#fixation has just changed and i forgot

[allykatsart]

your mortal radi au makes me Feel Things… i love it so much <3

Aww, thanks! I'm really proud of the project. I think I could have done better on it but I'm just happy I finished the comic!

I like making stories that touch people and that one was one of my better ones. I'm glad you enjoyed!

[classyrbf]

YOU'RE SUCH A PERV! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...pervy acts that the jjk men do

INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, nanami, geto) x fem!reader, panty stealing, jerking off, spying on you, taking pictures/videos of you, groping you, not proofread

INFO...likes and reblogs are appreciated

GOJO

gojo loves to steal your panties and use them to jerk off whenever you’re not home or busy with work in another room. The way he got fixated on this was by accident, seeing your lace panties lying on the bed because you forgot to fold them from the clean laundry and gojo, for some reason, immediately got hard. He didn’t care if they were used or not, but just the thought that they’ve been on you, snug against your pussy. Before he knew it, he was using your underwear to help jerk off and boy did he cum a lot. He was left shaking, panting and bewildered by what he just did. It became addicting, and now he steals your panties to jerk off. “Satoru, have you seen my pink lace underwear?” You ask. “Mmm, no. Maybe they’re in the wash?” He shrugs. Little do you know he has them stuffed in his pocket for later.

TOJI

this man is big on physical affection when it comes to you. Previously, he would hate being crowded and clingy with his partner, but something about you changed that in him. Toji is big on groping you and I’m talking like eyeing you down like a piece of cake, thinking of all the nasty things he could do to you before his big rough hands are reaching out to grab your titties. His thumbs rub over your hardened nipples with a smug smile on his face. Sometimes he’ll scoot by you, hand on your waist before saying, “scuse me, baby.” Pushing his entire bulge against your ass. All you do is look at him with narrowed eyes while he chuckles. When you’re lying down he likes smacking and grabbing your ass. At this point it’s muscle memory for him. But sometimes he ends up getting horny, and he’ll pull his cock out and start jerking off right there in front of you, still groping your body. “Toji, what are you doing?!” Your brows furrow. “Shhh, just keep watching the movie, sweetheart.”

GETO

this man is so pervy like big time perv. He will record you and take pictures of you anywhere he sees fit. Sneaking a picture of your ass in the dress you’re wearing. Taking videos of you while you’re changing. Sometimes he’ll zoom in your lips while you’re doing your makeup so he can jerk off to it later. He has a whole folder dedicated to you. When y’all are having sex, of course geto has to be the photographer he is. “Lift your skirt up for me.” He snaps a picture of you bent over the bed, the skirt barely covering your ass. Whenever you give him head, he’ll make it a priority to cum on your face so he can take pictures of you smiling. Isn’t he the best? Also, he for sure records you while you’re taking a shower, even if the steam is fogging up the glass, he can still see the outline of your naked body and that’s enough for him. “We should make a movie. What d’ya say, princess?”

NANAMI

as sweet as nanami is, I feel like he would be the type to spy on you and secretly listen to you if you’re ever playing with yourself. He can’t tell if you do it on purpose or what because each time he comes home, the bedroom door is cracked and you’re fucking yourself with the toy he bought you. As we watches you from the dark, he loosens the tie around his neck as he hold back the urge to bust into the room and fuck you senseless, but he gets a sense of adrenaline watching you silently, seeing you lose yourself as you call out his name. He palms himself through his slacks before he finally can’t resist it anymore and starts jerking off to you, following your movements. He knows it’s wrong to do it, he feels like such a creep, but goddamn does he love how it feels, the rush is gives him. “There you go baby, cum for me,” he whispers as his eyes intensely watch how your legs shake.

repost from my old account

[huexuri]

⊹ advantage : dom!kai x fem!reader ⊹

NSFW, MDNI!!

warnings: bsf!kai, roommate!kai, fem!reader, dom!kai, cum denial, reader has short stumpy fingers, slight mention of nipple play, praise, degradation, fingering, size kink (bigger hands, smaller hands)

note: i just couldn't... im supposed to be on a writers block but this fancam of hyuka changed the trajectory of my life. + not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

incorrect key. off tune. forgot to press this key. no, off beat. wrong chord.

your blood's boiling at this point, sitting in your roommate's room and in front of his keyboard; death stare piercing through those dizzying piano keys as if the inanimate object betrayed you.

"when will i get this right? ugh, stupid fingers, stupid me!!!" you clench your fist and begin to collect yourself to play again.

your pinky stretches across the keyboard to play an octave, but your your fingers are trembling over the piano keys. after all the nonstop continuous playing and aggressive slamming of fingers on kai's piano, you can't tell if you feel bad for your fingers or the poor keyboard. you let out an agitated scoff as you're barely pressing on the keys — friction being the only thing keeping your fingers barely on the edge of each key.

for some reason, an octave on the keyboard is way too wide for your fingers to press both keys simultaneously, and to you, that's embarrassing as hell. you stare dreadfully at your short, stumpy fingers that clearly isn't made to play piano. you've always wished you were rachmaninoff or something.

you slam onto kai's keyboard in frustration as you sit in the deafening silence that follows.

until, a twist of his doorknob catches you off guard when you're met with your blue haired roommate, hueningkai, his concerned eyes peering right at the keyboard as the door slowly creaked open.

"um.... everything alright? what are you doing in my room, absolutely wrecking my piano?" kai lets out a nervous chuckle, then his gaze fixates back up at yours as you fume.

"you're home so fast?" you immediately turn off his piano and stand up, cheeks flushed red and the tip of your ears glowing the same red in embarrassment.

"don't be embarrassed or anything, just asking since you have your own keyboard..." kai closes the door behind him and throws his bag onto the floor.

"yours felt better to play, i thought... but maybe i'm just the problem." you sigh, defeated, dropping back onto the chair.

"what is it though?" kai bends to reach your height and turns on the keyboard.

"might sound embarrassing, but can't reach an octave." you show him by stretching your fingers across the keyboard, the pads of your fingers barely pressing the designated keys.

"what do you mean? you can!" his chin points to your fingers.

"well, barely." you scoff again, and you're probably bothering kai with your continuously negative attitude.

"pfft... why are your fingers so short? can't relate.." kai hysterically laughs and plays an octave with barely any effort, his fingers even able to cover 2 keys over an octave.

"flexing much.." you cross your arms and roll your eyes. "i'm so awfully jealous. can't do anything at this point, my hands are like, useless."

"i'm just better!" kai cockily shrugs as he goes on to play a piece full with scales and octaves like it's nothing.

"don't act like you're superior... you just have an advantage of having longer fingers." you look back up at him, sneering.

"wanna give me attitude? well i bet you can't even finger yourself and make it feel good. are your measly fingers shaking already?" kai laughs teasingly, and he's coming back at you with the humor of a 14 year old developing teen.

he's sounding really fucking cocky right now, but even that stupid comment had a tinge of degradation in it and damn... it was kinda hot. no, really hot.

"okay, you help then! yapping as if you can make me feel better, i doubt it." you snap back at him, trying to ignore the heat on your cheeks returning back once again.

"you doubt it? do i have to prove it to you?" kai responds, and you go quiet immediately.

"well?" you sweep imaginary dirt off of your pants as you hurry to walk out of that room. "think about it then." you nervously snap back as a last attempt to return the attitude.

in a blink of an eye, you're gone from the scene, leaving kai in his room, barely processing what just happened, upper teeth digging into his lower lip as your last few words ring in his head. "what do you mean think about it....?" he murmurs.

you probably forgot about that conversation as you woke up, because it didn't occur to you that in the midst of scrolling on tiktok, you'd receive a notification from kai, asking you to go over to his room when he could just come out and ask you. despite the suspicion of it all, you drag yourself from the sofa to his room. what could he possibly want from you at 2pm in the afternoon? you swear if he's going to tell you some stupid ass dad joke you'll actually eat him alive.

"whatcha want?" you enter his room, the coldness of his air conditioned room immediately slamming you in the face, feeling like you're suddenly in antarctica.

kai puts down his headphones and his gaze follows you the more you walk. you look at him, a mix of a concerned and disturbed expression.

"whaaattt?" you giggle.

"about... that thing you said yesterday..." kai hesitantly says as he stands up from his chair, and onto his bed. he taps a spot next to him, indicating for you to sit.

you put down your phone next to his headphones on the table and sit down, clearly confused. "yeah, what about it?"

"i thought about it for a bit after you left. i mean ... if you're being serious...?" kai tries approaching the topic, trying to sound the least like a pervert as possible.

"oh—um," you gulp, and he's on the verge of spitting out apologies for ever bringing it up.

"no, well, uh, i don't see a problem?" you start to rethink your life choices; are you really going to let your boy best friend of years to finger you? just to prove a stupid point in a childish argument?

"i do wanna prove to you, wanna... show you that i'm actually good." he hesitantly blurts out.

"you've never tried, have you?" you laughed at his confidence.

"might sound weird as hell, but i've been watching porn solely for the purpose of knowing how to finger someone. it was supposed to be a stupid joke between my homies, but i think i'm really not that bad. well, i never know until i try, and yesterday when you said that... um, i thought of it as the perfect opportunity. i really do want to make you feel good and prove you wrong." kai rambles, muttering in between his words like a shameful perv.

"calm down," you reassured him. "show me what you've learned."

with a grin, he positions himself to sit on the bed against a wall and invites you to sit in between his legs.

you don't hesitate to do so; sliding your loose dolphin shorts off of you and sitting against him in a way that your back presses against his chest and your legs rest comfortably spread onto his. your hips are tilted so that your clothed pussy is exposed to the cold air of his room.

looking up at him as you fondle with your clothed tits gently, you could see the want in his eyes and his hands would travel to hold your waist from behind and up, under your shirt to grasp at your braless breasts. his bigger hands cupping your breasts really do feel different and way more warm and arousing. his eyes roll back as he flicks his calloused fingers over your delicate buds.

"they're so nice..." kai pants, and you feel an obnoxious bulge grow hard against your plush ass.

"damn, i can feel you already." you subtly grind against him and his lips slightly part to take in a breath that was caught up in his throat once he felt you move against him.

"how do you expect me to not be hard?" kai giggles and his hands start traveling up towards your face to cup it. he lifts your head to twist slightly in his direction, and he kisses you. you can taste the minty gum he always has a habit of chewing every second of the day.

"you're seriously chewing gum at this moment? typical kai .." you scoff and peck at his lips before grabbing his hand towards your core.

his hands move by themselves to start rubbing you over the thin cloth, and you've already soaked his fingers with your slick.

"complaining that i'm hard already but you're already this soaked? i haven't done anything yet..." he rubs you harder, and you squirm beneath him. you can feel his grin against your head.

"w-wasn't complaining, mm.." your back arches away from his chest and your nipples perk up so visibly over that baggy shirt. the sight alone makes him so worked up, he's always had a thing for your plush tits, ass, tummy, everything.

he pushes your panties aside to expose you raw to the cold air and you jolt slightly at that.

"my god, you're drenched. so fucking soaked, more than i thought you were." kai coos as he spreads your slick all over your pussy, applying the perfect amount of pressure on your clit for you to be throwing your head back onto his shoulder as your jaw drops slightly agape.

"don't talk like that, gonna make me wetter." you mutter out, so soft and needy it's almost impossible not to miss. but kai catches it, and he only chuckles under his breath, vibrations traveling through the top of your head, resonating throughout you.

kai plays around with the slick on your pussy, enjoying the moist sounds that it creates as he swirls it and taps it against your folds, almost forgetting that you're almost on the verge of cumming at this point from how he's just flicking around.

"gonna cum, please, let me cum. i've been throbbing since you touched my tits, p-please?" you beg. but kai shows no mercy, and immediately without warning—

"fuck!" you yelp, his middle finger now entirely up you as kai chuckles, unnerved. his single finger feels like two of yours.

"hold it for a bit, can you?" kai lowers his gaze at yours when you look up at him, teary-eyed.

you clutch at his thighs in response.

he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. "you're so worked up over my single finger, what if i insert another?"

"no, a-am not,," you deny.

"oh?" kai sneaks another finger up you, filling you completely. "you're so fucking tight, it's cute. so wet and you still manage to be so tight." he whispers, and you whine under him.

you were never ready for when he would thrust in and out of you at an increasing pace, and god knows what you were going to do when he curls both his fingers deep inside you. but oh, he does.

he kisses you on the crown of your head, curling his fingers to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, pulling a cry from your lips as lewd sounds begin to fill the air; loud and wet. his lips capture yours in a kiss as you grasp his other hand, guiding his fingers back where you want them — under your shirt.

"fuck, oh my god,, k-kai.. you..." you murmur uncontrollably as you grip on his thigh with strength you never knew you had.

"oh yeah? am i not better? then why are you squirming against me and moaning my name so loudly? why are your nails digging into my thighs? clenching around me like you don't want me to let go," he teases, his chin resting on the crown of your head, looking down at you with a grin. "huh? huh? fuck, doesn't it feel better? say it!" the pad of his fingers grasp on your breasts as he finger fucks you with speed that feel like the speed of light. you're so dazed in the head you feel high and you don't even know if you're saying the correct words.

"mmfff—fuck, better, better, hnggg~!" your eyebrows furrow as your hips jitter uncontrollably, clit so swollen it's dizzying. you feel intoxicated and your brain is barely processing your surroundings anymore, but as you reach your high, you can't even address that you're going to cum, the only indicator is of your moans becoming louder and breaking more and more.

"what's better? say it properly, hm?" kai continues to tease as his fingers curl up into your gummy walls at indescribable speeds, fingers so skilled you feel like you just passed out.

"you're, aaah—hhngg~ c-can't, say anything,, fuck, fuck—!" you're not even aware of what's rolling off of your tongue anymore. maybe barely, but all your consciousness is probably clouded somewhere above your head. eyes rolling so far back your skull that you start to see stars.

then, it fades white — and you can feel yourself release all over kai's poor fingers and poor bedsheets that will probably smell obnoxiously like you afterwards.

it feels as if your heart is pumping 200 beats per minute and as you come back to your senses, you can feel kai pampering you with kisses all over your head and his signature comforting tummy rubs as he pulls back your panties in its place. the deafening white noise inside your head starts to tone down and it fades to kai, showering you in praises and reassuring words, telling you you did such a good job and so on.

“what a pretty girl… such a good girl for me, handling all this so perfectly.” kai returns to his usual comforting and soft tone.

“i'll finally admit.. you made me feel better than any time i've ever played with myself.” you sigh in defeat, and kai smiles.

“though, that boner beneath me never went away huh?” you turn back, and kai's grin changes almost instantly into a needy one.

“well, if that's the case, i think i deserve your help.” kai states.

“i think so too.” you giggle as you get up from your position to face his achingly hard boner.

the rest of the day was like no other, and at the end of the day… both of you are confident that kai is significantly better at playing the piano than you are. and better at fingering you, obviously.

[tetsuskei]

dew mornings and the bond of eternity – tartaglia [nsfw]

synopsis: your angel of a boyfriend makes sure that you know just how well loved you are

notes: for my favorite harbinger, idk what this is but breaking my fic virginity for him with this :]

warnings: fem!reader, reader is insecure, russian pet names, mating press, childe has a foul mouth, biting and marking, slight possession, praise, childe is called by his real name, slight oral fixation, implied oral (female receiving), he is extremely lovesick

you never learned to what extent someone could go when being attentive and observant until you met your boyfriend.

you hate how ajax is able to notice the slightest changes in your mood. you would say he knows you like the back of his hand, but it’s something more than that. almost like the two of you are fused at the souls. bonded for eternity.

so in the dew morning hours when you’re just a little bit quieter, a little more somber as he makes you both breakfast on one of his rare days off, he’s able to notice right away.

he notices your eyes don’t quite catch his own as he jokes about some silly thing one of his siblings did weeks ago, how your smile falters instead of shining bright the way that he loves to see, how you pick at your fingers and gnaw on your lip in thought.

“ptichka?” he hovers over you, taking your face in his hands and pulling you from your thoughts. his cerulean eyes scan you thoroughly. “did you not sleep well?”

“it’s nothing, it was just a silly little dream.” you wave off, smiling weakly. not a lie, technically.

ajax clicks his tongue. stubbornly, he leans into you, the smell of pine and mint following him. “it can’t be silly if it has you upset like this and you’re losing sleep.”

there is no way of lying to ajax. you know this well. he’s a big brother to three siblings, and he’s too good of a detective to be deceived. but that’s to be expected of a harbinger.

after a long, apprehensive pause, you sigh.

“…i had a dream that you cheated on me.” you confess, lowering your gaze to the floor. “and that you left me for someone better.”

it’s stupid. absolutely and utterly ridiculous. ajax has shown you enough love to spill over into your next life. and the next one after that. you could die and come back a thousand times, and there’d still be traces of him left on you. so to tell him this brings you great shame.

the question is, what caused the dream? guilt? shame? maybe you feel he does so much for you, that you’re lacking as a partner. that you could do better.

you wait silently for him to yell, for some sort of outburst to come. but you’re only met with surprise when you feel his hand on your chin.

“can you please look at me?” his voice is soft, and eyes softer as he finally is able to make eye contact with you. he’s so gentle. warm. he only looks at you with love and patience. “thank you, lisichka.”

“i may not have done anything wrong, and i would never cheat—“ he continues with a stern expression, “but i still need you to understand where my feelings lie with you.”

you start to shake your head, “i already know, ‘jax, you have never made me feel like i need to doubt you. i know how much you love me. i promise. i have no idea why i had the dream…but it just made me sad when i woke up.”

you don’t mean to lie about your hidden insecurities, but it’s not a conversation you want to have at the moment. you’d rather just enjoy the time you have currently with your boyfriend peacefully.

luckily, ajax overlooks your fib. he hums, kissing your temple, “how about after we eat, i run us a bath? and we do one of those face masks that you like? something to decompress.”

and for the first time today you smile and agree.

unfortunately it appears ajax is taking your earlier sentiments much more seriously than you thought.

as all dreams and nightmares are short term memory, you long forgot about what it was that made you upset, back to your usual self after the bath.

ajax swaddled you up in a clean towel, and just like he said, did face masks with you. it always makes you giggle seeing your boyfriend using one of your spa headbands to push his hair back. soon both your faces were shiny and clean. refreshed and replenished, you felt brand new.

but little did you know you were now in the jaws of a shark.

you didn’t make it to the bedroom. well, you did, but you didn’t pick up on the ginger’s ulterior motive the minute he kissed your cheek as you sat on the bathroom counter. he carried you to the bedroom, and that’s where it all fell apart.

“‘j-jax—“ you hiccup, gripping tightly onto his bicep. your figure is trembling against his, skin damp with sweat and glued impossibly closer to his.

so much for the bath.

“s-slow down…”

your boyfriend has been at it for awhile now, pummeling your poor insides with his fat cock over and over. the room reeks with the smell of sex, wet sounds imprinted into your mind. you can never forget just how great he makes you feel.

“no,” he huffs, fingers digging into your hips, “you’re not leaving this bed until i’m sure of it.”

confusion resides in you. what exactly is ‘it’?

he’s already worshipped you plenty with just his fingers and tongue. but you don’t dare challenge the primal look in his eyes. he’s absolutely greedy, not even letting you move to take care of him in return in anyway.

you yelp once feeling your lover’s teeth nip into your skin. his tongue laves over the offended area before he kisses the skin.

“how could i find someone better, when there’s not a single person more beautiful or amazing than you?” he pants, pulling away to look at you. his thumb traces your cheek tenderly and his cobalt eyes are trained on your fucked out expression.

“especially when your pussy feels this good? that’s just a bonus.” he rambles, groaning. his hips knock into yours more harshly and you wail.

“you’d have to kill me to separate us.” he admits darkly, but something tells you that even death wouldn’t stop him.

“‘dun want that, want you forever.” you say, clinging impossibly tighter to him.

ajax coos, kissing your nose, “and you have me. because you’re enough. you always will be. you’re perfect.”

his answer satisfies you and you’re kissing him again, nearly having tears permeate at the ducts of your eyes.

he laughs, grinning against you mouth, “milaya, you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

“i-i” your words still fail to completely return to you but you nod rapidly.

understanding, he taps your bottom lip.

“open,” he commands.

falling in line, ajax pushes his fingers in your mouth. you feel your face heat up from how you taste yourself on him.

“good girl,” he praises, “always so sweet for me, hmm?”

you’re drooling on him, nodding and humming around his fingers with a hazy look in your eyes.

there’s a certain light in his own eyes that only appears when he’s with you, and with the way he is looking at you with complete adoration, you feel absolutely special.

“oh, look how much you’re quivering, you’re almost there. come on.” your boyfriend studies your movements, fucking you with slower, deeper thrusts.

the breath from your lungs nearly escapes you, and you feel a burning feeling in your chest. you’re creaming so much on him that it’s impossible not to hear the lewd noises coming from between your legs.

every sound seems to drive the ginger crazier. “one more, just one more for me, angel and i’ll let you be.” he coaxes, fingers moving again.

“i’m…i’m tired.” you sniff.

“i know, but you look so pretty when you cum. just one more? pretty please? can’t get over how you look. so beautiful…”

his constant praise is enough to make you cum once more, so hard that it blinds you. your mouth falls open in silent awe.

ajax groans, watching you come undone and hissing at the way you’re clamping up on his cock. it should be a crime how good you feel, because he could ever get enough of it.

there’s only a moment before he remembers he still needs to cum, and then he’s pawing and begging.

“fuck, let me cum in you…please…” his face is buried in your neck and a small whimper escapes him once he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together.

he’s shivering and hot, and his cock is extremely sensitive. every drag of himself against your walls drives him insane. he’s dizzy, nearly delirious with how much he’s holding back.

“wanna fill you up so badly, please lisichka.” he continues, pressing searing kisses to your shoulder. “want you leaking with all of my cum…want all of it in you.”

you don’t think he’s looking at you while he babbles and pleads to breed you, and you shiver at how predatory he looks at your lower abdomen. you lock your legs tighter around him, ignoring the overstimulation creeping up in you.

“yes, ajax. please. w-want all your cum. want you to fill me up!” you whine, a sound that makes his heart and cock swell all at the same time.

your next words startle him even further.

“i love you.”

and he snaps.

“hah—ah, fuck!” ajax curses, hips stuttering in their pace. he groans loudly, feeling himself spill into you. there’s spots in his vision from how hard he’s cumming and he wonders if this is what celestia is.

you gasp, jerking when warmth spreads throughout all of you. you can feel the throbbing of your boyfriends cock and his heavy load.

coming down from both of your highs, the two of you laugh.

“you surprise me every time.” you tease quietly, eyeing a bite mark on your thigh.

the ginger looks bashful, hiding his face in your shoulder. “sorry…didn’t mean to be so rough…”

“if i wanted you to stop at anytime, i would’ve told you.” you reassure, petting his head.

he plants a kiss on your skin. “good. and for the record, i love you too.” he murmurs. “feel better?”

“i felt better after the delicious breakfast you made, but you took it a couple of steps further like you always do.” you giggle, leaning into his chest.

ajax grins, kissing the crown of your head, “well, i could tell something else was on your mind, but you weren’t telling me.”

“you know me way too well. it’s terrifying.”

he puffs his chest out, “what can i say? i can and will only provide the absolute best for you.”

“i don’t like leaving you alone for as long as i do…i will try to get them to let me take work closer to home.” he adds, playing with your fingers.

and the beam on your face is all worth it. “really?”

“really. i’m not around a lot for you to do things for me, and i get why you may feel that you need to be better. but i adore you just how you are. i’m sorry for not being more present.”

“it’s okay, i understand.” you hum, kissing his chin.

ajax hums with appreciation before leaning down and chasing your lips, hungrily wanting to taste you all over again.

his demanding presence has you melting into him as you mesh together, tongues locking to consume the taste of yourselves.

suddenly he’s dragging you by the hips to the edge of the bed.

“w-what are you—“

“m’not done with you. far from it.” you barely can form another question before ajax is sliding back into you. a crude squelch follows.

the harbinger kisses your bare ring finger. “say, i think we should elope. what do you think about starting a family?”

key: ptichka = ‘little bird’, lisichka = ‘little fox’, milaya = ‘my dear’

[pseudowho]

Surely mister perfect dad-husband-lover Nanami babywears? I could see him in a big woven wrap, maybe one in the same pattern as his tie?

And once the baby is a toddler, tossing them on his back while they run errands about town?

Bonus: would Higuruma? I haven’t read the manga so I only really know of him and his traits via fandom…

Nanami Kento: He absolutely babywears 👏👏 I think he'd be into the reliability of a structured carrier myself, but would absolutely fall apart if Mrs.Nanami has one made with a bespoke, tie-matching pattern.

I think he'd also have a meticulously organised baby bag with snacks, outfit changes, medicine, etc. Truly, a prepared king. He finds it uniquely frustrating that most baby-change rooms are in women's only bathrooms.

I think he'd have a back carrier for a toddler, but he'd encourage them to walk as much as he could, wearing the carrier just in case. They'd get thrown on his back when he needs to carry stuff though. He'd check they're awake back there by doing the Reach Back and Offer Snack technique...if a little hand comes out to take the snack, they're awake 😌

He'd be talking to people while babywearing, his usual low, stern voice, and would randomly interject every now and then with his sweet dad voice to include the baby: "...so we intercepted the Curse on the second floor, and Ino managed to take it out. But you don't need to know about that, do you, sweetheart? No, nooooo. No scary monsters here, no there aren't..."

Talk too loudly by him while the baby's asleep on him, and you'll be met with a death glare, and a single, raised finger in threat; Mr.Nanami Kento, who can excuse murder, but draws the line at disturbing naps.

Higuruma Hiromi: While I HC Higuruma as child free by choice (I have written just one fic of Dad!Higuruma), I think he'd absolutely babywear through practicality, the guy's too busy to push a buggy. If he has to use a buggy one day, I picture him jogging this baby to daycare (because he's running late) while pushing this buggy. He drops his baby off, gives him a big kiss and hair ruffle...then runs back, because the baby's been holding onto his case notes for him, and he forgot them.

That baby would be his confidante; Higuruma would share case details and ask his baby's opinion ("...so the prosecution, think they've got the evidence they need, but they're clowns. They're clowns, aren't they? Aren't they darling? Yes they are..."), go to client meetings with the baby ("Look...I believe you, but my kid doesn't look convinced. Maybe try something more like..."), and use his baby as an excuse ("Ahhh I'm sorry, I can't make that client lunch actually? Why? Oh, me and my baby hate you I haven't got childcare for the afternoon, today.")

Higuruma's a big oral fixation guy, and a fidgeter (pen chewer, gavel twizzler, tie loosening...) and assumes his baby is too, so has a baby fiddle-clip for when he's babywearing (he likes a wrap sling-- he knows it looks sloppy, but he's a dexterous king and can tie one in 10 seconds flat). He may or may not have had a bespoke fiddle/teething clip made, with a little rubberised gavel on it for chewing.

He's one of those dads who feels sleepy when a baby naps on him. You'd find him, slumped back in his office chair, with a baby napping on his chest, while Hiromi snores away, head back and exhausted, a pen and paperwork still in his hand.

Mr.Haitch is a keen babywearer. I'm very into Strong Man Wears Baby as a thing 💀

-- Haitch xxx

[luvrxbunny]

black oak

Pairing: Perv?BSF!Eddie Munson x Innocent!Fem!Reader 

Prompt: Voyeurism

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed ofc),m! masturbation, f! masturbation, pillow humping, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.6k

A/N: im cutting it so close w these fics (i made this literally yesterday)

This started happening more recently now that you’re hanging out with Eddie more. You hang out with him after school and he walks you home, but whenever he leaves there's a consuming heat between your legs. It’s more tame when you’re with him, like a subtle hum in the back of your mind but once he leaves you; your mind hyper-fixates on him. 

You’re trying to sleep but Eddie is in your head. You writhe around in your bed as you think about everything he is; brave, kind, caring, and sweet. You think about his hands, his hair, his rings, and his voice. You wiggle around in bed until your pillow makes its way between your thighs. Your hips stutter against it and you freeze, looking around the room as if someone may be watching you before letting yourself succumb to the pleasure of the fabric against your slit.

You tighten your thighs around the pillow, tilting your hips up to press your most sensitive spot against the pillow. You mutter timid curses under your breath, hugging your teddy bear to your chest with your eyes shut tight as you picture his face reluctantly. You always feel so dirty picturing him like this, thinking of him in this way. You can’t help but replay all the times you’ve seen him lick his lips, his pink, wet, tongue peeking from between them, the way he bites into the bottom one when trying to nail a certain chord. You can feel yourself getting even wetter between your legs, whining as you soak your pillow. It’s not enough. 

You whine as you push yourself into a sitting position, straddling the pillow with a curve in your back to press yourself perfectly into it. Your head falls back at the stimulation and your eyelids flutter, you slowly roll your head forward and notice your drapes and window slightly open. You consider closing them, not wanting anyone to see, to hear but you feel a certain rush in your stomach at the exposure and shyly decide to leave them be. 

Outside your window, is Eddie. He does this almost every night, this is the first time he’s seen this though. He walks you home after you hang out with him, and if the hangout has left something to be desired he simply climbs into his tree and watches you. There is this beautiful black oak tree that sits outside your window. If Eddie wanted more of you, but couldn’t hang out with you more- due to your very strict parent’s ruling- he suffered silently. He asked you if you could stay longer one time; the sad look in your eyes as you explained how upset your parents would be, broke his heart, so he never asked again. 

However, when you showed him the pretty tree beside your bedroom, right outside your bedroom window- there was only one thought in his head. So it became a routine, if he didn’t have plans, and remembered to bring a lighter with his joint. He’ll light up and just sit on his branch outside your window. He usually witnesses you doing your school work, writing in your diary, and talking with your stuffed animals. If he’s lucky you’ll change your clothes there, although the way you change actually lets him see nothing. Tonight? He can’t believe his eyes.

His joint has long gone out, still in between his fingers as the bulge grows in his pants and his eyes bulge out at you. He’s fighting an internal battle, his hands are twitching to touch himself but he feels guilty intruding on such a private moment. He’s thought about you in this way before- he tries not to but mostly just cannot help himself. You’re so sweet, so caring toward him, so loving that he can’t help but feel this way for you. When you sit on his bed in your skirt, forgetting to tuck it under your butt- your panties pressed right into his bed… he’s hard in an instant. He’s thought of you while jerking off more times than he could count but in all his creativity he could’ve never imagined himself in a scenario as lucky as this. 

He quickly puts the joint in his pocket and fumbles with his pants. He’s whining to no one as he undoes his belt. “Keep goin’, sweetheart. Ooh, so good, baby.” He shoves his hand into his underwear, quickly wrapping his fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you. He’s already thrusting his hips into his fist as he watches you reach blindly for something to hug into your chest as your hips speed up. Eddie’s hand kicks up to match your pace and a moan rips itself from his throat. He watches you bite into your lip and your eyebrows twitch before you mutter something he wishes he could hear. 

He zeros in on your hips, the way they move over your pillow, how desperately he wishes that was him. He pulls his hand away from his cock with a groan and rubs himself through his jeans. It’s less stimulating but it lets him pretend that it’s you and that makes it feel better than his hands ever could. His eyes roll back into his head as his hands find the same rhythm as your hips and he moans your name into the night air. He’s not worried about being caught, he can only think of you. He forces his eyes open to watch as your hips begin to stutter in their pace. He lets out a pained moan, wishing he could help you keep it steady, help you cum as fast, and as hard as you could. 

You’re muttering something again, your volume climbing as you near your peak. Eddie’s legs are shaking as he holds off for you, wanting to cum at the same time. He watches you drop your teddy and place your hands on the pillow, holding it in place as you furrow your brows and grind harder, humping your pillow as your lips part into an ‘O’ shape. His stomach tenses painfully as he moans your name to no one, under his breath, just for him as he imagines you above him. The utterance of your name from his lips just brings him closer to the edge as he begins to hear a muffled translation of what your moans sound like. He shuffles himself a bit closer to your window, trying to hear as much of you as he can. He hears you saying something, a name, one he prays is his because he couldn’t handle the heartbreak of hearing someone else’s fall from your lips at a time like this. 

He thinks about what you’d sound like saying his name as a moan, a groan, or even a whine or whimper if he’s lucky. He tries to fit his name into the blurry shape of whatever sound is falling from your mouth and it fits brutally well. He has to take his hands away, thrusting up into the air blindly, eyes rolled back and shut as your noises assault his senses. He can’t believe how well his name fits in your mouth, like your lips were made to form around it. “Eddie.” He can hear it, you’d say it high and breathy, on the cusp of cumming all over him, all around him, however you want. “Ed- Eddie” His eyes snap open to watch your lips as they form over his name again, “Eddie, please!” Your voice kicks up into a whine and your hips stutter to a stop as you fold over, shaking as you cum all over your pillow. 

Eddie is painting the inside of his jeans, his hips thrusting erratically into his hand as he bites his lip so hard he’s scared he’ll take a chunk out of it. Your name and images of you are racing through his head, they do every time he cums, he just can’t help it anymore. He thinks about how you said his name, how it sounded from your lips… the fact that you’re thinking of him when you hump your pillow at night. 

A strangled groan-whimper shoves its way from his chest as his balls tighten even more, producing as much cum as they can for you. His head slams back against the tree painfully and his eyes cross as he worships you in his mind, thanking you for making him cum, for letting him touch himself for you. His eyes open back up slowly, his hand overstimulating himself gently as you slowly overstimulate yourself, rocking your hips lazily over the pillow, your thighs twitching every so often. He watches you topple over onto your bed, leaving the pillow between your legs as you reach out for a different teddy, a smile spreading over your face when you find what you’re looking for. 

He’s watching you through lidded eyes, his hips still twitching slightly. His brows furrow until he sees what you’re after, his heart swells and warms his chest. It’s a teddy bear he won for you at a fair, he’s wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, you said he reminded you of Eddie. 

He feels that little tingle he gets in his nose he gets when he’s about to cry and he tries his best to hold back as he starts climbing out of the tree, he always turns into a sap when he cums for you. He’s always wishing you loved him the way he loves you but for the first time, these tears are more positive. He peeks up at you one more time before dropping out of the tree and he gets to see you kiss ‘little Eddie’ on his head and snuggle him to your chest. He’s starting to actually think he may have a chance with you, and it’s the best feeling in the world. 

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[repulsiveliquidation]

She's going to be okay.

[Ona Batlle x Reader] [ANGST] [La Princesa] [Royalty] [Angel in the House]

Mentions of miscarriages, death. Please do not read if you’re not comfortable. Really, it truly gets dark.

word count : 2.6k

“Hold on, mi amor. I’m right here, please hold on.”

BREAKING NEWS : World famous footballing couple Y/N L/N and Ona Batlle announce their pregnancy! Ona, taking a step back from football to focus on her pregnancy tells media that she is 9 weeks pregnant and the baby is doing well. Her wife Y/N says Ona’s decision to have the child was deeply pondered by both and says that “We are both excited to welcome our little one into the world, we both can’t wait to be parents. Ona will also be taking time away from football to focus on our family with full support from everyone at Barcelona.”

//

“Bonita, we’re going to be late!”

“Coming, just forgot my phone!”

You held both your kit bags while you waited by the door. Ona was scrambling to find her phone, you watched with amusement at her frantically searching for it.

“What–it was just here?!”

“Look at your right hand, beautiful.”

“Why–oh.”

You laughed and walked over to her, shoulders slumped in defeat. You kissed her forehead and took her hand, walking out of the house to your car. She got in the passenger side wordlessly as you put your bags in the back and got in the driver’s side. You sighed seeing her looking so down. You leaned over and kissed her head, reaching for her seatbelt and putting it on. “Safety first,” you whispered to her, pulling a smile from her. “There’s my girl.” You tell her as you pull your own seatbelt on, hand resting on her thigh as you drive to the training ground. 

It’s a wet day in Barcelona as you head into the changing room. You find your national teammates Lucy and Kiera whispering just outside the door, apparently planning something. “What are you two up to?” you ask them, both turning around and looking at you innocently. As vice-captain, you have a sense of control over the team, most people listening to Alexia and you with genuine admiration. Alexia is the stricter of the two, you’re who most will find leading the making fun of Alexia when she’s in captain mode. Ona laughs at their antics and walks straight into the changing room without you as you stand there and listen to the two of them explain their plan on pranking Alexia, who was currently in a meeting with Jonatan. You tell them to leave you out of it but yell “I want it on video!” before following Ona into the changing room.

She’s on the phone, expression unreadable. The rest of the girls turn quiet when you walk in, causing you to pull a face and become concerned. “Amor?” you say simply, Ona looking right into your eyes as she ends the call. “What’s wrong?” you ask her again, towering over her smaller frame.

“That was the fertility clinic.” She says quietly, Pina inhaling sharply which caused Patri to smack her arm.

“Baby, what did they say?”

“It worked.”

She says it so softly you didn’t hear her.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Mapi yells before you do, all the girls celebrating at the news. They hug and clap your back, cheering loudly at the news of a new member to the squad. Your ears drown them out, eyes fixated on the most beautiful person in the room.

Your wife. Now bearing your child.

You pull her into your arms, tears flowing down both your faces. She sobs into your chest as you kiss her head over and over again. “Thank you bebita, oh thank you!” you tell her, holding her wet face in your hands. You fall in love with her all over again, kissing her hard before your bubble is broken as the rest of the girls walk in from all the noise.

“What the hell has gotten into you all? What’s all the yelling for?” Alexia walks in, Lucy and Kiera in tow, prank abandoned.

“Y/N knocked Ona up!” yells Mapi (who else would) grabbing you by your shoulders and smiling proudly. Ingrid walked over and smacked Mapi on the head.

“I didn’t knock her up you moron, I only gave her the fertility shots. Technically the doctor did.” you tell everyone, Ona glued to your side.

“Congratulations to you both, you will be the best parents.” Alexia tells you, hugging you both tight.

“She knocked you up pretty good huh Ona, the doctor called you personally to tell you, must have been fun!” Mapi teases and before you could kill her, Ingrid gave her a look that shut her up so fast she quietly went back to putting her boots on as the whole team laughed at her.

Jonatan was thankfully still in his office as you both walked in. Hand in hand, you sat at his desk nervous before he looked up. “To what do I owe the pleasure, girls?” he asks kindly, smiling at the two of you.

“Do you remember the conversation we had a few months ago, Jonatan? About us wanting to start a family?”

“Sí. Is it good news?”

“Ona’s pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s great news girls. Congratulations. Ona, I’d like for our physicians to take good care of you while you’re pregnant. You’re in control here, whatever your course of action is from now on is up to you. My door is always open for you both. Now, you’ve both got the day off. Ona, if you’d like, I can set up an appointment with the doctors for you to have a full workup?”

“That would be perfect, Jonatan. Thank you for everything.”

//

2 months pregnant.

“Ona!”

The girls rush to the door when you and Ona walk in. She’s had a hard couple weeks with morning sickness and has been staying in bed most of the time when you leave for training. She’s finally had a morning where the baby hasn’t tried to nauseate her and she wanted to spend the day out with you. Training was at 10am so you both managed to squeeze in a quick breakfast together, walking onto the pitch with coffee for the girls as a treat. They take the drinks from you both, passing them around and noticing that you got each and every one of them their regular orders. “Now you can’t say I don’t spoil you all!” you quip, sipping your coffee while Ona chats with Pina holding her tea.

Alexia walks up to you, her coffee in hand as she watches Ona and the girls.

“How is she?”

“She’s alright. The morning sickness was bad yesterday, I think the baby is giving her a break today.”

“She’s glowing, you know.”

“That she is. She’s beautiful.”

//

5 months pregnant.

“Cariño? It’s time to wake up angel. We’ve got a doctor’s appointment in two hours.”

“Is it that time already?”

“Sí. Come on, I’ll make you breakfast too.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“You’re the mother of my child, you deserve the world and more.”

You both sit in the kitchen and enjoy breakfast while listening to the radio. She’s sitting in your lap, helping herself to your cereal. She had requested a bagel with literally half the tub of cream cheese but when she saw your bowl of cereal, her puppy eyes had earned her a swap. You learned quickly that a pregnant Ona was also a very hungry one (more than usual at least­) and you had also learnt quickly to order what you knew she wanted but didn’t order so that she could swap and eat yours instead. You didn’t mind, as long as she was happy, you were too.

“Mrs. Ona L/N? Doctor Johan will see you now.”

“Thank you.”

"De nada, third door on the right.”

“Good afternoon, how are we feeling today?”

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the doctor finishes all his questions and brings in the ultrasound machine. You’re sitting beside Ona holding her hand, softly rubbing the back of her knuckles as she listens to Dr. Johan. He lifts her shirt and spreads the cold gel along the bottom, ultrasound wand going over Ona’s now showing belly. You kiss her knuckles softly, looking up at her just as the beautiful sound of your child’s heartbeat fills the room. You’re both in tears, eyes locked on each other. You lean up and kiss her, smiling so wide your cheeks are beginning to hurt.

“Do we want to know the gender?” the doctor asks.

“Could we get it in an envelope? We’d like to find out together with our family.”

“Of course, you are both going to have a very healthy baby.”

//

6 months pregnant.

“Lucia, please don’t make me regret making you and Kiera in charge of the baby shower. If you fuck it up, Ona will slaughter me.”

“Don’t worry you worry wart. It’s going to be perfect.”

Ona was still getting ready, getting annoyed that most of her clothes didn’t fit anymore, only your jerseys did (she wasn’t complaining). Just as you had walked in, she threw off a pretty summer dress that you had got her while in Germany for a game three weeks ago.

“Hey angel, nothing’s taken your fancy?”

“Nada encaja, amor…” she whined, head in her hands as she stood in front of the full-length mirror. You walked up behind her, hugging her waist gently, hands framing her pretty belly. You perched your head on her shoulder, hands slowly coming up and pulling her own away from her face. You smiled when you made eye contact with her in the mirror, kissing her cheek softly.

“Why don’t you wear one of my jerseys? Maybe an old one we could glamour up?”

“You look so good in your outfit though, I don’t want to look underdressed.”

“Darling, you could show up wearing a fucking traffic cone and I’d say you were beautiful.”

“Hey, I told you. Don’t swear in front of El pequeño.”

“Sorry, pretty girl. I’ll grab one of my England shirts eh?”

“Go ahead. I hope you like sleeping on the couch though.”

//

“Where’s Mapi?”

“Ingrid, I swear if she is up to something–“

“You’re going to have to get in line, I’ll be sending her STRAIGHT to heaven if she pulls some shit–“

“Sorry, they almost forgot the ball with the right gender in there!” yells Mapi as she walks onto the patio with 5 identical footballs. Lucy had got you to wear your boots and to dress “comfortably enough to be able to kick!” The party was in Alexia’s backyard since it was the biggest, a goal set up as Mapi laid the balls out.

“You ready?” Ona asked you quietly, looking up at you with the happiest gaze you’ve seen on her face in a while. She had only had that look two other times, when you asked her out 5 years ago and when you got married.

“More than anything, my love.” You answer, leaning down and kissing her softly. She giggled nervously into the kiss, walking back to give you space. She hugged her mother, holding her brothers hand by her side as you stepped back to kick the first ball. You did, only white powder flying through the air. It happened three more times, Ona’s heart pounding in her chest, palms sweating from nervousness. Her brother gives her a reassuring squeeze, kissing the top of her head as you stepped back to kick the last ball. A cloud of pink filled the air, shouts of celebration followed soon after. You ran to Ona, picking her up and spinning her around gently. You kissed her hard, hands holding her belly gently. You knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach softly.

"Hola mi princesa".

//

3AM, 6 ½ months pregnant.

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong with the baby.”

“It’s probably just Braxton Hicks love, want me to give you a massage like last time?”

“Y/N, there’s blood.”

//

“They’re in Room 2202.”

“Thank you.”

There’s a knock on the hospital room door. Your head shoots up and you stand, walking to the door to open it. You look up and see the girls standing there before stepping out to join them in the hallway.

“What happened, hermosa?” Alexia asks, hand resting on your shoulder.

“We lost the baby.”

“How?”

“They don’t know. She woke up and felt wet between her legs and saw blood. She woke me and we rushed to the emergency room. They tried everything but she was already gone.” You broke down, having been a rock for Ona who was beside herself. She had just fallen asleep before the girls got there and you were on the verge of a breakdown when they knocked. Alexia catches you, all the girls hugging you tight as you fully start to mourn the loss of your child.

Minutes later you hear Ona calling for you, her voice weak and sad. You rush to her, having calmed down yourself. You sit back in the chair at her bedside, the girls slowly coming into her room to join you. The whole team mourned the loss of La Princesa.

//

BREAKING NEWS: Global football stars Y/N L/N and Ona Batlle have reportedly had a miscarriage after being seen leaving the hospital here in Barcelona. Ona did not appear to have a bump anymore, Y/N having to help her into the car as they were picked up by teammate and friend, Alexia Putellas.

//

The days pass bleakly as the two of you try to move on with life. Ona hasn’t left the bed in two weeks, having to force her to care for her needs with your help. You’re not doing any better, taking it upon yourself to care for your wife who clearly needs you more than you need yourself. She cries most of the time as you hold her, her sobs turn into dry heaving as her tear ducts have nothing left to give.

You hold her one night as you had made progress; she asked to watch some tv with dinner that Pina had sent over. The girls were the best teammates and second family you could ask for. They each took turns to come over and clean up, another group of them cooking and making sure the fridge was stocked. Jonatan had given the two of you as much time as you needed even handling a statement for the press as you both had requested privacy.

“I’m sorry,” she says one night, both of you cuddled in bed as sleep alluded you for another night in a row. Fresh tears prickled in the corner of her eyes; she was so tired of crying.

She didn’t need to tell you what she was referring to. She blamed herself, she blamed her useless athletic body for not being able to care for her child. Our child. You answered her with the same answer you had given her since the day it happened.

You kiss her softly. “It’s not your fault.”

“I don’t know why you’re still here.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else, my perfect girl.”

“I’m far from perfect right now.”

“Regardless of what happened, you’re still the most perfect girl to me. I love you so much, Ona.”

“I just wish I had been more careful.”

“There was no way we could have avoided it. It happens.”

“Why us? We tried so hard! WHY?!” She yelled, the first time since we lost the baby; she had punched your chest in frustration. You held her wrist and kissed her knuckles, easing her muscles.

“I don’t know my darling. I wish I had an answer for you, Mi Reina.”

Sighing, she says quietly, “I love you. Always.”

“I love you too, hermosa."

You both cried yourselves to sleep that night, bodies tangled together, hands holding onto each other, desperately clinging, afraid that the other would disappear. You both only had one thing in mind as you drifted off to sleep, “I don’t care if I’m not okay but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to get her to be.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

could u do a headcannon of monster trio + law walking in on u changing sfw and nsfw? 😰🙏

“𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦”

Ft: Law, Luffy, Sanji, Zoro

Black Fem Reader

CW: Established Relationships , Fingering, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Tiddy Succkkinnnn

Sanji

SFW

Him “Walking on you” wasn’t even an accident 😒

This little pervert was watching you the entire time.

When he knows you are about to take a shower or he knows you have to go change, not too long until he leaves the pot for dinner on low to follow you back to your shared room.

You’re not sure if he thinks you’re an idiot but from the shuffles of his feet and hearing his small groans and praises looking at your bare body stepping into the hot shower completely gives away that he stares at you.

You don’t mind it it’s just irritating when you ask him he turns around and LIES.

“I’d never watch you in your most private moments!”

He’s so full of shit his eyes should be brown.

So finally you caught him “slipping”, you were taking off your clothes and waited for him to creep his way inside the room and when he does open the door to see you dropping your panties down to your ankles his face goes red.

“Forgot something ?”

NSFW

You knew he was going to lie again, some sorry excuse as to why he was about to watch you so, moving yourself out of the panties that pool around your legs you approach him.

“I—-Sweetheart! I-I-I—“

“You was ganna watch me again huh.”

You don’t care to hear his denials instead you gently push him against the door and latch lips.

He’s breathing so harshly against you, his hands itching to just touch your naked body, but afraid you may get mad.

But of course you don’t, he’s your boyfriend he can touch you.

You place his hands under the cup of your butt, he takes it upon himself to grip your skin firmly before you flung your arms around his neck.

“Ji….” You moan feeling him get bolder with his movements, kissing and suckling your neck. Your tone said enough for him to pick you up and toss you on the fluffy bed.

“I’M sorry ! I didn’t hurt y—“

“Jiiiiiii…” You spread your legs, hushing his concerns as his eyes fixate on your damp cunt, You teasingly point at it before using those same fingers to open your lower lips to him.

He understood, it wouldn’t be the first for him.

Quickly wiping his nose from any blood threatening to fall he loosens his tie, and gets on the bed taking a long lick against your slit, spitting on your clit before attaching his lips to it.

Did that stop sanji from watching you get naked? No. If anything it encouraged it if he knew getting caught would lead to such amazing “consequences “.

Zoro

SFW

Very embarrassing.

He has seen you naked before but each time he still can’t handle it especially when it’s so sudden.

“PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!”

“YOU’RE IN MY ROOM?!”

He does it literally once a week and it’s to the point now that it feels like he does it on purpose.

And trust me. He doesn’t.

Out of panic sometimes he even throws his own shirt for you to put on before running out the room.

Zoro loves your body, he really does it’s just OVERWHELMING to him sometimes, your curves, pretty dark smooth skin, pretty natural hair, it was so much for him to take in seeing it all at once out of no where

NSFW

Today you knew Zoro was once again going to walk in on you getting dressed, so you purposely took your time, lathering up your pretty body in shea butter and your scented lotions, in the complete nude on your shared bed and just like clock work:

“AH FUCK! I’M! I’M SORRY!”

You laugh, seeing his eye shut as he tries to blindly back away and close the door but you get up and pull his arm, hugging it almost.

“Zooooo.” You tease looking at his red face. “Why do you always act like you never seen my body before?”

“Because!” He stammers as his face turns red, beyond embarrassed to see your slippery damp body rub against his, and being the man that he is, he felt himself get hard.

“Y-Y/N STOP! You cant—-!”

You shut him up with a kiss, smiling in satisfaction as you feel him softly groan against your mouth, his cold sweaty lip from his workout prior was so delicious on your tongue you swiped his bottom lip for access inside

Zoro was a man of self control. He swore he was

Until he met you.

Now he’s a weakened man, back against the door, fiddling with his belt while kissing you he reaches up to your breast and pull it up to his mouth.

“Fuck…” He mumbles against your sensitive nipple , his tongue swirling and poking at it before giving it a light tug.

“Zo…~” You moan out, fingers rubbing his scalp as you allowed him to fondle your breast.

You were pretty impressed on how quickly he folded against a few seconds of sloppy kissing

Zoro gave you a small scold after your afternoon in the sheets about needing to lock your door, but your roll your eyes at him as you laid on his bare chest in the bed. You don’t regret what you did. Not one bit

Not If that’s all it takes for Zoro to fuck you the way he did.

Luffy

SFW

Luffy wouldnt know privacy if you wrote it down to him on a piece of meat.

Just like Zoro, it’s clockwork with him. He been doing it to you ever since you came on the ship.

You known Luffy to not be a pervert, but since you both started dating you’re beginning to rethink that.

Everytime he walks jn on you he uses the reason to touch you more, hugs, kisses, rubs, etc and leaves and you don’t really think much of it in the moment but now you’re starting to see it as an excuse for him to be an actual pervert

He barges in you room right as you drop your towel and gives you a big ass smile.

“Luffy get out!”

“Why! I wanted to see you!”

Oh he was seeing you alright.

Instead of being a notmal human beging and walking away he instead approached you. Still with that same grin, but somehow you felt the mood switch once he shut your door with his back.

NSFW

Luffy does his typical hug and touch before leaving, but this hug lingers

his hands are rubbing all over your lower back so dangerously close to your ass

“You’re so wet.”

“W-what!?”

“Your body.” he pulls back with a smirk, “It’s wet. Are you wet all over too?”

“I took a shower Lu…remember i wanted you to take one with me.”

“Hm” was all he said, as his fingers were rubbing up and down your tummy, his eyes fixated on your bare pussy.

He had some thoughts seeing you like this, and Luffy being Luffy

Those intrusive thoughts won.

“L-Lu!”

He moves three fingers to your clit, not looking up with his head down leaning into your breast, he is in a trance watching your pussy being played with by him.

You almost stumble once he crawled his fingers inside you.

His fingers stretched a little more than needed, you throw your arms around him, mindlessly pulling him closer to smother him in your tits and he starts to giggle

“You like that?” Luffy asks softly holding you completely still. You nod and he takes it upon himself to place you and your back in the bed

“You like when I play with you like this?”

Already feeling your orgasm approach Luffy hovers over you, going at a faster pace with two fingers inside your wet hole, as his thumb rubs your clit “Then cum.”

He was moving at such a faster pace your eyes remained shut, and yet your could sense his little smile at you before he latched his warm lips on your cold erect nipple earning him a hiss.

Luffy didn’t know why but watching you cum was something so pretty, so indescribable, he loved seeing you like this.

He should have done this sooner, and he could have but

This time he only got this way because he was horny and didn’t know how to speak up.

Law

SFW

You wanted to trick him

Law has been pent up for weeks now and the last time he was like this all you needed to do was give him some pussy and he was fine and himself again

But he just didn’t

And it’s not like he wasn’t trying to tell you he wanted some alone time with you, his small touches in your thigh, kissing your longer than usual always was a warning signal that your stoic boyfriend wanted you, but he always pulled back for some reason

So today as you are fresh out the shower you call out his name and have him rush over to your room

“Y-Y/N!”

Similar to Zoro’s reaction he tries to close his eyes and back away

Hell even yell out “Room”!

But you quickly grab his arm to stop him

Nsfw

“Wait wait wait wait” You whine, His face so red already avoiding eye contact. “Stay….I need you.”

“For what you can put on your clothes on your own.”

“I know.” You nod up at him, to then move his face to look at you “But I would rather take your clothes off.”

Law freezes. Not knowing what to do next you peck the corner of his lips, YOUR signal that you want him and he tugs at his lower lip.

Damn you were tempting.

It wasn’t too long until you walked him backwards on your bed, playing with your breast as you watched him get undressed for you

Hovering over your body he hesitates to kiss you, barely pecking your lip. He was so cute nervous like this, you thought.

You take the initiative to kiss him passionately, pushing your tongue in his mouth your began to rub against his semi hard cock causing him to groan in your mouth.

“Can I..?” Law shyly asks as he pokes the tip against your slit

“Of course you can, baby.”

As you both share a small moan together, Law had to take a moment and lay on top of your entirely, head in your neck.

You smile hearing his content, rubbing his scruffy black hair , your kiss his ear.

“Feel better?”

“Not yet.” Law mumbled, “I’ll be completely better when i fuck you.”

[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, fwb with feelings

— General info: 18+, modern AU, one-shot, smut, fluff

— Summary: Everyone is suspicious that Eren Jaeger has a secret girlfriend or at least a new body. What they don’t know is that his secret affair is with you.

— Content warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, handjob, light bondage, femdom if you squint (Eren likes being tied up), role switch, mentions of drunken make out, vaginal fingering, mutual pining.

— Notes: I haven't written smut for Eren in a while, but here you go. Happy reading, bubs!

Links: Read on AO3 |  Masterlist

Or at least a secret person who's kept him from overwhelming you with his flirty attitude and incessant date proposals. The change in his demeanor was obvious from the start. Your friends noticed it right away.

Eren Jaeger has a secret girlfriend.

Overnight, he simply stopped trying to persuade you into going out with him.

If anything, this shift in dynamics brings peace to your group. Nobody has to put up with Eren's cringey pick-up lines and you seem more relaxed than ever now that Eren's off your back.

You've always made it clear to him that you just want to be friends, yet that's never stopped him from shamelessly insisting how great you'd be together if you just gave him a chance. But now that he's no longer waking his friends’ second-hand embarrassment by forcing them to watch him get rejected over and over again — they have to give you credit, you've remained incredibly patient — the only explanation is that he's spontaneously over his crush, or he's found someone else to fixate on.

Whichever the case is, he's awfully secretive about it. Nobody has met her and he hasn’t even mentioned a name. All they know is he has a goofy grin when the group splits at the end of your get-togethers and he rushes to his confidential rendezvous. But perhaps that's for the better. If he's not talking about it, then it means whichever poor girl he's lured in isn't a ploy to make you jealous.

As your weekly poker night comes to an end after everyone has come down from their weed-induced high — it's your turn to host — and everyone takes on a different task to tidy your living room, Eren is especially quick to wash glasses and finish off everyone's self-assigned duties so goodbyes can be bid sooner.

Everyone heads out the door and into their cars to drive back home.

Eren lingers in front of your house, as his hands fumble around his glove compartment long enough for his friends to disappear from view. With one last glance over his shoulder, he hurries back up the steps to your front door and eagerly knocks a coded beat.

When the door cracks open, you're looking up at him with a neutral expression.

“I think I forgot my lighter,” he grins.

With a roll of your eyes, you pull him inside by his shirt and shut the door.

A short while later, Eren's wrists are tied to the bed with a silk scarf and he does his best to resist the urge to thrust into your hand, as you jerk him off at the laziest pace you can manage. His torso is littered with the searing sensation left by your lips when you kissed down to his V line minutes earlier.

Eren's bare chest rises and falls heavily as he watches himself grow big enough that your thumb can no longer reach your fingertips.

A soft mewl leaves his lips when your thumb brushes over the head of his cock, the gentle friction sending a tickle up his spine and causing his nipples to harden.

“When can I tell our friends we're together?” he asks, admiring the black lace set that adorns your body. The thin straps of your thong disappear into the crease of your thighs as you rest on your calves before him. He hasn't pointed it out, afraid it might embarrass you if he did, but he's noticed you've gotten into wearing sexier pieces of lingerie as the weeks have gone by.

He didn't mind the plain cotton underwear from the first time you pulled him aside to tell him you'd give him one night and no more — pink bikini cut panties with a little bow at the front— but he's not complaining about your recent style evolution, either.

You raise a quizzical eyebrow.

Eren barely acknowledges your expression, but clarifies anyway in between shallow breaths.

“O-or… you know just t-tell them that we're sleeping together.”

Your lips tug into a smile.

“You want them to know you like being tied up and jerked off by me?”

An airy chuckle leaves Eren's lips as his head falls back against the pillow.

“Yeah… I kinda do,” he shyly admits, blinking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

After the first night you spent with Eren, when you drunkenly made out in his car and you let him finger you to an orgasm after poker at Armin's, you assumed he'd get bored and just move on. His tireless flirting always seemed like more of a joke with how juvenile he was about the matter.

Eren was known to be loyal to none else than the bachelor life, always having fun but never settling down. He went from to girl to guy, to girl again. He wasn't careless about it, but he wasn't one to get attached to his fleeting partners more than he should, either. You weren't a prude, but you learned long ago that sleeping with friends can be messy, which is why you spent months rejecting him countless times. Besides, you'd feel a bit hurt if he just saw you as one more person to conquer.

But one too many shots of tequila two months ago pushed you into a spiral of lust and hazy thinking. Suddenly, giving into Eren's advances didn't seem too bad. And considering you kissed him first, you could at least say you had some power over how you felt about it all. You wouldn't get attached, and you wouldn't expect more than you knew he could offer. It'd just be a friend helping a friend get off.

Only it didn't stop there. Eren stopped by your house the following morning to confess his feelings. It wasn't the first time Eren admitted to liking you, but it was the first time he was so earnest when pronouncing the words.

You remained skeptical. Even now, when he tries to get your opinion on revealing your relationship to your friends, you hesitate. Suddenly, you're oblivious to the pounding in your chest each time he flashes his boyish grin at you, or when he shudders under your touch and you have to hold back from viewing him through a romantic lense. Suddenly, you ignore the fact that he hasn't even talked to anyone else since that night in his car or that he's adamant about repeating how much he likes you each time he gently wipes you clean of his cum. Suddenly, you can't recall the lengthy periods you've spent browsing lingerie, thinking a little too hard about what Eren might like. Suddenly, you're clueless to the absurdly obvious that somewhere along the way, you've developed feelings for Eren and his have only gotten stronger.

“So?” he breathes, a lazy crooked smile plastered on his face.

Your hand pauses as you lean forward to kiss his cheek.

“You're cute,” you smile.

Eren blushes profusely as you pick up your movements, your hand more firm this time as it strokes his cock.

With your free hand, you unclasp your bra with agile movements, letting the delicate cups of black lace fall from your breasts and the straps to glide off your shoulders.

Eren bites back a whimper as his gaze wanders over your pert nipples.

“What was that?” you tease, giggling once Eren throws his head back like you knew he would. You soften your hold on his cock, which elicits another whimper from the helpless figure before you.

“You're getting meaner these days,” Eren mumbles as he returns his gaze to you. “Come on,” he begs, bucking his hips upwards to accentuate his pleading. “Touch me, please.”

A sigh of relief falls from his lips when your hand wraps around his length once more, your thumb brushing over his tip with a ghostly touch that has shivers running down his spine.

He connects with your gaze, refusing to peel his focus from you even when a particular stroke makes him hiss and his eyebrows upturn in pleasure. It's a matter of willpower, to not come undone before he even gets the chance to bury himself inside you.

His eyes shimmer at the image of you bending forward to trace your hardened nipples with his tip. Your nipple brushes with exquisite friction over the slit of his urethra. It sends a pleasant tingle through your chest and has him releasing shuddered breaths, breaking the dam of his mental prowess as warm cum bubbles and leaks from the tip, trailing down his length and pooling in the crevices between him and your hand.

There's no use in toughing it out anymore. You stroke him more fervently, kindly prolonging his high as he thrusts into your hand, his hips clumsy and his whimpers broken as he struggles with his restraints.

Your hand grows sticky as it slathers his release over his length, his cock still hard even after the last of the creamy white ropes finish spurting from his tip.

When you look up at him, he's got a lazy grin on his face and his eyes shimmer as they watch you adoringly. He'll never not be fascinated by how hard it is to hold back when it comes to you. But he tries his best, and it's earned you plenty of hours worth of fun.

You smile back as you press his hips against the mattress before straddling him. His breath hitches when he realizes you're preparing to lower yourself onto his cock.

Your fingers hook under your thong, tugging the fabric to the side as your free hand strokes him before he gets a chance to soften — as if that were possible; the man gets hard just by looking at you. Carefully, you line him up with your entrance and lower yourself in measured movements. Your brow furrows in concentration, your eyes closing as you replay a visual in your head of his length making its way inside you.

A pleasant burn comes from sinking onto him without much preparation beforehand, but the slick gathered between your folds from watching him writhe under your touch eases any discomfort.

“Easy, baby,” Eren murmurs, admiring the way his cock gradually stretches you open and disappears into you until you're flush against his pelvis.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips, your features softening once he's fully inside. It's been a while since you and Eren started exclusively sleeping with each other, and it only gets better each time he carves your insides to be his perfect fit. You've never felt so full, both physically and emotionally.

“Do all the people who've been on this bed get to spend the night?” you teasingly asked the first time he invited you to stay over at his place.

Eren smiled as he continued twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers, his chest still reflecting his heavy breaths as his efforts to make you cum twice that night caught up to his body.

“You're the first.”

You never expected Eren to be so tender. Even when you decided to explore new things together, there was always a moment where he'd just look at you and smile, infecting you with his amusement that ultimately ended with a shared laugh as you collapsed onto bed beside him, or further teasing which led to the most mind-blowing orgasms.

You stir your hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of him inside you. Eren can only admire from below as your hands fix themselves on his stomach and you start to grind against him.

A lazy crooked grin stretches across his face as he watches your brow furrow in concentration when you're finally comfortable enough to raise your hips and sink back onto him, grinding your clit onto his pelvic bone as you do. Your movements are sharp and measured as your arousal continues to build up and a series of pretty moans climb up your throat.

Your tits bounce to the beat of your skin slapping against his, offering Eren the most perfect view as he grows frustrated with the pink silk scarf that's keeping him from playing with the soft mounds.

“Eren,” you whine, short of breath and too clouded by lust to remember how to pronounce anything other than his name.

“Keep going… You're doing so fucking good, baby,” he breathes, and accentuates his words with upwards thrusts he makes to meet you halfway. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Your head rolls back, your eyes fluttering closed as you bite back the moan that's threatening to escape your lips.

Your hands fall onto his calves and you lean back, pulling his focus from your tits to the wet folds that swallow his cock, coating him with the glossy sheen of your arousal.

Eren continues thrusting up into you a few times, matching your rhythm and doing his best to ignore the pesky scarf that keeps him from reversing your roles and dominating you instead. You haven't reprimanded him for moving so he figures you could use a bit of help — you must be getting tired.

It's oddly fun to be tied to the bed as he grows more and more excited each time you lift your hips and your sloppy cunt is right in his line of view. It's incredibly satisfying for him to witness you fluttering around him, taking him so well as you only grow more needy, too. So he does his best to remain a good tool to help you get off.

Your forehead is lined with sweat, your features are contorted in a mix of concentration and pleasure, your thighs are growing heavier and yet you've never looked prettier in Eren's eyes.

No matter how glad he is just to watch you use him, it's a huge relief when you throw yourself forward with barely enough clarity to undo the knot on his wrists with one sharp tug of the silk fabric, and he can finally dig his fingers into your hips, picking up your slowing pace for a more fervent one.

The sound of slapping skin plays over and over again as you fall forward and bury your face into the crook of his neck, whimpering and exhaling nonsensical noises into his feverish skin as a reward for his patience.

His hands grope your ass, spreading your cheeks as he helps you meet his eager thrusts. Your nails dig into his shoulder and grip the sheets, the satisfying sensations between your legs too big for your body to carry as your breasts jostle against his chest in tandem with his relentless thrusts.

Eren's hand effortlessly wraps and tugs at your hair, forcing you to face him as you reach your high.

Sweet moans and whimpers fall from your parted lips, your half-lidded eyes looking down at him through a glossy haze.

“You're so pretty, baby. Come here and give me a kiss,” he coos, before pulling you by the back of your neck into a searing kiss that overwhelms your body further.

His tongue expertly glides inside your mouth, caressing yours and devouring each of your moans. The kiss is desperate and sloppy, with teeth crashing into each other in his futile attempts to bring you impossibly closer — as if thrusting himself into the deepest parts of you and shoving his tongue to the back of your throat isn't enough.

But it's no surprise. He's always been like this. At least, that's what you learned from day one of this secret arrangement. What you don't know is his desperation was awakened by just you.

Eren's no stranger to being a wildfire in bed, but it's different with you. His usual passion has been puppeteered by his heartstrings since the very first time two months ago. He's been a shameless flirt, it's true. But once you kissed him that night in his car, it was game over. He can still remember the frantic beat of his heart that stemmed from that very first taste of your lips. It still finds its way to him now, even when he eases his rough kiss for exhausted breaths that he releases over your open mouth.

Never before has he held so much eye contact with the person on top or below him, yet he finds a way to always have your face in his line of view to appreciate every little shift in your features. He loves the way your eyebrows knit together when you feel your orgasm coming in, and the way they soften with the washed over bliss of your high. He loves getting to clean you after and getting to hold you while you share pointless conversations as your exhaustion catches up to you — that's probably even better than the actual sex.

So as you cum around his cock and he fills you with hot ropes of white, he exhales a sweet ‘I love you’ against your lips.

Your body shivers and your legs weakly tremble as you climb off of him.

He pads to the bathroom, where he soaks a clean washcloth with warm water and comes back to find you fixing your hair on the bed.

His heart flutters as he goes through the usual motions of sitting beside you, tapping your thigh for you to spread your legs just enough for him to tenderly wipe his cum from the still sensitive spot at the center.

“What was that about?” you ask as you lean back into your hands, admiring his large hands gingerly pressing the washcloth where your thighs meet.

He glances at you briefly before smiling as he continues cleaning you.

“What do you mean?” he asks, still with that sly grin etched on his face.

Your face warms.

“Earlier, when you came,” you explain, circling around the exact words. “What you said… was that from the heat of the moment or something? Some new kink I should know about?”

An airy chuckle leaves his lips as he softly shakes his head.

“I wouldn't say that,” he murmurs. “Let's just leave it there. You can decide what to do with it later.”

You hum in response, trying your best to look composed as butterflies stir in your stomach.

You've spent the past two months being skeptical, but ignoring your blooming feelings is hard when Eren keeps surprising you with things like this. He's sweet and attentive, and cuddling in bed with random conversations is easily earning the first slot in your favorite things to do. You like brushing his hair from his face and burying your face in the crook of his neck. You like hearing him say sweet things and you like the duality of his actions in bed.

You can decide what to do with it later.

It'll be a while before you admit to the cause of the incessant pounding in your chest, but for now the feelings linger in the air as Eren pulls you under the covers with him and he presses a kiss into your hair.

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[chastiefoul]

hugging them out of nowhere.

fluff. only fluff. like, tooth-rotting fluff.

characters: xiao, ayato, zhongli, diluc, itto, kaeya, aether.

Xiao

His whole body tensed up, he thought something was wrong until he saw the playful smile on your lips. When you didn’t show any sign of letting go soon, he just sighed in fondness, awkwardly sneaking his arms around your waist. Eventually, as if realizing that it was much needed by the yaksha, he slowly nuzzled into your neck, resting his head there.

Would never admit it but he loves hugging you, so soft, so gentle, and so different from everything he’s used to dealing with.

Ayato

He had been buried in so many paper work, while it was never his intention to neglect you, you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. Yet since it’d seemed a tad selfish to say to him, you just quietly approach him and hugged him from behind, putting your head on his back. Ayato didn’t mind a single bit, he even hums a little acknowledging that your gesture was more than welcomed. After a few minutes of just resting your head there, he finally reached a point in his progress that he’s able to take a break. He turned around, and was quick to bring you to his chest, his softener scent fills up your nose, he put his arms around you and held you close.

It looked like he needed that hug as much as you did.

Zhongli

Zhongli always accepts any kind or form of affection you gave him, and this was no different. You had tackled him in a rather violent hug, but not too much that it’d hurt anybody. But also he is the god of rock, obviously a mere tumble won’t hurt him. “Careful dear, you might fall.” He chuckled at your enthusiasm, his hands already working wonders along your hair, rubbing a soothing gesture on your back. You couldn’t help but relax into the hug, feeling incredibly happy and so peaceful at the same time.

Anytime and anywhere, if you need him, he’ll be there.

Diluc

Man’s touch-starved, obviously don’t like to admit it. So when he had come home to the Winery barely stepping a foot inside and you’d already entrapped him with your embrace, he was only able to smile ever so softly. “Welcome home,” you said happily, kissing him below the eye. He was over the moon, which would be hard to figure out based on his expression if it wasn’t for the subtlest pink color painted his cheeks, and the completely love-struck gaze fixated on you.

You wouldn’t dare point it out though, as you’re sure you were looking at him the same exact way.

Itto

Saw your hug attack coming from miles away, before you could even touch him he had managed to capture you and spun you around happily without a care. Although he should be, considering he often forgot how strong he is. “Ahh! Itto put me down, put me down!!” You screamed, feeling the dizziness coming. “Hehe, sorry, sorry!” He said, the lack of remorse on his tone was clear as a day.

But of course you couldn’t stay mad at him for more than three seconds. “Itto my love, my world, my everything. I am begging for you to be mindful about your strength next time.” You didn’t even know why you said that, it did never worked and it probably won’t ever. Still, the sight of him being so excited about seeing you always sent a fuzzy feeling inside your chest. “Okay, anything for my sunshine!!!” He replied, back to hugging you so tight, you could not help but only sigh in utmost fondness.

Never change Itto, never change.

Kaeya

“Oh what is this, am I suddenly under attack?” Kaeya hums a playful reply, fully enjoying the hug you just gave him. You just giggled, he could almost feel he has melted because of the lovely laugh, which would not be a problem since he could just freeze himself right away again. He sneaked his hands and rested them just under your spine, swaying you both left and right gently, probably over a quiet tune he had on his mind. He had his eyes closed, this feels so right, so perfect.

Yeah, this is home. He thought.

Aether

Was taken aback at first, but quickly reciprocated on realizing that it’s you, just as enthusiastic. He was genuinely happy because of your touch, taking in the hug for another minute before showing a big smile and went to pepper your face with kisses, you laughed at the ticklish feather-light contacts. Aether literally had sparkles in his eyes watching you in delight. You brought him so much joy, it was evident on the way he was laughing along with you care-freely.

If Paimon did not know love before, I’d say she should have a good idea about it now after seeing you both.

[siriussslut]

hi! can i ask for something with marlene ? maybe that her roommate!reader has an obvious crush on her and marls knowing that decides to tease her (change her clothes in the middle of a room, purposely forget to take her towel to the shower etc.) and that leads up to them having sex? it's my first request ever and i decided to send it because i'm tired of seeing so little marauders era girls content:( let our girlies have their moment!!

yes oh my god!!! the girls are in desperate need of more content. i’m always down to write for them so please please please don’t hesitate to request stuff for them! anyways hope you enjoy <33

warnings: masturbating, fingering, & squirting

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you pause the movie right at the beginning, and go back to your phone as you wait for marlene. she’d gotten home only a few minutes ago after finishing work, and now she’s taking a quick shower before your movie night. tonight was marlene’s pick, and so you’re watching some horror movie.

the bathroom door creaks open and you look up, expecting to find her clean and ready, but she’s darting down the hall… naked. she’s quick, slipping into her room in less than a second, but you catch a quick glimpse of her.

she’s glistening and wet, drops of water sliding down her bare skin. “sorry, forgot my towel!” she says, rushing back to the bathroom.

your eyes fixate on the swell of her ass before the door shuts behind her, lock clicking. you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you try to remember every curve and dip of her body. you’d seen glimpses of her before, of course, being roommates, but never this much, never this exposed.

your hand slips under your pajama pants as you recall the quick flash of a breast, nipple hard and pointed. wetness pools between your fingers, pulse racing. just when you feel seconds before a release, the door clicks back open.

your hand flies away and you quickly wipe them dry on your clothes, leaving you aching. marlene grins. she’s wearing nothing but a towel, leaving her arms and legs are bare, but you want to see more. you look away.

“did you put the movie on?” she asks as the sound of something dropping to the floor rings in your ears.

“yep.” you glance at her and immediately falter. she’s changing. in the living room. her towel lays on the floor, as she pulls up her shorts, tits exposed and swinging slightly with the movement. you tear your gaze away, and look back at her face. something mischievous glints in her eyes.

you look away, eyes fixating on the blank screen. she shuts the lights and plops on the couch beside you, thankfully fully clothed. you try to ignore how good she smells as you press play on the remote.

you’re dying. you’re fucking dying. marlene is pressed against you, cuddling into you under a blanket. you can feel every crevice her body has to offer. her nipples poke into your side, driving you insane.

“you okay?” marlene asks innocently, glancing away from the movie.

you nod stiffly. “mhm.”

“you sure?” she leans forward, tits pressing even closer against you.

she moves her hand, resting it on your upper thigh. “i can help you if you want.”

“help me?”

she nods, inching her hand higher. “only if you want.”

after a frozen moment of shock, you jerkily nod. she breaks out into a grin and immediately straddles your thigh, fingers slipping into your underwear. she runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your slick.

“you’re so wet.” her voice is low and it sends tingles down your spine.

“can you fucking blame me?” you say, eyes fluttering shut as she begins to play with your pussy. she grinds against your thigh as she fingers you, releasing soft groans into your ear.

her fingers circle your clit, getting you even wetter. when you’re practically dripping she lowers her fingers, slipping one inside. “is this okay?” her voice is low and rough.

“m-mhm.” you say, throwing your head back as she thrusts inside of you.

you reach out for her as she continues, hand slipping under her shirt. your hand closes around her breast, fingers gently playing with her nipple.

she curls her finger inside of you, drawing a shaky moan from your lips. she thrusts deeper, still grinding against your thigh.

you feel a knot form in your stomach and before you can register what’s going on, you squirt into her palm, soaking your pants.

your face burns crimson, and you’re about to apologize, but she doesn’t seem to be upset. if anything, it turns her on further. she grinds faster against you, dampening the cloth of your pants.

she whimpers quietly as she comes, resting her head on the sweaty skin of your neck.

“was… was that good?” you ask after a moment of silence.

she smiles. “yeah. it was good.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 15

He's not (just) your boyfriend.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, smut, slightly Dom!Jungkook vibes, an IUD mention, slow fast slow sex, he left the window open oops, he cums on her tits, those piercings really got him devastated

Length: 1.1k Words

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“I still can’t believe you took them out.” He complains while kissing down your neck, hand warm on your skin. “Can’t believe I made you change them.” He huffs, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Kook it’s just piercings.” You try and pacify him, but he’s clearly not having any of it. “It’s cute that you still wear yours, though.” You admit to him, and he beams at that, proudly leaning back as if to show them off.

“Of course.” Your boyfriend responds. “After all we got them together for a reason.” He tells you, as if it should be obvious. You remember how you randomly brought up the topic over some fancy cake you both had gotten at the café- and how his brows had raised across from you, as he’d suggested getting them together then, if you were scared of going alone to the appointment.

You thought he’d been joking. But that day, you learned the important lesson of always expecting Jungkook to mean what he says, no matter how ridiculous it might sound like.

“What’s your fixation on my tits today?” You laugh as he keeps kissing and touching them, and he whines at that, looking at you with a face full of frustration.

“I haven’t seen them in forever!” He argues. “Feels like I have to introduce myself to them again, they probably forgot me already.!” Jungkook complains, and you can’t help but throw your head back into the pillows laughing.

“Jungkook they’re boobs!” You giggle, but he just raises his brows.

“Wrong, they’re your boobs, and I love everything about you.” He corrects you, before you tuck some of his hair behind his pierced ear.

“Well, can’t argue with that.” You shrug with a smile on your lips. “Wanna fuck them?” You wonder, and his eyes sparkle.

“Can I?” He asks in disbelief, and you nod, moving to sit up- but he pushes your shoulder back down into the bed. “No, I wanna fuck you first. Can I cum on them instead?” He wonders, and you nod.

“Just aim. You know I don’t like it when you get it on my face.” You pout, making him nod.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” he tells you, before he moves to push himself in- though he stops, freezes after not much more than the head of his length has been making its way inside you. “You still have your IDU right?” He asks you in shock, and you roll your eyes.

“First of all it’s IUD you nerd-” You whine, “-second of all that fight was not worth taking that thing out.” You explain to him, and he sighs, before he basically shoves himself into you, causing you to curse. “Fuck-” your legs wrap around his waist, his body built too perfect for them not to settle there, while your hands cling to his shoulders.

“Not much to say now huh?” He chuckles, keeping his pace slow but deep, bedframe protesting in quiet sounds as he rocks your body back and forth beneath him.

“Fuck you-” You laugh out of breath, and he can’t help but grin as well as he leans down to kiss your neck.

“Too bad, right now I’m busy fucking you.” He jokes, before he speeds up, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the bedroom you’re in, but only partially so- since the balcony window is still wide open, sounds of seagulls in the background creating an almost serene feeling for him.

This is exactly what he’d pictured. An expensive house, good food, extraordinary view, and your body connected to his in the most intimate of ways.

Your words are no longer making sense as he slows down, moves to kiss you instead, all open mouthed as if his goal is to devour your soul with every breath shared. His hands move to grab at the flesh of your thighs, one of his palms unable to be controlled as it smacks down harshly, earning a whimper from you as you clench around his cock pressed inside you. He’s no longer talking either, mind completely taken over by his own lust as he begins the chase again, hips snapping into you almost frantically as his end crawls near.

He doesn’t want it to be over yet- but then again, he also has more than half a week left to make up for all the intimacy you both didn’t manage to involve yourselves in like you normally do. And he’s already got ideas how to get himself back on top of the leaderboard of his app.

It used to be just for the two of you. But a few months ago, he uploaded and published it instead- making good money with it now, adding some even while you’re both clearly not thinking about it.

Your name falls slurred from your lips, and he knows you’re definitely close. Years of being together has given him the opportunity to learn about your body inside and out, your boyfriend now almost an expert at every little quirk you have. From what foods you like to the approximate dates your period might start-

He's got it all written down inside his head.

Because that’s also a way he loves you- it's not just mind-blowing sex like right now, where he makes your head empty out to replace all your thoughts with nothing but softness and the thought of him, it’s also the things he does for you, the way he cares about you. He’s much more than just your partner, someone you love, and he himself doesn’t even consider himself just your boyfriend.

He’s your soulmate. One and only. And he’ll make that very clear in the next few days to come.

But what has to come first is you- as he leans back to move his hand between your bodies, thumb pressing and circling over your clit to have you call out his name high pitched as your back arches, hands gripping the sheets as he continues to thrust into you for a good moment, before he pulls himself out with much struggle, own hand not having much issue to have him shoot his release onto your body-

Aimed well, just like you said he should, as the thick white ropes of his cum find their way onto your chest, groan escaping him as he makes sure to draw his orgasm out just as much as you clearly do yours, own hands between your legs chasing after any remnants of pleasure before you’re both left to catch your breaths.

It’s quiet for a moment, except some sounds outside, when your eyes suddenly open, face turning towards the opened balcony door.

“Wait, that was open the entire time?!” You ask dramatically- but all Jungkook really has for a reaction is the way he leans down to kiss your cheek.

“Yep.” He chirps, all soft in the head from the high he’s still coming down from. “And I sure hope they heard the way you yelled my name just now.”

[badnoahmens]

4am

Noah Sebastian x reader

A/N Do yourself a favour and watch this quick scene from the TV show ‘Dave’, it was the kind of thing I was going for, but just at a different time and place, and just less sad. Thanks!

4:07 am. The dim glow of the alarm clock illuminated the room just enough to make out silhouettes of the furniture. There was the low hum of the wind outside that was the soundtrack for this winter night. There was a chill in the air that made the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed seem almost impossible, but as you rolled to see the vacant spot next to you, you couldn’t help but wonder where Noah was.

Tentatively, you slip one foot, then another, from the cave of warmth you have created, and tip-toe lightly to the door that was slightly ajar. From around the corner you could see light, growing stronger the closer you walked down the hallway. As you turn the corner, you could hear a tune, being played repeatedly, over and over again. It would start, sometimes play for 10 or so seconds, before starting again. Each time it played there were slight changes to the pitch of a note, altered to best suit the melody being played.

A sigh escapes you as you know exactly what has happened. Once again, Noah, your boyfriend of 6 years, has allowed himself to be all-consumed by his music yet again, staying up until ungodly hours trying to perfect his craft. You step around the corner, seeing the profile of Noah, who looked like he was in a trance-state with eyes fixated on the screen, headphones adorned over his beanie with his hair poking out at the bottom. He was still dressed in the same clothes as the day before, a long-sleeve white t-shirt and a pair of black jogger pants, although now it looked like they were wearing him instead. He was slouched over, hands moving ever so slightly with the flick of the mouse or a stroke of the keyboard. Bags hung under his eyes, and his eyelids looked heavy. You could almost see the reflection of the screen and the colourful bars from Logic Pro X in his eyes, like he was hypnotised by it.

His hand raised and adjusted the headphones that were blocking out any sound other than his current project, long fingers grazing some of the buttons on the side and shifting them so they fit more comfortably. Without looking to his side, he reached over towards the door, closer towards you, as he hovered his hand in the air in search of what you assume was his guitar. You could see it, it’s long neck laying against the couch behind him. He still absentmindedly waved his hand trying to locate the guitar, but it also looked like he forgot what he was doing. His arm dropped with a slight thud to land on the desk next to him. When his arm retreated, he hung his head and rested it in one hand, the other slipping off the headphones and then joining to support his hidden face, now behind his palms, with elbows leaning on the desk and nudging the keyboard away from him.

You heard him huff, and decided you needed to step in, otherwise he would keep going until he dropped dead. With a very gentle step forward, you place a hand gently on his shoulder. He tilts his head up and you finally get to see his full face, and it was worse than you had thought. The poor man looked like the lights were out inside, but somehow he was just sleep-walking his way through this editing process. He hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in weeks, and this album was always on his mind. It made you wonder how it wasn’t making him go crazy, but then again, with what you saw in front of you, maybe he wasn’t far off. When he looked into your eyes he almost looked guilty, like he felt bad for what he was doing. You give him a small smile and walk closer, this time both hands snake their way around his chest as you stand behind him. You rest your chin on his shoulder and lean into him, and he does the same back to you. It was so comforting the way that he responded to your touch. Your hands interlocked over his shirt, and one of his hands came up to intertwine with yours. Still no words had been spoken, but you knew that he needed you there for just a moment.

“How is it sounding?” you ask, and he strains his neck to the side to look at you with a puzzled look on his face. You guess he was expecting you to be upset, or even mad at him, but how could you ever.

“Uh, I think this track is nearly done. I switched up some of the melody so now it has a panpipe, and have a listen to this harp track I put in…” his fingers flicked over the mouse again, and the colourful bars zipped past on the screen right back to the start of the song. He tapped the space bar, and leant back in his chair. As the tune began to play, you slipped around and sat atop his lap, swinging legs over the side of his chair and curling up onto his chest.

One of his hands held your back, and the other rested on top of your knees, tapping along with an imaginary click-track that you are sure was playing non-stop in his own mind.

It was a new song, one you hadn’t heard yet. You thought you had heard them all by this point, but this one took you by surprise. It was slower, more drawn out, and it took its time to build up and work through the first verse.

“I haven’t heard this one before” you whisper, as though not to interrupt the song playing.

“I only made it today,” Noah responded, a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry”.

“Did you really just apologise? For doing something you love? And maybe staying up a little late because you want it to be perfect?” you look at him with an eyebrow raised, hands knotted behind his neck.

“I’ve got an idea” he says, reaching over and grasping a second pair of headphones. He delicately places them on your head, tucking your hair back so that the headphones sit snugly. He picks up his own headphones again while skipping back to the beginning of the song. It starts delicately and quietly, and before the melody begins Noah starts speaking into his microphone.

“What if we add a little adlib to the start?” he spoke, and you saw the little bars indicating it was recording on the screen jump up and down.

You lean forward and reply, “what kind of thing are you thinking of?” It was a little startling hearing your own voice reverberated through the microphones, and you could pick up just the most subtle hint of a pitch corrector to make your voice sound more fluid.

“I don’t even know,” he said through a smile. His eyes were drooping, half closed and you could tell he had an idea but his brain wouldn’t let him process it.

“What if we just talk?” you say, starting to speak in a sing-songy voice. Noah starts the song again, and starts a new recording.

“You know that it’s 4am…. and you are here with me…” he spoke, elongating some words to match the tempo of the beat.

“No place I’d raaaath-er be” you sing, “but what is this soooong about?”

“Why don’t you fiiiind out,” Noah sings back. Somehow even in his state, at this hour, and even with just talking, he manages to hit perfect notes.

“Is it a haaaappy one?” you ask, still trying your best to not sound too forced, but when you were comparing yourself to Noah’s vocals, there wasn’t any chance of sounding good.

“It’s aaaabout us” he responded, “so it’s the best- song- I- have- done.” Drawing out the last part of his sentence, timing it perfectly with when the tune began to change.

You lean back into Noah’s chest, the headphones pushed against his chest distorting his shirt just enough so the tattoos on his chest were a little more exposed. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, almost nudging the band of the headphones with his nose.

As the two of you listen to the rest of the song, and you really started listening to the lyrics, you couldn’t help but smile and feel a warmth inside you grow beyond measure. It was a story being told, your story. The one of how you met, how Noah was so nervous to talk to you he actually avoided it. He had told you about this long after you started dating, and how he kicks himself now because of it. The story continues, describing his perspective of when you started spending more time together. He talks about the thoughts in his head, the doubts he believed, thinking he wasn’t good enough for you. There was even mention of the time where he let those thoughts win and you had to convince him otherwise.

It was a raw and rare insight into his mind, and what a beautiful and scary place it must be. Knowing only little of what he had been through before you met, you knew his trauma from his past still haunted him today, and you did everything in your power to try and keep those ghosts away.

You were caught up in your own thoughts while still listening to the song, in a little bit of disbelief at the sudden vulnerability he was willing to share with the world.

“That’s beautiful” you comment, wiping a tear away that you hadn’t realised had formed.

He lets out a half laugh and glances back at the screen, scrolling along through the tracking of the song. “It’s been a lot of work, but it’s getting there. It took me a long time to try and find the right words. Album number 4 has to be my best work yet” he comments. You know more than anyone that he is his own harshest critic, and the pressure he puts on himself is more than anything else you have witnessed.

“Do you think maybe, now with something new added, stepping away from it for a little while will help? Come back to it with a fresh view?” you ask, being very careful to choose which words don't sound demanding.

“Maybe you’re right” he commented, making a few more final clicks to ensure that his project was saved, before switching off the screen. A new and comforting darkness fell in the room, and you slowly stood up from Noah’s lap. He reaches up, and wraps his decorated hands in yours. You tug a little, and he listens, standing up next to you. You start to walk out of the room, and he blindly follows you, feet falling a little clumsily and you think he is starting to fall asleep standing up. You guide him back to the bedroom, pull the covers off and give him a gentle shove. He falls back and chuckles as he does, head hitting the pillow for the first time in a while. It wouldn’t be rare for him to just not come to bed some nights, sleeping on the couch that was in his studio, and sometimes even at the very desk you found him at.

As you walk around to your side of the bed and climb in, you can just make out the outline of his face. Your finger delicately traces the sides of his cheeks, down and across his chin, back up and along the bridge of his nose, and then your fingers intertwine with his hair, smoothing back some of the locks and pushing his beanie off his head. He was humming, enjoying the touch. It didn’t take long at all, less than 30 seconds, and his facial expressions relaxed, mouth hanging slightly ajar, and breathing pattern falling into a steady rhythm.

He fell asleep so quickly it made you think that if you hadn’t gone to him, he would have been there all night, either awake or with his head on the desk. You loved that he loved his work, that he was so passionate about what he did, but it came as a curse too. No one knew how hard he worked, no one knew how much his own judgements ruled his life. So you did everything in your power to help him, be by his side, there when he needed you, even if he didn’t even know it himself.

[wandaslullaby]

hello sweetheart how is your day going? i hope everything goes well with you ❤️

I have a request, if you will allow me

The reader is a quiet student who has a crush on his teacher, Wanda, who is pregnant. After a while (after her birth, )rumors spread about her separation from vision So one day Wanda comes in in a bad mood, and another day, and the reader (who has a big crush on her) out of politeness, love, and some kind of opportunity , After all the students leave, the reader stays and Wanda says: If you have a question, you can ask tomorrow without looking to r so The reader offers to help Luanda as he approaches her little by little Wanda marvels at his words as he kneels in front of her and points to her breasts and has milk spots “ In short, the reader suckles from Wanda's breasts after the lecture“

thank you sm

tea cup ride || wanda maximoff 

I kind of changed it a little, hope you don't mind :)

18+ PLUS MINOR DNF otherwise blocked.

s/n: lactation kink, mommy wanda

Wanda hated postpartum, and to top it all off she was going through a nasty divorce with Vision. It had been spread around the school since Wanda was a popular teacher so she was somewhat moved at the love she got from her students, expect one.

You.

Wanda didn't think much of you, she barely noticed you as you stumbled your way through students, apologising until you were safely seated.

Class went smoothly but Wanda started to get impatient and decided to end the class early. The students cleared the hall and Wanda sighed, sitting in her chair. Not realising you were still there, Wanda started to doze off. As much as you hated being the centre of attention, the odds weren't in your favour as you tripped landing straight onto Wanda's desk.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ms Maximoff." You babbled, eyes fixated on Wanda's breasts.

"Up here." Wanda muttered.

"Sorry... You just, um..."

"Spit it out, for fuck sake."

"Your breasts are leaking, Ms. I think you might need to pump."

Wanda looked down, letting out a grunt. "I forgot them. Of course I did."

You weren't exactly sure how to invert yourself in this conversation so you decided to make your way out. Until suddenly, you saw the door slam shut.

"Where do you think you are going?" Wanda teethed, eyes glowing red.

You turned around, "To my next class.."

Wanda shook her head, "And leave me looking like this?"

"I-I'm not sure what you want me to do, Ms Maximoff."

Wanda was now focused on your lips. They were plumped and pink and from that judgement, she had an idea. "Come over here."

You did as you were told not having a single clue of what Wanda had in mind.

"Sit on my lap." Wanda said, but you looked at her confused.

"Did I stutter? Sit."

You wasn't sure wether this was a prank or a horrible dream. So, you awkwardly sat on Wanda's lap. "Is this okay?"

Wanda sighed, shifting you into a fetus position. You weren't quite sure what was happening but for the sake of Wanda, you just stayed quiet.

"Aren't you a dream." Wanda whispered, as she drew her finger down the bridge of your nose stopping when she reached your lips. "So plumped. Who's cock you been sucking, bunny?"

You blinked, marvelled by the question "I haven't done that before."

"Virgin?" Wanda asked.

You nodded, eyes focused on your fingers.

"So no one has got to play with you?" Wanda smirked, as ideas started to formulate in her mind.

"What do you need from me, Ms?" You impatiently asked, wanting to get out of this weird conversation.

Wanda laughed, she found it adorable that you automatically changed the question. "Since you rudely pointed out that my breasts were leaking, embarrassing me. Don't you think that the least you can do is clean it up."

You eyes widened at the request. "I don't think that appropriate... I should get going."

Wanda shifted in her seat, and placed her hand on your face squishing it tight. "Then you shouldn't of embarrassed me, bunny."

"I-I didn't. No one was in the room." You tried to say but Wanda gripped your face harder.

"Are you talking back to me?" Wanda spat, and used her other hand to pull your hair.

Tears formed in your eyes as Wanda turned you over so you were facing her chest. You knew that you weren't going to get out of this unless you did what Wanda wanted. You didn't say anything and Wanda let your hair go as she removed her shirt.

Wanda wasn't wearing a bra, so her tits were right in your face. You could see the milk leaking out and you wasn't sure where to begin. You took a deep breath but before you could exhale, Wanda took matters in her own hands forcing you to latch onto her breasts.

"I want you to suck on both quietly whilst I'll mark this papers. I don't want to see a single drop leave your mouth." Wanda warned, giving your bum a little slap. "Get to work, bunny."

You weren't exactly sure what approach to take, so you began to suck on her tip softly knowing that she was probably sensitive. You worked your tongue around the nip, sucking more than you was a minute ago.

"For someone who hasn't sucked anything before, you sure know how." Wanda praised which made your cheek flare a little.

Minutes past and you happened to get into a pattern that Wanda seemed to enjoy so you carried on sucking but you were harder as you started to feel a buzz every time you swallowed.

"Relax, bunny. We don't want you to choke on Mommy's tits do we?" Wanda cooed, as she began to run her fingers down your back. "Slowly, baby."

You listened to her command and slow down the pace. You were already full but Wanda wasn't empty. You started to feel a little restless after Wanda noticed that you haven't even began to start on her other tit.

"Is my baby getting tired?" Wanda whispered, leaving a gently kiss on your cheek. "You better not fall asleep whilst the other is full, bunny.."

You let your mouth pop as Wanda pulled you away from her breast. "Look at you, you are so full of Mommy's milk. You reckon you can fit some more in?"

You weren't exactly formulated words due to the praising Wanda was giving you.

"You don't want Mommy to be left leaking do you? Especially after embarrassing her?"

You shook your head, opting Wanda to position you again.

"Such a dumb little baby. You need Mommy to help you?"

You mumbled a yes and Wanda chuckled at how your attitude changed. "Is that why you were cranky before, baby? You didn't have any milk? You should have told me, bunny."

Wanda lightly put your lips to her other breasts and you immediately latched on, wrapping your fingers around her hand as she carefully moved her fingers up and down your stomach.

"Always tell Mommy what you need, okay? I'm going to look after you since no one has bothered to claim you." Wanda whispered as you sucked on her nip.

A few moments passed and Wanda noticed that you were relatively silent and could hear soft snores coming from your mouth. She chuckled as she noticed that you fell into a slumber. Wanda looked down at your belly, noticing it become a little larger than it was before.

"Sweet dreams, bunny." Wanda cooed, and gently placed a small kiss to your stomach. "So beautiful."

[imshymorph]

HI LOVE!!!! 🥺

if ur taking requests, could you pls do husband!Price with a reader who has ADHD? I myself have ADHD and am extremely forgetful, and tend to feel emotions more intensely than others, which means I cry a lot and get told I’m over sensitive haha 🥺❤️❤️😭

Hi darling! My requests are open, I'm just loaded up with uni work. So sorry it took over a week for me to answer. (But if you don’t mind the wait, 100% send in requests!!). I hope I portrayed it properly, I kind of fall in the adhd spectrum myself but it can really vary from one person to another, so I hope it's relatable!

Anyway, here’s some soft!Price with ADHD!reader

I think he’d notice pretty early on, maybe not specifically labelling it as ADHD, but he’d pick up on the forgetfulness and how quick it could change to a hyperfixation. I think he’s observant enough that he’d kind of be able to pinpoint the moment in your thought process where you jump from the thing you just said you were going to do to whatever other task popped in your mind that pulls you away from it.- - - - -

He would grow used to it pretty quickly, used to sharing space with all kinds of people at base and adapting himself to better work with them. I also lowkey headcanon that Soap has ADHD so he’d already have an idea on how to work around it and some strategies in place to help you with it. 

Although I think his main worry would be supporting you with the emotional side that comes with it. He’d be there for you at any time. It doesn’t matter what it is, he’ll dry your tears and talk with you about it. If you don’t want to talk or maybe it’s one of those days where you don’t even know why you’re crying, then he’ll just hold you close for a bit and help you get distracted when you feel better. 

I think that even if he doesn’t fully understand it, he can get a grasp on how overwhelming it can get. He’d notice when you’re starting to get frustrated, when your brain just can’t find something that releases enough oxytocin to keep you entertained for long enough. He’d swipe in then, bringing up one of your special interests or one of the hobbies you gave up on a few months back, to see if it sparks some joy again. If it doesn’t he’ll find something new that you both can try together or somewhere to go and explore. 

And don’t  you dare apologise for any of it, he’d give you a full on scolding on how it’s not something to apologise for. (That’s who you are and who he loves, darling). He doesn’t care that you forgot to close the kitchen cupboard for the fifth time this week, nor that the clean dishes still sit on the dishwasher, nor the pile of folded clothes that still sit on top of the dresser. He’s happy to have you with him, to share space with you and he’d take a messy living room and arrive late to your reservations on date night every single time if it means he’s with you. 

Also, he’d absolutely change things around the house and in his schedule if it means it makes things easier for you. He’ll change the organisation in all drawers and cupboards that need it so it’ll be easier for you to remember to put everything in its place. He’ll sit with you while you do work or chores, having casual conversation to keep you entertained and focused while you finish. Will sit there for hours if he has to, listening to you infodump about whatever thing your brain has last fixated on. And hold you for as long as you need when your emotions get too much and make you cry, one warm hand on your hip to hold you close while the other rubs your back. 

And relating to the crying. Poor soul, the one who dares to call you oversensitive in his presence. He’d absolutely rip them a new one, ready to start a physical fight if it is necessary because (how dare you judge his love for something out of their control). As soon as he’s satisfied with the scolding the other person got, his full attention is back on you. 

He’d pull you close, cup your cheeks and gently dry your tears with his thumbs. A small smile appearing on his lips, “don’t listen to them, love. You’re perfect just like this.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and lightly pinches your cheeks to get a smile from you. “Come on, let’s go home so you can tell me more about those books you have been reading.”

And the way your small pout and teary eyes change to a smile makes his heart soar. He throws an arm over your shoulders and holds you close as the both of you walk home, happily listening about the character arch of one of the main characters you tell him about. He’s already planning on wrapping you up on your favourite blanket on the couch while he gets ready some of your comfort food, how you’ll eat it together while you cuddle and watch one of your favourite shows or movies. 

[anonzentimes]

(holding out an empty plate like a small orphan boy begging for crumbs) do you have any hajime thoughts to share

Oh my gosh okay I'm a little sleepy but I'm literally fixating on him right now so i'll answer this now! Are you inside my walls how did you know. uhh anyways

Hajime can sing really well and likes mostly rock music (Where Giants Fall having their lead singer be johnny yong bosch aka his dub voice actor changed my brain chemistry)

I really wanna know what in the world sakuramochi did to him. I got to know. why does he hate it so much. he's so silly. dude really has an entire story for his liked thing and disliked I need to know the expression he made when he had them for the first time what happened here why.

I really like the idea that post canon when he has heterochromia and people look at him he wonders if they're looking more at his (green? brownish? danganronpa eye colors when I catch you) normal eye or red eye.

I have a really weird love for his sprites like I really do not understand how to explain it I just really love them he looks so. he looks so hajime hinata. I really love them a lot. His front facing ones look really cute, why is his hair so wonky it's so silly. he looks basic but like there's this charm he has that still makes him special. he is the perfect balance and I adore him so much for that. This goes for his personality and appearance, he is the perfect balance for a protagonist. He is relatable, compelling, and his struggles feel real. He tries to be positive but ultimately is a realist, even so he cares deeply and tries his best. He seems to be a little introverted as well. <3

does anyone ever think about how his english voice actor just straight up forgot how to do his voice so he sounds really weird in the v3 demo because I do LMAO

did you know: the danganronpa 2 stage play photos that exist are so precious they're so precious i love the stage play and think about it a lot its so wholesome and silly look at him oh my gosh

also I think Hajime falls in love with people pretty easily and has quality time as his love language alongside gift giving (although most of the protagonists have gift giving as their love language i think)

Also I like to think Hajime likes sugary drinks especially juices and or teas with lots of sugar, Nagito gets unsweetened tea more than him and he's weirded out by it.

my biggest little head canon for both nagito and hajime is that they like pocky just because I like to project since it's one of my favorite snacks lol. I think Hajime would be fond of the chocolate almond crush pocky. Nagito and Hajime are both fond of Matcha, Nagito really likes strawberry and mint.

Also I think Hajime is bisexual to the point I forget it's not canonically stated lol

uhh thats all i can think of right now to say hehe