#i have my eye on cute chairs at ikea

[yourplaceinaugust]

my roommate officially moved out yesterday (she hasn't lived here for a few months but her stuff was still here) and so i was finally able to buy a proper kitchen table and my parents helped me set it up today and im so excited ive literally just been sitting at the table for hours

[vampirehoon]

txt reactions when you fall asleep on a couch (_ _ )z

a/n ✧ this is my first try at group reactions and i hope they’re ok. i would love to do more of these with requests of what to do. i would gladly take requests (also thank you for the likes!)

✧ YEONJUN

he’d been showering before he’d join you to watch a movie together but he took longer than you expected.

he found you fast sleep on the couch, pillows propping your head up and a blanket draped over your legs and waist.

ofc this man would find you very adorable, covering his wide smile as he fondly takes a pictures to stop himself from saying how cute you are out loud (he doesn’t want to wake u up.. yet)

he’d leave you to tidy up your bedroom so he could wake you up and take you to bed.

insisting he hold you bridal style back to bed, you held onto him weakly and he brought you to bed safely.

you two got cozy in bed, in each other’s arms, and yeonjun’s smile didn’t fade even after falling into deep sleep.

✩ SOOBIN

soobin promised you that the two of you would head back home before your heels would cause you pain.

the party and you and soobin went to was amazing and lively but at what cost when you could feel the blisters developing on the back of ankle

soobin found himself deep in a conversation with a friend of his and you found a soft couch to land on and take off your heels.

the couch felt like heaven and your feet felt way better that you drifted to sleep on the couch.

soobin ended the conversation, knowing that’s it late and he should get you home and when he finds you on the couch asleep, he doesn’t want to disturb you.

he brings a chair beside you, as you took up all of the small couch, and admired you silently. he’d ease you awake by playing with your hair.

he’d eventually get you fully awake, carry you (along with your heels) to the car, and head home to sleep properly.

✧ BEOMGYU

you and beomgyu travelled to place similar to ikea to browse furniture and also to mess around

you and beomgyu faking a dinner in a simulation kitchen and laughing when he hit his head with a cabinet (you felt bad but couldn’t stop laughing)

it baffles you how fast you got exhausted with him, and it didn’t help when beomgyu invited you to test out some couches

he’d stretch his arms out to you, whining“lay with me”, and you’d roll your eyes and join him.

he made them really comfortable and the third one, beomgyu joked if you both could lay here for a minute or so.

so he did and it didn’t help you at all, your blinks got heavy and you didn’t want to fall asleep in a store but you did

beomgyu could tell you feel asleep when he moved his head and you held him tighter.

he thought you were absolutely adorable, and totally would buy the couch now so he wouldn’t have to move you or disturb your nap.

he said to you he’d love to snuggle at home as he woke you back up.

�� TAEHYUN

taehyun had an opportunity to take you along with him to a friend meet up dinner.

the place you ate at was really elegant and the food was really delicious.

a bit too delicious that you ate more than you normally would.

food coma hit you as soon as taehyun and his friends excused themselves from the table to go to the bathroom. you were left in the booth alone where you all sat - absolutely full.

you only rested your head down on the seat to rest but you ended up falling asleep.

and it seemed like you were drunk because you were out cold and one of taehyun’s friends asked if he had let you drink.

which he laughed at, and gave you a bit more time to sleep. you can’t sleep there forever and taehyun knew there was a way more comfortable bed waiting for you at home.

taehyun woke you up and adorned a smile, softly speaking to you. “let’s get you home cutie.”

✧ KAI

you and kai had spent a good chunk of the afternoon building a couch you got from ikea

many troubles of finding pieces and having to double check lead to being very tired.

you built it and enjoyed the couch in its glory, sitting and then stretching along the cushions

kai thought drinks would be refreshing after this hard work so he excused himself to go get some from the kitchen.

he spent a bit deciding whether water or lemonade would be more refreshing and ultimately picked water.

he came back and saw that you fell asleep and he found it endearing. he understood and was curious for himself of how comfortable this couch was.

without hesitation, and with the same fatigue, kai joined you on the couch and fell asleep beside you.

opening his eyes later to bring you into his chest so you could snuggle better.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolates vs Aliens Pt. 2

Symbrock x Pregnant!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, PiV sex, unprotected sex, fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, anxiety, mentioned somnophilia (consented), lactation kink(?), oral sex (f! receiving)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Taglist: @yoink-a-doink @jayfall93 @being-worthy @theflamingraven

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Every day passed meant it was another day your baby girl grew, another kick, another day closer to being able to hold her in your arms and see her tiny face.

Of course, Eddie and Venom were excited, too. You guys moved fast, but everything came in stride, as if you were together for years. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding the three of you, you were content. Eddie and Venom treated the baby as if they fathered it, and you couldn't be happier. Even if you and Venom were in a constant battle for dominance when it came to chocolate. (Spoiler: you almost always won.)

You especially loved it when Venom cradled your belly. He did it at every available opportunity he could snag. Eddie meanwhile took care of a few more mundane things, splitting with Venom the duties of helping your changing body as your due date closed in on you.

Eddie would massage your feet and swollen ankles, while Venom's inky body would surround your midsection, taking the weight of the baby up off your hips, easing the strain on your back...

But your favorite day so far has to be today.

Because right now, you were currently watching Eddie and Venom snap at each other as they struggled to assemble the crib you ordered online.

No written directions were included, merely pictures of most of the crib already assembled; and the two already had to take it apart three times to start over.

"No, that part goes to that part and that one goes there!" Eddie snapped as the symbiote held a screwdriver and a piece of the railing in a long inky tendril.

Venom growled deeply, "WE ARE NEVER BUYING ANYTHING FROM IKEA EVER AGAIN!"

"No the fuck we are not." Eddie huffed. "We're better off buying furniture at a goddamn yard sale!"

You giggled from where you rocked on your reclining chair, your belly heavy and rounded out; effectively making you look like you swallowed a melon whole.

Eddie and Venom snap their heads to pout at you.

"What're you laughing at?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, we'd like to see you try to put something like this together!" Venom snorted.

"Nah, I already have my hands full putting together something waaaay more intricate." You snort back, looking through the cozy baby clothes you'd bought yesterday.

New Years was approaching, and you knew full well you would be due around then, and your poor tiny baby would be absolutely freezing! So you took the preemptive and bought little newborn winter clothes for your girl, including a cute little fluffy teddy onesie with a hood that had cute little ears on it.

"Oh, yeah?" Venom asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.

"Yep." You pat your tummy, and the skin shifts as a tiny foot kicks from within.

"...Okay yeah fair point." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeahhh, mommy wins again!" You grin, patting your belly once more, earning yet another eager kick as you imagine it to be a high-five.

"What, are you keeping score now?" Eddie sighs, pointing the screwdriver at you.

"Damn right I am." You grin. "Mommy points for the win!"

"And how many points do we have?" Venom inquired, tilting his head.

"Not enough to beat meeeee~"

Both of them snorted and shook their heads, before turning back to the task of assembling the frustrating crib that would soon, very soon, cradle your newborn daughter.

If Eddie or Venom ever put her down, that is.

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Christmas came and went in what felt like the blink of an eye. Your little celebration was small, and you even invited Mrs Chen over to join in on your festivities.

Which mostly consisted of pizza, a sandwich board, and chicken wings, plus a few homemade goodies that Ms Chen brought with her. Not the best meal idea, but it was a party, and damn those wings were good.

You and Venom even gifted Sonny and Cher a nice little seed treat you baked for them as a Christmas present for being "such good birdies".

Baking for chickens, now that was a first. But hearing their happy little clucks as Venom petted them and talked baby to them was absolutely adorable and worth the trouble. As were the large eggs afterwards!

Your mood swings had petered out about two or three months ago (you weren't sure, but Eddie insisted when you didn't break into tears watching a documentary about penguins) and unfortunately, well...

There are other symptoms of a pregnancy that you really thought you could stave off. You tried, you really did, but Venom having such heightened senses and being able to pick up on your scent and hormones? Oh, yeah. You were screwed.

Literally. In several different ways. You'd only had sex once or twice in a previous relationship, and with how disappointing that was, you definitely preferred to handle your urges yourself.

Where your ex-partner previously failed, Venom and Eddie were overachievers.

Taking great care with your belly and baby, they did whatever they could to ensure you were comfortable before making you so strung out your brain could barely form a coherent thought. Between Venom's tongue and Eddie's hands, you were a whimpering, trembling mess when the two would take you to bed.

Venom was especially ravenous in his sexual appetite. After learning more about sex and the pleasure it brought since bonding with Eddie... Where his host was a meal, you were a full-course desert that he would lose himself in.

Some nights, when he would climb through your window, he would immediately seek you out, drawn in by the lingering adrenaline from the hunt and the smell of you.

When you weren't moving about your apartment, Venom could find you in bed, sleeping fitfully. That was when he would crawl up under the blankets and find his way between your legs, not letting up until you woke up a panting mess.

Yeah, definitely the best way to be woken up, in your opinion. There were worse ways. Waaaay worse. Especially because your pregnancy-libido certainly wasn't complaining, the rush of endorphins afterwards would help outweigh the growing anxiety as the days passed.

Every day meant you were closer to your due date. Every day meant you were closer to experiencing possibly the worst pain you will ever feel in your life.

And there was the chance something could go wrong, that your baby could get stuck, or the umbilical cord could wrap around her, or she could be in a breech position...

You feel Eddie's hands gently encircle you, lazily draped over your shoulders as you sat in the shower chair, the warm water pattering over you two. It was New Year's Eve, and you two decided a calm, relaxing shower was a nice way to unwind before you poked your head out of your window to watch the fireworks people would inevitably launch to usher in the new year.

"Hey, sweets." He said to you softly, his thumbs brushing your collarbone softly. "We can feel your pulse jumping like crazy. You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just..." You sigh.

"Liar." Eddie chuckled, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to press his thumbs into your weak spots, making you shiver and drag out a soft noise from you.

"C'mon." He urged gently as he massaged you, sending delightful shivers down your back and to your toes and all the way back up again.

"You can tell us, sweets. You thinking about the delivery again?"

You deflate a little, the bliss of his skilled hands drifting away from your grasp as the weight of your baby's birth came back to your mind.

"...Yeah. I'm just... I'm so, so worried, Eddie." You say, feeling your lip begin to wobble.

"I've read so many horrible things online of how it could go wrong, and..."

Venom's head suddenly slinks around you until his strange body is stretched so he could look you in the eyes.

"But there's also good things." He rumbled. "You might have a quick birth, not having to go through it for hours or even days..."

"And hey, you might even be one of those ladies who sneezes and pop! The baby's out!" Eddie added in, making Venom groan.

You can help but chuckle at how absurd it sounded, and you knew Venom was inwardly cringing at such a naive suggestion.

"I doubt I'll be that lucky." You sigh, a smile finally gracing your soft lips.

"Hey! You never know!"

"Idiot." Venom huffed.

"Shithead." Eddie smirked.

You feel your anxieties settle a bit, at least for now.

Your hands trail over your belly, over the thin purple lines crossing your skin, your fingers gently caressing the rising and falling bumps as your baby shifted and rolled around inside your womb.

"...Willow." Venom suddenly said.

You and Eddie blinked and stared at him, brows raised and eyes large, a long silence filling the shower as the water ran over you.

"What?" You ask him.

"For a name. You're gonna be due any day now." He purred, leaning his face closer to your belly.

"Still haven't settled on one."

"Where did you hear that name, Vee?" Eddie asked, shock evident in his tone.

"In some TV show I flicked through when you two were asleep. I like it." He replied simply, pressing his muzzle to your belly, feeling the tiny feet and hands thrash out from within.

"Okay, as far as names go that's... actually a good one." Eddie murmured.

"...Willow." You repeat softly.

It was a beautiful name. And honestly... You liked it. You had yet to pick a name for yourself, indecision being your worst enemy your entire life made the process that much harder.

Picking a name was one of your fears, too. You wanted your daughter to have a wonderful one; one she could carry with pride, and the pressure you placed on yourself to pick the perfect one was what screwed you up on that.

But this name, the one Venom suggested felt... right.

"Yeah." You smile once again. "Yeah. Her name can be Willow."

Venom grinned a shark-like grin and nuzzled his face into your belly like a happy affectionate cat, purring like one, too.

"Well, I'm glad that's a weight off of you." Eddie chuckled, resuming his earlier massage into your shoulders, earning another blissful sigh from you.

Yeah... Things will work out. After all, as long as you had these two with you, you felt like you could handle anything.

You relaxed and leaned into Eddie's touch, a little whimper escaping you as his thumbs knead into a knot in your shoulders.

Venom grinned up at you, and you knew fell the glint in his eyes meant you were in trouble.

And you knew that Eddie had the same smirk.

"No point in hiding it, sweet thing." Venom growled lowly, his tongue laving out to taste the skin on your hip, tracing the stretch marks etched into your skin.

"We know what gets you going." Eddie said quietly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

You shivered when Venom's tongue slithered lower, past the swell of your midsection and down to your twitching clit.

"It's n-not my fault..." You whined, your voice cut off by a breathy moan as you felt Venom's tongue squirm past your entrance and into your tight, gummy walls.

"Of course not." Eddie hummed, massaging your shoulders as you arched your spine as little as you could; Venom's inky body slinked around you, enveloping you and keeping you from slipping off the shower chair in the process while he proceeded to eat you out with voracious hunger.

Eddie hissed suddenly, his fingers halting in their ministrations to squeeze you softly.

"Eddie, what--" You panted.

But that's when you felt it. The water was getting cold.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed, hm?" Venom cackled.

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"Eddie, fuck..." You whimpered fingers gripping tight into your bedsheets as Eddie rutted his nose against your clit, his lips and tongue dancing through your soaked folds as his hands pawed at your hips, bringing you down closer every time you squirmed away.

As Eddie devoured you, part of Venom's mass was completely surrounding his cock, sucking and stroking in time with his tongue as it pushed and pulled against your weeping cunt.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. As much as you wanted more, you also wanted to push him away because the sensations were beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as you felt that blissful feeling begin roll into a roaring crescendo, threatening to overtake you and make your heart patter out of your lungs.

God, you wished your belly wasn't in the way so you could see what he looked like between your legs. One day, soon.

Or, well... At least once you were fully recovered after the birth. Which would probably be a while.

You were so lost in Eddie's mouth working you over that you didn't notice Venom leering at you, saliva dripping around his fangs as his eyes narrowed to barely-there slits, focused intently on your heaving breasts; both long since swollen and sensitive as your milk came in.

You certainly didn't notice the small beads of hazy white liquid beading up and threatening to roll down the soft mounds of flesh as your orgasm approached.

"Oh, fuck--" You gasped, weakly rolling your hips to meet Eddie's eager mouth.

For a split second, you hear Venom snarl softly, before all of a sudden his mouth was on you, latching onto your pebbled nipple, his tongue rolling and squeezing your breast to get out every drop of that sweet liquid he could.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned, pulling back to breathe heavily.

Venom made sure Eddie could taste your milk as he drank from you readily, the flavor coating his tongue and flooding his taste buds to combine with the sweet taste of your nectar that coated his face and chin.

It was an intoxicating combination.

Eddie's eyes rolled a bit as he dove back in, aggressively sucking and nipping at your clit, gently prodding your entrance with his fingers as Venom proceeded to try and drain your breasts of all their milk.

All at once, the combined feelings had your mind blacking out, every muscle tensing as you came; your teeth snagging your bottom lip between them and you made a loud moan, barely able to string their names out of your mouth as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from you and rises to his knees while Venom pulls himself free (albeit reluctantly) of your breast, licking the stray rivulets of milk that had begun to run down the sides of your tits.

"So sweet, love." He purred, licking his chops. "But we need more."

Venom's head merged back into Eddie's body, his inky mass slinking down his arms until it was comfortably arching your hips and back off the bed while Eddie rutted his sensitive cock against your sensitive cunt, still fluttering and clenching around nothing as the remnants of your orgasm waned.

But every lazy stroke of his hips sent little bolts of lightning arcing through your nerves, stretching out the little aftershocks just a bit farther as he carefully slid his cock into your hungry cunt.

"Fucking tight." Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes pinching shut.

"Not gonna last long, sweets." He rasped.

Between Venom working his cock over and edging him while he ate you out, and how your silky wet heat enveloped him so wonderfully tight, he could already feel himself getting lost in your body.

"Eddie, please..." You keened, your fingers going to grip at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin with each plunge of his cock into your needy hole.

He was careful with you, trying not to jostle you (and the baby) too much as he fucked you.

You felt the pressure build up low in your belly once more, squeezing down and sending another tight feeling down your spine as you became hyper-aware of every vein in his cock as he glided in and out of your hole.

"Almost, baby, almost..." Eddie breathed, wriggling one of his wrists free so he could brace it in the pillow by your head to give himself a bit of leverage as he rocked his hips into yours.

He could feel his orgasm climbing fast; sweat dripping down his brow as your delicate hands slid over his shoulders. The way you bit your lip and locked eyes with him only drove him further into no man's land.

"Fuck." He moaned weakly, his pace stuttering and dragging out as he felt the first volley of cum shoot out of his sensitive tip.

He had enough control to pull out, rutting his hips over your belly as the rest of his cum shot over your swollen belly and twitching pussy, his cock once more rutting against you as he came hard.

Your teeth grit and your nails dug in as Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting hard into your damp skin as you feel a sensation you were almost familiar with burst low, a fresh burst of wetness gushing from you are the pressure on your lower spine builds and tingles.

"Oh, fuck." You swallow. "Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, pulling back to look down at you with an almost cocky smile on his face.

"I think my water broke."

He and Venom both immediately began to panic.

"WHAT?!"

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The scrambling to get to the hospital moved by you in a blur. One minute Eddie was hastily dressing you in one of your sundresses, slippers, and a pair of panties, the next you were carried like some sort of fairytale princess down to the car park.

Good luck getting an ambulance out to your place tonight...

Eddie and Venom bickered the whole time to your car, your hospital bag prepped and slung over Eddie's shoulder as he guided you down to your car.

They sat you in the passenger seat and helped you buckle in as the first set of contractions ripple through you. As the pain flashed, you couldn't help but be reminded by your earlier concerns.

You read that some women felt pain for days, or hours before their water broke. Why were you only feeling it now? Was that a bad thing? Was something wrong?

Fuck, you knew it would hurt, but... you weren't prepared for the sudden sharp stabbing. You expected it to start as a throb and build from there, not immediately start out like someone was hacking away at your lower half.

When you arrived at the hospital, Eddie had actually slipped and busted his ass on the freshly mopped floor in his haste to fetch you a wheelchair.

You would have laughed, if you hadn't been gripping the safety handle in the car, screaming as another sharp jolt stabbed through you.

A few nurses even chased him out, harping about how he could have a concussion from falling, but quieted when they saw what had him in such a frantic rush.

Your baby girl was coming, whether you were ready or not.

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It had been close to four hours, and you were almost ready to deliver; nearly fully dilated, as your obstetrician cheerfully announced, a smile so cheerful and calm you almost kicked her in the face.

She was less impressed with Eddie, however, as she pulled him out of the delivery room to talk.

"We'll be right back, luv." She assured you sweetly.

"Uh... Is--is everything okay? You were saying they were okay, and--" He blurted out nervously.

"No, no, she's fine." She assured him, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

"Then what..."

"I couldn't help but notice how hesitant she was to tell me how she went into labor. But I have to know, did she fall? Injure her belly in any way?" She questions.

"No! No, god no." Eddie said, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing like that!"

She crossed her arms and tapped her finger on her bicep, a thick brow quirking upwards on her freckled brow.

"...Were the two of you having sex?"

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh... I, er..." Eddie put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, casting a look into the room where you were read-faced and sweaty while the nurses wiped your face with a towel while your hands gripped the handles in the birthing chair you were seated in.

He blew a puff of air out of his cheeks.

God, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The embarrassment of the situation was too much for him, having this teeny tiny Irish woman stare him down.

"I'm not judging you." She says flatly, not letting him escape her microscopic gaze. "But I have to tell you that there is a reason we tell pregnant patients to avoid penetrative sex, or excessive sex this late into their third trimester. It can make them go into labor."

She clicked her tongue and sighed. "You're lucky that she was so close to her due date that the baby isn't in any real danger. But it was still reckless. Regardless if she consented or not, this sort of thing can be dangerous, you hear me?"

Eddie wilted, feeling very much like a puppy who got caught wee'ing on the carpet, shame and mortification filling every inch of his body. Even Venom felt this way, cringing internally at the truths the doctor spat at them as she gave her lecture.

Her rant was cut short when you made a sharp yelp, jerking and clutching at your belly and one of the nurses came rushing to the doorway.

"Doctor O'Halloran, she's ready. We can already feel the baby's head. Looks like this baby wants out now!" She said, absolutely calm and no concern in her voice. If anything, she sounded excited!

Eddie meanwhile was frantic as O'Halloran clicked her tongue again, checking her watch with an almost bored glance. "Huh. Look't that. Well! Let's get this baby out of her! Adjust the chair so she's a bit more comfortable."

She grinned at Eddie, "Well? C'mon, Papa! You better be in here to see your baby girl!"

He felt his heart surge and flop in his chest when she said that. It was finally settling in.

Papa.

Their baby. Their baby girl.

Eddie had scrambled to behind the chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around you.

He was glad he had Venom to strengthen his body, because god, could he swear you had suddenly gained incredible super strength as you began to push, crying and screaming as your lungs were squeezed of air, the pain so blinding you had actually fainted for a few seconds, all while not losing your inhumanly tight grip on his hand.

You had shouted more obscenities than Eddie and Venom had ever heard you swear, in between crying and apologizing for saying them and fainting like a messed up cycle.

Doctor O'Halloran assured Eddie this was normal rather calmly as you came to yet again, just to cry and scream again as your body struggled to push the baby free of your birth canal.

The smell of blood immediately had Venom wanting to surge forth, despite knowing there was nothing he could do for you currently except support you from inside of Eddie as you endured the most painful struggle of your life and he bore witness to something he'd never seen with his own eyes.

The bringing of a life into the world.

It hurt the both of them, to see you hurting so badly as you strained to bring Willow out for the world to see. Thankfully, as Venom had hoped earlier in the night, your birth was going quickly.

Not painlessly, of course, oh no. Definitely not painless.

"The moment we get home, I'm bonding with her. I know I can do it." Venom whined within Eddie as you sobbed in pain. "I want to fix her. I don't want her to hurt anymore after this."

Eddie silently agreed, hoping you would consent to melding with the symbiote to heal the damages your body was going through to birth your baby.

They just wished that you didn't have--

All at once, your body went slack and your eyes shut, but before the boys could panic any further, a tiny, ear-piercing wail filled the room.

"A girl! A nice set of lungs on her!" O'Halloran laughed as she scooped up and handed the newborn off to the nurse. She knew that Eddie (and Venom of course) were too preoccupied between staring in awe at the squirming purple body the nurse held to focus on cutting the cord.

All they could think about was her.

She was here. In front of them. Finally.

Those tiny feet that kicked out at them all this time, the little head they could feel shift around in your belly...

The nurses adjusted the chair enough to allow you to lean back, and Eddie covered your face in kisses, waking you up again with a mad grin.

And, heaven fucking bless you; amazing, gorgeous, powerful you, you smiled back. A tired, watery smile as you cried in victory.

Giving birth and being birthed was the closest thing that someone could come to dying and still come out of it. Many were not so lucky, but they were glad you were among the majority that emerged from this bloody struggle with a smile on your face and mirth in your bloodshot eyes.

The nurses wiped your baby down a bit before pulling your gown down to place her squirming, hiccuping body onto your bare chest.

Your hands weakly went to cradle her warm body, kissing the top of her head where a patch of fuzzy hair was.

"Hey, sweetheart." You sniffled, whispering against the wet fuzz.

You could barely get words out as emotions surged out of you all at once, overwhelming your body and mind as you cradled your precious child.

Almost immediately as your voice washed over her, it was as if the angry baby instantly calmed. It was like your soft, happy sobs were a soothing balm to her squirming body.

Neither could tell who moved it first, but Eddie's hand went to cover yours, Willow looking positively teeny beneath his large hand, watching in awe as her tiny, fat little fingers clawed and groped at your chest.

The sounds of loud booms from outside filled your ears, making her jump and wail once more as you coo'd and murmured to your baby.

"Hey, Eddie?" You sniffled, looking up at him.

"Y... Yeah?" Eddie asked, his throat tight as tears began to build at the corners of his eyes.

You tipped your head and kissed his jaw, weak and tired.

"Happy new year."

You were only faintly aware of the nurses cheering; both the healthy baby you birthed and in celebration of the new year ahead of you.

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They kept you at the hospital for another two days after you gave birth. After passing the placenta and remaining viscera of the birth, your body felt like literal tons of strain had been lifted from you.

And of course you, at the same time, felt like you had been tackled unprotected by a professional linebacker.

So, of course as soon as Venom offered to ease your comfort and repair the damage you agreed. It would certainly save on the recovery time. Sure, it would be hard to explain during your next checkup, but you'd cross that bridge when you got to it.

Ms Chen had gone to the hospital, as she was practically the closest thing either of you had to a mother and she wanted to see the baby. She carried an armload of supplies with her, too. Including some kinda balm that frankly stunk of something akin to menthol, but whatever it did, it certainly eased the pain on your poor nethers.

And of course, she gave a shit-eating grin when you named her honorary grandma.

Even Eddie's ex, Anne, came with her fiancee to congratulate him and coo over the adorable little bundle he so proudly cradled in his strong arms.

He certainly had nurses swooning, but you knew their eyes were only for you. Especially after he cried some more when you wanted his name on her birth certificate.

Right now, you watched as Willow suckled on her cute pink pacifier that Anne had slipped down to the gift shop to buy while they were at the hospital.

She was dressed in a soft two-piece to ensure the remnants of the umbilical cord weren't too aggravated, her cute little face pinched as she grunted in her sleep, exhausted from feeding and content as you carefully swaddled her.

Eddie came up behind you as Venom's head emerged from his body, all three of you looking down as your newborn dreamt whatever dreams babies had. Probably about her next feeding time.

"She's so fucking cute." Eddie sighed dreamily.

"I know! And she's so chunky." You giggle. "I had a real meatball of a baby. No wonder I was so big."

"Nah, you're beautiful." Eddie chuckled, kissing the skin of your shoulder that had been exposed by your oversized T-shirt. One of his, for sure, but he didn't mind.

Venom purred in a near-silent content, before turning to look at Eddie with a shark-like grin, sending a thought telepathically for only him to hear.

The thought made Eddie choke and start to laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"What? What's so funny, you ginormous dorks?" You snicker.

"Ah. Eh..." Eddie said, grinning widely. "...Vee says he calls dibs on the next one."

"Next one..?" You say, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah... the next one. He wants to be the one to knock you up next time."

"Oh, my god!" You gasped, spinning around to slap at Eddie's shoulder while he and Venom laughed. "You two are horrible! Have mercy on my poor body!"

Venom leaned in, nuzzling the pulse in your neck.

"We didn't hear a no..."

[neoiightss]

Having a separate room - NCT 127

Hii, this is my first request, so I’m really excited! Sorry for disappearing guys, I was extra busy with work, but I’m back! Please feel free to send me any requests ^ ^

pairing: y/n x johnny, taeyong, doyoung, yuta, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, haechan. 

warnings: established relationships, pure fluff, domestic life. 

 

Johnny 

He’s understandable right off the bat. He doesn’t see a problem with it, and as soon as you mention wanting to use the extra room in your house as a personal area, he will gladly help you decorate or build the furniture. 

As you two walk through the Ikea’s aisles, picking up a desk and a chair for your space he points at a cute set of pink-colored decorative frames that would go well with the theme you wanted. 

“What do you think, babe? I could hang them right above your desk, it’ll look good, right?”

He asks excitedly, making you smile genuinely before nodding, he smiles back with your approval as he puts the products in your cart. 

Taeyong 

Another one that will be so excited, taking it as a little project of yours, helping you decorate the place (you might have to tone him down a little, or else he’ll just make it his style). 

“Look we can install a shelf right here and fill it with my Spongebob figures set” 

He points excitedly, walking around the spare room in your shared apartment, planning all the decorations and furniture’s positions as soon as you mention wanting to use it as your home office place. 

“Yeah, but that’s yours and I don’t even like Spongebob that much, maybe I can just put some candles..” 

He pouts trying to win you over with his puppy eyes. Which, unfortunately for you, it works very well, giving in as you watch him smile brightly, walking to the next wall where he wants to graffiti a cool design for you, of course. 

Doyoung 

He probably already has a room for himself, a little studio where he practices and records his songs and doubles it as storage for some of his clothes as well. So he gets it when you mention wanting to have a place for you, even though he loves living with you and enjoying your moments together he just wants some alone time to recharge and gather his thoughts. Will help you out with decoration if you ask, but mostly will just do the heavy work like bringing and building furniture, he doesn’t want to interfere much in your personal space, letting you do whatever you feel like.

“Right here?” 

He looks at you as he levels the shelf you bought, proceeding as he gets your approval, he cleans his palms in his shirt as he finishes installing the last one, internally wondering why you need so many shelves. 

“Alright I’m taking a shower, let me know if you need anything”. 

He says before leaving you to decorate the place, excited to see how it will look at the end. 

Yuta 

Will be the one to suggest you use the spare room in your apartment as he notices you working uncomfortably on the dinner table, sitting awkwardly as you type away on your laptop, he simply can’t have his baby in such situation! Will help you out with putting the place together and even suggesting you a few decorational itens he saw online to make the place more cozy. Will definitely spend an insane amount of money on an office chair just because it’s the “most comfortable on market”. 

“Are you crazy? That’s too much Yuta, besides I only work two days a week from home”. 

You scold him as soon as you see the price of the chair, watching him look unfazed as he puts it together. 

“My baby deserves the best. Besides it goes well with the new pc set I bought you, the reviews online says the keyboards are really egornomical”

“You bought me a what??”   

Jaehyun

He likes to have his alone times just as much, and even tough he’s always romantic and sweet to you he’s not the clingy type. I can see him using the dorms as his personal room, a place where he’ll work on his music or just unwind for a while, especially when he’s too tired or frustrated with life, not wanting it to affect you. He doesn’t oppose when you ask to use the spare room in your house as your little craft area, finding it so cute that you want a place for yourself as well. 

Just like Doyoung he won’t interfere, just helping with the things you ask, but will definitely want to leave one item that will remind you of him, just in case you miss him.

“It’s just missing one final touch, darling” 

He smirks, trying to contain his smile after you give him a quick tour of the room, showing the way you decorated it, you look at him confused asking what is it before he takes a small Polaroid of him blowing a kiss from his pocket, placing it on your desk. 

“So you don’t miss me too much” 

He winks watching you laugh in disbelief, later on, he’ll make you take one as well for his room. 

Jungwoo

What do you mean you want a room just for yourself? He’ll definitely whine a little as you propose it, he thought the whole idea of moving together was to be together as much as possible! It will take some explaining and pouting from you to convince him, in the end he’ll agree with you and help you organize the place, as he tries to, not so sneakily, bring his own stuff there. 

First is an extra chair in case he wants to visit, what about his music equipment? It was just laying around and won't take much space, and as soon as you realize you’re yet sharing another room with him. 

“I know what you’re doing, Woo..” 

You look at him seriously as he quietly installs his pc on the other side of the room. 

“What? You know the wifi is better here, it’s just for when I want to play with the guys, I promise baby” 

He pouts, trying to win you over this one. 

Mark 

He’ll gladly accept it with no complains, he also has his own room where he built a little studio to work on his music and have his alone time so he agrees right away when you vocalize the need to have a space of your own to work on your things and just have your alone time as well, but as soon as he has his days off at home he’ll get a little uneasy not seeing you so often around the house, doing nothing on the couch or doing your cutesy crafts on the dinner table. 

He’ll come around here and there, bringing you water or a treat, or even just to give you a kiss and when you least expect he’s laying on the little couch next to you, watching you work as he plays random songs on his guitar. 

“I thought we agreed on me having this room for just myself”

You comment after a while, your tone giving in that you weren’t even mad. More else amused to see him wanting to be there with you. 

“Ah, come on babe, I’m just giving you a little ambience song, pretend I’m not even here” 

Haechan 

Your own room? Alone time? But he barely sees you..are you mad at him? Is he annoying you? That man is going on full whiny mode as soon as you mention it. He can’t believe his baby doesn’t want to spend all their precious time together being glued into each other. 

Believe me it will take some time to convince him it’s nothing wrong with him, you just want a place to work on your hobbies in peace and have your alone times. After a while you’ll convince him, with the promise that he has a free pass to visit you whenever he’s missing you, and just like Mark he’ll make the most lame excuses to crash onto your room. 

“Seriously, what do you want now, hyuck?” 

You look back as you feel his presence, the boy looking at you with puppy eyes as he enters your room. 

“It’s just that I think I saw a spider on our room, I’m staying here just a little bit, promise”. 

You roll your eyes, not being able to contain a chuckle as he comes in, sitting next to you, snuggling onto you. 

“Baby you know the wifi is soo good in here, maybe I could bring my pc and we’ll have a cute couple’s gaming room!” 

[ariseur]

congrats on 500 followers! for your event could i request putting together ikea furniture with pre-nibelheim sephiroth please? seph doing mundane tasks is such a cute concept to me 😭

thank you!

“. . are you sure it’s supposed to be put together like that?”

you huff, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you look back at sephiroth from behind you. you wouldn’t have minded some company from him any other time, but seeing the way his lips curled into a smile as he watched you struggle with the stupid nuts and bolts that wouldn’t fit in their proper locations, the hot sensation of frustration couldn’t help but prick at your ears.

“i’m trying,” you turn back to your project — maybe one that was failing a little bit but nonetheless still a project you wouldn’t give up on.

the size of sephiroth’s shadow grew as he made his way to crouch down next to you, the scent of bergamot and a fresh, woodsy cologne hitting you in the face as you look over to him. watching as he cocked his head, slit pupils darting along the set as he held a curious finger to his lips.

“would you care for me to assist you?” whether it was the close proximity or the way his voice lowered when he assessed the small instructional pamphlet that came with the furniture ( maybe it was a mixture of both ), but you couldn’t help but gaze at him.

truly a rare sight you had been gifted with. sephiroth no longer armor clad with the discomfort of his battles clinging onto him, instead you’re met with a white t-shirt perhaps a size too small as it hugs the firmness of his body. or.. perhaps you’ve just forgotten how strong he really is. it’s a nice change of pace, getting small notes of your body wash when he finally whips his head around to look at you.

he laughs, “let me rephrase,” the way his eyes crinkle with the soft chuckle you unintentionally evoke out of him is satisfying, you’d really like to hear it more often. “do you need me to assist you?” he alters the previous question. the way his eyes follow yours when you try to subtly avert his gaze is intense. he finds it cute, though — he remains still as he awaits your answer.

“i mean. . .” you trail off. you look back at the instructions and back at the screwdriver that lies limp in your palm, the redness of your hand still evident from how hard you were gripping the tool making you wince before you’re met with the cool hands of your beloved wrapping his around yours. his fingers curl around the tool before he uses his other hand to close your hand on his.

you look back up at him. he smiles once more. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

and you must admit, sitting on top of the couch while your boyfriend works at building this unnecessarily difficult desk chair you had been begging to go look at while he still had a day off, wasn’t so bad. you truly were spoiled by him, he thinks, but then again — he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your lips twitch upwards at the small sight of his pink tongue slipping through the corner of his lips in concentration, only darting out to moisten them a bit before they purse back into an assiduous pout.

“it’s not polite to stare, you know,” he mutters. you don’t falter, merely resting your head on your palm.

“i can’t admire the beautiful man before me?”

he lets a huff of amusement escape through his nose, maybe a combination between a scoff at how often you had managed to slip it in the conversation. he shakes his head at you fondly. “i suppose you could,” he mumbles.

you smiled as you tuck a silver strand behind his own ear, watching as he picks up another tool and gives you a half-smile from the corner of his peripheral. yeah, you thought, truly a rare sight you had been gifted with.

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Nice blog! You wouldn't mind if I took a little chomp out of it yeah? :D

Mmmmm can I request France,Germany,England, Prussia and Russia with an s/o who really likes there accent and voice. S/o would listen to them talk all day just to hear there voice/accent? There just mesmerized by it.

Much appreciated partner and have a great day🙏🙏‼️‼️🔥🔥⁉️⁉️🪑🪑🪑🪑

(France, Germany, England, Prussia & Russia x Reader) S/O that loves their accent!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N have fun eating my blog but beware. Theres poison sometimes :)

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh, you do not need to tell him that. He knows. And he adores how obsessed you are with just his voice. Don’t worry, he won’t tease you too bad

But expect to be woken up a couple of times by him reading you love poems in French. Actually, he’s doing that all the time. Anytime that he can speak to you in French, he’s doing it.

“My beautiful language for a beautiful person, no?”

It’s also pretty obvious that he exaggerates his accent for you. Sure, he’s been speaking English for centuries, but you’d never guess that from how he talks to you. It’s a little childish, but he just can’t get enough of your face whenever he says anything even remotely romantic in that silky voice of his.

Whenever he catches you staring, he can’t do anything but grin, promising himself that he’ll spoil you sometime soon for being so cute.

Ludwig has never really liked his own voice that much, so at least someone does for him. He always complains it’s too harsh and too loud. And years of people judging him for his accent didn’t help that…

But he trusts you completely. If you say you want to hear him, he’ll talk as much as you want. But since you’re not giving him a prompt, you’re hearing about 1870s train logistics. He doesn’t make the rules.

He would try to be all affectionate and sweet like you want him to… but that is really not his forte. He tries! But you’ll just both end up blushing and stuttering and getting nothing done then. If it’s just his handsome accent you want though, you’re all good. He can make a manual on building an IKEA chair sound hot.

He’d rather hear YOU ramble than do so himself. Even if he does love how adorable you are when you’re so infatuated with him.

No surprise there. You’re not the first partner of his to love his voice, and you won’t be the last. Luckily that means he’s got a whole lot of experience, so he knows exactly what to say to melt your heart.

“Come on, Darling, don’t look at me like that.  Why don’t we get out of here, just me and you? How about that, Love?”

He’s not much for rambling, much less talking about himself, but he can absolutely fulfil your need for his voice elsewhere. A lot of your nights spent together will be him reading some ancient novel to you, his voice soothing as ever, until you inevitably fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

He must admit, he loves having that power over you. Being able to make you fall in love with him using nothing but his words? You’re just so cute, he can’t resist flustering you on purpose.

Well, of course you do! He’s spent centuries making sure he sounds hot as hell! But… you’re being serious right? You aren’t annoyed by how high-pitched he can get? Ok, thank god.

He is so excited once you tell him that. It’s hard to stop himself from immediately teasing you about it. After all, there isn’t a single sight that’s cuter to him than your pretty face all lost in love for him.

If you’re ever feeling down, he tries to distract you by simply telling you a long, overly complicated story from his past. Which, with those purple eyes fixed on you and a goofy smile plastered across his face, all the while his voice drips with accent, it’s hard to not get distracted.

He loves talking about himself anyway. It’s a good thing you like hearing him. Most people don’t. But that’s just what makes you two meant to be <3

Oh, you like his voice? He’s confused. You’re being serious? … why?

The poor guy is really insecure about his voice. He worries his accent is too strong, too ugly, and his voice is way too high-pitched. It seems like no one likes when he talks… they say he’s rude and weird. So… your adoration for him and how he speaks is a real shock.

Whenever you ask him to talk more, he gets all embarrassed and doesn’t know what to say! Especially if you compliment his accent, then he just freezes up and dismisses you. Anywhere you are, he’ll start talking all quietly and cover his face with his hands. But you can still see him blushing underneath them…

But once he’s used to it, he loves just narrating the things he’s doing. Sometimes you’ll wake up and come downstairs to see him coming up with some silly song about the breakfast he’s cooking you. Learning that you like hearing him has definitely made him include stuff like that in his daily routine. 

Plus, now when he wants a reaction out of you… he’ll lean into it. Rolling his r’s dramatically, whispering to you in Russian… when he wants to be, he’s quite a tease.

[melminli]

cats and colors

summery: you talk about how black & white reminds you of satoru and suguru

contains: gn reader, no pronouns mentioned, non curse au, satosugu talk, fluff/crack, satoru being in love with reader a bit, kinda weird ending but really funny

"aww." you exclaimed when you saw two cats playing with each other on the sidewalk. guess it was worth it after all to wait outside on a bench while satoru was withdrawing some money. you nudged geto with your elbow to get him to turn his attention away from his phone. "look. it's you and satoru." you said, pointing to the two animals with a small smile on your face.

he looked a little confused for a second until his gaze went to your finger and saw the scene in front of him. "this again? is it really just because one is black and the other is white?" he asked, not really understanding the concept behind it. he really wanted to, though.

you always spoke up when you saw the two opposite colors together, just to say how it reminded you of them. they usually got it through messages you sent in the group chat, like just a while ago when you sent them a photo of just two side by side chairs in ikea with the caption reminded me of you guys.

you nodded. "yeah. why?"

geto just shrugged his shoulders. "i don't know. i guess i just don't think our hair color is the crucial factor that represents us as you know us and like as friends." he laughed out, making up this little theory. he stopped laughing once he noticed your completely serious expression.

"oh, please. you think i'm a beginner?" you asked a little offended. "it's so much more than just your dumb hair." you began waving your hands in the air as you made your impassioned declaration. "these colors represent you so beautifully because they're opposites who still go perfect with each other, like ying and yang for example. Satoru is hot-tempered and extroverted, which is usually more associated with something light, while you have a more introverted and quiet nature, which is more associated with something darker." you took both your hands and put them together to demonstrate. "like two puzzle pieces... but on second thought, your hair colors also play a bit into that, i guess."

his mouth just opened slightly at what you said since he didn't necessarily know how to respond to that. "that's very perceptive on your part. i'm kind of impressed - a bit scared - but uhm, mostly impressed." he admitted.

"i can't believe they don't accept credit cards in that place. i mean, who carries cash around these days." satoru interrupted you two a bit annoyed because of the fact that he had to go to the bank. he then spotted out of the corner of his eye the two cats that were still playing around with each other, and his mood lifted again as he watched the two. "aww, how cute." he stated and took out his cell phone to take some pictures.

"they're you and me." geto said and looked at you afterward. when satoru heard that, he knew exactly what he was referencing with that. "if the black cat is geto and the white one is me, then you would be a...birmen cat!" he decided, placing two question marks over both of your heads. this statement had little to do with your previous profound explanation.

"...birmen cat?" you repeated, not quite sure what that meant exactly. you were also having trouble deciphering what such a cat looked like, to be honest.

satoru just nodded while looking at you a bit dreamy. "i love birmen cats. they're my favorite."

his best friend laughed slightly at that and looked over at you to see if you could read the meaning between the lines. unfortunatly for his best friend, it didn't look like it since you still seemed to be thinking what a fucking birmin cat had to do with your color theory. "...that's cute i guess?" you said in the end and were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a loud meowing out of nowhere.

three pairs of eyes turned to the two cats who had previously been playing sweetly with each other. the two were now busy with something else entirely as the white cat mounted the black one from behind to...perform certain activities.

oh.

geto quickly spoke up with a stern tone before anyone could say anything. "i'm not going to listen to any theories or sick jokes about this." he said, deeply regretting his previous saying.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ooo can I please request a Tangerine x fem!innocent/shy!reader where they’ve been bf and gf for a while and love each other a lot, and he finally asks her to move in with him. Maybe she doesn’t know what he and lemon do for a living, nor does she really realize how much money this man has (she knows he has quite a lot with how much a spoils her though), and when she walks into his and Lemon’s (most likely) huge house, she’s like “😮”… Tan telling her what he and Lemon do for living in the most soft way possible (the softest it can be when referring to being assassins…). But Y/n says she loves him no matter what and they cuddle and lots of kisses🤧🧡🍊

super cute, I love. hope you like it, thank you for requesting💌

new home (tan x fem reader)

wc || 623

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

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Buzzing the gate bell to be let into the driveway, looking around the huge plot of land, gawking at the beautiful trees spread around. The huge gate opens and you slowly drive up the long gravel driveway, taking in the countryside scenery, simply in awe of your new home.

Pulling up out front, you’re greeted warmly by the man you love, who is walking towards you. “Hello love!” Helping you out of the car, kissing you sweetly.

“Hello, handsome.” You cutely reply after parting.

“When is the moving company coming?” He questions in between quick kisses. 

“I think… in two hours, so around twelve ish.”

“Good, let me show you around.” He sweetly says, taking your hand to lead you into the house.

“My god, this is huge. I thought it was two houses.” You laugh.

As he shows you the rooms, your mouth fell open, practically drooling over the amount of space this man has.

“Holy…” you whisper to yourself as you stared up at the open foyer.

“That’s not all.” He smiles.

“What?”

“I got something for you.” Tan says sweetly.

“What?” Trying to hide a smile. He always treats you, he basically spoils you. I mean what person doesn’t like gifts. But you didn’t like him because he spoiled you, he spoiled you because he liked you.

“Oh, yeah.” Leading you up the stairs. “I got this room done up for you.” Pointing at it.

“Wait- what? What is it?” You eagerly question.

He opens the door. “It can be your library or an art studio, a writing nook, an office… whatever you want. When you decide we can look at John Lewis.” He smiles down at you.

“John Lewis?” Your eyes widen. “IKEA is fine.”

“No no, what’s mine is yours and my girl deserves the best.” Kissing your forehead. “We can paint the walls whatever colour you like. Oh and also. It’s next to my office. I’m right there.” Pointing at the door next to it.

“You are so sweet.” You tenderly kiss him.

“Only for you.” Kissing your hand as he leads you back downstairs and towards the kitchen.

You take a seat at the island high chair, looking around taking everything in while Tan makes you both tea.

“Lem will be back in a bit to help.” He says, glancing over his shoulder as he poured water from the kettle into the mugs.

“He will? Thank you.” You say in a trance as you looked out into the back garden. “Babe…?” You say slowly.

“Yes…?” Copying your tone.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.” Smirking. “Just messing, of course.”

“You don’t have to answer, but why are you so… loaded?” You say, trying to figure out the most polite way of saying it.

“Well…” he passes your drink while taking a sip of his. “Me and Lem are uh- outside contractors. We kind of- you know… sorta like films.” He wryly chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, feeling unsure of how you’d take it.

“So do you go lots of different places?” You sweetly ask, blowing on your drink before taking a sip.

“It uh- doesn’t bother you?” He asks feeling like it was almost too easy.

“Nope.” You simply reply. “I love you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Smiling at him over your mug.

He leans over the island to kiss you from the other side. “I love you.” Pecking your forehead. “I gotta show you the garden- did I tell you about the duck pond?”

Mouth widening, shrieking “no way.”

“Yes, way. It’s gonna rain so let’s go now.” Walking you outside, with your mugs in hand cuddling into each other's sides. It is truly beautiful, you couldn’t believe you now live here too.

[kikisfuneralservice]

KIM JONGHYUN BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what kim jonghyun is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

the two of you make time for each other whenever you can no matter how busy you are

he prefers to stay inside a lot of the time bc he just likes being with you

he does enjoy a good party once and a while tho

ALWAYS wants to bring you to EVERYTHING

he wants to bring you to everything SO he can talk to you the whole time and it’s like?? what was the point of this again? cuz u two are just kinda in the midst of the crowd shouting and laughing at each other with drinks in your hands

drinking competitions def

he knows he won't win but he loves to drink so he’s happy LMFSDFOS

won’t force you to do things either but likes to encourage you to get out of your comfort zone every once and a while

probably was in a chess club in high school

in some niche club or some shit that he wants to rekindle the fire in so he gets you to do some random ass shit like skiing

and he knows everything about it it’s rlly strange for some reason but also embarrassing for you bc u can tell he’s alr a pro and ur just flopping around

also an avid fan of ice skating LOVES THE HOLIDAYS OH MY GOD

every year it only gets more exciting for him? and like he is, he brings you along for it

is a gift giver 

he gets you very thoughtful presents yet he never expects anything back and you try ur goddamn hardest but the only thing he wants at the end of the day is you with him

will be sitting in a chair in ikea and go, “this is the chair i’ll sit in when im eighty years old, i think”

“yeah but ur chair is better than mine”

“i live in luxury, y/n, it’s a lifestyle”

he is one of those bitches that u have to ask him not to bring home a new dog every single day

you already have like 3 of them bc he bought one from the shelter and the other 2 he found on the side of the road and begged you to take in with him

ur lowkey worried every time he asks u to pull over on the freeway bc u fear it’s another dog

(it wasn’t a dog—it was a cat tho)

so now u have 3 dogs and a cat

not that ur complaining

the honeymoon phase goes on for at least two or three years and then it goes straight to old married couple and there’s nothing in between those

also doesn’t like going to bed without solving problems first

he will quite literally stay up for four more hours if it means resolving it before going to bed angry

he just doesn’t like being angry

it doesn’t suit him anyway

teddy bear

he like holds ur face in his hands cuz he likes just gazing into ur eyes cuz he’s stupidly in love and he likes to place singular kisses on your lips so they’re not peppered but they’ll just be singular kisses maybe tries to sneak in there a little just loves holding u he loves u

giggles n touching and u both are kind of just under a blanket just in underwear or some shit and his skin is warm and soft

you love just being on him and feeling him close to u :(

same for him :(

“honey you have this mole on your back”

“jjong-“

“no it’s cute”

“it’s a birth mark?”

*grabby hands*

giggling and sliding his hands downnnnnnnnmmnnn

just laughter and giggles and moving his hands into your pants pls he knows u like it🧍

and you grab his wrists and are like :)

and he’s just :3 n kisses u like what!!

SMUT: 

u come outta the bathroom and see him sitting in bed under the blankets in all of his glory what a beautiful man and he looks up at you like :) hey

he’s just so relieved to see you at the end of the day that’s all

you practically DIVE into bed and he laughs as you practically throw your body over his 

and he’s rushing u to get under the covers before the cold monsters get you 

he likes to wrap his arms around u and kiss ur cheeks everywhere ur forehead top of ur head just peppering everywhere he’s just so happy to see u :(

likes pressing the both of your foreheads together so he can look u in the eyes and then giggle when it gets too quiet

ahh he just likes holding u in his arms even if it’s just your head on his chest just any physical contact is all he wants

when he gets touchy he always ends up kissing u,,, once,,, or twice,, and then again,,, and again- and then ur on top of him and he’s holding you firm in his arms feeling him sigh into your mouth

just loves making out honest to god he lives for you and the noises you make out of satisfaction and the lip smacking it all makes him excited

it’s getting a little too hot and heavy but he still giggles once and a while and u two kinda chuckle at each other once and a while 💀

likes holding your waist as u sit down on his lap and then down to ur ass to touch

he kinda sits up so the two of you are closer and then rolls u over so you’re under him and both of u are kind of heaving for breath but it’s ok bc he loves seeing your chest move up and down for breath and parted lips

just likes necking honestly he likes leaving hickies too just to get you riled up. nights like these where it’s easy and you can feel his lips smile on your skin

running his hands through his hair as he lifts ur arched back up to lay in his arms

and glances down to see ur small panties🙄

he’s like oh and is like ok nvm get on me rn

just wants to feel you get wet in your panties juuuuust for him

likes that satisfaction but also likes seeing u breathily moan out his name

both of ur underwear is wet tho so all’s well and ends well

just the feeling of him growing underneath you and poking at you through your clothed body

he doesn’t want u to take them off tho

so he kinda just moves them ovveerrr

and he’s like they’re just too pretty baby let me fuck you in them please

lifts you by your waist and turns you over so you’re facing the bed but your ass is up

you can look back at him and it’s so contradictory seeing literal hearts pop out of his eyes in adoration for you but something else is also popping out 

really likes just to be able to hold onto your hips 

also reverse cowboy/girl

ass! ass! ass! ass! ass!

will ask if he can smack your ass bc pls pls pls god

wants to smack them while you wear your panties he just likes seeing them jiggle bye

he just likes touching so he has his hands theyre kneading into your ass, your thighs, your tummy, your chest

is a tactile learner

a bit of a hands on guy

for my afab folks god he loves boobs tho

likes playing with them bc he knows he’ll get a reaction from you

unrelated kind of a side note

i feel like he likes the vibrating panties too. doesn’t really care for public action either he just likes having you in front of him seeing you in pleasure

just likes seeing you hold onto the bed frame as you call out his name for him to help

and he always delivers

also will grab you by your thighs bc he wants you to sit on his face

doesn’t care how much u weigh yadda yadda yadda just sit on his face so he can fuck you with his tongue and suffocate 

holds onto your thighs while doing so

likes to leave you shaking 

he likes tasting u but doesn’t always go straight to it

so he’ll leave kisses maybe on your inner thighs,,, to around you, maybe leave kisses before putting hisbtongueinnnn

HE TRAILS THE KISSES UP AND TEASES U HEHEHEH

if he’s holding you he’ll always be rubbing your back

just likes touching your skin

he’s he’s he’s so soft abt it too

like so gentle in caressing u

and he goes to grab you to tickle you💀

just laughs and runs his hands through your hair

let’s you go wash up and then come back to cuddle :/

always likes being big spoon he loves holding you 

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OK SURPRISE! this is very unexpected i am aware BUT i just realized that i hadn’t done jjong yet for these! and with that we are done with the bf headcanons! please let me know if you’d like any more future hcs, and you know i will deliver. thank you all again to those who are enjoying my content!

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[gggoode]

i have a thought for you. gigi + ikea furniture assembly

fun fact this is exactly 999 words long x call the police !

iynaf right after they moved in together era :)

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“I’m home!” Gigi singsonged as she clattered into the apartment. 

It sent a little flutter through Crystal. They lived together. “Hi!” she called. 

“Bonjour!” Nicky called. 

Crystal wandered into the hall to find them wrestling with a tall, skinny cardboard box. “Did you have fun?” 

“You know we did,” Nicky agreed. She threw a red bag of chocolates at Crystal and she caught them, hugging them to her chest. “Come with us next time. You’re missing out.” 

“It was super fun,” Gigi agreed. From behind the box she produced a big stuffed shark. “I got this for the sofa!” 

Crystal took it from her without question, petting its blue fuzzy head. “Cute,” she cooed. 

Nicky rolled her eyes fondly. “If you were any other couple I would have worried about her bringing home a giant shark but I knew you'd like it.” 

“Who wouldn’t like her?” Gigi asked, wrapping Crystal and the shark in a tight hug. 

Nicky hummed, clearly still unconvinced, but she stepped over to kiss them both on the cheek. “Do you need a hand building it?” 

“Nope,” Gigi said, popping the P and squeezing Crystal. “I think we’ll figure it out.” 

“Alrighty,” Nicky said unconvincingly. “Just call me if you change your mind.” 

She bid them goodbye and left, and Gigi insisted that they needed to go straight to the sofa to make the new shark feel at home so the box lay unopened in the hall for a few days. 

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“I’m home!” Crystal called as she let herself into the apartment. The first thing she noticed was that the box was no longer in the hallway. 

“I hate this,” was Gigi’s response. 

Crystal kicked off her shoes and jacket before following the sound of her voice to the living room. 

She was sitting on the floor in cycle shorts and a sports bra, her hair twisted into a tiny half ponytail. She was also surrounded by planks of wood in various shapes and sizes, a few of them joined together, and an enormous unfolded sheet of instructions. 

“Aww,” Crystal cooed, climbing over some wood to lean down and kiss Gigi’s forehead. “Do you want me to help?” 

“I wanted to do it myself,” Gigi sighed, looping her arm around one of Crystal's legs. 

Crystal played with her ponytail. “You’ve already done a lot,” she said, looking at the three pieces of desk lying wonky in the middle of the floor. 

“No. I wanna do it myself,” Gigi said again, sitting up straight. “Go and relax or something.” 

“Can I watch you make it?” Crystal asked. 

Gigi looked up at her. “No. You’ll try to help.” 

She wasn’t wrong. So Crystal left her to it and retreated to the bedroom, but she didn’t put on any music or anything. Instead she relaxed to the sound of Gigi mumbling to herself and the occasional turning of screws and pieces of wood sliding against each other. 

Eventually there was a louder scraping and Gigi cheered quietly to herself. 

“Can I come see?” Crystal called hopefully. 

“Not yet!” Gigi yelled back. “I wanna make it perfect.” 

Crystal laughed quietly. Gigi sounded more cheerful now as she moved around, singing to herself which seemed to drown out whatever other sounds she was making. 

“I’m ready!” Gigi called. 

Crystal went to peek around the door just as she was tucking the chair under the desk. 

She felt bad for being surprised but everything looked good. The desk was nice, and Gigi had put a lamp and Crystal’s lucky wooden frog on it. 

“Look at my nice smart girlfriend, making our furniture,” Crystal cooed, wandering over to admire the desk. 

“I know. Maybe I can become a construction girl,” Gigi said, brushing some dust off the top of the desk. “I hope it doesn’t fall down when we put more stuff on it.” 

Crystal slapped the desk hard. It made Gigi jump but the desk didn’t even shake, and Crystal beamed at Gigi. “Have a little faith, Geege.” 

“Crystal,” Gigi laughed, hands pressed over her chest. “What if it had fallen?” 

“It wouldn’t. You’re my construction girl,” Crystal reminded her. She put her hands on her waist and pivoted them around. “Do you wanna test it some more?” 

“How?” Gigi asked, snaking her arms around her neck. 

Crystal slid her hands down to the backs of Gigi’s thighs and gently pushed her back against the desk as she kissed her. 

Gigi sighed into the kiss and melted into Crystal, but she gasped when her feet left the floor and wrapped her legs tight around Crystal. “Wait, what if it can’t hold me?” 

“It’ll hold you,” Crystal said, squeezing her thighs. 

“Please can we kiss on the sofa instead?” Gigi asked, still clinging tight to Crystal. “Just in case.” 

Crystal got a better hold of her and hoisted her up to carry her to the sofa which made Gigi look at her with wide eyes, mouth agape. “What?” Crystal asked. 

“Since when were you this strong?” Gigi asked, tightening her legs around her. 

“You’re not heavy, Gigi,” Crystal laughed as she sat down. 

Gigi straddled her lap and stroked her fingers through Crystal’s hair. “Still. It’s hot,” she breathed. “Maybe we can kiss on the desk next time.” 

“I guess. But it wouldn’t be that nice to kiss you if you’re all tense like that the whole time,” she said, settling down with Gigi in her lap. 

“We can make out on top of the instructions if you wanna pretend,” Gigi suggested, snagging the big sheet of paper from the coffee table and putting it beside them on the sofa. 

Crystal looked between it and Gigi's face, unable to hold back a laugh. “You’re the smartest girl in the world.” 

She lay her back against the sofa to kiss her, the instructions crinkling below her every time they moved. 

The next day, Crystal didn’t have the heart to tell Gigi that she’d installed the drawers wrong and they were impossible to open.

[writing-ro]

TF Rare Pairings Fest Day 11: Stuffed Animals/Tables and Chairs

I saw the prompt, and thought to myself "what is a store that sells both stuffed animals and furniture" and my brain immediately said "IKEA", and the idea kinda evolved from there. I even went on IKEA's site to see if they do sell the specific stuffed toy I mention here. ENJOY!

@tfrarepairing

Ship: Blackarachnia/Silverbolt

Also on: [AO3] [FFN]

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“Oh, my dark lady, come look at this.”

Blackarachnia turned from the high chair she was examining to look at her husband, and her eyes narrowed. “No.”

“But the sparkling will love it!” Silverbolt said, a two-foot long stuffed wolf in his hands. 

“It’s almost as big as they will be.” 

“Making it a perfect cuddle buddy.” 

“No, absolutely not, Jojo.”

“Please?” Silverbolt tilted his head down, his optics widening as he raised the wolf under his chin, tilting its head to match. 

He’s breaking out the puppy dog eyes, dammit. Blackarachnia sighed. “Alright, fine.” 

“Thank you, beloved.” He kissed her cheek, then put the stuffed toy in the tote bag he carried. “It’s too bad they don’t have a spider as well. It’d be lovely to have one for both of us.”

“We’d need three to actually be us.” Blackarachnia reached around to tug on his wing, which he fluffed slightly at her touch. “And they don’t have any birds either.”

“True.” Silverbolt said. “But, there’s always other stores.”

“Not today though. We’re picking out furniture, then heading home.” She placed a servo on her stomach, only slightly distended, but definitely noticeable. 

Their beast forms had had more of an effect on their biology than any of the team had realized, until Blackarachnia started craving organic foods and Silverbolt got more protective than normal. A visit to Rhinox and Optimus later, and they found they were expecting a newspark, with Blackarachnia’s body creating the protoform. While unexpected, the two decided to keep the pregnancy, and so here they were, buying furniture - and apparently toys - for their sparkling. 

Silverbolt wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting over hers. “A shanix for your thoughts, beloved.”

“Just thinking how we got here, Rover.” And oh, now she really was, remembering passionate nights (and some days) with Silverbolt on top of her, under her, inside her -

Silverbolt nuzzled his head against hers. “Now’s not the time for those thoughts.” His mouth was right by his audial when he whispered “But I’ll serve you however you wish when we get home, my dark lady.”

He stepped away immediately after, and a good thing he did, else Blackarachnia would have dragged him over to one of the bedroom displays and gotten them kicked out for indecency. Her frown quickly turned into a smirk. “Oh, you’re going to get it later, Bolty.”

“I certainly hope so.” His ears twitched happily and had he been in beast mode, his tail would surely be wagging. “Now, you were looking at this chair? It seems very nice, but might be a little pricy.”

Blackarachnia turned back to the chair, but the back of her mind was already planning what would happen once they got back home. 

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Blackarachnia facepalms when the baby shower rolls around and the whole team brings stuffed versions of their beast modes, plus a spider and eagle. She will never admit to actually finding it kinda cute.

[joywolff]

A Long Hard Night in the Crib

Many origin stories about age regression feature a miserable, long, often wet and/or messy, night in a crib. I’ve been a diaper-wearing, pacifier-using, stuffie-collecting little in the world for a long time but I spent last night in my crib—miserable. It all started when I had a nightmare about my car. My daddy and I had a fantastic, wonderful day. I picked up my Mommy from the airport and gave her a ride to other side of the city where she and my boring stepdad live. When I got back Daddy and I got in bed together and had naked naughtiness together. Then we went to IKEA (!!!) and came back, walked the dogs, watched TLC and ate dinner. Perfect.

My nightmare woke me up. I had a bad dream about my car, very grown up worries about not being about to afford the parts of fix it. I woke up and had the darkest, bleakest thoughts, I remember calling out for my mommy and daddy very sweetly offering to cuddle me. “No, I’ll be up for hours.” I kissed him and crawled into my crib.

If the soft blankets and the pastel colors were magic potions then it would have been a better night. It wasn’t. A few minutes in I remembered all those ABDL erotic age regression origin stories where the protagonist comes to need diapers after a few nights in a crib. I was wearing a diaper. I did use the diaper for its intended purpose. I did reach inside to see if touching my princess parts would ease the horrible headlines in my head.

Nothing worked perfectly. I felt safe though. I felt safe and cozy. I did not age regress. I knew I was loved. My giant plushies kept me company. Being alone in the crib, next to the high chair, tucked under the diaper tower, within sight of the changing table under the watchful eye of ‘Rocky’ the rocking horse, it isn’t the same as being alone in a big grownup bed.

Morning now. The dark night is past and everything is okay. There’s a thousand things to worry about but there’s also a sleeping puppy next to me and a cute outfit waiting—my life is special and I am grateful for it.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Ikea and Winner

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I'm not sure what's gotten into Emmett.

He's gotten into me, both last night and this morning but I'm not complaining about that at all even though I am a little sore.

He was, damn.

Lessons learned.

He taught my ass a lesson last night and my throat one this morning.

He's in pure Dom-Mode and I can practically smell his testosterone flowing.

It's coming out of his pores.

I don't know why, if it's stress about the move or just hormones or something else completely.

I'm enjoying it but it's making me want to drop into little space and I really can't.

I've been sort of fading in and out since we got back from the house last night but now it's time to go to Ikea and I have to think.

He drives, he doesn't even ask.

I don't have a list because I don't have anything.

I have clothes for my closet and my computer.

Emmett has lots that he'll bring... I'm sure but we have an extra fifteen hundred square feet to fill.

"I'm not sure what Marten is allowed to be around," I wonder out loud.

"Not much, that's why my place is so sparse but I'm not kidding, he can stay in his room. It's twice as big as his old one, there's no need for him to be anywhere else."

"But I like playing fetch with him."

"He's a ferret, Finnegan... not a dog, so he doesn't need to run fifty feet. You could shut the doors and play in the hallway upstairs."

Good point.

"Okay. What do you think we need?"

"Finnegan... I can not begin to imagine. Maybe things for your playroom? We need bar stools."

I completely forgot about those.

"Yes, thank you. I want little stuff, décor stuff. They have the rooms all set up, will you let me know which ones you like? Maybe we can get bedding for the new bed too." 

I wonder what we'll end up putting in the china hutch in the dining room.

"That's fine with me."

We actually get a pretty good spot and he rides up the escalator right behind me.

And then shit gets weird.

Shit gets weird because Emmett goes a little bit crazy with the shopping.

He keeps writing down numbers from almost every room on his slip of paper with the itty bitty pencil.

Anyone else would use their cell-phone but no, they provide the paper so he's using it.

He finds a clock, some shelves, a footstool for our bedroom so that we can really recreate some beach fun, a cool chest, a chair that he wants to put near the closet and he's right, it'll be cute, three or four lamps, bedding, art, new pillows, some storage things and a chair for Marten's room and the list goes on and on.

We find stools we both love and I grab a plushie and a few things from the kids section. 

Then we go downstairs and our cart is immediately full of stuff for my office, kitchen supplies including a full set of dishes and silverware for twelve and two rugs.

We haven't even gotten to the end to pick up his list and we have two carts full.

I'm saying nothing because I like the stuff he's choosing and that he wants to decorate the house but I'm not sure how we'll get it all home.

Now he's eyeing the plants.

Wow.

Finally he sees the long rows where they keep the furniture and he realizes our predicament.

"Shit, this is, this is crazy."

"No, it's fine but I may have to wait here while you run a load to the house."

"I haven't even figured out how we'll get to the registers."

He has a point but somehow, against all odds, we make it.

It involves me pushing a big flat cart and him hoisting a huge bag over each shoulder and pushing another cart but we make it outside.

"I'm gonna fold the seats down. Was that too much? You should have said something. Who spends three grand at Ikea?"

"It's fine. It's a big house, we needed things. Come back and get more anytime... I'm sure we'll notice lots of stuff we need once we move in but this is a good start."

I'm making sure the carts don't roll away or over him while he makes as much room as possible and starts loading.

Somehow he gets it all in.

I don't understand how.

It's like the Tardis in there.

"You can order on Amazon too, do you have Prime?"

"I do. I don't know what... what did I just do? Finnegan, this is ridiculous."

"No it's not. I don't want to spend three months putting this house together. I'm lucky that we don't have to. Buy whatever we need, please."

"Do you like it? I somehow took over."

"I like all the stuff you got and I know you have plans. I can't wait to see what you do with the place. We just need to make one quick stop and get a bottle of wine so we can properly celebrate."

"Christening both ways, I approve."

Emmett backs the SUV right up to the door, he's really good with it.

I hated driving something so big in the city but he seems to have a sixth sense which doesn't jive with all his wrecks... the man is a mystery.

Apparently he has no problem with stationary objects, it's moving cars that get him all confused.

"Nice parking job."

"Drove a lot in the Army, this isn't so big."

That explains a lot.

I mostly cart things into the hall and he takes them to their intended rooms.

The only exception is our bedroom and my office stuff, that stuff he puts in the dining room so as to not interfere with the painters.

Then we carry the big stuff together.

"I need to water the garden, darling but then I'll be all yours. Want to come out?"

Already did that. 

'Lame gay joke, I know. Sue me.' 

"Sure. We need deck chairs."

"Damn it, you're right. I'll find us a set. You want a big fancy table or something more relaxed, just chairs with little tables? Know what I mean?"

"Might be nice to eat out here. I like the umbrellas. I know they're sort of cheesy but they're very happy. I like the outdoor couches too, if we have room."

"You got it, I'll make that happen next week. Nice of them to leave us a hose."

It was. He grabs it and walks around, looking at everything as he waters.

"Such a beautiful garden, can't wait to see it in the spring but just look at these roses. They need to be deadheaded, I'll come do that tomorrow."

I love how much he loves the garden and that he wants to come back here. 

I also really love the privacy fence.

There's a bench tucked in the corner and I sit down. It feels like our own little world.

"We could bring a picnic tomorrow and eat out here."

"That sounds great, darling. I'll make that happen but first we have a bottle of wine to open and a sweet boy to open."

'Damn. Smooth Emmett, smooth.'

Emmett Locke

This house is so big that even though we spent a ton of money and brought home an entire SUV full of stuff, it's still pretty much empty.

I want to be back outside, that garden is a wet dream but there will be time to play and dig and plan later.

Now it's racing time and then I'm going to see about making Finnegan very, very happy.

"I forgot the cars, Emmett."

He's sad but I can fix that. 

"I brought them, they're in my bag."

Which is.... ah, there.

I pull them out and hand him his remote control.

"Thank you. So, through the dining room first?"

That direction is fine with me but...

"What does the winner get?"

"Wine? Fucked?"

Both sound good but there's no way he's going to win, nope.

"What if the winner gets to pick which room we fuck in first?" I counter.

"I'm not sure you lose in either scenario there, Emmett but then again neither do I."

He laughs and zooms his car around in a circle.

"You're on. Three laps."

He takes off and I'm already behind but that's okay, I'll catch up.

We run through the house, squishing each other in the hallway and trying to block lines of sight.

He plays dirty and I love it.

By the third lap I've given up.

I'm tired and don't feel like running around this house again.

I need to save my energy for what's coming next.

He whoops and hollers as he crosses the finish line.

"Alright darling, your choice. Which room should we christen first?"

"We bought a stool.'

"Yes we did."

"And I'd really like to put you over it, if you're willing of course."

Wait, me over it?

My mouth is hanging open a bit and he's smiling.

"I really wanna pull your hair again, Emmett."

"I don't think that was the deal, darling."

"Pretty sure it was. Winner gets to pick which room."

He's forgetting one little detail. 

"But you said the winner gets fucked, babe."

"No, I said that and you changed it, you wanted the prize to be the room. But Emmett, I'm fine either way. You've been all ugh ugh..." he grunts like a caveman and I immediately get it.

Maybe I have been.

"NOT that I've minded. At all!.So maybe tonight's not great, that's fine. Just asked."

And he asks so rarely.

And I didn't mind last time, not one bit.

So it's fine, of course it is, I'm just surprised.

"Darling, when do I ever say 'no' to you?"

"Do you want a list?" he sasses, fingers ready to count off. 

Then he sees my face.

"No? So is that a yes?"

"It was gonna be until you got all uppity, you little brat."

He cracks me up, he does.

I have a tendency to take myself too seriously and he manages to let me be fairly serious almost all the time yet not go too overboard.

Every now and then he reminds me to relax and it's good for me, the balance and the reeling me back in gently.

"It's not my fault that you felt so good that I want more, Emmett."

"But it's your fault you came so quickly" I tease because that's actually my fault too and we both know it.

"Yeah. Sure. Well this time, Emmett. I plan on taking my time. Upstairs?"

"Only if you strip down to your undies and walk up first. Gotta get me in the mood, Finnegan."

"As if you're ever not. But look who's talking, fine," he says as he lifts his shirt over his head and pushes his shorts down.

"Objectify me all you want. I don't mind."

He winks at me which cracks me up and then sashays slowly up the stairs.

"Is that enough ass shaking for ya? Hmm?"

It's probably a good thing he's being a dumb ass because otherwise I'd have him pinned against the stairs by now and be rutting against him.

I keep my distance so I have a nice view and then follow him into our room.

Oops, shit.

"Finnegan? My bag is downstairs and you're topping so..."

"God damn it. Topping is hard. Fine, I will get it. FINE."

He's flying down the stairs and comes back winded, bag in one hand and wine in the other.

"It's heavy..." but he stops because I'm sitting on the stool naked and stroking myself.

"Come here," I tell him and he does.

The energy shifts and we both know that we're serious now.

"You're gorgeous, Emmett and make me feel so good that I just want to... to make you feel good."

I know what he means but he's having a hard time making sense because I'm mouthing his cock through his cute undies.

"You do but I like having my hair pulled, especially by you darling."

That's it, there they are, pushing my hair back away from my face. This is going to be fun.

"First I want to drink wine off of you. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all but I might wanna return the favor."

"Oh I'll make sure you get a taste, Emmett, don't worry."

So I don't. 

"I'm all yours, Finnegan."

[lazy-queer]

korea month 2 accomplishments

actually got kinda good at painting my nails didn’t forget my umbrella but still got super wet in the rain picked knitting back up and started a scarf got so crazy congested (but only on my right side) that I kept on crying (but only out of my right eye) went to a flea market and traditional market on a hunt for nice pottery found a fruit and veggie market that’s less crazy expensive than normal got schooled by 8 year olds inline skating got a SIM card!!! had a friend come visit and stay with me for a week did a fun little night walking tour  bought what I thought was peach milk but was actually peach juice. still good but sad no peach milk. went to jeju with my friend and we climbed a crater and drank orange juice and went to the aquarium to see otters and saw a waterfall and did go carts and ate yummy pork and almost missed our flight home attended a conference trying to recruit doctors which did not go well but oh well you live and you learn found an area that sells traditional style/antique pottery so now I can start my collection of fun bowls went to a cafe in said area that was selling bowls for under 500 won each so I got two bowls for less than $1!! almost had a hissy fit trying to order furniture online. why is it so complicated. why.  booked a trip to Japan!!! on an impulse without waiting to see if my time off gets approved!!!!  moved into my final apartment! built an ikea chair and only messed it up a little bit!  went to the farmers market which is like my #1 source of serotonin so you can imagine after ~2 months of depravation my joy was off the charts bought some small super cute handmade ceramic bowls for my mise en place! for some more ceramic stuff (enough that I'm satisfied for now) including a cute little weiner dog chopstick rest!!!!  resigned myself to buying a $300 mattress topper because the springs in my bed were so uncomfortable before realizing that my mattress was just upside down, so now it’s right side up and I didn’t spend $300 actually got my apartment 97% organized with what I'll have for now, excited to find some new stuff to put in it got in a fight with my obgyn from roughly 11k miles away because they keep billing me for random shit did a proper commute for the first time!!!! I feel like I'll like it better after suffering for 2 months without sufficient distance from my office got a free bread maker and a free inflatable mattress and a free projector and a shit ton of free tupperware  bought a handmade by aunties crochet rug! made lunch to bring to work instead of eating out for the first time (in korea, I have brought lunch to work before) had some dope ass duck and pork bbq found some super cute English language bookstores got rainbow fairy lights! finally found frozen vegetables got a new big boss made some really tasty curry

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@/tokyodrifter129: Ok but who knew watching a man building a crib could be such a turn on?!

> @/Y/nCavill: Babe I was thinkin the exact same thing 😭 it’s like porn for me now

>> @bulkyhulk: OMG SHE IS SUCH A MOOD I CANT BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT

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@/lizziedwire: Y/n is so cute with her baby bump🥺 The way her hand is just constantly touching on it and the way she smiles at her tummy just makes me wanna cry my eyes out. She’s so precious

> @/marvelledsire: let’s talk about her pregnancy glow though?? Like don’t get me wrong the woman was already stunning before, but even i’m findin her irresistible to look at

@/livingonntheflatearth: Did anyone notice in the video when Henry was reading the instruction manual to the crib, and his other hand was just rubbing Y/n's stomach mindlessly. I just know he positioned her rocking chair right there for that exact reason. But also I can’t blame her if she just wanted to watch him up close 🤪

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@/Cavillsfangirl00: Their nursery is so cutely decorated, all the pastel stuffies and toys on the shelves; DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE SUPERHERO BABY BOOKS THEY HAVE. I’m volunteering to be reincarnated as their baby

> @/leavemealonepls: Watching Henry in a vest top and shorts trying to build a crib, is something we didn’t know we needed. Thank you Y/n for posting this😭😭

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@/Tacosandcheese: Henry leaning his head up like a kid to ask Y/n for a kiss as a reward gets me all giggly every time. Who knew a man needed a kiss after every hammer hit☠️

> @/clarkentwho: Y/n looks so done with him every time he put his head up for that😭 but did you see how she always ended up smiling into their kiss?! I’m sleeping on the highway tonight for real

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@/369girlswannadrink: My favourite part of this video has to be when Henry accidentally dropped a bit of wood too loud and instantly turned around to Y/n, scared that he had “woken the weep chap”

> @/presidentofyourheart: Mine was when he finished the crib and him and Y/n started placing the mattress in it, you could see them both tearing up when they were hugging that dog stuffed toy they had😩

>> @/Saneiofanhere: How about when Y/n was sat eating baby sausages and every few seconds Henry would open his mouth and she’d try to aim one into it, then at one point she just got grouchy cause she ran out and he went and got her more. Sausage queen

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@/noobmasterer: Y/n is absolutely stunning in her maternity dress, i’m actually in awe, what a goddess

> @/henrycavill: yeah imagine how I feel waking up to her everyday

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@/beyoncesbackupdancer: Yall remember when they just revealed their pregnancy, AND HENRY CHANGED ALL HIS BIOS TO SAY “Future dad” This man is so extra i love it

> @/jellybaby: Can we blame him though? Mans has waited ages for a woman like her and waited even more for his own family. He deserves it sm!!

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@/Iminlove: I nearly cried when the baby kicked Y/n’s stomach in the video and Henry dropped everything to go to her side to soothe the baby, with gentle kisses and cuddles😭😭

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@/princesspopper: No lie I saw them buying the crib in ikea, and Henry was complaining wondering why the baby couldn’t sleep with them☠️☠️ Y/n had to hit him up the head and remind him that he can’t squish the poor thing

> @/princesspopper: THEN Y/n hugged him but she couldn’t cause of her stomach so he went around and hugged her from behind. I’m jealous can you tell

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@/britishenthusiast: Omg the plaster cast of Y/n's bump in the background is so fricking cute, I heard that Henry did it himself at home.

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@/bringitonsatan: I hate how there’s still fans hating on this beautiful family, CANT YOU SEE THEYRE LITERAL PERFECTION

> @/emmalovescake: omg yeah i know right, you can clearly see how much love they have for each other just by their eyes, I can’t imagine what they’re going to be like when their baby is here

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@/cheesytoes: Ok but Y/n ogling Henry while he’s building the crib is a mood, Henry ogling Y/n while she’s sorting out the toys is also a mood. I’m in love with them both

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@/Y/ncavillstan1: I can’t wait for vids of Y/n with their baby and singing them to sleep😭 I need to see it.

> @angelfeeder: I know AND I CAN ALREADY SEE THE BABY IN RUGBY GEAR CUS OF HENRY OMG

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@/Y/nCavill: @/HenryCavill you purposely put the bar of this crib too high, I can’t get out of it

> @/Henrycavill: I told you not to get in it pet, luckily it’s big enough for a feckn bear

>> @/Y/nCavill: Please baby i’m gonna piss myself, I just wanted to check if it was comfortable enough for our baby boo 🥺

>>> @/HenryCavill: Alright babs i’m coming up now

>>>> @/supermanreds: stop it. The cuteness is too much.

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Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @thereisa8ella @pandaxnienke @kimhtoo17 @beck07990 @vrittivsanghavi @dumb-fawkin-bitch @madebylilly

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Hit Fast Forward

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (F) Other Characters: Haechan, Wendy, Taeyong, Yuta  Genre: Smut, Comedy, College AU, Porn AU Summary: Y/N goes back to film one more porn before calling it quits. This time, her co-star is Jaehyun, or "Coach Jae". He looks as gentle like as a prince, but he's as wicked as a demon. He won't let her off the hook, or rather tennis court, easily. Warnings: pornography, alcohol, food, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), ass smacking, spitting, spit swallowing, degradation, anal fingering, creampie, overstimulation, choking, squirting, slight dubcon, Jaehyun is mean (but it’s fake?) Word Count: 3.6k A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Finally! The next installment in the Hit Series. This took a while to write for various reasons (both related to writing and not related to writing) and I had to throw out many drafts. Maybe they’ll show up in another fic in the future and not as a cheesy porno. There is a moment of slight dubcon towards the end, though scripted. Either way, I'm calling that out. This series is not intended to glamorize and/or glorify the porn industry. This is purely fictional. If you’re under 18 and/or not comfortable with anything listed in the warnings, DO NOT READ THIS. If you think I should include any additional warnings, please let me know.   Taglist: @kawennote09​ @yesohhsehun (can’t tag) Taglist Form

Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind | 04. Hit Fast Forward

Y/N is full of regret. She knows she shouldn’t have done it, but doing it felt so good - so liberating. To celebrate midterms ending, she went bar hopping with friends and got shitfaced the previous night. The euphoria was only short term. Now, she’s suffering the consequences with a hangover that’s making her feel like her head will explode. The only comfort she has is knowing that she has her favorite hangover cure - ramen with extra cheese melted on top. She sits down at their creaky IKEA dining table, when she hears Haechan slam his bedroom door open. He stomps over and glares at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you did porn again?” Haechan screams. Y/N drops her chopsticks and massages her temples. The throbbing headache was just starting to disappear before Haechan made his entrance.

“I don’t have to tell you everything I do,” Y/N retorts.

She grabs her chopsticks from her bowl and starts stuffing her face with ramen. Haechan sighs and storms into the kitchen to  himself a bowl of cereal. Y/N tries to eat as quickly as she can, she knows Haechan has more to say, he was never one to let others have the last word. After Haechan pours milk into his cereal, he shoves a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and aggressively chews. After he’s had a few bites, he snaps his head in Y/N’s direction.

“Well the porn thing was my idea!” Haechan emphasizes by waving his spoon in Y/N’s direction.

“Okay? Thanks Haechan? Is that what you were looking for?” Y/N rolls her eyes and goes back to enjoying her ramen.

Haechan huffs at her complete disregard. “You should at least treat me. Kimchi jjigae? Some coffee? Maybe new headphones. Yeah, definitely, new headphones.”

“So you can watch porn on full volume while I suffer from hearing you jerk off? No thanks.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll get myself a sugar mama. I’m cute. I’m playful. I’m everything MILFs dream about.”

“But do you even know how to fuck?”

Haechan slams his bowl of Frosted Flakes on their dining table and flops down onto the chair across from Y/N. He violently stirs his cereal and scowls at Y/N.

“If you’re so concerned, then you should teach me. It’s not like you have any trouble there.”

Y/N slurps the ramen broth harder than she meant to and has a coughing fit. Haechan grabs the chopsticks and bowl out of Y/N’s hands. Y/N figures he’ll help by patting her back, but instead, he grabs ramen from the bowl and quickly slurps.

“What…the…fuck?” Y/N coughs out.

Haechan waves the chopsticks in the air dismissively. “Speaking of fuck, why the fuck do you only film threesomes?”

“First of all, gross! Chew with your mouth closed, you gremlin!” Y/N snatches her chopsticks and bowl back from Haechan. “Second of all, it was only twice.”

“And you’ve only filmed twice! That means 100% threesomes! Now you’re the new girl that likes to get all her holes stuffed,”

“Okay, can we not talk about this right now? I’m trying to eat and you’re not helping my hangover.” Y/N massages her forehead to temporarily relieve some of the pain.

Haechan raises his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just trying to be supportive!”

“You can be supportive by shutting up.”

Haechan grumbles out a complaint too low for Y/N to hear. They eat in awkward silence for the rest of their meals. Y/N mulls over what to say to Haechan next. After their little tiff, Y/N knows she has to come clean to him on anything regarding her little venture. She drops her chopsticks into the bowl and the clanking sound catches Haechan’s attention.

“Well, for your information, I’m filming one more porn and that’s it,” Y/N states. Haechan pauses for a moment and the corners of his mouth slowly rise into a smile.

“Is it a threesome?” Haechan jokes.

Y/N rolls her eyes. At least he’s still acting like himself.

“You’ll just have to find out.” With that, Y/N gets up and puts her bowl in the sink and turns to Haechan.

“Since I’m the breadwinner of this household, you’re washing my bowl.”

Haechan groans, but Y/N leaves before Haechan can spin the same argument that he deserves a cut of her fortune.

Her last filming day arrives sooner than Y/N anticipates. A few days later, she heads over to the filming location - an indoor tennis court. Adrenaline and nerves both rush through her as she enters the location. At first glance, it seems entirely empty except for some of the filming crew. Wendy rushes over to Y/N as soon as she spots her and  ushers her into the locker room to get dressed. Y/N’s outfit is simple - white polo crop top, navy blue tennis skirt and white tennis shoes. Her tennis skirt is intentionally short enough to show off a bit of the curve of her ass and red thong. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail to complete her sporty look. Once she’s ready, she steps onto the court. Wendy rushes over and gives her a quick scan and nods.

“Looks good! You’re ready to retire like a champ!” Wendy hypes her up.

Wendy walks her over to where Jaehyun is sitting by the tennis court and introduces them. Wendy excuses herself to help set up, leaving Y/N and Jaehyun alone. Y/N immediately notices how handsome he is. He looks like a prince - classically handsome, well-built physique and charming dimples. He’s dressed in a polo and shorts, showing off his toned muscular build.

“God. Am I really going to get fucked by this guy???” Y/N thinks to herself. Y/N tries to be as discreet as possible checking Jaehyun out, but she accidentally makes eye contact with him. He chuckles and shows off his dimples. Her face heats up realizing she’s been caught in the act. There’s a moment of awkward silence until Jaehyun clears his throat.

“You know, in my first porn they had me running around in a jockstrap,” Jaehyun confesses, trying to ease her discomfort. He turns to the left glaring at Taeyong and shouts, “Taeyong is an asshole.”

“I was lucky to start fully clothed then!” Y/N laughs. “But he eventually gets everyone naked. It’s a talent.”

Jaehyun lets out a deep laugh. “You’re funny. I like you.”

Taeyong strides over and elbows Jaehyun. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll hate Jaehyun by the end of today.”

Jaehyun and Taeyong continue their bickering until Wendy clears her throat.

“If you’re both done acting like kids, we should get started.”

“I’m almost done setting up.” Taeyong sighs. He starts on his way, but turns to Jaehyun. “Don’t think I can’t kick your ass. I’ve been working out!”

“I’d love to see you try!” Jaehyun taunts.

“We can save that for another porn with you two. Get your pancake ass moving, Taeyong!” Wendy barks.

Y/N makes a mental note to keep an eye out for it in case Wendy’s serious. She hasn’t seen too much of Jaehyun’s previous work before either and adds that to her list too, especially the porn of him running around in a jockstrap. She tries not to think too hard about the image, but finds it a little hard knowing he’s going to be naked in a few minutes.

“Have you ever played tennis?” Jaehyun asks, breaking her out of daydreaming about him in a jockstrap.

“Uhhh does Ping Pong count?” Y/N responds.

“Ping Pong?” Jaehyun laughs incredulously. “Oh definitely not. That’s not a real sport.”

“Yes it is! You hit a ball! It’s a sport! It’s in the Olympics!” Y/N argues.

“By that definition, sex is a sport too,” Jaehyun retorts.

“Well then, it is!”

The two continue their bickering and the previous tension is long gone. Jaehyun is a lot friendlier and easygoing than Y/N had expected. After a couple of moments, Taeyong whistles to grab their attention.

“If you both are done arguing, let’s get started. Maybe channel that into fucking,” Taeyong suggests.

Y/N and Jaehyun roll their eyes and make their way towards the center of the court. Taeyong gives them some general guidelines of areas where they should be and a reminder to ignore him when he’s up close with the camera. They get in their positions and Taeyong yells “Action!” at them.

Y/N takes a deep breath and walks up to Jaehyun by the bench. She drops off her duffel bag and makes a show of bending over. Jaehyun makes an obvious show of checking her out.

“Hi I’m Y/N. I’m here for my tennis lesson with you,” Y/N introduces herself.

“I’m Coach Jae.” Jaehyun reaches his hand out and Y/N shakes it. He looks at her from head to toe and smiles. “You’re definitely dressed to do some damage.”

“I’m ready for you, Coach.” Y/N giggles.

“Good. Grab your racket and meet me by the cart.”

Y/N nods and turns to her duffel bag. Y/N bends down and arches her back to show off her soaked thong and ass. She slowly grabs her tennis racket to make sure Taeyong gets a good shot.

After she stands up straight, she jogs over to Jaehyun. He explains they’ll do some warm up drills and throws a ball towards her to hit to warm up. Once they start, she clumsily misses the ball. Jaehyun gives her an encouraging smile and throws her another ball, she misses again. And again.

Changing strategies, he gives her some balls to hit by herself. Unfortunately, she does a poor job of hitting them over the net. Jaehyun rubs his face in frustration and calls Y/N over to him.

“You know what? I think that’s enough for today.” Jaehyun folds his arms and sighs. “You’re not focusing.”

“I’m sorry, Coach! I -” Y/N begs.

Jaehyun scoffs and drops his tennis racket. “You’re sorry? You haven’t been paying attention at all.”

“I’m really sorry, Coach! Please let me make it up to you!” Y/N is on her knees, looking up at Jaehyun with a pleading look.

Jaehyun lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head. He grabs Y/N’s shoulder and pulls her up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely make it up to me.” He grabs the hem of her polo and tugs. “Strip.”

Y/N gulps thickly at his order and nods. She slowly takes off her polo and drops it on the court. Jaehyun smiles and gives her an encouraging nod. Y/N unzips her tennis skirt and lets it drop around her feet. She reaches back to unhook her bra, but Jaehyun grabs her hand to stop her. He unhooks her bra and throws it to the ground. His hands immediately go to massage her boobs. Y/N lets out a gasp from the contact. She feels herself getting wetter and wanting him more. He turns her around, facing her back to him. Jaehyun slides his right hand to her ass and gives her right ass cheek a squeeze, causing Y/N to mewl.

“Hmm nice. Really nice,” he comments, letting go of her ass.

Without warning, his hand comes down to smack her ass. Y/N yelps and jumps forward from the impact. She knows from the stinging sensation that it’ll leave a mark. Jaehyun moves his hand to cup her pussy and laughs.

“So fucking wet.” He nudges Y/N to spread her thighs. He rubs his fingers against her folds, coating them with her wetness. He teases her by rubbing the tips of his fingers on her clit then sliding them to her entrance.

“Mmm Coach,” Y/N moans. Her pussy clenches to try to feel more of his fingers. Jaehyun immediately pulls his fingers away and Y/N pouts.

“I thought you wanted to make it up to me,” Jaehyun taunts.

“Here?” Y/N asks. Jaehyun nods in response.

“But Coach, what if someone comes in?” Y/N replies, feigning a sense of fear.

“You’re worried about getting caught now?” He tilts her face up and smirks. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Let everyone see a slut like you get fucked good.”

Jaehyun shoves Y/N to the ground and hovers over her. His hands slide to her boobs and pinch her nipples. Y/N lets out a whine. She wants more, she needs more of Jaehyun.

“Fucking whore,” Jaehyun face twists in anger. He tightly grabs Y/N’s cheeks and forces her mouth open. He spits into her mouth and forces her mouth closed.

“Swallow,” Jaehyun commands. Y/N nods and swallows.

“Good. You do know how to follow directions now.”

Jaehyun stands up to quickly take off his clothes. Y/N presses up on her forearms to get a better look of his muscular physique. He slides his boxer briefs off and starts pumping his half hard cock. Y/N admires the sight and bites her lower lip in anticipation. She’s looking forward to this.

“Like what you see?” Jaehyun leans closer and grabs her ponytail. He pulls her closer to his cock. “I better not have to coach you to do this.”

Y/N nods and grabs his length tight. She slowly licks the tip, tasting the saltiness. Jaehyun lets out a moan of approval. She trails down the underside of his cock to his balls. She takes his balls in mouth and fists his cock.

“Fuck! So good,” Jaehyun says in appreciation

Y/N gives another lick to his tip and lets go of his cock.

“Coach, I want you inside me.” Y/N looked up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun lets out a low growl and pushes Y/N back onto the ground.

Jaehyun spreads her thighs, exposing her dripping pussy. He runs two fingers down her folds and spreads them to show off how wet she is. He rubs his cock on her folds to collect some of her wetness then presses into her without warning.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out from the unexpected stretch.

Jaehyun stills inside her and gives her thighs a comforting squeeze. He sucks on a sensitive spot on her inner thigh and she nods soon to signal him to continue. Jaehyun thrusts into her immediately at a brutal pace. Despite the friction from the court on her back, Y/N only feels the pleasure from Jaehyun.

Y/N knows she’s close and wants to feel more of him. She puts her hands on Jaehyun’s toned pecs and takes her time moving her hands down to feel his muscular body. Her hands make their way to his hips and she tightens her grip. From the way Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows, he’s well aware that she’s getting close. He pulls out of her, causing her to whine.

“Not so fast.” Jaehyun grabs her by the ponytail and pulls her up. “Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N immediately complies. She rests the right side of her face, shoulders and knees on the ground and arches her back. Jaehyun is quick to spread her ass, grabbing each cheek tight enough to bruise. He pushes his cock back inside of Y/N. Y/N whimpers from how deep the new angle hits her. Jaehyun also lets out a groan from how good the new angle feels. He pounds into her at a steady speed.

It doesn’t take long until Y/N looks up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes, conveying that she’s close to her peak. Jaehyun knows she needs just a little more. He trails his thumb from the edge of her pussy up to her rim. Y/N is too caught up in her own pleasure to realize what he’s planning. He presses his thumb into her rim, making her suddenly clench around his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N screams out. She feels herself get closer with the unexpected stretching in her ass.

Jaehyun keeps his whole thumb inside her rim and tightly grips her ass while roughly pounding deeper and faster into her. With each thrust, Y/N feels the pain morphing into pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the tension to snap and her orgasm hits her. She lets out a string of curses as her pussy convulses around Jaehyun’s dick. He laughs and keeps his rough pace even after she rides out her high.

Sensing that Y/N needs a break, Jaehyun pulls out and pushes Y/N onto her back. He rests her right leg on his left shoulder. He smirks when he sees her pussy still convulsing. The break is short lived and pushes his cock back inside her.

“Fuuuck! Your cunt feels so fucking good!” Jaehyun groans as he stills inside her.

Jaehyun pounds into her quickly and Y/N squirms underneath him from the overstimulation. The sensation from his thrusts is too much too soon. Y/N starts tearing up. Jaehyun smiles and wipes away her tears.

“You’re crying?” Jaehyun taunts. “Good, you learned your lesson.”

Jaehyun seems to be more turned on by her crying and pounds into her at an unrelenting speed. Fortunately, it only takes a couple of more thrusts before Jaehyun reaches his peak. He bites into the soft skin on her inner thigh as he cums inside her. Y/N screams from the feeling of both. Jaehyun continues to thrust into her as finishes releasing inside of her.

Jaehyun takes a moment to catch his breath before he carefully pulls out of her. He watches his cum drip out of Y/N’s pussy. Jaehyun takes his fingers and collects as much of his dripped out cum as he can.

“Tsk. First you waste my time and now you waste my cum.”

Jaehyun slips his cum-soaked fingers inside of her and fucks her. This is all a little too much too soon for Y/N and her legs begin to shake.

“Oh God! Please! It’s too much!” Y/N cries.

“Too much? You want me to stop?” Jaehyun stills his fingers inside her.

Even if it was too much, Y/N still needed more. Y/N squirms around, trying to build up the lost sensation. As much as she was shaking from overstimulation, she still wanted his touch. Her pussy tightens around his fingers urging him to continue.

“No! Please! I’m so close!” Y/N begs. “I need to come again!”

“Pathetic whore.” Jaehyun bends forward and with his free hand grips her neck and squeezes.

“I’m fucking my cum back inside you. You want that, don’t you?” Jaehyun mocks.

Y/N nods. Tears are rolling down her face, both from the ache of want and the pressure on her neck.

“Use your words,” Jaehyun demands.

He loosens his grip on her throat. Y/N gasps for air and coughs.

“Please. I want your cum inside me,” Y/N rasps out.

Jaehyun smirks and tightens his grip on her neck once again. He slips in a third finger inside her pussy and starts pumping his fingers in and out again. He curves his fingers and pounds into her g-spot. Y/N reacts immediately and her pussy tightens around his fingers.

“Fuck. You like that? You like getting stuffed with my cum.” Jaehyun laughs

Y/N nods. “Please, Coach, I need to come!”

Jaehyun erratically rubs her clit to take her over the edge, pussy gripping his fingers tightly. He keeps thrusting his fingers and Y/N cries out as fluid squirts out soaking Jaehyun’s hand. That wasn’t part of the script, but Y/N feels too good to think about anything except enjoying the moment. Jaehyun looks genuinely surprised by her squirting, but quickly masks his expression with a triumphant smile.

“Aaaand cut!” Taeyong shouts.

Jaehyun collapses next to Y/N to rest.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Jaehyun apologizes. He lightly places a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. It was all in the script.” Y/N waves him off. “Well, minus the squirting. That was my favorite though.”

Jaehyun’s ears turn a shade of red. “Well that’s a relief, but I still feel bad.”

“So bad, you came inside her? So bad, you fingered your cum back inside her?” Taeyong chimes in. He throws bathrobes at the two of them.

“Fuck off.” Jaehyun shoots him a glare. They both get in their bathrobes quickly.

“I’m just here to tell you both to hit the showers before Wendy screams at you.” Taeyong shoos them off towards the locker room.

After they get cleaned up, they all go out for dinner to celebrate Y/N’s retirement from porn. Everyone is slightly tipsy by the end of the night except Taeyong, who kept losing to Yuta at Rock, Paper, Scissors and had 10 too many shots for a lightweight. When it comes time for Y/N to leave, Jaehyun gives Y/N a tube of Arnica and a box of Salon Pas as a parting gift. He apologizes once again, but Y/N waves him off. Despite how rough he was on screen, he lives up to his gentleman stereotype.