#but this one is one is definitely one for being playing in the middle of the movie

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Heyy! Could you maybe write for Oscar, his 2 year old babygirl being very cuddly and clingy? She doesn’t want to be separated from him or her mom. Just very fluffy and sweet

Little Miss Clingy

The moment Oscar and Lily laid eyes on their baby girl two years ago, their world shifted. They had thought they understood love before, but seeing their daughter for the first time, tiny and perfect, was something else entirely. They adored every part of her—the way her little fingers curled around theirs, the sleepy sighs she made when she rested on their chests, and now, at two years old, the way she toddled around their home, her chubby arms always reaching for them.

Yn was the center of their universe, and she knew it.

So, when Oscar suggested bringing her to a race for the first time, Lily had been hesitant. "She’s never been around so many people before, Osc," she had said, running her fingers through Yn’s soft curls as the little girl played with her stuffed rabbit. "She might get overwhelmed."

Oscar, ever the optimist, had grinned. "She’ll be fine, love. She’s got us."

And now, standing in the middle of the paddock with Yn perched on Oscar’s hip, her little fists gripping his shirt tightly, Lily wasn’t so sure about that.

Yn’s big eyes darted around, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. People were everywhere—talking, laughing, pointing cameras in their direction. Some even called out to her daddy, waving excitedly.

Yn didn’t like it.

She turned her head, burying her face into Oscar’s shoulder. He let out a small chuckle, rubbing her back. "Not a fan of the crowd, huh, sweetheart?"

Yn only gripped him tighter.

"She’s definitely overwhelmed," Lily murmured, adjusting the pink bucket hat on Yn’s head. She had fought hard for that hat. Everyone in the team had wanted to dress their daughter in orange, but Yn had refused. The second Lily showed her the pink one, she had clapped her hands and declared, "Pinky!"

So pink it was.

Oscar pressed a kiss to Yn’s hair. "It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it, bub?"

Yn peeked up at him with wide eyes, then at Lily, before reaching for her. "Mama," she mumbled, her little voice barely audible over the noise of the paddock.

Lily took her immediately, smoothing a hand over her curls. "I’ve got you, baby."

They made their way toward the hospitality area, where a few drivers were gathered, chatting casually. When they spotted Oscar, their faces lit up.

"Ah, so this is the famous Yn!" Lando was the first to approach, grinning wide. "Hey there, little one."

Yn stared at him for a long moment, then turned her face into Lily’s neck.

Lando gasped dramatically. "Rejected. That one stings, not gonna lie."

Alex snorted, leaning over to get a peek at Yn. "She’s shy, mate. Give her a second."

Oscar reached out, stroking Yn’s back. "You okay, bub? These are my friends."

Yn peeked up, glancing at the group again before curling back into her mom’s arms.

Lily chuckled. "She’s in a clingy mood today."

Carlos, standing nearby, tilted his head. "She doesn’t like crowds?"

"She’s just confused," Oscar explained. "This is her first race, and she has no idea what’s going on."

Max, who had been quiet, suddenly crouched down to Yn’s eye level. "Do you like racing, little one?"

Yn blinked at him, then shook her head. "No."

A beat of silence. Then, Lando burst into laughter. "Oh, Oscar, you’re in trouble."

Oscar let out a dramatic sigh. "Come on, bub, you’re breaking my heart here."

Yn just nestled deeper into Lily’s arms.

"You’re not into racing?" Lando tried again. "But your dad is really good at it!"

Yn furrowed her brows. "Where Daddy go?"

Oscar chuckled. "I’m right here, bub."

She shook her head, patting his chest. "No. Later."

It took them a moment to understand what she meant.

"She’s asking where you go during the race," Lily realized, rubbing Yn’s back.

"Ohhh," Oscar grinned. "Daddy goes in the car, sweetheart."

Yn looked unimpressed.

"To drive really fast," Oscar added.

Still unimpressed.

"You don’t think that’s cool?"

Yn shook her head.

Alex doubled over laughing. "She’s killing me!"

Oscar pouted dramatically. "Alright, bub, what do you think is cool?"

Yn thought for a moment, then lifted her hat. "Pinky."

Lily smirked. "Pink is her favorite color. She wasn’t having any of the orange merch."

Carlos hummed. "You have taste, pequeña. Pink is a great color."

Yn finally pulled her face away from Lily’s neck, her big eyes looking at Carlos. "Pink good."

"See?" Carlos beamed. "Smart girl."

Just as she was starting to relax, a crew member approached, handing Oscar his helmet.

"It’s time?" Oscar asked.

"Yeah, you’re needed in the garage."

Oscar turned back to his wife and daughter, taking Yn into his arms and running a soothing hand down Yn’s back. "Alright, bub, Daddy has to go drive now, okay?"

Yn’s little brows furrowed.

"Daddy will be back soon," he promised. "You stay with Mama."

Then, before she could protest, he gently transferred her into Lily’s arms.

Yn made a confused noise, blinking as if trying to process what just happened. Then—

"Daddy!"

Oscar turned just in time to see his little girl reaching for him, her lower lip wobbling.

"Oh, sweetheart," Lily cooed, bouncing her slightly. "It’s okay, baby. Daddy will be back."

But Yn wasn’t having it.

She let out a frustrated whine, her small hands grasping at the air in Oscar’s direction. "Daddy!"

Oscar winced. "Oh man, this is gonna hurt."

"You need to go," Lily said, though she was clearly struggling not to cave at the sight of their daughter’s distress.

"Yeah, but—"

"Daddy!"

It took everything in Oscar not to take her back. But he knew if he did, he’d never leave.

"I love you, bub," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’ll be back before you know it."

Yn whined again, but this time, she slumped against Lily’s shoulder, defeated.

Oscar gave her one last look, blowing her a kiss, before heading off, feeling a pang in his chest at the sound of her little sniffles.

Lily sighed, adjusting Yn in her arms. "It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you."

Still, Yn was clearly not happy.

And when Lily started talking to a man called Zak Brown, the two-year-old had had enough.

She curled into her mother, pressing her face into Lily’s neck.

Zak chuckled. "She’s not much of a people person, huh?"

Lily smiled, rubbing small circles on Yn’s back. "She’s usually very social. But today is a lot for her."

Zak nodded understandingly. "First race?"

"Yeah. She doesn’t get why people keep wanting Oscar’s attention or where he goes. She just wants her parents."

Yn clung tighter.

"Well," Zak said, giving the little girl a warm smile, "I think she’s got a great support system."

Lily pressed a kiss to her daughter’s head. "That she does."

Yn didn’t understand racing, or why people were so interested in her dad, or why they kept trying to put her in orange when pink was clearly superior.

But she knew one thing for sure.

As long as she was with her mommy and daddy, everything would be okay.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[theantlerbaby]

bathtime

tags little!jackietaylor, cg!shaunashipman, baby regressor jackie, autistic jackie, bathing, padded agere, yellowjackets agere, sfw age regression, shauna refers to herself as mama, teen timeline(?) no crash

gift for @butchreg for making me the cutest dni banner ever!! tank u oomfie pie :3

i accidentally wrote wayyyy too much so plz enjoy this blurb that got too long to be a blurb :p

"oh my goodness jackie.."

shauna left her bedroom for one minute to put her dinner dish downstairs, coming back to jackie covered with spaghetti sauce. jackie stared up at her with her big hazel eyes, tilting her head in confusion as she grabbed another handful of spaghetti to shove in her mouth. despite looking absolutely adorable with sauce covering her face, shauna knew jackie needed a bath.

"no no no, sweetheart, that's enough for tonight." shauna hoisted jackie up onto her hip, watching as the spaghetti from her hand fell onto the floor. shauna made a mental note to clean that up once they came back from the bathroom.

jackie was not happy about being taken away from her dinner, whining and kicking her legs in shauna's hold and shoving her sauce-covered face into her mama's shoulder. shauna felt bad, but she couldn't let her get into shauna's fresh, clean bedding while she's smothered in sauce. absolutely not.

grabbing some towels and a clean washcloth, shauna carried jackie over to the bathroom, attempting to comfort her on the way after noticing her whines.

"it'll be okay jax," shauna cooed, "mama's gonna make it quick, then you can have your baba, hm?"

shauna's tone helped to ease jackie's nerves a bit, but she was still unhappy to be taking a bath nonetheless.

once they arrived in the bathroom, shauna placed jackie on the floor, letting her play with the towels as she got the rest of the items prepared, including bath toys and jackie's favorite lavender scented soap. she took one of the towels and spread it across the floor next to the bathtub, just in case jackie decided to splash a bit too hard.

all that was left to do was to turn the water on and wait for it to get to warm before plugging the drain. as shauna turned on the faucet, jackie yelped, surprised by the sudden loud noise. shauna immediately turned around to cover jackie's ears, knowing she hates the sound of the faucet running. jackie's not exactly a fan of most sounds at all, except for her own voice and shauna's voice (most of the time).

with shauna's hands over her baby's ears, she whispered despite knowing she definitely could not hear her at the moment, "i know it's scary lovey, it's almost there." shauna occasionally looked back at the tub as it slowly filled up, waiting until it got to the halfway point before she could remove her hands from jackie's ears and turn off the water.

shauna helped take off jackie's messy clothing and placed her in the bath, throwing in rubber squeaky toys and a few foam alphabet letters for her. immediately, jackie reached for two of the foam letters, sticking them in her mouth and lazily chewing on them as she kicked her feet. she wobbled ever so slightly, expected from a little one still mastering how to sit up on her own.

grabbing the washcloth, shauna poured a droplet of soap into the middle and wet it with water, rubbing each end together to lather the soap. she gently scrubbed jackie's face, where most of the sauce was. "there we go, that's my good girl. we're getting you all nice and clean."

jackie babbled around the toys in her mouth as shauna cleaned her face, completely forgetting how unhappy she originally was to be taking a bath. shauna smiled at her silly girl, pushing her hair back and planting a kiss on her forehead.

after she finished wiping off jackie's face, she moved on to her hands and neck, which also had plenty of sauce on them. the bath was going by smoothly, no tears from jackie since she was so focused on the bright, colorful toys in front of her. shauna decided to skip over washing her hair, just to avoid more sensory intake for jackie that she probably couldn't handle at the moment.

following a final rinse using clean water, shauna began to drain the bath, much to jackie's dismay. "all done, you did so good jax!" shauna exclaimed, picking jackie up with one of the towels she brought and wrapping it around her so she could carry her back to the bedroom. jackie was obviously tired and desperate for her bottle, with the way she kept rubbing her eyes and suckling on her thumb. jackie was very much ready for bed.

shauna quickly noticed jackie's attempt to communicate her needs, gently ruffling her hair and assuring her that she can go to bed soon, "oh jax, i know you're so so sleepy, we can go nini soon, okay lovebug?"

once they arrived in the bedroom, shauna laid jackie down on the bed with the towel beneath her, grabbing one of her favorite plushies to distract her for the moment. shauna went through the box she kept in her closet, specifically filled with items for jackie's regression, and got baby powder, lotion, a diaper, and fuzzy pajamas with pink bunnies adorning the front.

as shauna brought the supplies back, jackie noticed the diaper in her arms, immediately whining and wriggling on the blanket. she was still shy about needing them, feeling ashamed whenever shauna brought one out.

"i need to put one on you so you can have your baba, i'm sorry that you're not happy baby girl." shauna apologized, feeling bad for putting jackie in a vulnerable position. she took jackie's pacifier from the nightstand and popped it in her mouth, attempting to soothe her until she finished changing her.

luckily for shauna, it went by calmly with no tears from jackie, leaving her with only the pajamas left to put on her. at this point, jackie was getting cranky, feeling impatient about her bottle, along with being exhausted. shauna tickled her sides and blew a raspberry on her tummy, proving to be an effective way to make jackie laugh, as the little burst into a fit of giggles.

"i'm almost done, we just have to put your jammies on." as quick as she could, shauna slipped her pajamas on. lastly, shauna turned a pair of socks inside out, knowing how fussy she gets when the inside of her sock is touching her just slightly wrong, and put them on her.

all that was left to do was make a bottle for jackie.

upon seeing shauna slowly walk over to the door, jackie's bottom lip quivered, not wanting her mama to leave. "mama will be right back, can you stay here and be a good girl for me?" jackie waved her fists around and whimpered, clearly unhappy with being left alone. shauna, way too soft for her baby girl, picked her up without hesitation.

jackie sighed, feeling content in shauna's arms as she carried her to the kitchen. shauna warmed up a bottle of milk and a drop of vanilla extract, bouncing jackie gently as they waited for the microwave to go off. once it was ready, they went back to the bedroom, finally ready to go to bed.

shauna lied in bed with jackie on top of her, cradling her with a blanket loosely covering her. "are you ready for your baba, sweet girl?" shauna cooed, bringing the bottle to the little's lips, waiting for her to latch on. jackie quickly started drinking, causing shauna to sigh in relief. her baby could finally get the rest she's been wanting.

"there we go, it's all yours." shauna whispered. as jackie's suckling slowed, shauna replaced the bottle with her pacifier, noticing that she was falling asleep. "i love you so very much, jackie, sleep well."

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

SEVEN – nice to others

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WC: 1.5K words

a/n: she's back after *flips calendar* a week! i do apologise. i wanted to release other writings that i have in my inbox. it just so happens that it was a sunghoon one. anyways, this is a decently lengthy filler chapter so enjoy!!

you were stupid. however, park sunghoon was way more stupid. why did he just randomly told you off for almost having a high school relationship? he isn't your brother. you had groaned into the pillow once more. you should get some sleep. it's a long day ahead as there was school tomorrow.

you didn't know as to when you had woken up but you were dead tired. you needed more sleep. the alarm went off and you had turned it off. once again, back to being stuck in school for a few hours of education.

after showering, leaving the house and taking the bus, you had made it to school. the class was alive with students chattering with their friends. you had seen your best friend, rei, coming into class.

"hey, rei! did you have a good rest over the weekend?" you had asked her but she ignores you and choses to walk past. she settles down right on her seat in front of the desk.

you were disappointed and quite sad but you didn't let that waver you. instead, you had tapped her shoulders and ask her once again. "rei, are you okay? did something happen?" she ignores you. now you were sure she definitely was purposely not listening to you.

just as you were about to ask her again, the teacher walks in and everyone was ordered to stand and greet him. guess you'd have to ask her on the way to lunch. studies were never your thing but after that incident in middle school with sunghoon, you had been listening well and doing better in high school. it was for sunghoon after all.

"we will be having a school's sports day for our class and we need participants for hurdling. which one of you have yet to sign up yet?" the teacher voices out. he looks around the class and hums.

"(name). you have yet to sign up. i'll put you into vaulting. go practice for it after school and during PE." he says. you had sighed under your breath in distaste. you had raised your hand.

"sir, i can't do vaulting. can i just take running?"

"we have too many signing up for it. maybe if you give me a good reason as to why you don't want to jump then tell me."

"m-my legs are too short?" you say as if you were second guessing yourself. the whole class erupts in a laughter and you were embarrassed. you had slumped your shoulders over.

"not a good reason. you have to do this no matter what. our class is routing for you."

you had groaned quietly at the teacher's words. the bell rings and it was finally lunch. you had tried to catch rei but she was leaving with another classmate.

"rei, wait." you had ran up to her. "let's talk and get our usual lunch together."

"i don't want to." she says. it seemed like she was upset. you didn't know what to say. you had watched your best friend walk away. instead of going to the canteen. you had retreated into your class and ate lunch alone.

why was she reacting this way? did you do something wrong?

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there were loud cheers from around the stadium. Decelis High was holding their sports day at Nosferatu College. the college that both your brother and sunghoon attended. you had prayed and prayed that you wouldn't see them.

you were watching other classes play against each other in the 'tug of war' game. rei seemed so happy cheering for them. they were neck and neck. then one tug sent the other class fly into the losing end. everyone cheers. then you had noticed myung jaehyun (myungjae) was in the winning class. ah, she liked him and you had hurt him by rejecting him. was that why she stopped talking to you?

she notices that you were looking at her and she looks away from you. you had turned away and started to walk somewhere else when myung jaehyun runs after you.

"hey." you smiled a little.

"hi."

"i saw your name on the list. you're going to play vaulting, hmm?"

"yeah. not exactly looking forward to it."

there was an announcer telling the people who chose vaulting to start signing up. it was your turn and you couldn't run away from it.

myungjae sighs, he scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "good luck out there. i umm sorry for taking the rejection so badly."

you had shook your head. "it's not your fault. i probably should've let you down gently instead of being mean." he holds out his hand.

"friends?" you took his hand and shook it.

"friends." the announcer calls out again and myungjae pats your back.

"go out there and win for your class." you gave him a small smile one last time and turned around to walk towards the registration booth.

"okay, next." you heard the person say. here you were face to face with jay. he was shocked. there was a look of mischief flashing across his face.

"oh my god? turn around." he says. you had rolled your eyes. he wanted to see the number you had and confirmed with your name on the list. you had whined.

"fuck off, oppa. you're so annoying." jay laughs. he laughs so hard that he bangs the desk and wakes up the person beside him. it just so happens to be sunghoon.

oh hell nah. why did it have to be park sunghoon...

there was a strange look in sunghoon's eyes. almost like a glimmer of happiness that you were here but you didn't want to assume it was. jay smacks sunghoon's shoulder.

"dude, are you seeing this right? my little sister is doing vaulting." jay laughs once more. you had folded your arms, annoyed by your older brother. sunghoon tries to get your brother to quieten down as he was being quite loud. once jay's laughter dies down a little, he turns his attention to you.

"it's hot out. did you wear some sunscreen?" he asks. you had hummed at his words. he gestures for you to lean forward and steals jay's cap before placing it right on your head.

"be careful, okay?" he sweetly says. jay almost mocks sunghoon once you had nodded and left.

"acting like a big brother to her. how sweet." jay says. sunghoon lightly pushes jay away.

20 minutes later, you were in line to do vaulting. each girl before you had made it over the first line. you were nervous. finally, it was your turn and your classmates had gathered around to cheer for you. you had breathed in and started running. just before you had jumped, you had stopped. everyone around still cheered for you so you could jump over the pole. you had went back to the starting line.

i can do this. it's not that hard. just jumped over and we're done.

you had breathed in and out once more and just run. you had jumped and you genuinely thought you made it over but you fell over and scraped your knee. you hear everyone gasping and two people scrambling over to you.

"get on my back," jay instructs. you don't move. sunghoon's back really good to lay on...you were just saying...

you don't get to say anything as sunghoon helps you up on jay's back. hmm, how were you going to be able to get on sunghoon's back...you had to think.

start an argument with jay as he carries me! 'you're so smart'. thanks brain. 'thank you, (name) :D'

as jay was bringing you over to the station, you had started to squirm in his arms and jay huffs. sunghoon had just followed along making sure you were okay.

"stop moving."

"you're hurting my legs." you groaned. jay rolls his eyes.

"i'm not even touching your legs."

"you are and it hurts!" you whine once more.

"too bad, now just deal with it."

"my fragile hea-" you were midway whining and complaining.

"sunghoon, you carry her." jay tells sunghoon. he passes you over to sunghoon. you had climbed over to sunghoon's back and he easily carries you.

let's go. i'm so smart. now, i get to be on his back :3

he carries you over to the medical station and looks around for the medical staff but they weren't around. he looks around for a disinfectant and a bandage. he lightly blows on the injury after disinfecting it and placing some ointment. he then places a bandage right over it.

"your ankles might be swollen for a bit. stay here. i'll get jay to look around for the nurse. you might have to be in an ankle brace for a little." sunghoon explains. you hummed. he looks up at you.

"are you okay? you look like you're going to cry."

"i'm okay. i think. thank you, sunghoon oppa." he smiles a little.

"don't worry, kid. you'll be fine. just be strong. it's nothing too serious."

just then someone else falls and it catches sunghoon's attention. he ruffles your hair and runs to help out. you had watched the whole scene go down. he allows the girl to put her arms around his neck as he leads her towards the medical station.

he's always so nice to others and not just me...

i wish he'd pay attention to me more

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[spring002]

now playing. . . i want you to want me by letters to cleo

if anyone knows you, they'll know the list, the list of top five things you hate about the infamous straight-a’s, cocky egoistical student known as scaramouche. you and he go way back when he used to be called kunikuzushi... well, actually, when he went by kabukimono. scaramouche is his “new brand” now. you hate how he was a sweetheart to a wannabe "badass" delinquent. you see him hanging with the group afterschool. they think it’s so tough to call themselves “fatui". whatever that means, you just hate the aftermath of your former best friend, scaramouche.

the list might be petty but hey, it's definitely a list. the list officially started in middle school when he began to mix with the bad crowd. his saccharine voice that used to talk sweetly to you as you two were best friends changed into something that could only be described as egotistic. the different friend groups he was in then, it made him think that he's the shit. when really in reality, he was the shittiest friend ever, ditching you at the curve to only be all buddy buddy with you later. only a sweetheart when you two were alone but the rudest guy you'll ever meet in front of his friends.

number one: you hate the way he talks.

scaramouche talks in such a condescending voice, it sounds too whiny, pitchy like he could be related to a banshee. it's so annoying when he's near your ear, spewing out lies to get under your skin. he always acts like he’s above everyone, especially you. like he knows more about you than you do yourself. sometimes, well let’s not lie, most of the time, you wish that someone finally gets the guts, the steel balls, to put scaramouche in his place. just to see the stupid smirk be smeared off his face, for that satisfying look of defeat etched into his porcelain face. maybe that would help you ascend to heaven when you die. 

it was late at night. you were chewing on your pencil, remembering a distant memory in middle school. it was stupid. totally stupid. you lost an academic event against him– whatever it was, it was devastating as it was ego bursting. you saw how he put up his fake facade of being grateful, you knew in reality that he would come over to brag to you. 

your friends were comforting you, saying that you’d get him next time, he would so lose for the next competition and that second place wasn’t so bad. it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t scaramouche you lost against. yes, second palace to scaramouche. he sauntered over but really, it looked like he had a stick up his ass. he smirked, his voice pitchy and whiny as he called your name. kokomi gave him a dirty look as the others ignored him, averting their attention to you. 

but you took the bait, biting down as you looked his way. he said something so elementary. it was so stupid that you still get riled up from it. it was “you snooze, you lose”; it was unbelievably so dumb. he was smart enough to insult you properly and he didn’t give a shit to give you a better one. 

number two: his smile

you couldn't even classify his smile as a smile when it's always been a smirk. like he was a doll and the only face mold he has only been a smirk. you wish you could remember when he smiled so brightly you used to engrave it into your brain and dream of scaramouche being yours. alas, he's an asshole who's only emote in his inventory is to laugh like he’s operating without a brain. his hands look like skinny little tree branches as he chuckles like a madman. get a load of this guy. 

an idiot. 

number three: the way he stares

you two somehow managed to be in the same two classes together each year. it's like he pays the school to sit near you. this one time in class, miss linyang's liyuean history class, each table was a set of two and had to be coed. you were paired up with kazuha kaedehara. he was very cute as you could remember. but everytime you and kazuha interacted, you could feel daggers being stared behind you. you felt insane afterwards because even though you knew it was scaramouche. each time you turned around, his eyes weren’t glued to you but rather he was turned to his own partner, haypasia, doing whatever work they had.

during the second semester of history, you were paired up with another student, chongyun, who was a bit quiet but had an amazing work ethic. each time you two were working together, chongyun would always look terrified and guess who was behind you two....

scaramouche.

it's actually so sickening how he manages to annoy you. always stuck in your head, rent free. when you recounted this list to kokomi, she laughed at you a little and asked a question that irked you.

"name, don't you think these points are petty? are you sure it's out of pure hatred?"

you and kokomi were sitting in your bedroom while you debriefed midway through the list. she sipped on her tea quietly as you paused. is this pure hate or... wait? why are you second guessing yourself? kokomi doesn't know what happened to the two of you and why is she even asking that question? "pfft, kokomi, of course, it's a tad-"

kokomi placed her tea down on the nightstand and raised a brow.

"-- petty to list these as actual reasons to hate him. but i'm definitely sure these are out of pure... uhm, hatred. but nothing else."

"if you say so."

number four: you hate it when he lies

okay before everything that happened. 

before the identity changes, you remember how his mother lost her twin sister, miss makoto. how that situation of his life has been flipped upside down and how that affected how he treated you. not pinning this hatred on his mother, of course. but you wish things were different.

or at least, there could been a universe you two were still buddy-buddy despite it all. when you asked him what happened, he told you everything was fine in a bittersweet, heavy on sweet, voice, so you believed him. even though you knew it was a lie. you tried to coax the truth out of him, but he never broke it to you.

only when you asked his stepmother, yae miko, she told you the truth out and plain. however, she only told you because she believed you were his girlfriend, and you deserved the reason why he started to ghost you. but you two?

it kind of makes you laugh a little that she believed you two were together. kind of stupid, isn't it? by the time you found out, it was too late. scaramouche ghosted you for a newer crowd and it was fine. you didn't really need him anyway.

number five: you hate it when he's not around

as much you didn't want it to, your routine wasn't the same without him. his presence lingered in the school hallways, in your house, near your bed and next to you. you could only live off of glimpses of him in school and sometimes looking at your archived posts on instagram. sometimes when the thoughts get to you, you go through a cycle of denial again. but you managed to stop yourself from actually sending a text to scaramouche or breaking no contact.

you settled for less of him in your life because that's what he has given you. but was it worth it? you don't want to second guess it because if you do, regret would seep into you and linger in your brain until you rot to death. even after your death, if archaeologists in the future find your body, they’d find your bones in the dirt aching with guilt and regret, all the emotions you hid away over the years.

well, kokomi was right. none of these are out of hatred. there isn't just five reasons you hate him, there's a sixth which was:

number six: you hate it that you don't actually hate him, just miss him

the school year was over and the summer has started, maybe, it's time to get over this. your group of friends suggested that you should get out more often. during the school year, you were swamped with your job at the cat's tail, studying and responsibilities were piled up. eventually you did fell for their nagging and had a one day off, you spent it with kokomi, yelan and kaeya. in the mall, debriefing sessions and just overall, quality time. however, yelan brought up the fact she was invited to a party hosted by the itto. but you knew if it was hosted by itto, it's likely to see scaramouche again. not like you couldn't handle it, it's just that... yeah, you couldn't handle seeing his face again. in the tevyat uni, you could because it was school. but out of school, it's over. it’s best to decline the invite and go home.

yelan saw the look of your face fall as she sighed, adjusting your collared shirt. "name, you need to get out more. just because the one who could not be named is going to be there doesn't mean you shouldn't know."

kaeya agreed with yelan, "why are you letting a man get in the way of fun?" you knew this feeling– this is when your friends were going to gang up on you. mentally preparing yourself for an ongoing chain attack,  kokomi added, "and we haven't seen you outside of your dorms or even video calls. please, name, we could have so much fun at the party."

you replied, "just give me three reasons to go." the three of them made eye contact with each other just before blabbering out reasons why you should go.

"you could stop stalking him on instagram!"

"okay, low blow, yelan." you huffed, pointing at her accusingly. “and you stalk him on instagram not me!” 

“well, i just want to tell you when he’s doing badly. plus, you could use this time to catch up with other people.” 

"you could finally pull a guy!"

“or multiple.. guys.” 

"or it could be just hanging out with us, the gang???"

"talking to people face to face instead of text to text?"

 "you keep reposting sad shit on tik tok, it's not healthy to surround yourself with that negativity."

“you listened to mitski a couple times this week #nooticing.” 

you won't lie, some of these things do hurt to hear and they're right. you should go out. it doesn't help being depressed everyday when you only have two months of the summer left. "alright alright. i'll come."

they celebrated with a cheer. in your soul, you knew, the feeling of regret would still reside in your head.

you already regret it and the emotion settled on your shoulder. you're at the party, in a corner, and somehow, your friends who preached being by your side disappeared into the crowd who was raving to the music. you were left alone, holding a red solo cup. since it was actually shinbou and yelan's house, not itto's, so you knew your way around the house. you saw people making out haphazardly  in the hallways, you winced at the sight of that as you made it out upstairs, near yelan's beloved koi fish tank. a familiar face saw you, you nearly flinched at the pair of indigo eyes but alas, it wasn't him. you took a deep breath, preparing for more bullshit coming your way.  it was venti, already tipsy, holding an empty bottle in hand.

"aha! name, i knew you would be there." he said, walking to you, holding onto your shoulder for balance. "c'mere, do you wanna play a party game? you don't have to, of course, but you look a little bored here, standing near..." he paused to look at the pink-blue colored fish and a white pearlescent fish. "mimi and gojo. oh no, that white fish is totally dead."

venti wasn't a bad person per say, but you knew he was heavily associated with scaramouche. putting it as “heavily associated” was an understatement, they were most likely friends. you didn't really want to see him even though your friends encouraged him to face him because he's just a man or something not worth to dwell about. you ignored the offer for the game and replied with a short answer, "i don’t think it is."

he nodded as he took a tiny swing of the bottle before realizing the bottle was actually empty. his shoulders moved up and down as chuckling, he changed the subject back to the game, "anywhoo, are you joining us in seven minutes in heaven? or speculating?"

you knew that he wouldn't give up on the offer. he's quite stubborn. you gave in, "the latter."

"alright, follow me." he gave you a cheeky smile.

you saw familiar faces like kazuha and he waved at you. you smiled back. the rest of the people sitting in the circle didn't look familiar to you. venti laughed, "whoops, guys, this is name and name, this is xiao, the star twins, aether and lumine, yoimiya, nilou, albedo and so-and-so!" he placed the green tinted bottle down in the center of the circle, "we are playing spin the bottle."

you glanced at each person in the circle. xiao looked like he was forced to be there. lumine looked indifferent to the situation while aether was giggly... tipsy? you weren't sure why venti said so-and-so but you're sure scaramouche wouldn't play a game like this. after a couple of rounds, only some of the people came out disheveled while the others were just getting to know each other. you feel like this game might be a set up, but you brushed it aside. feeling the fomo get to you, you joined the game. venti cheered as you laugh a little. it was your turn to spin, and you landed on...

some random guy. he wore a hoodie that obscured his face. this is definitely a setup isn’t it?, you thought, as venti pushed you two into a random room together and locked it from the inside. you flickered the lights on and the other person in the room looked in your direction. you two were on the opposite sides, the gap between you guys could be compared with the sun and planet uranus. you couldn't make it out who it was in the room with you as he wore clothes that covered any features of him. unlucky for you, you just know who it is, "scaramouche."

he chuckled just the way you hate it. how it gets stuck in your head and forever played in your head, how it picked at you. how irritating. "took you long enough, name. a bit slow on knowing this time."

"you're not the type to play this game." you replied, your voice was not warm like it was before outside of this room. it was cold like when you lashed out on him long time ago. he doesn't reply for a while until he took off his mask and retorted, "neither are you but how would you know? we haven't talked in a while."

"'a while'? it was highschool. that's more than just a while."

he huffed, the stupid nails on a chalkboard voice coming back, ringing in your ears. "whatever."

"'whatever'!" you mimicked his voice. "you're still the same guy in highschool."

you noticed how your words pricked at him, expecting the relief in your heart. instead of the awesome feeling you’ve been yearning for since you were a tween. it was a pang in your heart, lurching forward. you saw the look on his face before, he's riled up. you've seen this face on him before but never as expressive as this. he grunted, his voice fluctuating between pitched to low. "i've changed."

you let out a sarcastic laugh, "yeah right."

the room was silent. you were sure these seven minutes might go on for decades now. you were waiting for the time to be over. he broke the ice, "you know what? why are you always pissed to see me?"

"what?"

"you think i'm stupid? why do you always get annoyed when our eyes meet or whatever."

"do you seriously don't remember anything? i didn’t think you’d develop dementia so early." you're in disbelief. how does this asshole not remember anything? is this how he lives life blissfully? you’re seething at this point, jealous that he’s unable to live the same pain he inflicted onto you. 

he rolled his eyes as you clenched your fist, almost winding it. just to be prepared to knock his head out before he uttered more bullshit excuses. "i remember that you betrayed me first."

huh? 

his sentence made you confused. betrayed him first? what kind of drugs is he on? baffled, you almost snorted. you quipped back without missing a beat, 

"what?"

so stoic, he didn’t even flinch but just looked at you with the same face you gave him earlier, "you broke the promise."

"well, you ghosted me and never explained why!" you replied. the gap between you and the indigo haired male slowly got lessen. he opened his mouth until he noticed that you were agitated. he closed it and inhaled, “fine, i’ll tell you since it’s obvious you forgot the promise.” 

an eye for an eye.

he sat on the bed, pursing his lips as if he’d regret even manifesting these words out loud. “i ghosted you because i didn’t want you to see me at my weakest… or at least, i think so. i didn’t understand the feeling i had at the time when i saw you with other people. i just wanted you to be my best friend. but there was this nagging feeling that you deserved better than me and you did.. you still do.” 

instead of reacting in disbelief, you pinched your nose bridge, “so instead of telling me, you just kept ignoring me?” 

“yep.” 

“you’re an idiot.” 

“i know.” he said with remorse. there was more to his words, something hidden. his gaze looked down at the wooden floors. “so what was the promise?” you asked, his head cocking up, meeting your eyes. 

“it’s something stupid.” 

“like what?” 

“that you’d be…” he looked embarrassed. man, you wish you had your phone on you because he was extremely red, flustered like you caught him in a trap. “... my girlfriend in highschool.” 

you couldn’t help but crack up, “i didn’t break that promise?” sitting on the corner of the bed, “if i’m being honest, if you didn’t ghost me, we’d be dating for sure.” 

he looked like he wanted to die. “so it was all my fault.” 

“nah, it was mine too. i didn’t ask you why you ghosted me either. i was too hurt by it.” you murmured, fiddling with your shirt. 

there was a pregnant pause. scaramouche murmured but it was loud enough to hear, “i think…” 

“what? just spit it out because this became seven minutes of closure.”  

"i think i have feelings for you, name."

you yelped, "...what?" were you really getting a confession from your ex best friend right now? if he was really someone you hated, then why was your heart aching again? "repeat that again?"

"i have feelings for you." in disbelief you laughed, watching him shrivel up into a corner. 

“again.” 

“no.”

you wanted to ignore this off like it wasn’t a big deal. as if this hasn’t been something you secretly wanted to happen, just not in this situation. your feelings were all over the place, divided on his confession. though, you always knew that you still like him and that kokomi was right, it wasn’t just pure hatred. you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him, no less, to love him again.

“as much as i reciprocate your feelings, i just can’t accept it.” you replied as his head lifted up, cowering in his hood. “you can’t expect to confess and think it would be all better because you did.” 

scaramouche paused, “but…” 

“but?” 

“if i earn your forgiveness, can it happen?” he asked, meekly. the facade of the confident guy diminished before you. 

you bit your lip, tilting your head left to right. “only if you do.” 

“i can accept that. i mean, i understand.” 

“okay.” 

[orleans-jester]

Pierre Renault.

He may be dumb, sure. But he wasn’t entirely unintelligent. As he soaked in the tub with Zero, awaiting Piper and her grooves, smoking a blunt, he was coming to some realizations. It was hitting him, he just wasn’t reacting with the panic that one might think he would have, being in this new world.

The first thing that he was thinking of was that obviously, whatever he was doing wasn’t working out. The excess of his fan-girls coming to see him in Delta’s castle was what got him killed, according to Piper, but there had to be other factors there as well. The Delta and Frank that he knew would just dragon-out and kill anyone that was stupid enough to venture up the mountain to the castle. It would be an annoyance but they could get some fun out of it. So he had to be doing something else wrong. Could just be his personality. Could be the thoughts he had about the couple that Frank had picked up on because - well, they were plain hot. Period. He’d never been into the sado-masochism thing, his body is too much of a temple to just let anyone hurt him like that, but damn. Who wouldn’t want to be in the middle of that sandwich?

Along with that, he was realizing that whatever Pierre had been doing here, on this Earth, hadn’t worked out for him either, because he had been killed. He still didn’t have much information about that yet, not having much time to ask Piper about it, but he would need to know soon enough. He was walking in the same shoes, and needed to take a different path.

The second thing to consider was his own family. In the other timeline, his mother was alive. She had her problems, but she was alive. And his twin sister, of course, Agnes. Those strings were there, they were close in the other life. They took care of each other, despite not always getting along. And yet, when he had been pulled into this new life, they hadn’t been there. They hadn’t showed up. Surely, they would want to see their family member come back from the dead. So that was another big question mark lingering over his head as he took tokes from the joint, enjoying the warm jets against his back, the frothy water.

He hadn’t had the time to really think about what he was going to do now that he had dived head-first into this new world. But it was hitting him, slowly but surely. Nothing was going to fix what had gone wrong - except for him, if he tried. So though he was enjoying Zero’s company immensely, he did have a lot more to ask Piper once they were alone. He was thinking with his head, not with his dick for once.

The third thing to think about was how much he and Piper seemed to work. Did this mean that he was going to get all clingy on her, and be like Claudius, whom he didn’t know about? Not exactly. But something between them kept on going, kept on swimming, because she had brought him back. If he had to say who his best friend was, it was definitely her now. And he’d show his appreciation one way or another.

The weed was starting to take these thoughts away, make them all seem less serious. He was alive, man, and that was pretty fuckin’ sweet, actually. He was relaxed, chuckling slightly as he saw the collar around Zero’s neck. He playfully flicked the pumpkin-shaped tag, listened to the little jingle of the metal against metal. A finger against collar bone as his one arm was around Zero’s shoulders. “You never change, do you, pup?”

This was a good time, he knew, before all of the bullshit from his questions and his thoughts would come in, so he was enjoying it, laughing as Zero was looking all sad, all sorrowful. “Don’t pout, pup, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

Stroking up Zero’s shoulders, playing with the light blonde hairs. He was the aftercare guy, and there was a lot that he had to make up for. The collar might have been funny, with Zero being the pup and all, but the connotations weren’t always hilarious. Frankenstein was still around - that hadn’t changed between timelines.

Well, at least Piper would know that her Papa Cougs would approve of how she’s taking care of Claudius. Clopin never really liked the guy. But then again, he didn’t like most of the guys that sniffed around his daughter. He was a protective Papa, even more so because of what he had gone through to bring her into this world. She had her sexual freedom, he was encouraging of that, as long as she was safe of course, but the safety of these guys when she brought them home was a different story. If Claudius left - well, Clopin wouldn’t hesitate to make sure the door hit him in the ass on the way out.

There were snuggles going on in that whirlpool. Nose to nose affection, kissing, tasting. Pierre still smelt like the oils that Piper had rubbed into him in the other world, smelling of a different time, a different bath, his shoulders out of the water so it wasn’t washing off. His one and only link to the world and the life that he had known - he wasn’t in a rush to be washing it off. The cloying scent was surrounding him and Zero as they pet each other, touched each other.

Piper’s entrance didn’t go unnoticed. Pierre bit down on his lip and he leaned back against the lip of the tub as he saw her walk in, taking in the very form of her. Her shapes. Those curves. He might have a habit of calling everyone he was with a God or a Goddess but he definitely meant it with her.

“Lots of room,” He grinned.

"Aw, that's sweet of you." Piper didn't expect him to do anything to cater to her tastes, but the gesture was honestly touching either way.

Piper was letting him relax as if this was a big change for him, but the change hadn't seemed to hit him yet. She was seeing that, but that was okay. She was smart enough to realize once the ball dropped that life wasn't going to be exactly as it was in this timeline he'll start to appreciate the middle ground hotel space all the more for what it really was.

The texts were rolling in and out like clockwork for Piper while Pierre got the weed rolled and ready with Zero. The tunes were going to be left for Piper.

"Sounds good to me." Zero had no qualms with that idea.

His eyes were too busy taking in the long-lost sight of his aftercare guy as the familiar but also missed vision stepped into the tub. The lean frame so bare, casual, and confident brought the blonde's anxious energy right into his core center and there was no calling what Zero had a half-chub through that crystal clear bath water with no bubbles. The only thing that rivaled the vibrancy of his arousal was the pink of surgical scars, the countless staple lines over multiple old incisions.

A couple days for Pierre - Far more than a year for Zero. He'd lost count. He avoided thinking about it so it wouldn't hurt so much. After everything that had happened in this timeline, coming this far, to make this much progress, to be at this point, where they were this good with each other again, to even consider getting bare or physical, it was a big step.

The only thing Zero had on his person while Pierre blew the smoke besides a smile was Dr. Frankenstein's pumpkin shaped dog tag around his neck. They were back to that. Zero's mind that never seemed to want to evolve forward too much less he regress had a pattern to his reanimation. Victor still seemed to know how best to take care of it.

But, that said, as history repeats, and Zero evolves and regresses, he was here in his pattern with Pierre. For a pattern repeater having Pierre helped him feel good in his placement in his own cycle. Things felt right again as Pierre put his arm around him. Zero leaned into it. This was a sanctuary of it's own kind.

"Mm. I missed this." Hands were quickly on Pierre's chest. There was a sad sentimental affection in Zero's eyes. "I missed it so, so, so much."

Then he plucked the joint and took his own puff, puff. Then he passed it back. When he blew it out he said, "I can't believe this is really happening."

He almost sounded like a girl in love about to do it for the first time, but that wasn't the case here. There was history. If he was a dog his tail would be wagging from anxious excitement. Thank goodness Whirlpool was just a brand name and not what Zero was making in the water by his excitement getting the better of him. He was managing to contain his energy and wasn't spinning circles. It was all in the rapid breathing in his chest and how his hands spared no heed in relearning the angles of Pierre's body from the curve of his neck to the curves of his hips and the soft of his belly. That kind of touching Zero had no containment for.

"A year should never come between me and my after care guy ever again." If he thought Zero wasn't acting chill in some way he'd get his answer there. It'd been way too long. Pierre had been missed.

Piper sat out in the other room hearing the water slosh. She had gotten to the bottom of her list and almost everyone had texted back. She had one last person she was deciding whether or not to text.

Claudius.

There was something in his face she hated.

Claim.

Claudius knew her better than that.

If it was Seven in the tub with Pierre she wouldn't have hesitated, but since it was Zero she was giving him some time alone first out of respect to his preferences and history with the guy. She knew given her part to play she'd have plenty of time with Pierre. So, she took her time with the texting. Plus, the Claudius situation was fragile. Sure, she could easily end things and he'd live with Friar Tuck and the Minstrel in the Cathedral. His life would go on as the last of the living Merry Men devout to Delta because that's what they all do. But those annoying strings Bastien hated so much gave her and Lord Claudius history. She knew she lied to him tonight. She lied to a lot of people, her Papas mostly who always worried about her omissions and scheming.

Ugh.

Claudius's text was different than the others. They were close enough that he'd already acused her of this. She denied it. So she was lingering in how to handle him. Telling him like it is was her go to.

Piper: You were right. I did it. I brought Pierre back. Piper: But the devil didn't make me do it. Piper: don't blame him. Piper: You know he loves you more than me. Piper: If you want to blame me. blame me. But leave him out of this. That's dangerous Piper: He'll always adore you. But I'm fickle as fuck Piper: The devil will adore you to Hell and back. My heart's an hourglass. I've told you before. I will not tell you again. I don't know what it would take for someone to get my glass to stop turning. Maybe no one ever will. So, I don't know why you looked at me that way. With disappointment. With claim. Piper: Don't ever try to guilt me again. You can be the Devil's Rocky. His blond man with a tan and my soldier when I need one. You really need to work on the tan though. The gold uniform fits so great. You never forget to put it on the second we get upstairs and start your work out for me to watch as I relax in my winding down hour. Squats of perfection. Biceps are never amiss. But today was out of line. Either you can handle the position, or you can't. The Devil's going to be really upset if I have to fire you. You know how he is. Fix it. Piper: You shall never react to PDA ever again. You shall stand tall and proud of who you I let you be. Trying to guilt me only makes you look ashamed of yourself. I won't have it. If you can fix yourself, be in uniform at standard time. If you come back and one toe gets out of line your permanent outplacement plan will have no severance, and you'll understand who the real devil is. Piper: Groove on

Then she shut her phone off refusing to be bothered by his answers or explanations. She didn't want to read his carrying-ons.

Then she went to the mini bar and served herself a drink. She blazed up a joint on her own and sat down at the vanity as she partook. The on again off again relationship that kept carrying on between her and Claudius was a tangled web and it amused Delta to no end. Every time he was sent back to stay at the cathedral she would go and get all the dirty details of their weird relationship, and it was one of the more interesting ones around. It didn't thrive on daisy chains or love me - love me nots. Delta liked tuning in for the toxic soap opera between two very powerful beings that were inadvertently loyal to her and kept seeing Feral as base when they were playing hide and seek from one another.

Piper let her hair down, recalibrated her system as she smoked, touched up the faintest bit of make-up with some waterproof, and slipped out of her glimmery dress from the ball. She was in sleek black with deep golden accents underneath. She pinned on some straps for her entrance even though she'd be taking them off soon enough because why not? She loved a good entrance. Plus, all this vanity gave Pierre and Zero their time. She was selfish in her own ways, but kind.

So, as she got stoned herself her groove magic slipped on without knowing Pierre was going to leave the music to her. It was loud enough to be heard in the bathroom. The thing about Piper getting stoned and being in the mood she was in, a very particular sort of mood, mixed with the calm had a way of bringing out a very particular playlist. It was a vibe. So, it was low key and smooth with a gravitational pull in all the songs. Still, the lyrics and bands had themes and were very Piper lyrically. They could be sway-able, dance-able, with a snark in them, but also with a twist up self-empowerment and uplift, or misunderstood songs. Very Piper. They were her chill songs to be stoned to.

Wake Up - Kowloon - lyrics

Tops - Way to Be Loved - lyrics

Dream Machine by Mark Farina - lyrics

Ect....

This was the genre. It would go on for some time as she prepped. Zero and Pierre time. Piper alone time. The way she liked it.

When she stepped silently in the door way with no words for an introduction no matter what Pierre and Zero were in the middle of nearly a half an hour later she'd lean there, long body dark, waiting to be noticed as she continued to smoke taking her drag and leaving her body open for open golden-ebony view by lowering her arm to her waist after. Sensual. Carefree. Enjoying the view of those two pretty boys. As for groove when she stood in the doorway.

Empire of The Sun - Way to Go

Surfing the snow Are you ready for A revolution to show the way Seven whole weeks until the day

Because heartbreak's coming to bend us the wrong way Praise us, memory will change it into old things

Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again

While hearts beat It's nothing like before Dreaming is the home of the brave Future is the healing of pain

Because heartbreak's coming to bend us the wrong way Praise us, memory will change it into old things

Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again

Like a cannonball shot across the floor We have found a way through the darkest hour Like a cannonball shot across the floor We have little time for worry

Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go This is where we get carried away enough to start again

[jia127zen]

Just wait.ৎ

jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, teasing/edging(?), dacryphillia if u squint, injured!jaehyun

note.— 1.9k words holy this is my longest work yet😭😭 i haven't posted a proper fic in a while, take this as an apology😣

any interactions would be appreciated🤍

jaehyun had been through hell and back, and so had you. ever since his injury, you’d been his rock—caring for him, worrying over him, placing his well-being above everything else.

and he knew it. every time you helped him, checked up on him, or guided him around the house, he made sure to show his gratitude. he’d kiss your hand gently, eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

the way he looked at you—like you were the one who hung up the stars—was enough to make your heart ache.

today was a big day. his doctor’s appointment. you sat beside him in the sterile office, hands clasped together as the doctor flipped through jaehyun’s chart.

"good news, mr. jeong! you’re recovering really well. you should be fully healed in about two weeks." a breath you didn’t realize you were holding slipped from your lips, and jaehyun noticed. he squeezed your hand, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. you had worried so much—he hated seeing you stressed over him.

after thanking the doctor, the two of you made your way to the car. jaehyun immediately headed toward the driver’s seat. "let me drive," he whined, his voice laced with that boyish charm. "i’m recovering well, remember?"

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "oh yeah? let’s keep it that way. i’m not risking you suddenly crashing us into a family of 3."

he let out a playful scoff, but ultimately relented, settling into the passenger seat. the drive home was filled with lighthearted bickering, inside jokes, and laughter that echoed through the car. it felt normal again. it felt like you two again. then, in the middle of a joke, he slipped it in.

"two weeks, huh? just enough time for me to plan how i’m gonna fuck you so dumb you forget how to walk."

he laughed it off immediately, acting as if he hadn’t just sent a shockwave straight to your core.

your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

oh.

it hit you then. you and jaehyun hadn’t had sex in nearly two months. kissing? sure. making out when he got lucky? maybe. but intimacy beyond that had taken a backseat to his recovery. you’d been too worried, too focused on taking care of him, to even let yourself want.

but now?

now, you couldn’t ignore the heat that bloomed under your skin, the way his words lingered in your mind. you forced out a laugh, pretending his comment hadn’t completely derailed your thoughts. he continued talking, throwing out another joke, but you barely heard it. because now, all you could think about was getting home.

and the way jaehyun’s hands were already on you the second you stepped inside.

jaehyun had been extra touchy tonight—his hands on your waist, fingers tracing patterns on your arms, lips brushing over your temple. he was obviously hinting, but he didn’t push. instead, he teased, dropping subtle comments that made your stomach flip.

you tried to play it cool, but the two-month drought was hitting hard now that you were aware of it.

then, as you were lying in bed, ready to sleep. jaehyun sitting up on his phone and you under the covers with your back facing him, you couldn’t stop thinking about his words. you didn’t want to sound selfish, but you wanted him right here and now. two weeks until he was fully healed, right? a little exercise wouldn’t hurt.

you swatted the thought away. no, you were definitely being selfish.

but your mind kept racing—when would be the right time? you were lost in thought that you didn’t even notice jaehyun had already slipped under the covers with you, pressing small kisses to your neck. he mumbled something, but you didn’t hear it. instead, you turned around to face him, your face all serious.

he laughed. "what’s with you? all frowny?" he giggled, but you swatted his arm. "in the car… did you mean it?" you almost whispered.

"what?—ohh... that," he said, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. his fingers moved to your waist, gently rubbing circles. "like honestly, we haven’t had sex in almost two months. who wouldn’t be thinking about it?"

you sucked in a breath, but he wasn’t done.

"but seriously," his voice dropped lower, more needy now. "i need you, bad."

and that was all you needed to hear.

you crash your lips against his, rough but full of desperate passion. both hands cradle the sides of his face, fingers tangling in his hair, and he drinks in every second of it—his own need matching yours. he groans into your mouth, trying to pull you impossibly closer, as if the months apart had created an unbearable distance.

"fuck, jae, sit up," you murmur against his lips.

he doesn’t hesitate, back hitting the headboard, eyes locked onto you like you’re the only thing that exists.

you don’t waste a second, leaning in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. He exhales sharply, head tilting back just enough to give you more access. His hands find your hips instinctively, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to grind you down against him.

And that’s when you feel it—how hard he already is beneath you. "shit," he breathes, voice raspy, "you barely touched me and I—"

You smile against his lips, knowing exactly what he wants, exactly what he needs. and you give it to him. slowly, you roll your hips down against him, dragging your clothed heat over his aching length. His breath stutters, grip tightening on your waist.

the friction is maddening. the weeks without him, the longing, the tension—it all hits you at once. You pull back slightly, eyes meeting his, and he stills when he sees you.

teary-eyed.

sniffing back soft, overwhelmed gasps.

"hey," he whispers, hands moving to cup your face. his thumbs swipe at the tears threatening to spill. "baby, what’s wrong?"

but you shake your head, letting out a breathless laugh. "nothing. just—" you lean into his touch, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I missed you."

jaehyun exhales slowly, like your words knock the air out of him.

“shit, I can't wait any longer," jaehyun curses under his breath, eyes fixed on the wet spot on your panties as he pulls down your shorts, he smirks.

you don't hesitate, quickly pulling off his sweatpants enough for his hard cock to spring free, pink and already leaking, making your pulse race. there’s no time for more teasing. you’re too desperate for him now.

jaehyun watches you with a hungry smile as you hurry to position yourself, his hands already guiding you. the tip of his cock barely nudges at your entrance, teasing you with the barest touch as he slowly inches in and out.

"fuck, jae," you moan, almost pleading. "no time for teasing—just put it in me."

his eyes flash with something darker, more urgent. without wasting another second, he guides you down onto him, letting you slowly sink into him. you both gasp at the feeling of finally being together, and when you’re fully seated, jaehyun’s voice is a low whisper.

"baby," he breathes your name like a prayer, hands gripping your hips, the pressure building.

you begin to rock your hips, slow at first, feeling the deep burn of him stretching you. It drives jaehyun insane. his hands fly to your hips, holding you in place, struggling with every ounce of patience he has not to slam you down onto his cock and fuck you dumb right then and there.

but he’s still in recovery. he knows he has two more weeks of this before he can take you as hard and fast as he wants. his mind drifts for a second, consumed by the thought of all the ways he’ll have you after—when he’s fully healed.

and that’s when you can’t hold back anymore.

with a desperate need that overtakes you, you slam down on him, completely taken over by the intense craving to feel him fill you.

jaehyun winces, a flash of pain crossing his face as he feels you sink deeper, and his grip tightens on your hips, trying to steady himself.

"oh shit—fuck, I’m so sorry," you immediately apologize, panic in your voice.

"It’s good," he groans, his voice rough. "just caught me off guard." then he exhales, a chuckle escaping his lips despite the pain, and you see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

you moved faster but careful, the heat between you both intensifying as you bounced on him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. jaehyun’s hands flew to your hips again, holding you in place as you rocked against him.

"fuck, jae," you moaned, trying to keep up the rhythm. "i’m so close…"

he gritted his teeth, his breath ragged. "me too," he muttered. his hips snapped up hard, the friction sending both of you to the edge.

"come on, baby," he groaned, hands pulling you down harder. "i want to feel you… right there."

you shifted just the right way, the pleasure building higher, and the tension snapped. you both came at the same time—your bodies trembling, shuddering from the force of it. jaehyun’s name escaped your lips in a breathless moan, and he let out a strangled groan as he came inside you.

—————

jaehyun held you close, breathless and shaky, as you both tried to catch your breath. his hands lazily traced your skin, the aftershocks of the orgasm still lingering.

"fuck," he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. "that was…"

"yeah," you whispered back, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

he chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "two more weeks, baby," he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

you smiled, snuggling against him. "i’ll wait."

and as you both lay there, tangled in the sheets, you knew the wait would be worth it.

[itsjustmaddy]

Eltingville OC intro!

Hey! So, I mainly post OC stuff on TikTok for eltingville, but I'm gonna start on here, so here's an introduction to my Eltingville OC!!

Background

She's pretty much a self insert but also not at the same time (ikkk that's embarrassing but wtv🥲) She's the secretary of anime, and the only reason she's allowed in the club is because she's known them all since they were kids. When she was about 7 over the summer a month or 2 before school started, her family moved into a new house, and she became Bills neighbor. She saw him playing outside one day, he had a Batman ball and had a Batman shirt on. She was also wearing a batman shirt, and they became friends. They'd always go over to each other's houses and watch Batman stuff. Then, that school year, she met the rest of the club members, and when they formed the club in middle school, she was the only girl they let in. If she didn't know them for as long as she did, they definitely wouldn't have let her in.

Here's her little intro thing! It's kinda old and I'm not that happy with it but wtv it shows her interests and stuff so.. anyway I don't have a last name for her yet so that's why it's just "***"

Relationships:

Simple for now

Extra random stuff:

Voice claim: Mae Whitman, specifically as Katara in Avatar

Prob has a femcel setup, like super sonico figures and shit, I mean hey, she can't be completely unproblematic being in the eltingville club, right?

Her dnd character is prob an elf or mage, idk man I don't play dnd lol. But anytime they all play, they always make her the damsel in distress. Bc of they do.

Def plays otome games

Is abt 5'5, her and bill are close in height

Anyway, that's it for now. Feel free to ask questions!! <3

[kenny-the-ken]

South Park Belfast AU

Meet the biggest scumbags in town

Belfast, Northern Ireland, a community divided by religious beliefs and paramilitary organisations that prey on the weak, vulnerable and the downright fucked up.

A group of five lads, from varying backgrounds have been best friends for a very long time. They met through mutual friends in secondary school, and remained close friends after, despite their differences. Some give Belfast a good name, others give it the reputation it's sadly known for.

SO!!! I'm starting this AU, because I cannot for the life of me shake it outta my mind. I'm gonna use some Belfast slang, and I'll put its meanings beside it. But here's the head canons for the boys, and honestly, yall don't gotta vibe with it, but this is my little shithole of the world that not many people know much about, so I'm excited for it.

Kenny McCormick

- 19

- The biggest hood in east Belfast

- North Face tracksuits

- Your neighbourhood drug dealer

- Could've gone to a grammar school, but followed his mates to a regular high school

- Has fucked half of Belfast

- Picks on emos, except for Stan, he is, in Kenny's words, 'Sound'.

- Stinks of cannabis

- Eats ecstasy tablets like they're tictacs

- Are what people describe as a 'hood'

- Has definitely had a punishment beating for selling drugs without paying dues to the paramilitaries.

- Is on the PSNI watchlist, can't go anywhere without getting stop and searched.

- "Stan, listen. I know you're an emo fruit, but you're my mate, and you're sound. Anyone gives you guff, send 'em my way."

Kyle Broflovski

- 20

- Smart arse

- Got into a high end grammar school, and is incredibly intelligent, but still hangs about with his going nowhere friends

- Has a thing for cocaine low key

- "I'm Irish and ginger, the whole package, lads."

- Well dressed, isn't a tracksuit kinda guy, more like jeans and a nice shirt.

- The only one unaffected by the catholic/protestant divide, he's Jewish.

- Drives a Vauxhall Corsa, promises he isn't a nonce.

- Middle class, lives in the BT9 area

- Is banned from having house parties for life after the incident where Kenny poured vodka into his fish tank stating, "The fish needed to be on the sesh too."

- The mother of the group

- Highly strung

- Never been in trouble with police.

Stan Marsh

- 20

- Emo

- City Hall dweller

- Smokes weed, he buys it off Kenny.

- Probably drunk

- Hates the PSNI, just as much as Kenny does

- Chronic whitey victim (He throws up all the time from drinking too much)

- Got arrested for being drunk and disorderly and drinking in a public place

- sobbed in his cell all night till he was released without charge the next morning

- Went to a standard high school, left after finishing his A-Levels

- Bullied for being an emo

- "'Ers wee Marsh, fuckin' emoooo!"

Eric Cartman

- 19

- Gigachad

- Kenny's right hand man and business partner, they're drug dealers.

- Also has a strong hatred for the PSNI

- On electric tag for throwing petrol bombs at the peelers during a riot.

- Religiously goes to the 12th of July, but wears a tricolour on St Paddy's

- Very bad influence

- Has never worked a day in his life, and claims top rate health care benefits.

- Barred from most bars in Belfast City Centre

- Rave whore, may as well live in the Telegraph building.

- Noncommittal, but is a chronic Tinder user

- Definitely a smick

- Calls people slurs online playing FIFA

- Ridiculously street smart

- High school educated but left at 16 after passing his GCSEs to start he and Kenny's 'business venture'

Butters Stoch

- 20

- A good lad

- Lightweight

- Also a chronic whitey victim

- Sent to boarding school for catholic boys

- Fluent in Irish

- professional Irish dancer, and proves it every time he's drunk.

- Politely spoken.

- Bit of a culchie (he's from the country)

- Has a thing for Irish folk music

- Never been in trouble with the PSNI

- Somehow has never been in a physical altercation in his life.

- Doesn't care about the religious politics of the country, and never will.

[sonknuxadow]

theres multiple reasons i dont like s/urgeamy but one of the things ive seen people do with it that annoys me a bit is the idea that surge and kit are going to become good because surge is gonna fall in love with amy and thats gonna be her only motivation to change.. and im sorry but am i the only one who thinks it would suck so bad for such fun antagonists to instantly switch sides just because one of them was "fixed" by romance and no other reason

[melien]

[dyingstarsinyoursky]

Excuse me, but Slash... SLASH!

Bruuuhhhh Stray Kids really come out with another bang, just a few days after a banger like Chk Chk Boom

Like the intro??!?

The instrumental in the intro is insane! Absolutely genius.

And then Felix comes in with that fucking awesome deep rap?!?!

I'm gagged

For real! The whole song is fucking amazing, but the intro has me by the throat.

I can imagine that intro playing in the Deadpool movie, just as a badass fighting scene is about to go down. Like the fight hasn't started yet, but that intro starts playing, and you're like "uuuhhh shit's about to go down"

3racha really did it again! 👌

[tragedykery]

ok I’ve been thinking about taituk’s attitude towards murder lately and I think might have come to a tentative conclusion. the main problem is that if I make taituk just “ok with murder” is that, by letting (part of) their crew stay there, I would imply that attitude extends to the entirety of the tribe. but taituk being against killing in any and all cases would not be realistic, considering their job (pirate captain), and their background (grew up half on a farm in the earth kingdom where killing animals for meat presumably wasn’t rare, half in the south pole, where the main source of food is animals—both of which would lead them or others to question what the difference is between killing animals and killing people. are people of higher worth than animals and do they therefore deserve to not be killed? does that mean that animals don’t deserve to live? etc)

so I think the most realistic opinion for them to have would be that killing needs to save more lives than it takes. hunting for food, killing somebody to prevent them from hurting/killing others is okay, but hunting for fun and murder out of anything other than necessity is not.

[autumnoakes]

why did it take me like. at least 3 playthroughs of claire's scenario to realize that the woman on the table in the orphanage wasn't a mannequin like i originally thought but an actual dead body

[loveanddeepdick]

ᯓ★ babydaddy!toji would never admit that he got jealous when you were around guys your age. he’d never get insecure, no, but he felt a deep pang of jealously in his chest. like he prayed that he had been born later so he could be more similar to you. your relationship with him was complicated. you were dating on and off but finally just settled as friends with benefits (who took care of a ridiculously cute baby together).

your parents often asked you why you dated a guy who was less than a decade away from being your father. your friends did the same too, not seeing the appeal in being with a “broke old man”. you never understood why toji just scoffed and looked away. it was out of character since he’d usually just cuss people out.

babydaddy!toji who let his jealousy show a little too much when you ran into an old high school friend of yours while you were out shopping. toji had to piss and you were waiting outside when he came up to you. shit, you didn’t even recognize him at first and the conversation was merely small talk but when toji came out, he had his arm around your waist, his hands coming down a little too low.

“this is your uh.. boyfriend, yeah?”, you friend asked, his eyes immediately going to the hand on your waist. most people just assumed you were single again.

“you could say that..”, you sheepishly replied, trying to swat toji’s hand away.

“tsk why’re you acting like i didn’t just dick you down and you didn’t carry my baby, ma? course you’re mine”, toji scoffed, looking away.

your eyes dart from your friend’s to his and it finally clicked. he was jealous. with a small smile, you excused yourself and tugged on the hem of toji’s shirt, signaling him to walk out to his car. the walk there was filled with short protests from him and silence from you. of course, he didn’t mean it, he loved this kind of attention from you. as you got to his car you rummaged through his pants pocket to grab his keys—not being shy to graze his dick—and unlocked the car.

babydaddy!toji who’d never admit he was jealous, even when you two were making out in the middle of a mall parking lot with your hand on his crotch.

“admit it, you still—ah, you still love me and you were jealous”

“course i fuckin love you—fuck yeah,keep your hand there—we’re long over, ma. didn’t you say we were just friends with benefits?”

“you’re avoiding the question, toji”

he had his hands all over you at this point, tugging at your shirt but you pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows.

“admit that you were jealous, old perv”

“fuck—fine. i was jealous. i hate seeing you with men younger than me. makes me feel old. happy now, doll?”, he leaned in again, grabbing your face as you kissed back with a smirk.

“yeah, i’m elated”, you grinned, trailing your hand up to play with his dark happy trail and dipping it in his sweatpants.

“don’t be a fuckin brat, ma. m’gonna give you a second snotty little shit if you keep this up”, toji growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone

“yeah?“, you smirked, tangling your fingers in his hair as you guided him down, “keep that promise and maybe we’ll get married”

babydaddy!toji who was definitely going to take you in the backseat for hours. fuck driving home.

babydaddy!toji who nearly died at the spot from the news of you being pregnant not with just one baby, but twins. you ended the year with a ring and a freshly painted nursery.

[st4rbwrry]

𝓢𝓤𝓖𝓐𝓡.       eren yeager.

‎𐦍 ₊˚♱ ෆ . . . 5.1k. fem!reader, set in 01’, country!eren + bluecollar!, housewife!reader, established relationship, domesticity, ovulation, oral ꒰ f + m. ꒱, kreaming + squirting, rough sex, nasty talk ofc, unprotected, daddy kink, spanking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, baby, mama ꒱, praise, hair pulling, check ins + aftercare, choking, breath + sensitivity + salvia play, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated. <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . a lil sum i thought of randomly. this is related to the dangerously in love couple. <3 visual. visual. visual. wish i had a link for the exact position i have in my head, so here’s a small example. hopefully i explained them well. :<

part three. <3

ivory sunflowers are imprinted along the frilly apron that hugs your body cutely, the coquette lace floral dress with a baby pink ribbon to create a corset style underneath. the warm scent of strawberry pie baking in the matcha green vintage oven blooms your heart. dusting flour over the counter to roll and mush at the dough you’ve created for the chicken pot pies, one of eren’s favorite meals. the sun was fairly hot today, your eyes fixating on the two beautiful tawny cows roaming your farm, their mouths chewing at grass as the wind blows serenely.

you told eren to keep a close eye on them while he was outside, watching your husband stand halfway down the driveway with sweat dripping from his brow as he tinkers with the engine of his polished black 1968 ford f100. he’s been having troubles with it this past week, and constantly handling it became tedious. he expressed his anger a few times now, this truck being his first big purchase for himself and he was having issues only a year later.

his light blue levi jeans and classic wife-beater was streaked with grease, clinging to his muscular thighs as he crouches low, peering intently at the mechanical innards. every so often, he wipes his hands on a rag before reaching for another tool, his calloused fingers moving with practiced ease. the sun casts a glow on the definition of his biceps as he lifts and maneuvers heavy parts. angelic brown strands held back by a black cap turned backwards.

you’ve been subconsciously humming along to the 70s and 80s rock tunes he has stationed on the radio. don’t dream it’s over currently on play. meanwhile, inside the cozy farmhouse kitchen, with the tantalizing aroma of food and your chocolate brown maltipoo who eren named honeybelle sleeps on her bed by the window — although this moment was romantic and peaceful to view, you weren’t too happy of a woman.

this was one of the few days he was off from work, and he’s been outside fixing his car since your eyes opened to an empty bedside. it’s nearing nighttime, and you’d spent half your day to your lonesome. shaving your body, doing your skincare routine and deep conditioning your handful of a curly head that’s currently pinned up away from your soft features. it’s felt like such a long time since the two of you enjoyed a full day together, let alone make love. your ovulation period not making this any easier on you, feeling like a wild animal in desperate heat. the only time you really interacted today was when you brought out a fat honey-turkey club sandwich, knowing he tends to forget to eat sometimes.

brushing the crust you created for the pot pie after layering them in crisscross patterns with butter, your mind wanders off, daydreaming as the sun begins to set and the sky blooms into color palettes of saffron and coral. the air outside turns warmer, and you study your husband once more, watching the ball in his throat shift as he chugs on a pitcher of water, droplets hitting his chest. his briefs are peaking out from his jeans, feet in his black timberlands per usual. his arms have veins streaming from the middle of his forearm to his big, dirty hands. silver wedding band on his right.

those slanted viridescent eyes of his catch your stare as he glares at you over the pitcher, swallowing and giving you a movie star smile with pearly whites. you smile faintly, returning the gesture. your heart pounds rapidly in your chest, shifting in your spot as you realize you’re biting your lips and almost riding the air. your blood is thrumming throughout your body, needing him to come inside right now.

the chicken pot pies are done in thirty minutes, each crust perfectly golden brown. and within that time, he’s still outside messing with his truck. you wanted to be understanding that he needed his truck in order to head to work tomorrow to further provide for you and the home as he does, but you can’t help that feeling of abandonment in your chest. you really didn’t want to cause an argument, but this was becoming irritating.

removing your apron, you slip on your outside shoes to head towards the garage where he resides, being faced with his broad back and gruff noises of agitation.

“baby.”

“yes, sweetie,” he replies quickly, groaning as he twists the wrench.

“dinner’s done. you’ve been out here all day. please come inside,” you pout, going to wrap your arms around his waist, laying your cheek on the column of his back.

eren removes his cap, scratching at his head before smoothing his hair back and placing it on again. “mhm, baby, i know. gimme like ‘nother hour, i just gotta connect the fuckin’ valve springs to the camshaft.“

“i thought it was just overheated?”

“yeah it was, the water pump wasn’t sending coolant through. the crankshaft wasn’t movin’, ‘n the radiator cap had too much pressure so the spring in the cap compressed ‘n flew over in the coolant reservoir. glad i ran to the auto shop beforehand.”

he’s saying a lot of shit you don’t understand if being frank. sighing, you let go of him, knowing he was real intricate with his truck so he definitely wasn’t going to be done in an hour. he stops what he’s doing to turn and face you, observing your expression.

“what i say about that, mama. huh?” eren sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “don’t be givin’ me that face. i’m tryin’ my best right now. swear ima be in, i’ll make it forty-five instead.”

“that’s not the point,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “fuck the dinner, i want you to be with me. you’ve been out here since eleven in the morning. not once have you come inside the house ‘n checked on me.”

his jaw clenches, your tone expected but not what he wanted to hear right now. “i ain’t tryna argue with you.”

“then don’t, help yourself to dinner.”

“꒰♡꒱.”

turning with clear attitude, you stroll back into the house, honeybelle barking softly as she follows you around. you feed someone in the house, pouring kibble into her beige bowl before patting her head and watching her scruff down the food. by this point you’d lost your appetite, huffing and puffing in your kitchen as you set the food back into the oven and made your way up the staircase.

to cool yourself down, you decide to run yourself a bath. twisting the gold faucet to fill the clawfoot tub with hot water, crouching on your knees to swish the water around to help form the bubbles. it was fully dark outside now, lighting aromatherapy candles and opening the double vintage windows that overlooked the farm you and eren spent years creating. stars in the sky and clouds camouflaging. undressing yourself, you grab a novel off of the shelf and submerge yourself into the tub, closing your eyes in bliss and leaning your head back against the spa pillow that elevates your neck.

eren manages to take approximately thirty minutes to finish up his project, starting up the truck and test driving it before he sighs in relief to see she’s back in shape. after parking it back into the garage, whistling at the cows to get them to follow him back into the barn after much needed playtime, he’s finally stepping into the house. honeybelle skips towards eren, sniffing at his ankle and wagging her tail. eren smiles, patting the top of her head.

“where’s your mommy, girl. huh?” he coed, scratching under her chin.

his eyes scope the dining area, finding the table set up just for the two with candles that were half burnt, blown out. the homemade sweet tea in a pitcher leaking with condensation, ice cubes melted. the pie you baked was set into a glass cake stand, and the pot pies are settled into the oven under the light. it was definitely clear you were upset with him, groaning and putting a hand on his head. he truly didn’t mean to take away this day from you, aware of how much you’ve missed him. hours at work are longer since the power plants needed more tending to from low employment.

just last week he had to go out of town and leave you for an entire three days to travel to another refinery. in that time you’d tend to your farm while also helping eren’s father with his. you knew what this lifestyle would mean for your relationship. things around the house including you will be secure, but having him come home exhausted to the point where you rarely spend as much time as you’d like with him was difficult. at most he had two days off a week, but a lot of times they’d call him in because someone else didn’t show up.

you’ve suggested countless of times that he should switch locations, but this one provided better benefits and he was close to a promotion that would also guarantee him extra off time. ‘it just takes time, baby.’ he’d constantly tell you. and you’re not one of those wives that complain about every single thing to make her husbands life harder, the two of you rarely even argue, but you do have your moments where you’re too stubborn.

the heavy thud of his boots sounds in the home as he heads up the stairs, softly calling your name to see where you reside. with his hand on his toned stomach under his shirt, he finds you rested in the tub, head turned away as you sleep comfortably. his tall frame leans against the doorframe, watching you with a pout on his face. you look angelic, cloud white bubbles flowing around your body, the jets in the tub keeping them in tact, slowly dissolving. the tankless water heater he installed a while back kept the water warm, making you comfortable enough to drift off to light slumber.

he makes his way closer to you, crouching before you to brush the tendrils of curls dangling in your face. your breath is light, lashes feathering against your cheekbones as he caresses your jaw with his thumb. he bends to pull the plug and drain the tub, not fond of you sleeping in water. you didn’t have it too high up, but people drown in tubs a lot more than you think.

you hum gently, eyes opening to see him looming over you, studying him in silence. sitting on his behind, he grabs a pedicure knife to clean under his nails, tattooed arm dangling into the tub and under the running faucet to remove the impurities.

“don’t like you fallin’ asleep in the tub, sweetie. you could drown. this isn’t your first time doin’ that,” his brows deepen, grabbing a nail brush and applying some of your cashmere and goat milk soap you currently smelt of with to scrub at his manicured fingernails.

you bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms over your knees. “sorry.”

eren scans your face, eyeing the beauty of your entirety. perfectly white painted toes and matching nails, dark, big curls framing your face, slowly falling from the claw clip on the back of your head. the fullness of your lips with the cupids bow curve of them. soft skin, pretty eyes . . you were all his. such a beautiful wife. so when you’re mad at him, it makes him feel like shit. the way you look at him is different as well. your eyes are dead almost, a scolding glare in them.

“this day was supposed to be for us, i know,” he breaks the silence. “old shit was being difficult, ‘n you know i gotta drive far, sweetie. gettin’ ‘n a crash isn’t somethin’ you’d want happenin’ to me, right baby?”

the frown on your face serves how you feel about that. “i’d lose my mind if something bad happened to you.”

“ ‘n i’m not tryna guilt trip you or anything like that. i understand how you feel. i miss you just as much. i think about you all fuckin’ day at work. but, as time passes, eventually i’ll be in a better position ‘n you can have me with you whenever you want. jus’ lemme handle shit, okay?”

his strong hands go to caress your ankle, the silver jewelry shining there, lifting your foot to kiss at the shape of it, eyes low and focusing on you, unable to help the heat that swims within your hips and core.

“i really just needed you so bad today,” the sound of your throat clamping up causes him to go alert. you bow your head, wanting to hide your face as the tears threaten to spill. “it’s so stupid. i spent all that time pampering myself and cooking for us — i just hated being alone, even if you were still here.”

“c’mon, baby. why you cryin’ ? none of that. i’m sorry, truly,” he’s rising up on his knees, kissing at yours.

“missed you touching me,” you whimper, sniffling and pouting. “missed your kisses. i miss you.”

ah, so that’s what it is. he doesn’t make any effort to hide the smirk on his face, scoffing lowly while dropping his head. you can be such a brat when you’re horny, and given it’s been about two weeks since he’s last fucked you, he now gets why you begged for him to be with you today. quality time was still needed, but he can tell by the way your body tenses and your lips part to release tiny gasps while he strokes the pads of his fingers across your hips . . that you’re ovulating.

“that’s all you needin’, mama? some touches?”

salvia trails down your throat as you swallow, thighs squeezing together out of reflex, throbbing from those damned eyes of his, nodding with hooded lids. “mm hmm. so bad.”

“mm, yeah?”

the butterflies in your stomach swarm as he brings his face closer to yours, his touches on your skin causes you to grind when his mouth suddenly connected with your throat, your jaw widening as you gasp and toss your head back, his mouth sloppily kissing at the right side of your body. lips moving from your collarbone, each sound coming from him emphasized as he sucks at your chest, pulling your areola into his mouth and trailing his tongue down the side of your stomach, down to your hip and the crease between your thigh and waist. every kiss and lick is rough, his groans exaggerated as you moan from every touch.

“ooo, fuck. oh my god,” your hips can’t stop moving, his tongue gliding back up before his fingers indent into your cheeks, turning your face to his so he could kiss you roughly, sliding his tongue on yours.

eren doesn’t kiss you for long, detaching your lips with a lewd slick, both of your lips pouty before he’s arching over the tub and guiding his mouth along the left side of your body, repeating his motion of sucking and licking you. your eyes gloss back, spreading your thighs further apart when he gets closer to your pussy, swallowing your bottom lip inward.

he cocks his head back to lewdly spit over your clit, the string of saliva and the vein on the side of his thick neck making your face heat up. your mouth hangs open as he takes his fingers and slowly spreads it over, grumbling, "want me all over you," before rubbing your clit in smooth circles, groaning at the weak noises you made.

you were so needy, every touch he gives you consuming, a lust and desire looming over you that only he could give you. your hips twitch and hike midair, and your positive you've made your lip bleed by how hard you bit into it, doe eyes hazily watching his face. brows furrowed as he tentatively paced his fingers, repositioning himself so he could tug you down flat in the tub, your knees pressed to your chest as he clutches onto the sides of the tub.

“hold ‘em there, be good.”

a squeal envelops eren’s ears once he cranes his neck and drops his mouth over the puffy nub, enclosing his lips to kiss at your folds. your pussy is soaked, dripping between your ass cheeks, inner thighs twitching while he licks you up. the cap on his head continues to hold his hair back, his biceps flexing from every noise you make, trying to keep his composure. he wanted to make you feel real good, you deserve it, and he’s missed you.

“b—babyyy,” a mix between a groan and a whimper flows from you, keeping your legs open and squeezing at your chest hard, slowly rocking your pussy on his face, voice shuddering from the feel of his light stubble on your soft skin.

eren spanks the back of your thigh, dragging his mouth to soothe the feel after with an open mouth followed with more of his tongue. he loved tasting you, clearly. melting on the velvet of his tongue like sugar. his chin is doused by your slickness as he buried his face deep, circling your clit in languid strokes, lower lip dropping to bring it back into his mouth. you’re never embarrassed by how loud you get, knowing you’ll be reprimanded if you do keep silent. so a pathetic, drawn out whine fills the space when he removes his mouth.

“feed it to me,” eren hisses, spanking the back of your thigh again, french kissing either side of your ass. the hungry aggression through his eyes tell you to listen, his body almost entirely inside of the tub to make sure he’s giving you what you need the right way. “c’mon, girl.”

the gruffness in his tone makes you squirm, like he’s just as pent up as you. easing your hips up, you hold your legs fully up so they’re past your ears, gripping on his arm for balance as you dip your hips so your pussy connects with his face, your face curling up as he spits and slurps, your body trembling.

“mmmahh,” you weakly moan, chest heaving and breath stuttering, his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole to taste that sweeter place, eren grunting and bouncing his head along with your movements, teeth every now and then biting at your inner thighs. “g-g’na—squirt, f-fuck, nnnngh.”

eren acts on instinct, reaching to grab the back of your neck as your body arches forward to hold you so you won’t hurt yourself, swallowing at your achy bud as you coat his throat in your juices, humming and savoring every ounce. the static of your legs as you sing out your moans makes his dick harder, straining in the confinements of his jeans.

he pulls away, your body flat within the tub as he stands and undoes the leather belt on his waist, ears perking up from the sound of his zipper and then awaits the weighty girth of his dick. blush pink tip and tan with a protruding vein trailing up the underside. you find energy to lift yourself up, clinging to the side of the tub like a mermaid on rocks. reaching for the back of his leg to pull him closer, eren’s brows lowered at the sight of your eyes setting into seductiveness.

your mouth opens instinctively, giving him those big brown irises that has his dick jump in your face. eren’s waist spasm backwards, fingers grasping the coils of your hair to stop you. “no, no. not now. y’know you’ll make me cum too quick.”

“y’know you can’t fuck me till i taste it,” you pout, evidently upset, keeping your lips parted as a need to have it. “just a taste, daddy. i want it.”

“fuckin’ hell,” eren clenches his jaw, pupils dilating, lowering his jeans and boxers to his thighs to inch his dick to your lips. “yeah, jus’ a lil taste, baby. gimme those pretty lips.”

eren moans when you waste no time intaking half of his dick, tongue licking at the underside and slurping him up, bobbing your head and letting him hit the back of your throat in nasty squelches. his head falls back then to the side as he squeezes his eyes shut, attractive neck showcasing, grunting and slowly thrusting into your throat.

“f-fuck, ꒰♡꒱. love this sweet fuckin’ mouth of yours. show me that throat, baby,” two hands go to clutch your neck, eren pulling his dick out, salvia dribbling down your bottom lip. you widen your mouth, angling your face up so he can see your tongue in it’s entirety, the tight ring in the hollow of your esophagus calling him.

“good girl, take this shit deep,” he whispers painfully, teeth clamped together in a hiss as he lays the heaviness of his dick on your flat tongue, pushing in till his pretty, leaky tip connects with the back of your throat, constricting around him. “a-ahh, yeahh.”

you let him use you as long as he anticipates, eyes drooping low, trying to focus on eye contact with your nose mushed to his happy trail, the scent of the day and his cologne seeped into his skin. you heave when he pulls back entirely, whining and riding the air. he’s so damn masculine it makes you so feminine and submissive.

“one more time, hold it,” bending his back slightly, he slides back into your mouth, gently holding your neck in place to thrust a few times more, deep melodies of grunts and hisses pouring as he furrows his brows and studies how you made his dick wet and shiny, balls slapping against your chin.

with your mouth stretched open, you take him in as deep as he likes, closing your eyes to shut off your brain so you don’t choke. eren holds you there, huffing out ‘ooh fuckin’ god, baby.’ before smoothing his hand on the side of your face after he withdraws his hips to let you breathe, his own chest knocking from holding his breath.

“love you,” eren reminds you as he peppers kisses all over your face and you smile, a continuous gesture he’d do every time to make you aware, especially when he’s too rough.

the trance you have on his dick is sickening, following it as he maneuvered around the bathroom, retrieving a towel he spread on the lower part of the tub before entering, not bothering to take off his boots. you giggle as he hovers above you, biting at your nail and shifting your body beneath him so he could slot in. the weight of his cock lays on your stomach, eren grinding to rub along your folds, coaxing your hidden clit to show. eren steadies his figure, knuckles turning white from him grasping either side of the tub and holding himself up by indenting his feet into the towel.

“i fuckin’ need you,” eren growls, biting at your neck before licking and shifting his hips to nudge the tip against your opening, easily sliding in slow.

the warmth fills your face again, abdomen pinching from pain and pleasure, pawing at his slightly dirty wifebeater and hiking it further up his chest you were desperate to touch. the silver chain around his neck sways in your face, squinting your eyes and dropping your jaw when he begins pounding into you with the need he expressed. the sluice of your pussy is loud, his balls slapping against the rounds of your ass while your thighs hit his pelvis.

“this what you needed, right? what you been whinin’ for?” eren grunts in your face, taking your lips in his for passionate kiss, moaning together.

“y-yesss, mmmph,” the pleasure swarming in your stomach feels foreign, whimpering from every stroke he gives you, clawing at his sides. it felt so fucking good, your eyes scrolling and your breath inordinate along with his. “dick feel so good, ‘ren.”

“mhm hmm,” his face curls up, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your cheek and behind your ear, his touches making your body burn. “i hear it, she’s creamy as fuck.”

and it was, peering down between where you two connect to see him covered in you, the sticky slaps making his eyes lose focus, rutting into you harder. so hard it makes you scream, that sweet spot being pressured and your tummy flutters.

“e—ren,” you can barely see him, whines and whimpers being your only way of communication. spreading yourself wider by holding yourself open with both hands, arching your chest into his face where he sloppily eats at your brown skin again.

“talk.”

“annngh,” your lips turn into a pout, face completely gone. every word and sound coming out brokenly. “f-feelin’ something. s’so fuckin’ deep in me. you fuck me so good. w’na cum on it.”

“mhm, cum on it. cum on your dick baby, make it creamier.”

it’s quiet at first when you cum, legs shaking almost violently as eren lets go of the tub and lays his entire weight onto you, tucking you fully underneath to angle his hips and dig his dick in deeper, rough and steady pivots making you reach for his hair to tug, knocking off his hat. his fingers grip your cheeks, big hand almost covering your whole face as he brings his forehead to yours, growling rough.

“yess. give. it. to. me. lemme hear it.”

“g-god, y-yessss, fuck. right there, right there. please don’t fuckin’ stop . . oh my god.”

a long, exasperated groan disperses, vibrating in your chest and in his ears, hiccups and gasps following as you clench and suck him tighter. he feels the throb from your orgasm, dick twitching inside of you, rolling his waist and keeping you close to let you ride it out and feel it longer.

“take your time, there we go. feel it all.”

it pulsates harder from hearing him, grasping his wrist and releasing what’s been caged within you; a cry. “oh . . my . . g-god. eren!”

it’s not that you’re hurt, it’s that you’re experiencing too much at once. overwhelming pleasure, your husband’s embrace, the way he speaks to you, fucks you, the love you have for him, how he loves you, and even the annoying rise of hormones from your ovulation. a cry bolts from you, body convulsing and your voice dying out, grinding mindlessly on his dick and kissing his lush lips.

“that’s it, it’s okay.”

eren’s kissing all over your face, soothing you and giving you time before he holds you close to his chest and turns himself around so he’s leaning up, resting his head back on the spa pillow and twisting you so your back is to his chest. he balances your weight, taking the initiative to sling your right arm over his shoulder, eren smoothing his palms up the back of your thighs before locking your knees to your chest with his forearms.

“you good, baby?” eren whispers, smooching your cheek again.

chewing at your lips, you nod. “uh huh.”

eren moans as your fingers thread through the brown coils of his hair, tugging and planting a kiss on the shell of his ear, jumping slightly from the way he patted your pussy with his dick, sinking back in deliciously slow. with your lips parting in sync, eren flattens his feet to fuck up inside of you, your walls spasming from how good it feels and the sensitivity.

collecting the tresses of his messy hair, you fist it harder which makes him fuck you harder. your tits bouncing on your chest you fondle at.

“watch us,” he says, placing both of his hands on either side of your head to force your head down to stare at how he fucked you, keeping your legs locked with his arms.

the sloppy collision of your stickiness coating his cock that plunges into you roughly, his heavy hits making the both of you whimper. eren begins to grow so weak from being in your pussy and the hard labor he’d done today, and you can tell by the slowness in his pace after a few minutes. he’s throbbing hard, knowing he’s close to cumming, wanting to making him feel it too. he also had to get up early and still eat dinner, so did you.

“ ‘ren,” slithering your head from his grasp, you guide them to sit at your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as you tug at his hair again and nibble at your bottom lip.

moving your body further up, you arch your chest forward and implant your feet flat to the surface, snapping your ass down to fuck him instead. eren tightens his hold on you, jaw slacking and squeezing his eyes shut while placing his forehead on your shoulder. you gasp, bouncing on him and constantly groping at your chest, skin clapping louder.

“you g’na cum in me, baby?” you speak with a whiny tone, taunting him.

“y-yeah, baby. please. bounce on that shit harder,” eren sucks at your side again, retracting his hand to land a harsh spank under your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “fuck, you do it so good, ꒰♡꒱. do it so good.”

“mmmm,” you smile drunkenly. “this daddy’s pussy, right?”

eren whines, and you love when he gets this way, so horny he lets his guard down. makes sounds he wouldn’t usually make. his tongue on you again causes your hips to stutter, that pressure building back up, a shaky moan pressing out the harder you fuck yourself on him.

“it’s daddy’s pussy. oooh, shit baby. don’t stop, i’m g’na bust all in your p—ussy.”

“all in my pussy?” harder, faster, you pounce your ass down, knees hiking and reconnecting as you drop down completely, feeling your orgasm near and riding him by scooting your ass on him.

“all . . in it— fuck. good girl.”

weakness fills your bones, loosing your balance completely, eren bellowing out curses and grunts as he locks his hand around your neck to pull your back to him again, swiveling his hips with yours while you both ride out the wave. heaving on the side of your face after he lays his cheek on yours, warm cum leaking into you while you gush all over him in exchange.

eren softly kisses at your shoulder, embracing you in his hold and moaning from your walls clenching on him. you can’t even find the energy to speak, enduring the comforting silence and weak breathing. rubbing your arms and molding his face with yours, skin to skin a necessity for him. rocking you side by side, smiling into his forearm he used to lock against your neck, inhaling the coconut fragrance in your hair.

“we need a shower, and that chicken pie i worked hard to make for you.”

“and that strawberry pie,” eren chuckles within the crook of your neck. “i’ll eat it all just for you.”

“you better.”

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satosugu & their favorite lady ♡ poly head cannons

`⭐︎ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ bc who doesn't love when their two boyfriends are also bf + bf?

nsfw mdni; fem!reader, 3sum, anäl, dbl. penētration, oral, yaoi, use of pet names. banner fan art from pinterest

poor suguru, having to work overtime to keep the two of you in check—your unyielding energy bounces off of satoru's childlike enthusiasm, creating quite an unhinged environment. and of course geto switches into dad-mode when it comes to y'all, but he wouldn't have it any other way...not willing to give up what he has, loving how silly his lovers are.

satoru’s definitely the physical touch lover while suguru handles words of affirmation: they take turns showering you in praise in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses while they removing your clothes, two sets of hands running up and down your soft skin.

this dynamic also manifests in public, with satoru being your go-to for steamy dancing and drunken make-out sessions in the middle of the club, while suguru sits observantly at a table off to the side.

when he finally feels that it’s time to go, he’ll join the two of you on the dance floor, his chest pressed flush with your back as you continue to lock lips with satoru. you grind against him, assuming he's finally joining in on all the fun. but his hands pull at your hips before running up your body and cupping the underside of your jaw, quite literally having to peel your mouth away from satoru's. "hey...wha- i wasn't done," you grumble. suguru only chuckles in response. "let's get outta here, you two..." he mumbles. satoru attempts to reconnect his lips with yours before a stern "satoru," rumbles from suguru's chest. your blue-eyed lover pouts, of course, before reluctantly agreeing.

suguru loves hitting it from the back while you suck satoru off, the sloppy sounds of both your holes filling the heady air the room as the three of you chase your releases

and of course, satoru would get creative and suggest a challenge, a little competition to see who finishes first, just for funsies; "bet i'd last the longest". he'd be so fucking smug about it, too. and nine times out of ten, you and suguru would create an alliance and work together to literally break satoru; not only does he finish first but he cums over, and over, and over again. you and sugu take turns bringing him to his breaking point, and after his third orgasm, he's begging to switch so he can get one of you off instead. but you just can't stop. and why would you? he just looks so pretty as his hips buck off the bed, sweat glistening on his skin with his flustered cheeks and swollen lips, while his body trembles with every gasping breath. you swear he does this shit on purpose, plotting for this outcome because he's been feeling super needy lately.

they just love pleasing their precious girl

you're straddling suguru, your forearms resting against his chest as your nails dig into his skin. satoru is pounding into you from behind, his hands anchored on your hips. he tucks his chin into his clavicle to watch as your gushing cunt sucks him in so greedily. suguru pulls your head down, your cheek resting against his shoulder as his fingers reach under you to play with your clit, sultry words of praise leaving his lips and going straight to your listening ears, "feels good, doesn't it baby? uh uh, don't move. keep takin' him...y'doin so good." you whimper as toru’s impressive length reaches unimaginable depths inside you, the sweet squelches of your needy pussy spurring him on as he drives into you even harder. sugu’s fingers keep working at your throbbing clit while you bite and suck on his neck, interrupted by the symphony of soft ahh’s and ooo’s falling from your swollen lips. a few more rough thrusts and rapid circles against your clit and you’re falling apart on satoru’s cock, spraying all over the their thighs. you gasp and whine when you feel satoru pull out, only for suguru to lift you up and quickly take his place, sheathing himself in your pulsing walls. “you ready, baby?” you glance over you shoulder, watching as satoru sucks his fingers into his mouth, a cheeky smirk on his face, your cock drunk brain too dizzy to respond. you nod, groaning at the feeling of his long, slender digits playing with your ass, dipping in to the second knuckle. satoru works to stretch you out in preparation for you to take them both. your face contorts at the dull ache. "look at me...focus on me, princess," suguru rasps, redirecting your attention to him as he slowly pumps in and out of your gummy walls. your nails scratch down his chest as you rest your forehead against his, breathing deeply in an attempt to relax your body for the inevitable stretch. you already feel so full, your pussy absolutely drenched, your arousal dribbling out around sugu’s girth, but you grow even wetter in anticipation for your two boyfriends to take you at the same time

and if you thought it would be a peaceful transition into sleep after y'all finish fucking, you would be sorely mistaken...the three of you constantly fight for the middle spot in the bed. correction, you and satoru are the ones bickering. as the two of you argue, suguru finds his place and waits for y'all to follow suit, and more often than not, it's suguru in the middle, laying on his back, as you and satoru tuck yourselves under each of his arms and curling into his side, legs thrown over his waist.

it's a very balanced relationship. the three of y'all have your designated nights to cook dinner, your assigned spots on the couch (though you occasionally fight over what to watch), a copasetic routine for showering, going to work, running errands together. and when one of y'all is out of town for work, the two left over keep each other company. it's perfect, a home full of love and laughter.

y'all loooove having threesomes, but sometimes it's too much logistically. and that's totally fine...nothing wrong with some one on one action, whether it be you and toru or sugu and you or the two men having their fun alone.

you arrive home, expecting to be entrapped in a double bearhug by your two boyfriends, only to hear moans and grunts echoing down the hallway. you laugh to yourself as you make your way upstairs. opening the bedroom door, you're greeted by a smiling suguru being topped off by his blond counterpart. "hey baby, how was work?" he asks casually, not even acknowledging the fact that he's actively getting head. you smile softly, walking to the edge of the bed and placing a gentle peck on suguru's waiting lips. "mmm, it was a pretty rough shift...i'm gonna go take a long, hot shower," you reply, exhaustion evident in your voice. satoru sits up, continuing to jerk suguru off. with his free hand, he wipes the spit from his chin, grinning ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him, too. "you sure you don't wanna join us?" "not right now, toru, but i might when i get out," you smile as you walk to the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes before heading toward the master bathroom. you turn back around to face the two of them, giggling at the disappointed looks on their faces. when the door closes, the wet sounds and breathy moans fill the bedroom once more. but of course, not even five minutes into your peaceful shower, your back is pressed up against the tile wall as satoru's tongue laps at your throbbing clit. "this is the best way to decompress, baby," he says before his fingers dip into your core and his lips reattach to your sensitive bud. "f-fuck, toru...feels s'good..." as you surrender to the bliss, you hear the bathroom door open and close. seems like suguru was feeling left out. so much for your alone time, huh?

loneliness is no longer apart of the equation for you. after years of failed relationships and agonizing heartbreaks, you have finally found peace, your yin and yang. you have your boys, and they have you.

author notes: stsg has had me in a fuckin chokehold recently so i had to get this outta my head. i just rly rly want two boyfriends so so bad and i want my two boyfriends to also be boyfriends. ugh. is that too much to ask? ♡

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