#he's chu adorable

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Mind that time Jin Zixuan tried to seduce Jiang Yanli with snake facts?

I present to you Chu Wanning's history of the food you are eating:

The only reason Mo Ran didn't flip the table was because he's hot and it's the most his shizun ever said in one sitting.

Pretty privilege is real.

[chuluoyi]

i just purchased this 30cm gojo plushie🤧

[bloomin-daydream]

MWAH🩷

og by mitzubao!! 🩷🩷

[heretherebedork]

Oh no, the show gave me a tiny gaybie with the saddest puppy eyes who is not getting satisfied in any capacity and is so tiny and darling. I already just want to rescue him.

[llostwriter]

Masterlist

2ha Fanfic(The Husky And The White Cat With Their Baobei)

A dumb husky couldn’t stop shaking the white cat like a toy, while the Baobei is mentally freaking out and don’t know what to do

- Lighter version. Slubby plotline.

Genderfluid, changes form.

Chapter 1 (revised)

Chapter 2 (revised)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (revised)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 (include mention of erotic drawings)

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Rewritten version (The Husky And The White Cat With Their Baobei):

A story of the trio. Three piles of ashes began a new life. From lovers to enemies to lovers again.

Chapter 1

Darker 2HA Fanfic

The Misery of the Songstress’ Child (Tw)

The result of nonconsensual intimacy.

With you, as the result.

- Involves tons of TW, a darker version, half to decent plotline(this part actually makes sense)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

[cocofawn]

xiva m’ sweetness !! 🥺 look at your pwecious yuta in da new jjk chibi illustrations !! >//<

mefinks he’s readin’ up on new fun dates to takes u on, mhmhm ^_^ 💞

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

The entirety of the soul searching arc of ErHa is really my favorite piece of writing from Meat Bun. It is just so beautifully done and simply moving with how wonderful the emotions from the characters are... I just can't ever get tired of this part of the novel.

[trash-city]

Baby Magolor Receiving his Mimi

[pandorumblue-blog]

Finally, watching The Journey of Chong Zi and eating up every little morsel of Chu Bu Fu / Wan Jie's storyline. Interesting, angsty, beautiful, painful, yummmmmmy.

[ashedddaisy]

⛥ 2HA ⛥ 01 ⛥ 32. THIS VENERABLE ONE WILL BABY YOU A BIT; WILL THAT DO? ⛥

Shock, indignation, jealousy, and irritation exploded like fireworks in his head.

In his past life, two people had died in his arms. Shi Mei. Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran didn't know. All he could remember was the sensation of the person in his arms growing colder and colder, and that on that day, he hadn't laughed or cried—that joy and sorrow had both fallen out of his reach.

With Chu Wanning gone, Mo Weiyu had no longer seen meaning in the world.

Even unconscious, this person stifled his voice and refused to cry out in pain.

"I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. Don't you dare kick that quilt off in the night. You're already feverish, and you'll catch a cold..."

"Whatever—why should I care if you catch a cold?! I hope you do. I hope it's terrible and you die!"

When he got to the door, something was nagging at the back of his mind. Mo Ran turned back and squinted into the room. After figuring out what was bothering him, he went over and blew out the candle. He left again.

This time, he got all the way to the lotus pond. The sight of the flowers that had bloomed after absorbing Chu Wanning's lifeblood worsened the irritation in his heart.

Mo Ran considered this for a while, then shut the window for him. Sichuan was a humid region, and it wasn't healthy to leave the window open while sleeping.

After doing this, Mo Ran put his foot down and swore to himself: If I come back through that door one more time, I might as well be a dog!

He would not go back on his word. He absolutely would not go back through that door again! So, after a while, the brilliant and powerful emperor vaulted into the room through the window instead.

Still half-asleep, he cradled him and gently stroked his back, murmuring, "Shh... Shh... Pain, pain, go away..."

But no matter how much he missed him or how hard he wished, Chu Wanning wouldn't come back. Mo Ran had lost the last flame of his life.

Suddenly, he was almost afraid to open his eyes. He was afraid that when he woke up in the morning, it would be to a cold, empty pillow and drafty curtains. And he would once again be utterly alone for the rest of his life.

He was certain that he hated Chu Wanning. But, as he held him in his arms, Mo Ran felt wetness gather at the corners of his eyes. This was a warmth that the thirty-two-year-old Taxian-Jun had thought he would never again possess. "Wanning, you'll be okay..."

When he saw that Chu Wanning wasn't getting up to make him breakfast, he didn't press the matter. Instead, he smiled lazily and reach out, pulling Chu Wanning's face closer, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Chu Wanning, let me hold you a little while longer."

[chuluoyi]

✎ sick days

- gojo satoru x reader

who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!

genre: fluff, fluff, fluffff. basically, your baby is adorable, gojo is your husband and not only is he lovesick with you, he humors your baby so much it’s making me— sighs

note: based on this post! hi hi chu is back from vacation and here’s another dad!gojo fluff indulgence and we stan domestic men okay🤭

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

It's plain sight that Gojo Satoru is a highly attractive individual, and now that he has a son, it's fair to say that he’s the hottest dilf on the block.

With one hand twirling a famous brand of flu medicine box and the other propping his baby son at his hip, he garnered curious eyes, even in drugstore near his home.

“Hmm, why is it so cheap? Suspicious…”

Satoru let out a light hum, studying the orange and pink boxes, as well as glancing at the other purple box with bold labels claiming its effectiveness in halting cold symptoms, and then looked at his son.

His baby's big, crystal blue eyes blinked in wonder at the vibrant colors, and he reached out with grubby hands towards them. “Bwah!”

Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Hey, kiddo. Which do you think is better for mama?” he asked the baby, gesturing at the all three medicine on the rack with his jaw. “You choose.”

As if on cue, the little ball of fluff that was his son immediately reached out for the purple box, the more expensive out of all three displayed before him. Without missing a beat, he also seized both the orange and pink boxes in quick succession, holding them close to his chest.

Satoru broke into a hearty laugh, a wide grin split his face, as he affectionately tousled the boy's head with pride.

“That's my boy! Splurging is allowed—after all, we're rich!”

When the first signs of cold manifested in you, Satoru was already worried. He had warned you to take more rest, but typical you, you brushed it off as a mere fatigue.

And when this morning, you woke up to sudden coughing fits and hot-and-cold spells, which ended up with kicking him out of your shared bedroom in fear of spreading the virus, like the doting husband he was, Satoru promptly headed to the pharmacy with your baby in tow to get you some help.

"Oh my, sir, your son is so adorable!" the female cashier gushed when he got over to pay, finally voicing what other customers thought in their heads. He could sense the discreet glances from those around him even now.

As the baby clung to his shirt, Satoru tightened his grip on him and responded with a self-assured grin, ensuring those nearby heard his words, "Of course he is! My wife is pretty as heck too, shame she's down with fever today."

"Aww! Such high praise, you must adore your wife!"

"Mm-hmm!"

Ah, so he still has a wife. The other customers went about their day, some disappointed that the dilf was still evidently devoted to his wife. They could only wonder just who could the lucky woman was.

Moving on— after the short trip to the drugstore, Satoru went back home. He promptly checked on you in your master bedroom, inquiring, "Hey, how are—"

But he immediately halted upon seeing you nestled so comfortably under the blankets, sleeping soundly. For a moment, he simply stood, blinking and observing your serene slumber.

Strange that something inside him both softened and lurched at the sight. You were just that precious in his eyes. Stupid as it was, he was quite miserable to go through the day without your nagging and nitpicking. And above all, he never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfort—it made his protective instincts soar.

Hence his thought— there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, even if it means sacrificing heaven itself.

“Myah!” A hard shove on his arm and his baby’s babbling snapped him out of his trance. Satoru shifted his baby to his other hand, let out a questioning hum, and affectionately pinched his mochi-like cheeks.

“Hmm? You can’t be hungry, I—oooh,” a sheepish expression of realization appeared on his face, his blue eyes widened slightly as his baby glared at him. Then, chuckling like the goofball he was, Satoru patted him on his head to appease his grudge, “I haven’t fed you since this morning, eh?”

“Fwah!”

“Pfft! There, there… Me is sorry~ Now let me whip something up for you and mama, yeah?”

Now, he wouldn't claim to be the best chef, but he could certainly cook to save himself. Rolling up his sleeve, he went to the kitchen after leaving and stuffing his baby boy with a pacifier on his high chair.

“Hmmm, baby food for the minion and… congee? Yeah, congee should be good.”

Next task was feeding his already seething baby after he mixed together his baby food. He was a fussy eater—mostly with him, but surprisingly not so much with you (apparently, that's just his way of showing who he favors between his parents, heh). But when he managed to get the food in, with every spoonful, his son’s smile gradually widened, and so did his happiness.

Satoru thought then that he was the cutest thing he had ever created. His son was clearly a mini-him, but his reactions were definitely so you.

“Is it tasty? It is, isn’t it?” he cooed with baby voice, earning a delightful giggle in response from his son. Pushing his luck, he added with a suggestive grin, “Papa is the best, isn’t he?”

“Bwah...” The joyful expression on his baby's face faded instantly, dissolving into an unamused pout, prompting Satoru to righteously click his tongue.

“Why are you so against me?!”

After he was done with his fill, Satoru picked your baby up to the master bedroom to bring you something to eat. Seated on the opposite edge of the bed, he silently adored your sleeping form once again.

Right at that moment, the baby in his arms wriggled, reaching out for you. Acting on a sudden impulse, he put him on the bed, facing you.

“Now, go to mama, would you?” he whispered gently, grinning and giving his bum a light pat. “Go!”

Your son was also Gojo Satoru’s son, therefore he was an adept crawler even at barely seven months old. With remarkable agility, the little soldier steadily moved towards you, his diapers jiggling with each motion. He stopped right in front of your face, clearly recognizing you as his mother.

And your husband swore that even his logic-driven heart melted at the sight of your cute baby suddenly leaned in and clumsily smooched your nose.

Simply just the two most treasured loves of his life.

“Mm?” you let out a soft grunt, feeling the dryness in your throat as you cracked your eyes open, surprised to find yourself face-to-face with your baby. “Oh… why are you here? Don’t get too close…”

“He’ll be fine.” Satoru picked your son up, placing him on his knee and steadying him with one arm. Having moved next to you on the bed, he brushed hair from your forehead. “What about you, hmm? Feeling better?”

Your eyebrows creased into a frown. “Yeah, I think, but more than that, Satoru, I’ve told you, don’t let him—”

“Yes, yes, sweetheart. He won’t get sick, look, he’s as healthy as he can be~” and to make a point, he turned his baby over and lightly smacked his bottom, prompting a whimper from the little one and a gasp from you.

“Don’t spank him!”

“Ehh? Then can I spank you instead?”

“Satoru, you’re a little piece of—!”

Just you and him, as well as the little treasure that was your son. This little family was enough reason to live. To win.

And Gojo Satoru once again thought, that being the strongest didn’t really mean that much anymore because with his world in his hands, nothing else matters.

Epilogue

“You’re so silly, why did you buy so many?” you grumbled at the sight of three different brands of cold medicine your husband displayed in front of you. “One is enough, do you want me to overdose?”

Satoru snickered. “Don’t blame me, blame your kid. He’s the one picking all of them.”

You totally didn’t get what he meant at all, but yeah, your husband was the silliest human ever and that’s that.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s a bit smelly here?” Satoru suddenly asked, wearing a quizzical expression.

You took a sniff of the air, glancing at your baby blinking innocently and sitting calmly on your husband, and a realization struck you. “Uh, Satoru...”

Following your gaze, as if sensing an omen, Satoru hastily scooped up his son, letting out a bewildered gasp as he felt a slight wetness where the baby had been sitting on him.

“Did he just poo on me?!”

[flwrstqr]

𓈒ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU SAY "CAN I KISS YOU MORE?" ˒

── ୨୧ enha x f!reader 𝗀enre. fluff, imagines, ot7 works 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 counts . . . 733 𝔀arning not proofread, kisses, petnames, suggestive.┊DANi NOTEZ ‎⸝⸝⸝ that post was just NOT it. ◞[ continue on to . . . library , request ]

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

heeseung's reaction was swift, a playful glint in his eyes as your words hung in the air. "princess, are you kidding me? of course you can," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening as he drew you closer. his gaze lingered on your lips, a smirk playing on his face, before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a firm, heated kiss. he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, savoring the moment. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, holding him close as the kiss intensified. when you finally pulled back, catching your breath, he looked at you with a satisfied grin. "I'm glad you asked that question, princess," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

rest of the members below !!

JAY (박종성)

jay's reaction was immediate, a mix of surprise "are you joking? anytime, i'll let you kiss me more, my love," he chuckled softly. leaning in, he left the space between you, allowing you to close the gap. as your kiss deepened, jay's demeanor shifted, his touch becoming more assertive. his arms wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the counter for a better angle. you found yourself lost in the sensation, fingers tangling in his hair. when you finally pulled back, breathless, jay's gaze lingered on your now-swollen lips. "another round?" he teased with a smirk.

JAKE (심재윤)

jake's reaction was well── he wanted a kiss from you, his eyes had been lingering on your lips for the past minute. when you finally asked, without needing to say a word, he didn't hesitate. his lips met yours eagerly, fingers intertwining with yours as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. pulling back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "how did you read my mind, baby?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. there was a hunger in his gaze, as if he couldn't get enough of you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the back of your hand. 

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

sunghoon's reaction was initially stunned, blinking as he processed your question, clearly caught off guard. for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, considering his response carefully. then, a smirk slowly spread across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "you want me so bad, hm?" he teased, his voice low and playful. he winked at you, his gaze dropping to your lips. "I won't mind another kiss..." he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing gesture.

SUNOO (김선우)

sunoo's reaction was as adorable as ever, a warm smile spreading across his face at your request. "anything for you, baby," he nodded sweetly, his eyes filled with affection. without hesitation, he leaned in closer, allowing you to shower him with soft kisses all over his face. his hands finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink.

JUNGWON (양정원)

jungwon's reaction was a mix of surprise and eagerness, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he processed your bold request. "are you sure?" he teased softly, his eyes gleaming with desire. when you nodded in response, he didn't waste another moment. effortlessly, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. his arms instinctively wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. as he finally pulled back, a smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze holding yours with a playful challenge. "was that good enough, or should I kiss it better?" he murmured huskily, his voice laced with a hint of mischief and undeniable desire.

RIKI (西村力)

riki's reaction was initially a mix of confusion and disbelief when you asked, "are you serious?" he chuckled nervously, trying to maintain his cool demeanor despite the obvious blush creeping up his cheeks. as you persisted, his composure began to crack. his eyes darted nervously, avoiding yours for a moment before finally meeting your gaze. without another word, he leaned in hesitantly, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that quickly deepened. his hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer, unable to resist the longing he had been hiding. as the kiss lingered, riki finally pulled back, his cheeks still flushed but a shy smile playing on his lips. "you caught me," he admitted softly, his eyes finally meeting yours.

[uzurakis]

brainrotting so hard rn thinking of megumi who absolutely refuses to admit his feelings for his best friend but okay so hear me out shikigamis are often reflections of their owner, right?

his shikigami – his demon dogs, nue, escape rabbit etc etc are ALL attached to reader, constantly begging for their attention and being so protective towards reader whenever he brings them out. and reader can't help but feel loved and safe whenever they're around.

because the affection his shikigami has for you is a reflection of megumi's feelings for you <3

n. THIS IS SOOO GOOD and i just HAD to make a drabble out of it. i also feel megs will sometimes be jealous but.. hey.. isn’t that just an extension of HIMSELF? thank you nonnie cause i had fun brainrotting this wit chu <3

under the dappled shade of a tree, you and your bestfriend sat nestled amidst nature's embrace. the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to the lazy hour after school as the cool breeze swayed in between. you leaned against the sturdy trunk, the rough bark a comforting support against your back, whilst fushiguro reclined nearby, never not a book on hand, his presence a familiar comfort in the tranquil surroundings. he looked too focused, way too focused right now.

“fushiguro,” you called out whilst biting back a smile, holding up your index finger in a playful gesture. “one favor.”

“no.” came his immediate response, closing off any opportunities as he remain engrossed in his book.

it was a usual thing for you to do, pester him for fun with many favors. you knew that despite his protests, he would always give in to your whims. it was one of the things you adore about him actually, the lengths he’d go to make you feel better.

undeterred, you continued, pouting slightly. "but fushiguroo..."

“no.” he repeated firmly. “your one favor usually turns into a two favor, and a three—“

“i promise it’s only a favor this time!”

a wind brushed his black locks as he peered up from his book, letting out a slight forced sigh as he finally locked his eyes with yours. “just one favor.” he conceded, unable to resist your asks.

the smile of yours finally burst out, and the favor rolled off of your tongue. it was simple this time; you didn't have to use your pleading looks or other tricks to get him agreeing.

“can you summon some of your shikigamis? just wanna play with them.”

fushiguro's expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his initial resistance. he closed his book gently and set it aside, his attention fully on you now.

"alright," he relented, his tone warmer now. "i can do that, only for a short while."

you nodded eagerly, grateful for his concession. fushiguro had a way of understanding your needs even when you were being particularly bothersome. so you wasted no time in joining in the play, laughing and running around with his divine dogs. fushiguro watched with a fondness in his eyes, silently grateful for moments like these.

well, he too had other ideas. he certainly seems to have a knack for stirring up trouble and was definitely intentional. while you were distracted by the dogs swarming about you, he summoned an army of his rabbits—a large number of them—and they all jumped at you at once.

“do you want me to get killed from your rabbits?!” the shout was muffled as his rabbits covered quite every inch of your body. “did you tell them to come at me?!”

no, your bestfriend never ask his shikigamis to come at you the moment he summoned them. fushiguro megumi's shikigamis, his loyal companions, had a mind of their own. he never trained the dogs to nozzle around you, the rabbits to bounce over you, or nue to sit on your shoulder. for that they didn't heed the conventional rules of summoning or obedience; instead, they acted on their instincts, driven by an unspoken directive to protect and be close at all times—fushiguro megumi’s instincts to protect you and be close at all times.

“dunno,” picking up where he left off and submerging back to his pages. “maybe.”

“you’re such a prick!” the words burst forth as you try to get the rabbits off of you.

he watched you from a distance, his heart swelling with affection as you kept playing around with his shikigamis. but he still tried to held back his own smile, a silent observer in the background, content to bask in the warmth of your presence.

yet, as if on cue, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could not hide it any longer.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

[llostwriter]

The Husky And The White Cat Shizun With Their Baobei

Chapter 14

Even til death, some noble families still arranged for a dead mistress to be with the man, thinking that one wife could simply not be enough to deal with the dead man’s desire. As some saying goes, nobody knows you better than your family. Either the dead man was formerly some real perverted man or his family followed the policy of having a mistress to accompany the man. You didn’t even expect for the ghosts to have a third-bedded coffin if you didn’t see it for yourself.

You in the middle, while the two settled to the sides.

From your second lifetime experience with a second-bedded coffin, the space was tight. You have laid with Chu Wanning, since in your previous life you didn’t have to wear an earring, so you were put into the groom sections. The third bedded coffin may sound larger than the second bedded coffin, which is larger, but it still wouldn’t fit three whole people. Curses upon the people who made these measurements, because whatever they measured must be the size of some malnourished people.

Chu Wanning cast a sound barrier in the coffin. The coffin shakes upon being carried elsewhere. The sound of firecrackers and drums could be heard through the coffin lid.

Mo Ran asked out of curiosity, “These demons and ghosts are really bored. Where are they going with the coffin?"

As usual, Mo Ran was the one that asked the questions, while Chu Wanning replied to them all, mentioning that his Tianwen had interrogated a Ghost Golden Boy. The information is still limited, as the Ghost Golden Boy didn’t know either. Mo Ran appeared stunned upon knowing that somebody begged for the murder of the Chen family. Mo Ran has experienced this case before; however, during his first life, he didn’t even pay any attention to the case. Instead, he was focused more on Shi Mei than anything else.

The dog must live up to his nickname. Mo Ran smells the scent of begonia fragrance mixed with burning incense. The coffin continued to shake, Mo Ran lost his balance, and his left knee accidentally hit itself between your legs. A couple more coffin shakes; it has already neared your groin.

You: “Mo Ran.”

You bite yourself back from saying more, worried that Shizun will notice this.

Mo Ran seemed to realize his mistake and quickly retrieve his knee. “Shixiong y/n, that was an accident!”

You leaned onto Chu Wanning to maintain your balance. You only got back to your original position upon hearing Chu Wanning say in a low voice, “Don’t speak; we’re here.”

The surrounding area was deadly silent; the rustling footsteps outside were no more. A cluster of pale golden flames lit up in Chu Wanning’s fingertip, and he drew a thin opening on the wall of the coffin, just enough for the three to see through. They were on the outskirts of the colorful butterfly town, in front of a temple. The rows and columns of other coffins were also in this location, and the scent grew stronger each second.

Mo Ran noticed the difference in smell between Chen Bohuan’s coffin and the scent here; he mentioned it toward you and Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran: “I didn't like the smell of incense since I was young. Here, and the smell in the illusion, it's not the scent of butterflies, but the special high incense that the people of Colorful Butterfly Town use to worship the ghost master.”

You and Chu Wanning followed his line of sight, spotting the three very thick incense sticks burning, releasing the sweet scent into the air. Mo Ran’s statement made Chu Wanning ponder the possibility that Chen Bohuan’s coffin has nothing to do with the illusion’s smell, before he was interrupted by a dazzling red light. You already know that the source behind the red light was the ghost mistress.

The ghost children began their chanting of the blessing of the ghost mistress. The ghost mistress flowed gracefully; however, due to her body being made out of mud, it was too heavy, resulting in a huge dent being created upon her landing.

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

Chu Wanning: "…"

You: “…”

The ghost mistress seemed dissatisfied by the huge dent; she grabbed her long robes before stepping out of the hole. She slowly opened her arm, laughing twice before saying, "Believe in me, worship me, and you will be able to meet the right person and complete the important thing in life that you didn't do before you died."

The chants of the ghost children grow louder upon the arrival of the ghost mistress. Such weird things have been happening on the outskirts of town, yet hardly anybody has done anything about them until now. The hobbies and traditions of the rich are truly concerning. You were glad that your body’s hometown wasn’t Butterfly Town.

The first coffin to open was on the farthest left; the two lifeless corpses inside staggered out, slowly coming in front of the ghost mistress of the ceremony before they knelt down.

The ghost mistress bestowed her blessing, taking the good oath of marriage. It was a normal oath, if it weren’t for Mo Ran’s accusation of it being a lewd oath. To which it faced Chu Wanning’s cold reprimand, “You have a dirty mind.” With that, Mo Ran has finally shut his mouth.

It didn’t take long before the ghosts began tearing at each other’s clothes, kissing passionately like two animals in heat; it was as if they had been drugged by an aphrodisiac. They shamelessly entangled with each other in public, completely stunning the two. You already experienced this once, so it was all to be expected. You still weren’t sure if Mo Ran was the first timeline or the second timeline; your suspicions were fading away since his reactions seemed new.

The movements of the two corpses became even more intense as the female’s arm was wrapped around the male’s shoulder, intensifying the kiss. Your vision was covered by two hands, even though you could still hear the slipping of clothes and bickering between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning: “This is completely inappropriate; don’t look at such despicable techniques.”

Mo Ran: “Shizun, you realized that even with you covering up Shixiong y/n’s eyes, he can still hear it. Right?”

Chu Wanning: “…”

Your vision was no longer blocked; instead, it was your ears. You looked at Shizun’s expression. Noticing his faint blush out of the insanity of the situation. But since he wasn’t using a spell, simply covering your ears doesn’t fully mean that you can’t hear anymore. You could still hear the moaning voices of the corpses and the rustling of clothes.

Chu Wanning turned his face away, clearly not watching anymore. Mo Ran’s devious smirk means nothing good. He teased, “Ah, who knows? Maybe we’ll be up next. It wouldn’t be good if the ghost were to find us out. So we would have no other choice but to be intimate as well.”

Chu Wanning: “Nonsense!”

Mo Ran retorted back, putting Shizun’s previous words against him: "Shizun, didn't you tell us that we must clearly see the other party's ability before we act? You should at least clearly see the ability of this damned master of ceremonies." Mo Ran continued to tease Shizun. If it weren’t for the fact that the three are crammed into a coffin, you would have expected Chu Wanning to have already beat the living heck out of Mo Ran using Tianwen.

It didn’t take long for the male ghost to let out a low growl, lying down on the female corpse’s body and spasming.

Mo Ran: “Oh my, is that what a ghost climax looks like?”

[rafesbabygirlx]

Drew’s Birthday Gift

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Drew Starkey x Wife!Reader

Summary: It’s Drew’s birthday and the two of you usually have a ton of fun, drinking and going out with friends but this years different. You are 7 months pregnant, constantly exhausted and in pain.

A/N: A day late but the idea came to me last night then I fell asleep lol

I allude to Drew’s gift on his 30th with reader. I have a fun idea for that if you’d like a part 2!

Warnings: fluff/smut all in one, smut towards the end, body insecurity (reader being pregnant) hormones, reader is hard on herself

Part 2: Drew’s 30th

Coming home from Poguelandia was a relief. You’d spent most of the day on your feet, swollen and aching all the way up to your claves, but it had all been worth it. The OBX cast adored you, and despite the physical toll, it was an amazing day.

The past few months had been nothing short of magical: Drew’s film premiere, getting engaged in Venice, Paris Fashion Week, a courthouse wedding a week later, the OBX premiere, and Poguelandia. Working remotely allowed you to travel with Drew effortlessly, though adjusting to new time zones was always a challenge.

Your wedding was intimate, just as you both wanted. Chip served as your witness, which felt fitting since he was the reason you two met. Family and close friends flew in for a dinner celebration afterward. You never envisioned yourself as a wife or mother, but Drew had a way of changing everything you thought you knew about yourself.

As your pregnancy progressed, the constant travel began to wear on you. Now in your third trimester, even the simplest tasks left you breathless, sore, and utterly exhausted. Putting on shoes was nearly impossible and every muscle ached in your body.

This year, guilt gnawed at you for not being able to plan something extravagant for Drew’s birthday. The best you managed was flying in his sister, brother, and a few close friends for a small dinner. For the past five years, you’d always organized grand celebrations. His 30th birthday was unforgettable, with a *special* gift that left Drew infatuated for days. But this year, you barely had the energy to make it through the day, let alone plan something big. You worried it wasn’t enough.

Pregnancy brain struck hard when you realized, as you were getting ready, that you hadn’t even bought him a gift. The sudden wave of panic brought tears to your eyes, but you forced them back, determined not to ruin the day. You felt like the worst wife.

Dinner was nice, set at Drew’s favorite restaurant in LA. The food was impeccable, and you managed to push aside your self-doubt, even as your back ached from the uncomfortable chair. Drew noticed and rested his hand on your thigh, concern in his eyes. “You okay? You’ve been quiet tonight,” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just uncomfortable,” you said, tapping the back of the chair. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you and the chair closer, and held you there for the rest of the night.

When the cake arrived, the group began to sing “Happy Birthday.” You smiled at Drew but glanced at the cake and noticed “birthday” was misspelled. Normally, such a thing wouldn’t bother you, but today, it felt like the final straw. You kept it together until Drew kissed you, and you whispered playfully, “Save me a piece.” You kissed him again before slipping away to the restroom, locking the door behind you. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to calm the storm of emotions. You felt selfish for not being able to handle your emotions, but the third trimester had turned you into an emotional rollercoaster. A few tears fell before you dabbed your cheeks with a paper towel with cold water and pulled yourself together.

Returning to the table, Drew’s eyes met yours, now filled with concern. “Are you sure you’re alright? You can tell me, baby,” he said.

You managed a small smile, placing your hand on his cheek. “I’m fine, just… you know, it doesn’t wait for anything now,” you joked, gesturing to your belly. You both chuckled, but Drew wasn’t convinced. He knew you too well.

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Back home, you collapsed on the couch, Drew helping you out of your boots. The sense of relief was immediate. He sat beside you, lifting your swollen feet onto his lap to massage them. “This is your day, you relax. Don’t pamper me for once,” you said, trying to sound lighthearted. You lifted your feet off of him and he felt the disconnect from you.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired. Can we go to bed?” you added, the exhaustion weighing down your voice.

“Of course, let’s go.” Drew helped you to your feet, and you changed into pajamas. Lying in bed, facing each other, a silence hung between you as you propped up one arm, rested your head in your hand, and absentmindedly traced patterns on his bare chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong now,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

“I told you, nothing’s wrong.”

“Five years together, and you think I don’t know when something’s up? What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s 11:50,” you replied after checking the clock.

“Okay, in 10 minutes, my birthday will be over, and you’ll tell me what’s really going on. Deal?” He knew that’s what the constant dismissal was for tonight.

You wanted to deny it, but all you could manage was, “Deal.”

Those 10 minutes passed in silence, your mind racing. As soon as the clock struck midnight, Drew spoke again. “Tell me, please, baby.”

“I… I just think I ruined this day for you.” He looked puzzled but waited for you to continue. Sitting up, you leaned against the headboard, and he mirrored you.

“I usually go all out for your birthday, make it a huge event with everyone you love. But this year, all I could pull together was a dinner. I’ve felt terrible all day, and when the cake was misspelled, it was just the cherry on top. I didn’t even get you a gift, and our birthday sex is usually amazing. But I’m so swollen and uncomfortable, I didn’t even want you to see me naked. It’s just a lot, and I didn’t want to ruin your day.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you spoke.

Drew leaned towards you and cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, don’t cry. You didn’t do anything wrong. I loved today. I love every birthday we spend together because you’re what makes it special. This might be my favorite birthday yet. I was surrounded by the people I love, and most importantly, I had you and our son with me. What more could I possibly want? Next year, it’ll be even better when he’s here and you’re singing happy birthday to me, I’ll holding him.” His words sent a fresh wave of tears down your face. How could he be this sweet? How are you this lucky.

“I know it’s been tough on you, and I didn’t want to push. But I do still have a birthday wish,” he said, smirking as you wiped your tears and smiled.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” you asked.

“You. But only if you’re comfortable. I’m going to love you no matter what, and I think you’re more beautiful now, with this bump and everything you’re going through to grow our son.”

His words melted away your insecurities and exhaustion. “You’re the only gift I want, Y/N,” he whispered.

You wiped your eyes and stood up. “Where are you going?” Drew asked, confused.

“To get your gift wrapped.” A few minutes later, you emerged from the closet wearing the white lace lingerie set you’d bought for your maternity shoot. His jaw dropped, and you knew you’d made his night complete. “Wow.”

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Drew got out of bed and sat at the edge, reaching his arms out for you. You settled in between his legs.His hands glided over your body, igniting a spark within you. "All this for me? You shouldn't have," he whispered, his smirk sending shivers down your spine. You blushed at his words, but your heart swelled with affection as he continued, "I told you, you were beautiful when I met you. You were beautiful every day for the past 5 years, and you're even more beautiful now that you're my wife and the mother of my child. There's no one else I'd want to do this with."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “Thank you, my love.” His kisses traveled from your mouth to your neck, each touch light and deliberate. His hands moved gently, offering a reassuring comfort as he reached for the clasp of your bra. You tensed for a moment, and he paused. “Can I see all of you?” he asked, his tone full of affection. You nodded, allowing him to remove the fabric. His lips found their way to your chest, kissing you with a reverence that sent warmth through your body. He moved with care, knowing how tender your body had become.

Drew lifted you effortlessly and placed you at the center of the bed, returning to remove his own sweatpants before joining you. Your confidence surged in the safety of his presence, and you began to slide down your underwear. He helped, eyes never leaving yours, full of admiration and love.

It had been months since you last shared an intimate moment. Between your growing belly and hidden insecurities, and sex drive plummeting from hormone, your desire had waned. But now, Drew’s touch and words reignited something inside you, a closeness you’d missed. He gently ran his fingers along your body, his touch both soothing and electrifying. His movements were slow and careful, each one a reminder of how cherished you were.

He rubbed his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal, he ran his hand up and down his length as he met your entrance, and slowly entered you. The stretch felt amazing, and you squirmed beneath him, eager for more. You loved the way he made you feel, the way he took care of you.

You two usually have fun in bed. You experiment and are usually rough. It’s easy to do with him, knowing he’ll never truly hurt you and you’re both just so comfortable with each other. Tonight was different, though. Everything was more intimate, more tender. His strokes were slow and full of love. He leaned in, careful of your bump, placed one arm beneath you and the other on your side. His forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes. "So good, Drew," you whispered, and he smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "Just wanna take care of you, baby, you're the best gift ever."

You felt overwhelmed with affection, tears threatening to spill as he continued to hold you with care. The room was quiet, filled only with soft whispers and shared breaths as he adjusted his pace to your need.

He keeps this pace, until you grow a little impatient. “A little harder… please.” He picks up the pace the second you ask. Still soft with his movements but the speed is much better. His head is wedge in the crook of your neck as you run your fingers through his hair and down his back, feeling more connected than ever. He licked his fingers and touched your clit. Moving slow deliberate circles keeping the same pace as his hips. You’re getting closer and you clench down on him. “Come for me baby, forget about the pain for a little bit.”

You become putty in his arms and his words send you spiraling into an orgasm that washed over you like a tidal wave. Drew’s follows behind. He sits up and runs his hand over your bump. “Most beautiful mother I’ve ever seen. You’re an angel.” You smile at his words.

"You're the most beautiful mother I've ever seen," he whispered, his eyes filled with adoration. You smiled, feeling loved and cherished.

He gets up and puts back on his sweatpants returning with a washcloth and a big t-shirt of his. He cleans you up and pulls the shirt over your head. He gets back into bed and pulls you to him. “Best birthday ever, thank you my love. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Drewbug.” And as you fell asleep in his arms, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[kitasgloves]

I saw requests were open(hopefully if i read it right, English isn’t my first language 😭) but i was reading one of your Chuuya drabbles where you said he was aggressively sweet with you because he found you so cute and i wanted to know if you could write about him with a golden retriever gf/type of reader?

Like their just so cute that they just give Chuuya cute aggression or something(and an accidental corruption kink, whoops)

I got you covered, anon <3

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I would like to imagine how protective NAKAHARA CHUUYA would be with a golden retriever type of s/o. He wants to preserve your sunshine and selfishly keep it to himself. Your mannerisms, habits, and personality make his insides melt. He finds everything you do super fucking cute that he can't stand it. Eventually, he develops this cute aggression with you.

The gravity manipulator enjoys pulling you into bone-crushing hugs, hoisting you into his arms, and spinning you around so he can hear your adorable laugh. When you two are alone together he'd randomly grab your face and litter kisses all over it until it's obnoxious, he finds your glare cute when he squeezes your cheeks until they turn red. Chuuya would grab your jaw with his hand and pinch your cheeks to make your lips form into a pout before leaning close to kiss you hard. He loves to run his tongue over your lips before slipping them inside your mouth. God, he's a lip-biter too. You'd whine and whimper when he leaves your bottom lip swollen and red from his biting.

I could not stress enough how this mf is a biter. He'd bite your exposed skin. Sinking his teeth on your flesh is his way of showing his affection. Chuuya would bite the nape of your neck, your shoulders, your tummy, your inner thighs, etc. He feels so proud when he sees you covered in red bite marks. Sometimes you'd scold him when he's getting excessive, and for the most part, he feels guilty and would offer to lick the fresh bite marks as an apology.

You would get so bubbly that it's infectious. Chuuya could be having a shitty day but once he sees you coming up to him like an adorable puppy, his bad mood just vanishes. He loves to spoil you too with gifts whether it would be food or clothes. Oh! And if you're into dressing up, Chuuya would be so supportive of it (he's a fashion icon fr). When he sees you dressed up in bright-colored clothes he just gushes, blushes, and clutches his chest because holy fuck you're so adorable :(( ! (he wants to fucking bite you).

You're so kind and pure-hearted too that he almost feels guilty for being your not-so-green-flag boyfriend. Your naivety just adds to your charm that Chuuya finds it impossible to resist you. Unbeknownst to you, every little thing you do is driving him to the edge. The fact you're enabling him to squeeze you and bite you gives him the impression that you're enabling his sweetly aggressive behavior.

"Oh fuck, babydoll—"

Chuuya growls when he feels you clenching around him. Tonight was supposed to be an adorable cuddle session while watching rom-coms, but your boyfriend was pushed to the edge when he found you wearing those cute fluffy pajamas and nuzzling against his chest like a cute cat. He just had to shove you down on the bed, pull your ass up, and pull your pajama's down.

"Chu-ah! Chuuya! Pl-please slow down!"

You were pleading with your boyfriend but he doesn't obey you. Chuuya grunts as he greedily slides his cock inside and out of you, your warm and tight walls fueling his carnal desire. The pace of his hips slapping against your ass becomes unbearable when you were unable to form any coherent words, every breath was knocked out of your lungs with every brutal thrust, and with every brutal kiss of his cock against your cervix. You were practically crossed-eyed and drooling against the pillow. And Chuuya finds it so fucking adorable that he wants to corrupt you more.

"Flip over, darling"

Suddenly, you're on your back and he pulls out. You gasped and stared at Chuuya towering over you. He stares at you sharply as he goes to bite your thighs, you cutely whine and try to swat his head away while he chuckles. He lines his dick against your cunt again, he pushes in viciously that it sends your head rolling back. The mafioso snatches your jaw and brings your face close to his as he starts up a languid pace and hits you in the most perfect spots.

"You're so fucking cute, [Name]. Fuck! Just-hah-look at your cute little pussy squeezing my cock. You're just begging to get ruined by me, aren't you?"

"Nghh—no, Chuuya I—oh shit!"

Your boyfriend immediately gives you one ferocious thrust and goes still when he sees your eyes rolling back. He lightly slaps your cheek to bring back your attention.

"You're going to cum on my cock like the adorable doll that you are. And you're going to take my cum because you deserve it, understand?"

Chuuya sounded like he was threatening you with the way he was snarling and staring darkly at you. He was squeezing your jaw so aggressively that it was beginning to hurt.

"Do you fucking understand me?"

"Yes!"

"Good"

With that, Chuuya grabs your legs and hooks them over his shoulders. Your heart drops, and you gaze worryingly at your boyfriend when he begins to hover over you, slowly folding you in half. He fiercely pins your wrists in place, smirking devilishly down at you while you're panicking.

"No! Chuuya, wait! Don't—"

Chuuya cuts you off when he mercilessly thrusts forward, stealing a pornographic moan out of you. Tears gradually formed in your lashline as you helplessly watched your boyfriend fuck you in a mating press. The position was sending his cock deeper inside you as you allowed him to further bully your cervix. The pleasure was so mindblowing that it made you go limp. Chuuya laughs as he sees his adorable lover getting pounded senseless. Your eyes were literally at the back of your skull, your jaw was slack and drool was seeping out of the corner of your lips.

"Shit! Well, aren't you adorable—fuck, you're tightening around me again! Yeah, that's right, cum on my cock. Come on, come on, come on—"

Chuuya watches hungrily as your intense orgasm sends you convulsing and breathless under him. He hears you whimpering his name when you creamed around his cock. He stops as he lets your release properly pass through. To see you properly fucked out by him makes him impatient though, so he decides to continue pounding into you the second your orgasm passes. It didn't take long for you to get overstimulated.

"Gonna cum next, babydoll. Hah—shit, take all my cum. It's all yours, it's all fucking yours—"

The gravity manipulator was unable to hold back his release. He yells out a raspy moan as he went still and shoves his cock in you before flooding your walls with his seed. He hears you whimper with delight as he feeds your cunt with his thick cum. Chuuya doesn't pull away after, he leans down to give you a fervent kiss on the lips and bites your bottom lip in the process.

You felt tired and full of Chuuya's cum as you lay motionless in the bed. Your boyfriend felt more satisfied than guilty to see you in a fucked out mess. When your eyes begin to flutter close, he starts the aftercare. Eventually, you were cleaned and pulled close to Chuuya before falling asleep.

phew! time for me to touch grass now