#hiccupy

[adrugstorecowgirl]

daydreaming about girls who cry when they cum <33333

[wigglywormy]

Once again thinking about bakugou being tickled so hard he cries

[tuskittle]

I started back at the gym now i just gotta get the food intake sorted

Who feels like keeping me accountable because apparently I'm bad at that lmao

[cornerdreams-txt]

malik al-sayf snorts when he laughs and i will not be convinced otherwise

[selfconsciousfangirl]

I need to find a healthier time to write than 3am, mostly because I need to sleep human hours, but also because my cat has taken to sleeping on my chest, which makes it impossible to type ¯\(º_o)/¯

[writingforfishes]

When it comes to inducing, does Bran ever get more than he bargained for?

Ooh. That's actually a really good question. That would be an interesting theme to explore with him.

So, Bran is pretty prone to hiccups regardless of inducing. I imagine he sometimes gets them from things that normally make him hiccup without necessarily having wanted to get them at the time.

The good thing about his hiccups, when he knows where they came from, is he can get rid of them fairly easily.

I've been able to explore more about Bran's hiccups with another member here as we role play. If Bran gets really excited (aroused) his hiccups get faster. If someone else were to also be there and get aroused and, say, rub his belly or take notice in a positive way, his hiccups would also get "worse".

So, in a way, inducing for someone else as well as himself would absolutely give him hiccups more powerful and faster than he'd been expecting.

I do wonder, now, if Bran would ever induce somewhere and, for some reason, the hiccups he induces would be way more than he'd bargained for and what he would do in that situation. I think if he were at home he'd definitely please himself. But in a public situation I wonder if he'd cure himself or push his limits. It definitely gives me ideas to explore.

Now, if we were leaning more towards uncomfortable hiccups and if he induced somewhere and the hiccups caused discomfort and were harder to get rid of, I suppose that would be a different reaction. Depending on the company, he would probably either leave and go home to try and cure them (and probably get off if they weren't too painful) or wait them out (if they were too stubborn or painful to enjoy) or he would stay and allow himself to be cared for (as he kind of loves being cared for).

I'm in the middle of writing a story with him and his best friend where she comes to visit during one of his uninduced attacks. I'm fighting against the exposition, but she will definitely be caring for him.

Thank you for asking this as it absolutely has given me more ideas for him. As he doesn't really have anyone specific to act as a foil for his experiences, I've found him a little more difficult to define at times.

[dannystheone]

Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

[fictional-at-heart]

MIGHT have to go through my collection of whump prompts and see if I can’t get inspired for some Hiccup whump👀

[kuwdora]

I am perennially behind fandom chatter on tumblr parts, mostly cause my brain wants to move at the same speed as everyone else at the same time, but too much of my brain keeps me hanging back. today i am amply caffeinated and catching up with a great many fannish thoughts and feelings (and fic!).

but anyway. awhile back folks were talking about fantasy casting for the witcher books. and for me. i would love to see Ruth Negga as Kenna/Joanna Selborne. I really loved her in what I saw of Preacher and think she would make a great Kenna. also not for nothing but genderbend the casting of Regis so I can have Shoreh Agadashloo with thinning grey hair and vampire teeth. please. please. Her Regis monologue about the differences in human/vampire sexuality and mores would set my soul on fire. mwaghhh i would love it so much.

[rossithepixie]

Oh weird thing. When i woke up from anesthesia today i had hiccups and it was very annoying. Also first thing i asked the nurse for when she asked if i needed anything was not a glass of water but a cup of coffee please.

[kissbabie]

thinking about nagi, who, for some reason, absolutely loves fucking you in front of your plushies. it’s so embarrassing you think, but your usual lazy boyfriend gets such a kick out of it. he lines the headboard up with all your plushies pressed against it, their beady eyes staring right back at you as nagi’s got your hair fisted in one hand to lift your head up, while he’s fucking into you from behind like an absolute brute.

your voice had dissolved into high pitched sobs and hiccupy gasps, every syllable of whatever came out of your mouth slurred and breaking. your body shaking so much as you clawed weakly at the sheets, his hips slapping against your ass with every deep thrust of his thick cock pounding into your pussy, stretching you out so well. you couldn’t stop moaning, and your brain was already melting under the pressure of him deep inside you, his balls smacking against you. “sei, seishiro—! haah, p-please—! mm—ahh—!”

“look up,” he muttered, voice flat. his tone might’ve made him sound like he was completely bored, but the way his cock twitched inside you told you he was loving this. “c’mon, baby. show them your face.”

and you sobbed, trying to close your eyes again, but your curiosity got the better of you. and there your little plushies were, their stitched little smiles staring straight at you as nagi fucked you into the mattress.

“see?” he murmured, dragging his hips in slow, deep rolls that made you cry out. “they’re all watching. all of them. watching their cute owner get ruined.”

you sobbed harder, body twitching with each thrust. “they’re lookin’ at me—! i c-can’t do it—!”

“yeah, you can,” he said, still calm. his voice dipped lower, right beside your ear as his back pressed against your chest. “you let them sit there while you hump your pillow and stuff your panties with your plushies when i’m not here, right?”

“wha-? no! d-didn’t—haaah—! i didn’t do that—!”

he groaned softly. “liar.”

you choked out another messy “a-ahh—hah—hahhh—mmn—!” noise as his thrusts picked up, sloppier now, your slick noises filling the room. you were soaked, and still he held your head up, kept your teary eyes locked on the row of plushies silently watching you be used and impaled on his dick. “don’t look away,” he said, a little more breathless now. “they’re watching you. y’gonna let them see you get your cute pussy filled up.”

your body jolted, hips twitching wildly. “seeii, seishiro! m’gonna—g-gonna—ahhh—!”

“yeah?” he rasped. “gonna cum while your teddy bears stare at your fucked out face?”

you’ve never come harder in your life.

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[undercvrfan444]

Thrust after thrust burnt into your achy cervix, Satoru’s head was buried hotly between your shoulder and jaw. His hands engulfed your sides in a rough grip that was sure to leave blooming bruises for days. It was rare for Satoru to get this rough with you, which made it harder so to muster up the syllables of your safe word.

Your boyfriend was rough between the sheets. You knew this. Felt it. However in the odd moments when his pupils are blown a touch wider than normal, smooth silky hair is flat against his face, and whenever his hands touch you they leave irritating bites in their wake, you knew Satoru just needed to get out some pent up emotions.

It wasn’t that you were scared to use your safe word! Completely the opposite actually. You just didn’t want to deprive Satoru of whatever release he needed. Anytime you were angry or had some sort of balled up emotional issues Satoru would let you get it out however you needed, why wouldn’t you do the same for him?

All composure you had snapped though when pearly white teeth sank bitterly into your flesh. Tears of pain sprung from your eyes rapidly as you writhed and squirmed away from the man above you. Pain radiated from your shoulder through your chest at the sudden bite on top of being jackhammered into.

“Red! Red, Satoru stop!” Hiccupy, gurgled words echoed between you two. Any movement Satoru made stopped immediately, his hands releasing their bruising grip on your sides. Two wide eyes bore into you, blue beginning to seep into them again. Ever so carefully Satoru moved to slip out of you eliciting a sharp whine to pull out of your throat.

Fat gobs of salty water continued to roll as Satoru softly pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back while he rocked back and forth. “Toru, i’m sorry, I Jus-“

Two white brows furrowed harshly at hearing the watery apologies from you. Easing you away from his chest, Satoru kisses your cheeks. “Stop. Stop it baby, why are you sorry?”

Time seemed to slow down as you clung to the feeling of chaste kisses being pressed into your face. Each one of his soft lips chased away the self doubt and anxious thoughts. “B-because I know you have been s-so stressed and just wanted to make you feel better!”

A quiet smile appeared on Satoru’s face. He loved how sweet you were but honestly couldn’t get over the fact he had pushed you so far over the edge you used your safe word. “Baby girl listen, you should never ever feel sorry for using your safe word. We have it for a reason, and I should be the one to apologize for making you use it.”

[machveil]

for the domestic whores, I’ve got you. Simon Riley x SingleParent!Reader🎀✨

Simon Riley who comes home from a deployment, headache throbbing behind his eyes as he jams his key into his flat’s doorknob. he’s absolutely exhausted, limbs heavy and chest a little tight with stress. he doesn’t even manage to kick off his boots before he’s falling back onto his couch, running a rough hand down his face as he sighs. everything is fine. a beer or three and some god awful realty show to turn his brain off always manages to make him pass out. yeah, a smoke or two and he can drift off, eyelids already droopy with sleep. then the crying starts

a slow glance to his left, fingers twitching slightly. there wasn’t a neighbor there before he left, and now some infant is screaming it’s bloody head off. it’ll stop soon. it’ll stop and Simon can fall into the pattern he’s set for himself. it’ll stop. it’s just a baby, someone’s got to make it stop. “No, no, no— it’s okay! Ssh, oh, honey—”, a muffled voice crooning through his walls, were the walls to his flat always so thin? a hiccupy wail cries out, sobs shortly following, “Sweetheart, look— it’s teddy! You love teddy.”, louder cries echoing through the air. maybe they don’t love teddy. with a groan, Simon stands up. today’s not the day for this, and he hates being that neighbor, but he needs peace and quiet

not even a minute later and he’s stepping down the hall, three quick knocks ringing out on his neighbors door. a deep breath leaves him as the crying continues, eyebrows raising slightly as the sound gets louder, the soft pad of walking overshadowed. there’s a soft click before the door opens and— Simon’s never seen you before. hair a little messy, faint eyebags, and a chunky little baby wailing on your hip. there’s a pause as you look up at him, and, god, there’s a lot to look at. a disposable medical mask he never took off, dressed nearly all in black, and looming past your doorframe. “Tha’s got to stop.”, short and curt, voice deep and rumbly

it’s only after he speaks does the little menace on your hip pipe down, bleary eyes blinking as they look up at the solider. glancing down at the baby, a soft little gurgle and grabby hands catch his eyes. delighted little noises as they reach their tiny arms out for him, “How’d you do that?”, you ask. your wide eyed expression makes him scoff, “What?”, happy little giggles reach Simon’s ears. “Say something else—”, you plead softly, readjusting your hold to cradle the baby, “They keep crying and I don’t know what to do— I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen them stop like that.”, you sound so tired, drained as you sway back and forth slightly. say something else. “‘M Simon.”

[shariasweet]

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p.jjongseong 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: -1k 𐙚𝓢harinote ::: I've been meaning to write for jay forever because I love him sosososo much, he's so handsome and sweet and amazing :( 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: missionary · insecurity (? reader won't stop hiding) · overstimulation (?) · pet names · unprotected sex [be safe!!!] · not proofread, perusal.

you feel the weight of his hand on your jaw before you even finish attempting to cover yourself up. jay's fingers dig into your cheeks just enough to make your lips pucker as you gasp.

“stop fucking hiding,” he cups your jaw with his thumb tracing the swell of your bottom lip. his voice is low and unforgiving. “i want to see you.”

you shake your head before you can even think about what you're doing.

his eyes carefully admire your trembling body—how perfect you look beneath him... it’s all too much—the way jay's looking at you or the way he grunts when you clench around him, his bruising grip tightening on your waist. you can't control your body or the embarrassingly pornographic moans that keep ripping from your throat... "jay..." you whine as he releases your jaw, fucking into you even harder.

you can't take it. you're flushed and ashamed—reaching for the pillow behind you in hopes of covering your face and masking the soft little cries you can't help but let out. but before you can even turn to bury your cheeks into the cushion, he pulls back, ramming into you hard.

your back arches off the bed like it’s instinct.

“jay—”

“look at me.” he yanks your wrists from in front of your face, pinning them up over your head with one hand, whilst he leans over you, chest flush against yours. “you think i’m gonna let you act all shy after the way you were begging for it ten minutes ago? huh?”

tears swelled up in your eyes, the pleasure warming up your entire body as he forces you to look at him in the face. you can’t even form words anymore, just pathetic little whimpers that make him groan—make him roll his hips even sharper than before.

the headboard knocks against the wall and your legs shake. jay feels satisfaction bubbling in his stomach as he watches everything.

“there she is,” he breathes. “fuck. there’s my pretty girl.” he gasps, "'hate it when you hide... 'want to hear all those filthy sounds, and see that gorgeous face while I fuck you, baby."

you can’t hide. not your face, not your sounds, not the way you come undone when he tells you you’re his.

he’s relentless. basking in every flutter of your lashes, every cry that slips past your swollen lips as he drives his cock into the tight, dripping heat of your cunt.

“come on… cum, y/n. be a good girl for me,” he pants, voice cracking with want. “let me see you, baby. wanna see your face when you make a mess all over my cock, yeah?”

your mouth drops open, eyes rolling as your whole body tightens, then trembles beneath him. it’s not graceful. it’s messy and wet and overwhelming, and he doesn’t stop.

“fuck, that’s it—there you go, baby,” jay growls, watching you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “just like that. let me feel you, yeah? fuck, you're so good for me.”

your cunt pulses around him, milking his cock, and he curses low under his breath, jaw tight as he fucks you through every last wave of it. you’re sobbing now—sweet, hiccupy little gasps that sound like his name.

“look at you,” he whispers, voice almost fond now. he finally releases your wrists, and his hand slides down to cradle your cheek. “could watch you fall apart all day…”

you’re dazed, blinking up at him, lips parted like you’ve forgotten how to close them. your skin’s hot and damp, your thighs still twitching from the aftershocks.

he slows down, finally, hips stuttering until he pushes in deep one last time and groans, low and broken. you feel it—the way he fills you, the warmth of it spilling out before he even pulls back.

jay stays over you, still buried inside, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face with the backs of his fingers.

“you okay?” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours.

you nod, barely. your limbs feel like jelly. your mouth can’t quite form words, but he gets it. he sees it in your eyes.

“so good, baby,” he murmurs again, kissing your temple. “so fucking perfect for me.”

[emmyrosee]

Imagine having a kid with Sukuna and him urging you to have a day out after giving birth and taking care of the baby so you can have a fun stress free day with friends, and then him having a daddy daughter date. I thought it’s cute 🥰

oh… oh you KNOW HOW I FEEEEEEEEL ABOUT A DAD!AU (bro this got so long im sO SORRY-)

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“Okay, there’s three bottles of milk in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

“And her melts are in the cabinet!”

“I know, I live here too.”

“Oh! And her stuffed lamb is her favorite to nap with-“

“Babe,” Sukuna laughs, wrapping an arm around you. In his other arm, Akiara is held securely, with an arm under her thighs to keep her perched against his chest, the pacifier in her mouth bouncing as she rattles a small toy in her hands. “I got this. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but if you need me, call me.”

“I’m not going to call you. Go have fun,” he encourages. Deep down, he knows you’re terrified to leave the baby with anyone for more than 15 minutes, always keeping her in close proximity and within earshot. The farthest you’ve gone is to shower while Sukuna indulges with tummy time, and it seems that every time, you’re surprised the house hasn’t crumbled in the brief period.

But Akiara is five months now. And your friends begged you to come shopping with them, missing you from outings with the group. Sukuna knows you trust him implicitly, but your separation anxiety is physically felt in the air this point. He pulls you in for a hug and presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “go. If the house catches on fire, I’ll call you. Otherwise, I can handle a few hours with my own spawn.” You tense slightly, and he offers you a stern look, “do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but-“

“Then let me take care of everything. Go.”

You offer him a shaky sigh and make your way over to Akiara in his arms, “mommy loves you so much, okay?” You whisper. She babbles and grabs your hair, and Sukuna can see the nervous tears welling up. “I’ll be home in two hours tops.”

“Don’t time yourself,” he chuckles. “Go with your girlfriends. I gave you the credit card, go buy some clothes, or a necklace, or those expensive ass pastries you love so much.” Then, he nods his head towards the door, “scram. Before you cry your mascara off.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Okay-“ you blow them both a few kisses as you slowly make your way to the door, “I love you both so much. Behave. Oh, and nap time is at 1:30-“

“Babe. Go,” he snickers. He watches as you open the door and walk backwards out, your eyes focused on the two of them until the door shuts fully, keeping you outside and them on the inside. Sukuna sighs in relief and he adjusts Akiara to be held arms length, “you, stinky girl, need a bath,” he hums, and when the little girl coos, he brings her tiny body up to his mouth to playfully bite her chubby belly, hiccupy laughter filling the air briefly before he pulls a face of disgust and holds her back out. “Yeah. You stink. Like a lot.”

Sukuna wastes no time in setting up her bathtub and cleansing the tiny child with her soaps, letting her splash the warm water for some time until she reaches up for him. He barely gets her out of the tub and into a towel before his phone buzzes wildly. He sighs and answers it, “do I have to block your number?”

“No!” You whine. “I just wanted to see how things were going. I just got to the restaurant, wanted to make sure everything was okay before I ate.”

“Well the dog got out, I broke a vase and our kid went to college, so not great,” he says flatly, and when you huff in annoyance, and smirks, “everything is fine. She just had a bath, I’m trying to dry her off, and then we’re going to watch some of those dancing fruits she likes so much. Goodbye.”

“Wait- you bathed her before you fed her?” You ask.

He pulls his mouth into a straight line, “yes. Because she smelt like shit fart-“

“Sukuna!” You snap.

“If I have to bathe her again, I will. It’s not the end of the world,” he tries to soothe. When you click your tongue he chuckles again. “Okay. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” you say, ending the phone call. He pockets the device and looks down at his child. “Shes your mother alright,” he says. His daughter merely babbles and chews on her fingers. He gets her settled into a clean diaper before hoisting her back and onto his hip, making his way to the living room, resting her on his massive stomach and clicking on the TV for some entertainment. There’s a baseball game on, surely you won’t mind if he indulges while his baby lays on his chest.

The colors are good stimulation.

“Who you got money on?” He asks Akiara, who blinks eyes like yours up at him. When she smiles a gummy smile, he shrugs, “I don’t know. They’ve got a really good pitcher.” His thick fingers gently stroke up and down her spine, so gently and warm that he feels Akiara’s breathing slowly even out, his little girl falling asleep on his chest. He winces, he knows you’re not going to be thrilled about an early nap time, but who the hell is he to wake a sleeping baby?

A sleeping baby who sleeps for hours. You’re going to be pissed at him.

By the time the game is over, Akiara is still fast asleep on his chest, tiny hands balled into fists as her long lashes lay on her cheeks. Sukuna’s gotta give you credit, you haven’t called or texted since her bath, and now it’s well into four hours since you’ve left and you’re still out with your friends. He’s proud of you.

He’s not sure how long in total Akiara was sleeping for, but not long after the game, she slowly twitches awake, eyes fluttering open before fixating on him. He watches fondly as her body slowly wakes up, starting with her sleepy eyes that blink open, followed by her mouth which opens to let out the smallest yawn.

“Good morning, sleepy girl,” he hums, gently cradling the back of her head. “Was that a good nap?” Akiara merely thunks her head back against his chest in response. He kisses her head softly before standing up, shuffling to the kitchen to grab one of the prepared bottles from the fridge. He pops it in her mouth, where her tiny fists assist him in holding it. The child drinks the milk happily, wide eyes blinking as she downs the beverage hungrily. He smirks, “definitely my kid.”

With that, you come home.

He can tell by the jingling of keys you’re trying to hurry in as fast as possible, and he snickers at your struggle. Once the door finally creaks open, you haul your bags into the home and kick the door shut, smiling as your eyes land on your little family. “Hey you.”

“What’s up?” He hums, kissing you as you get close. “How was it?”

“It was great!” You squeal, and he can’t fight the way his heart squeezes at your excitement. “I got some new dresses, a pair of heels, some perfumes- oh, and I got you a cologne-“

“That’s my girl,” he says, but he can tell your attention is focused on the small girl he’s currently burping, and he shrugs, “you want to take over?”

When you nod sheepishly, he gently passes Akiara over to you, and you coo down at her, “hi, Mumma’s girl,” you coo, and she burps loudly in your face. “Well excuse you!”

Sukuna can’t fight the laughter that barks from his throat, snickers tearing through until you’re smiling and shaking your head, and he pulls you in for another hug.

He loves that his small family fits in his arms.

[satoruined]

cramps. out of pads. kill me </3

the text was mostly a complaint, sent from your bed in a haze of cramps and boredom. you’d already bummed one off nobara. you were just curled up like a shrimp, phone in hand, while your uterus made a compelling case for euthanasia.

you didn’t mean for it to be a distress signal.

his phone screen lights up between reps, sweat dripping from his chin onto the mat. he reads it, and says nothing—though the slight furrow of his brow makes yuji look over.

“everything okay?”

“yeah.” megumi wipes his face. “just heading out.”

fifteen minutes later he’s in the feminine hygiene aisle of the nearest drugstore, scanning the rows of products. long. winged. unscented. overnight… but with or without lotion? he crouches to read the fine print. a mother walks by with her toddler and visibly side-eyes him. he ignores it.

when the knock comes, you assume it’s nobara. but when you open the door, it’s your boyfriend—backlit in the hall, holding out a white plastic bag by the handle like it offended him personally. inside: your exact brand of pads, a bar of dark chocolate, and a travel-size ibuprofen packet.

something about the simplicity of it makes your eyes sting unexpectedly. stupid hormones. a wet, hiccupy laugh escapes you, as you half-shield your face with your hand. he’s still just standing there, calm as ever, watching you with the same poker face he wears every day. and when you finally reach out and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest, megumi sighs, then rests his chin on top of your head.