#it was pretty good up until that point but then!! sick!! to my tummy!!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

just finished s4 episode 20 "small potatoes"... i mostly had fun, but the end left me feeling icky and then i no longer enjoyed it!!!! will elaborate at a later date!!!

[sweetheartsaku]

—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings- MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - Soft Toji!! This chapter-mostly just fluffy cuteness, some oral and pregnant sex

ꕥ Word Count- this chap- 5k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 12 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 13

Three months later

About six months along

You stare at yourself in the mirror, grimacing as you touch your tummy, tracing three long silvery stretch marks, turning this way and that, you’re getting big already, just your tummy and nothing else really, aside from a fullness to your breasts. Breasts your annoying fiance constantly wants to grab, touch and suck on, you are dressed in a tank top and Toji’s sweats, your new favorite things.

“Doll, you’re taking forever, you good? Sick or anything?” Toji asks from outside the bathroom door, and you sigh, stepping out and frowning. His eyes immediately go to your tummy, his big hands on it, as he leans down and kisses you. “Fuck you look so sexy.”

“Toji I look like a fucking watermelon! A blob! And look.” You point then, feeling tears in your eyes at your stretch marks, and Toji scoffs, leaning down on his knees now, looking up at you and kissing your tummy. “No, it’s-”

“Beautiful, doll. Look at you.” He’s kissing up your stretch marks, as you brush back his hair, all sweaty from his workout, sticking to his tanned forehead.

“No, you’re an Insta Baddie and I’m a whale.” He snorts then, you watched Toji post another picture and get another 10k likes, fuck he’s bad at pictures too, imagine if these women saw him forreal?

You both had been on several dates and women were thirsty for him, but Toji only has eyes for you, and you don’t get it, because your fingers are swelling and your tummy is so big. He’s more on you than ever, if that’s possible, constantly trying to touch you, suck on your nipples, trying to get you to ride him, but you’re so insecure as you get further along.

“You’re sexy as fuck. Keep talking shit about yourself and I’ll not let you cum tonight.” You tremble a bit, because fuck you’re always horny.

“Mmm, we have Megs, Yuji and Nobara coming for dinner, you know. You need to help me find something pretty.”

He chuckles as he stands, big hands still on your tummy. “Doll, I sure ain’t picking outfits, got me soft enough like a lil bitch.”

“Oh please!” You pout, and he scowls, dark green eyes narrowing.

“Nah, ya got enough clothes, brat. Go pick em or greet em in this.” He grins, yanking on your sweatpants (his sweats!?) 

“Ugh, no! Fine, mean old man. Ow!” Toji pinches your nipples then, sensitive as fuck, making you gasp. “Dick! Let go!”

“Don’t like your attitude.”

“Don’t like yours!”

“Baby got you so angry, swear to god.”

“You wanted one!”

“Yes I do!” He’s cupping your face then, slamming his lips down, and you feel yourself get so wet, moaning as he grabs you so tight, until he feels the baby kick his torso, and he looks down, laughing so soft, a beautiful grin on his stern face. “Oh my god… well hello baby.”

You giggle then, unable to keep an attitude when your baby kicks once more, now on Toji’s big palm. “She’s angry with you, Toji.”

“She’s gonna be a brat like you.” You just grin, as she does a somersault inside you, and kicks your rib, making you wince. “See?”

“Fuck you, Toji.”

“Fuck me huh?” He scowls again, done with your attitude quite clearly, and turns you, bending you over the kitchen table, sliding down your sweats and smacking your backside.

“Ow!” You bite your lip, thighs shifting as the movement makes you so wet, and Toji smirks at you as you look back. “Gonna smack your pregnant wife!?”

“Fuck yeah I am. Look how big that ass is getting-”

“Hey fuck you! Ah!”

“I like it, lemme enjoy. Mm, these handprints.” Toji smacks you gently, it stings a bit but nothing like he’d do before you started showing more. He acts ‘rough’ but he really takes it too easy, too worried to hurt the baby. “So slutty, you like it huh Ma?”

“Mmm, shut up. Ngh!” Toji smacks your pussy, making you spread your thighs for more, praying your baby will stop kicking, and she finally does, so you can focus on how good it feels as he runs a rough finger through your folds.

“Be a good girl and I’ll fuck you. Be bad and you can just get licked everywhere but that clit.”

“Mmm, I’ll be good!” You whine, Toji has been loving to lick your pussy all over, avoiding your clit to torture you when you’re bad, until he has you a damn mess. “Toji, can’t stand like this long…”

“Oh shit, c’mon.” He slides up your sweats now, picking you up with ease still, and you’re kissing his hot, firm lips, so hungry for him. He’s got you on the bed now, sitting on the edge, kneeling between your legs. “How ya wanna do it, doll? I never know what’s good, you’re so bitchy so much.”

“Mmm… I’m sorry.” You blink back tears and he frowns.

“Don’t say sorry and shit. I knew you’d be the bitchiest pregnant girl, and I still fuckin did it.” You giggle now, and he sighs. “Fuck these mood swings.”

“Ugh I know! Don’t know if I’m sad, horny, hungry or happy.” He kisses your thighs over your sweats, hands rubbing your tummy.

“I know what ya are, doll.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” You whisper, caressing his strong jawline. He kisses your palm then kisses your belly button.

“Gorgeous as fuck. That’s what. Prettiest brat there is.” Your lips are trembling now, as you sniffle, then you yank him up by his broad shoulders.

“I fucking love you, Toji” He’s kissing you as he’s standing, bent at the waist, as you lean back and he’s caressing your breasts with his big hands.

“I love you, mean little brat. Gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Take baby aspirin, old man. Fuck!” He pinches your nipple with a scowl, and you grin up at him then. “You’re the most handsome man there is, Toji, I swear to god. I’ll never, ever want anyone but you.”

He blinks at your sincerity, moaning and slipping his hand down your sweats, rubbing your clit, soaked already, as he studies you, pulling your hair gently at the base of your neck. “I’ll never want anyone, how could I? Look at you, fuck you’re so wet f’me too ain’t ya baby?”

“Always, always.” You whisper, then you’re grinding on his hand as two fingers slide in.

“You’re so wet doll, oh my god.” He moans, playing with you, and you hear it, the sounds of that lewd squishing in the room.

“Want you, please Toji.” You plead now, and he’s letting you undress him, as you eagerly take him in your mouth, lapping up the salty precum at his tip, letting it coat your mouth now. He’s huffing, his abs flexing as his hips thrust, not fully, Toji is so careful even though his hands are shaking.

Your eyes look up at him, and he looks down with his lidded gaze, his teeth bared just so, and you suck him harder, lashes low over your dazed eyes. “You’re such a good girl f’me, for once huh?”

“Just once.” You tease, flicking your tongue and stroking him, before he’s slipping down your top, moaning at your breasts, so full and bouncy, and you pull his cock closer, nodding, letting him stroke his cock between them.

“Holy… oh my… look at ‘em. Look at em s’pretty.” He’s a mess now, as you hold your jiggly tits together for him, as he’s fucking his thick, veiny cock between them, hands sliding down the sides of them, making you shiver. “Lemme eat you, please.”

“I can’t see you though!” You pout, and he laughs, breathless.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t see your pretty pussy. Don’t deny a man his meal, damn brat.”

“Oh fine but I miss looking at you!” He pulls you by your now bare thighs, diving down as you lay back on the bed, legs dangling over the edge and on his strong shoulders, feeling his muscles tense as he lavishes you with his tongue, and fuck it feels so good, you’re screaming out. “T-Toji!”

He’s smiling against you, you can’t see his damn eyes, all you see is your huge tits and tummy, your eyes closing as you try to reach down, but he takes a hand and holds your wrist, squeezing and giving you just enough roughness. You’re whimpering as he’s drinking you up, fuck you hear him sucking your wetness, exhaling and moaning on you.

“It tastes even better.” He whispers, sliding a thick digit in your soppy little cunt, which sucks it in, as he watches it disappear so pretty between those puffy lips. He’s sucking your clit into his mouth now, lavishing the tiny pearl with his tongue as he vibrates it by groaning.

“Toji!” You scream out, thighs threatening to close, but he sucks right through it, as you cum so messy all over his face and his hand, gushing liquid, you feel it hot and wet down your ass now. “Oh my god.”

“Would think your water broke, cum so much, lil slut.” You gasp, but he’s leaned up and now you see that handsome, rugged face you love, and it’s half covered in your slick.

“Get in there, please, jerk!” He is rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds now, leaning just a bit over you, as you swipe back his inky black locks, and he pushes in  so easy. You’re whining at the stretch, and you can’t stop it, you cum again when he’s hitting that cervix, and he grins.

“So easy, brat- oh fuck, stop tightening up!” He’s tense over you, and you grin as you get him back, and you feel him so good, you moan, cumming still, getting him so wet he’s slippery, even as tight as you are. “Oh my… you better not….”

“Gonna bust fast old man?” He gently smacks your face as you giggle.

“I will beat this ass when you’re ready again. Fuck you so hard.” He says, putting just enough pressure now in your pussy, as he’s so careful to keep any weight off your tummy, and you cling to him, around his neck, biting your lip and cheeks flushing. He sighs then, pausing.

“Wh-what? I’ll loosen up. Don’t stop.” You whine, rolling your hips up, and he shakes his head, brushing your hair back gently, then his thumb brushes a rounding cheek.

“Nah, just beautiful is all.” You feel those tears back, slamming his lips to yours as he fucks into you, steady and slow and so good, until you’re both falling apart, and he’s pulsing inside of you, as you’re throbbing from your aftershocks. “Gonna fill you up s’good, doll.”

“Fill me up, please Daddy.” At that Toji cums, and he cums hard, those ribbons of that white cum soaking into your walls, coating them, as he slows, kissing your face, your breasts, hands rubbing your tummy.

“You’re so sexy, fuck, doll. Like this?” He’s eased out now, kissing your tummy, and you exhale, trembling and trying to come to, nothing about sex with Toji was anything but mind blowing.

“I love you so much.” You say softly, as he melts your insecurities away, this gruff man with his nasty ass jokes and lewd looks, he makes you feel so beautiful even when you’re so down. There is no being down when you’re with Toji Fushiguro, he will never let you be.

“I love you, lil Mama.” You smile against his lips as he eases you up, and then he’s gone for a moment, back with a washcloth, cleaning you up.

“Does it bother you, the… um hair? It annoys me.” You grumble, and he smirks, shaking his head.

“Kinda like it, doll. Do you not?”

“No I don’t. But I can’t see it or reach it!”

“Need me to shave ya?”

“Please.” He sighs.

“I think it’s cute.” He’s rubbing the hair you can't see on your mound. “But whatever ya want, brat.”

“Yay!”

******

You are sitting at dinner now, that you and Toji had cooked together, and Megumi pulls out a seat next to him for you, patting it. You sit down gratefully, leaning your head on his shoulder for a moment, and catch Toji’s soft smile as Megumi touches your tummy, and gasps when he feels it, the bump of your baby girl saying hello, his usually serious features softened.

“Oh my god… It's doing that now!?” You giggle, nodding as you take his hand, pressing it a little higher on your bump.

“You haven’t seen me in like two months, it was hard to tell then. Now she’s vicious, I swear.” Megumi smiles just a bit, dark lashes lowering as he looks at your tummy in your pretty white sundress.

You remember when he found out.

3 months ago

“You’re what!? Dad I swear to god, the fuck!” Megumi was furious as you both had told him, inviting him to Toji’s home right after leaving Shiu.

“Kid…”

“Don’t kid me. She’s my age. I wouldn’t want a brat, tch.” He pouts and looks at you seriously. “You can’t want a kid yet.”

“Megs, I do… I am really happy. I know it’s weird, but I want this.” You look at him now, and he frowns, looking at his dad again, then you, rolling his eyes.

“God, don’t do that puppy dog eye thing.”

Toji chuckles. “She gets everything that way.”

“Bet she does.” Megumi rolls those dark green eyes, and you keep pouting, eyes wide, until he sighs, touching your still flat tummy. “Do you really want a baby?”

“I do, and I promise I’ll be the best mom.” You touch his hand over yours, and he smiles just a bit finally as he looks down. “You’ll have a little sister or brother!”

“That sounds annoying. A stupid kid, ugh.”

“Hey!” You poke at him now, and he smirks. “You’re such a little shit, Megs!”

“He gets that from me.” Toji ruffles Megumi’s perfect spikes, and he smacks his hand away, grimacing in disgust, but he’s still touching your tummy, his black brows drawing together.

“Hmm. If you’re happy?”

“I am Megs.”

“The fuck, about me kid?” Toji says, standing and crossing his thick, banded biceps, and Megumi snorts.

“Again, if you’re happy.” He says to you, making you grin as Toji fumes.

“How does my kid like you better than me?” He grumbles, and you stick your tongue out, as Megumi’s long fingers slip off your tummy.

“Everyone likes me better, Old man.” Megumi grins at that, and Toji loses his shit, but Megumi is looking at you contemplatively. “What is it, Megs?”

“You look so happy. Glowing.” You blush now.

“I am happy, I really am.”

“Then… fuck it. I guess I’m gonna be a big brother.”

“Yay!” You smack a kiss on his cheek, and Toji smiles at the two of you, devious fucking smile, that makes you both look at him, wide eyed.

“And you’re gonna have a stepmom.”

“Yuck!”

Present- Toji’s POV

Things absolutely changed that day, now Megumi is so sweet, as Yuji and Nobara take turns feeling your tummy, and Toji is making everyone plates, stealing glances at his pretty fiance. One he can’t wait to make his wife, but you’re waiting until after the baby for that, you do have a pretty little diamond ring on your finger that glints in those lights now.

He watches his son laugh next to you, as you carry his daughter, and fuck if you don’t make him a sappy ‘old man’ damn brat that you are. As you’re all flushed and beautiful, glowing so bright, your eyes sparkling as you talk to your best friends. Fuck he’s a lucky man, you’re a goddess to him, you always were, but now you’ve got that tummy, those curves, in that pretty white dress?

You look like Venus herself.

He would probably just call you a sexy lil doll, but he does think you’re his goddess, damn you make him corny. If someone told Toji Fushiguro he’d be such a sap he would never believe it. Megumi feels the baby kick again, and Toji’s heart finally feels full, this void he’d had for so long since he had Megumi was filled, he was so lucky the kid wants to have him in his life.

He’s so lucky he has you three, you, Megs and the baby, even your friends who drive him insane, he just wants you happy. And as you peek at him, sipping on some sparkling water, and you look at him with such love in your pretty eyes, that brilliant smile, it’s like you’re clenching his heart with your tiny little hand.

How was Toji ever lucky enough to have you, and to have a family like this? After fucking up so much, after being just a bum for so long, how has Toji finally got his shit together, finally got a fiance. A beautiful one, a sweet one (lets be real, you’re kind of mean as fuck and bitchy, but Toji loves that) sweet when you want dick, but how’d he even get lucky enough for that?

He peeks and sees Shiu has texted him, and smiles a bit at the phone as he’s grabbing more drinks for everyone. Shiu still hates Toji, and Toji doesn't blame him, but he’s a good damn dad, better than Toji was with Megs. He hopes he can be that good of a dad to your baby, he damn well will try.

He’s picturing a pretty little daughter now, and he can’t stop the stupid smile on his face.

*****

3 months later- Labor day

“Toji Fushiguro, I hate you and your big ass head! Ow fuck!” You scream, holding his hand so tight he’s wincing, scowling right back at you.

“You got the big ass head, blame your damn dad!”

“Excuse me!?” Shiu shouts, looking up from where he has his face covered, terrified as your contractions get quicker. “You got a big ass head Toji!”

“Fuck yes he does. Ugh! You suck so bad I can’t do this!” You’re sobbing at the pain, and Megumi stands then, shaking his head.

“Can’t do it. Dad, be supportive, fuck. Shiu, c’mon… coffee?” Megumi suggests, and Shiu jumps up immediately.

“Cocaine maybe, fuck.”

“Dad!” You scowl and he grimaces.

“You’re scary kiddo. You deserve her to break your hand, Toji.” Shiu says then, and they run out, leaving you with your mean, big headed fiance.

“Brat too tiny can’t have a kid right?”

“Fuck you I can!”

“Mmm, sure you can.”

“Toji I’ll never have one again, I swear ugh!” You squeeze his hand again, screaming out, as the doctors rush in, and they take your vitals.

“She’s not dilating, we can’t keep going much longer, it's been ten hours.” The doctor says, and Toji frowns then, holding your hand tightly.

“Shit.”

“Shit, shit what!?”

“C section, Megs was one too.”

“Because your big ass head, oh fuck you!” He scowls.

“You’re a damn brat!”

“You’re a dick, old man!”

“Ahem. We can give it a little longer, but we really need to get you prepped in case. We can up the pitocin and try that if you want? What’s best for you mom?” They ask you then, and you are glaring right at him, as he is you, then his face changes, as he holds your tummy, and kisses you, right in front of blushing nurses and that doctor, sighing against your lips.

“Scared, Toji.” You admit, and he nods then, head resting on yours, as you feel your heart race.

“It’ll be fine, doll. I got you. Right here with you, yeah?”

You kiss him back, hands entangling in his hair, so messy from how much he’d been messing with it. “Right here with me.”

******

“Oh my god! I’m a grandpa!” Shiu is holding your beautiful little girl later on, as you’re a sweaty, exhausted mess, having this baby was not easy, thanks to Toji’s big ass head, you’d had a lot of trouble, but she was here, no c section thank goodness, and perfect. And you were safe and sound. Your heart aches as you see your dad smiling so big.

“She’s beautiful.” You whisper, as Toji sits next to you in the bed, holding up water for you to sip, smiling softly.

“You did so good, doll. She’s beautiful just like you.” He whispers, kissing your sweaty forehead, and you smile tremulously, as you sip the icy water, sighing.

“She has your eyes, Toji.” You say then, as now Megumi holds his little sister, and you watch the usually serious Megumi melt as he looks at her.

“She’s so beautiful. Hey little sis.” Megumi cooes softly, and you melt even more, as Toji is stroking your hair back, sighing.

“I’m so fuckin happy.” He murmurs in your ear, and you touch his face gently, smiling up at him, eyes glimmering with tears. “Ya made me so happy, doll, I don’t know how to even describe it. Heart… fucking hurts.”

“Aw, you’re such a sap, old man.” You tease, and he narrows his eyes, but you peck a weak kiss on his stubbled chin. “I’m kidding. Toji I couldn’t be happier.”

Megumi hands Toji your baby girl again, and he grins so big, as she grabs one of his big fingers with her tiny little fist. The sight of your beautiful little girl in Toji’s big arms makes you wanna have another damn baby, even after all this, even after being uncomfortable this last month and having a hard time. You’d give this man anything, when you watch him light up.

He gently hands you her, your sweet little baby Mio. She opens those dark green eyes, just like Megs and Toji, but she has your hair color, and your nose, you’re tapping her nose gently, watching her little mouth form into an O, and you smile softly as your heart swells. You have never felt this, this love, you love Toji so much but this is so different, it fills you with so much emotion you feel them spilling over through your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks.

“I love you, little Mio. So, much. I’m your mommy!” You whisper, sitting up with Toji’s help further, as she blinks those beautiful eyes, and you put her forehead to your lips, inhaling her. “She smells so good!?”

“The baby smell.” Toji and Shiu say, and you smile at them both, as your dad comes and kisses the top of your head, then bends down and kisses Mio’s downy little head.

“Do you all still remember that? In like the fifties?” Megumi says, earning your giggle and their scowl.

“Brats.” Toji grumbles.

“Brats.” Shiu agrees, then taps Mio’s nose, and yours. “Look, that’s your nose alright, isn’t it? She’s so pretty like you.”

“Aw thank you dad, she’s even more beautiful.” You all coo over her, and soon Megumi and Shiu eventually leave, after saying their goodbyes. It’s you with Toji in the quiet room, holding your baby. You’re so tired, but so happy, your heart so full as you feel this contentment and excitement, as Toji is holding you to his side.

“Hi, sweetie, it’s your dad. Welcome to the world, little one.” You’re crying again, at how sweet he is. “Kept us waiting, had to make an entrance, huh?”

“Dramatic like me.” You giggle, and he grins, and you start to feel exhaustion hit, sighing as you lean into his side.

“You’re gonna be the best dad any little baby could have, you know.” Toji blinks a bit then, looking away, you watch that Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.

“I’m gonna do everything to try.”

“I know you will, I’m so happy you’re her dad.”

“You’re her mommy. And you’ll be the best. I love you, doll, fuck you’ve made me so happy.” He whispers, and you kiss him, as your baby begins to let out a cute little cry, then it gets loud, and you laugh a bit. “She’s gonna be so bratty, I’m screwed.”

“So screwed.” You agree, grinning, as Toji helps you pull your breast out, and he exhales, as you hiss a bit when you see the milk drops. “Ugh, feel like a cow!”

“It’s beautiful, doll. Don’t.” He says gruffly, and then he helps put your baby's little mouth on your nipple. She struggles to latch, her little fists punching you practically, with sharp nails. Toji chuckles. “She’s vicious, isn’t she?”

“Jesus, guess that’s what happens with us as parents. Ow! Mio!” You’re huffing, wriggling with discomfort as her gums bite down, then finally she latches, and sucks, her puffy cheeks moving as she drinks. Finally you ease, exhaling. “She’s got it!”

“She’s a pro, too. Ya alright doll?” He asks, brow furrowing, and you nod then, letting him kiss your temple as your little girl eats.

“It feels so weird, but I’m good. It will take practice, the nurse said.”

“You’ll do great, already know it. Gonna be the best at this parenting shit, both of us, won’t we?” He nudges you with a grin, and you feel yourself getting so sleepy, feeling such warmth. You nod.

“We will do such a good job. I know it. She’s everything now.” You caress her cheek again, love bursting from every part of you.

“You’re both everything to me.” He corrects, and then sighs. “And Megs, of course, he was so happy wasn’t he?”

“He was oh my god! I knew it.”

“We’ll have him watch the kid so we can go fuck-”

“Toji!” You gasp, and he just grins shameless and lewd. “Knew you were being too nice, old perv.”

“Old, knocked you the fuck up. Should do it again.”

“Fuck no!” You stick your tongue out, as your baby now is asleep, no longer sucking, and you smile at her little face, a pretty gummy smile “Oh my god!”

“She’s milk drunk. Megs got like this.” You giggle then, looking up at him, seeing his dark green eyes, the same color as your daughter’s eyes, so lit up.

“Was Megumi a serious kid?”

“I didn’t know him well enough.” He frowns, and you sigh.

“I’m sorry-”

“Nah, doll, it’s okay. I’ll know everything about her, little Mio, I swear. I’ll never leave your side.” His words break your heart into pieces, you hear the pain in his voice as he takes his daughter in his arms.

“Toji you will do great. I know it.” You say softly, and he nods, as you wipe a tear, making him scowl.

“Ain’t crying.”

“Oh no, saw nothing.” He snorts, and you smile, as emotions run through you. “I love you, Toji.”

“I love you too, doll. So much.” He kisses your forehead, and then your baby’s head, and you lean into his side, watching him, feeling so content, as he whispers sweet nothings into her ear, and you’re so tired now you can’t keep awake.

“I’m gonna nap, okay?” You mumble, and he nods, easing off the bed.

“Yeah, sleep, I got her, doll. She’s okay.” And you doze off, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling complete.

*****

When you wake up, you’re surprised to find it’s night, and the room is dimly lit, just the moon coming through the window, and the hospital lights are all off aside from a little one around your bed, casting a soft glow over everything. Toji’s still there, sitting in a chair beside the bed, holding your sleeping baby, looking down at her with a soft, loving smile on his face.

You sit up and he looks over at you, eyes tired but so, so happy.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. Did I miss anything?” You ask nervously, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nothin’. She’s just been sleeping like a rock. Like you, lazy little thing.” He smirks, and you grin at his words, watching as he adjusts her in his arms.

“Am not lazy, just had your baby!”

“Mmm, you were snoring though.”

“Was not!” He grins, and places your baby down in the little bassinet now, all swaddled up. “Come here.” You whisper, and he stands, stretching his long limbs and then he’s leaning down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, as you kiss back, feeling that warmth spread through your body.

Toji sits in the bed, laying on his side, pulling you to him, eyes drinking you in. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, doll. You’re a mommy now.” He whispers, stroking your messy hair, and you snuggle to him, his hard, warm body, where you feel so safe, as he strokes your back up and down in the little hospital bed.

“Thank you, for everything. For being here with me, for being with me. Toji I can never imagine being without you.” You say then, and he exhales, gulping, his eyes lidded and tired like yours.

“Where else would I be, doll, but right here?” He kisses you again, and you hold onto him, feeling the love in his arms, so strong and safe, as you feel this is exactly where you’re supposed to be. Toji slips a hand to your breast then, and you squeak, earning his chuckle. “What, they’re hot.”

“You perv, I just had a baby!” You whisper, and he grins then, kissing down the side of your neck. “I feel gross!”

“Nah, you’re always sexy, even now. Enjoy that break you get for what, a couple weeks?” He nips your throat, and you gasp at it. How can he be such a hornball, damn old man.

“Like a month, fuck don’t do that.” He is kissing your neck again where he’d just bit, pulling back and smirking down at you, tiling your chin up and cupping your cheeks now.

“Enjoy that break, gonna knock ya up again.” You smack at him and he’s just grinning, white teeth stark against dark stubble.

“Will not, gonna tie those tubes.”

“Better not, brat.”

“Mmhmm! Now shut up, and lemme sleep. Snuggle me?” He smiles softer now, nodding and holding you tight against him, as your arms wrap his torso, and you feel sleep tugging at you again.

“Love you, lil doll.” He whispers against your hair.

“Love you, Toji.”

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[sturniolo04]

Sick Girl C.S.

Husband!Girl Dad!Chris x Wife!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

It was a pretty normal day in the Sturniolo household, You and your husband were sound asleep in your shared master bedroom while your 5-year-old daughter Layla was sound asleep in her room. All was quiet, until your daughter made out a distress call for you and Chris.

"MOM DAD"

Layla screams out in pain.

"yes baby whats going on"

you asked worried as your rush into her room first with chris coming in minutes after.

"it hurts"

"what hurts babygirl"

chris asks as he kneels down next to you at the edge of Laylas bed where she rests her head

"m-my stomach"

she stutters out breathing in raggedly.

"does it feel like you are going to throw up or is it just hurting"

you ask her as chris thread his fingers through your guys daughter's hair.

"both"

Layla sobs out honestly.

"laylaa"

you coo out as you begin to rub her stomach to see if that would help ease her suffering a little.

You thought the rubbing on her stomach was helping seeing she at least stop sobbing in pain but it wasn't until Layla started letting out labored breaths and placed her tiny hand on top of yours, that you then looked to Chris with wide eyes knowing whats coming next.

"chris go get the trashcan"

you quickly tell your husband pointing to the trashcan with him proceeding to grab the pastel pink trash can in his daughter's room next the small vanity area, as you quickly sit her up at the edge of her bed.

"its okay babygirl"

you calmly whisper in you Layla's ear since you are sitting right next to her as Chris kneels down in front of her placing the trashcan under her chin. Layla proceeded to gag a couple time filling the silence that fell over the room, before she spilled the contents from her stomach into the trashcan, squeezing her eyes shut.

"oh my goodness layla"

you exclaim out turning your head away from the sight of your daughter as she continues to gag and continue spilling into the trashcan.

"atta girl, youre okay, get it all out"

chris says to Layla.

"you done"

chris asks as she nods her head as he removes the trashcan and setting it next to the nightstand.

"good girl"

you states rubbing you daughters back comfortingly.

"lets go get you some medicine and some soup to settle your tummy"

chris speaks up grabbing Layla gently by her waist as she reaches her arms out to him, picking her up as they make their way downstairs with you following. Chris proceeds to set layla on the couch across a few feet away from the kitchen where you and Chris walked in to after turning on a random cartoon to appease your daughters attention for the time being.

"babe where did we put the medicine"

chris ask curiously looking through all the cabinets in the kitchen as you start warming up the chicken noodle soup for layla to eat in hopes it will somewhat settle her stomach.

"umm check upstairs maybe you left it in our bathroom"

you reply to him as he makes his way quickly upstairs.

"here layla take a couple bites of this it might help your tummy okay"

you say to your daughter as you feed her a couple spoonfuls then setting the bowl on the couple table a few feet away.

"hows the tummy feel"

you question

"a little better"

she mumbles out.

"you want me to go get your pillow and blanket to lay on the couch"

you ask her as she nods her head in response as you disappear upstairs to grab her belongings she agreed to have on the couch with her. As you started to make your way downstairs, you pass you and chris shared room seeing his confused expression painted on his face.

"which one is it"

he asks simply dumbfounded

"it's this one-"

you trail off as you your daughter shout from downstairs, sharing a concerned look with chris.

"UH OH MOMM"

Layla exlcaims in between labored breath as you and chris made your way to the bottom of the steps gazing at your daughter hunched over figure, her supporting her weight on her tiny palms on the cushion of the couch's edge, as she lets out quick gag.

"no no no no no no"

you speak as you rush over to her pulling her hair back behind her shoulders as chris quickly runs to grab the kitchen trashcan to place it under his daughters chin, not quite making it in time. Layla spills out the contents of the couple spoonfuls of soup so ate onto to the floor in front of the couch.

"IM SO SORRY"

she sobs out, as chris finally places the trashcan under her chine careful not to step in the mess in front of him.

"its okay babygirl you're not feeling well you couldn't help it"

chris coos out as she lets out another gag spilling more of whatever was still in her stomach.

"oh goodness babygirl"

chris continues to coo out as you make you way to gather the cleaning supplies to clean the mess.

"i-i think I'm done dad"

Layla states pushing the trashcan away.

"okay pretty girl how about we go lay down try to sleep it off"

chris replies to his daughter as he moves the trashcan back to ground level on the floor, proceeding to pick her up carrying her to her room.

Time Skip

"is she finally asleep"

you ask chris as he walks back into your guys shared room after staying in Layla's room until she fell asleep which was proving to be difficult with the constant throwing up she has been doing all day.

"yeah i gave her some of that medicine so hopefully she sleeps it off"

chris sighs out sitting next to you on the bed pulling you into his cuddling grip.

"thats good hopefully she can eat something later to because she couldn't even finish the soup"

you huff out feeling bad for you daughter.

"she should be able to later hopefully"

Later that day, Layla did end up feeling a little bit better and did eventually begin to eat something and keep it down easing your nerves.

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[aihaitahm]

hsr + genshin characters being your tattoo artist <3

idk! just an idea while i was driving:)! but i thought it would be hot to think abt kafka telling you its okay or seeing alhaitham having a tattoo sleeve bc of his arms ^_^

cw tattooing so mentions of pain ! maybe slightly suggestive.

alhaitham

very punctual and ready when the job needs to be done, so if your late, he would be irritated and would charge you a bit more. luckily you arrive in time but he couldnt help but observe you. he wont deny that he finds you cute.

doesn’t like to do small talk, just quietly sits there and he works on your tattoo. though he does listen to you talk if you talk. he would simply nod to most of his customers but for some reason he found himself talking to you and enjoying a conversation. cyno and dehya noticed this and quickly eyed on each other.

you couldnt help but stare at him and the way he is working. he is doing an incredible job while being so hot with it. seeing his amazing tattoo sleeve, you decided to ask him about it.

“did you do that yourself?” you pointed curiously.

“yes i did with the help of cyno. it was challenging but overall i think it came out amazing.”

queue dehya nudging cyno and snickering at the back. alhaitham looks at them and glares.

when he is finished with his work, he musters up the courage to ask you out. feeling a bit of pride since you complimented him and gave him a huge tip.

“i think you are lovely. would you want to go out sometime? its okay if not.” he bluntly asked, not caring about the looks he was getting in the tattoo shop.

“oh! yes of course i would love to. here’s my number!” you smiled.

when you went home, you received a text from alhaitham, asking if you want to go to the movies or eat somewhere to get to know you more. you cant help but be flustered and be excited to get to know him more. on the other hand, alhaitham could not stop grinning at his phone that dehya had grab his phone so that he could clean up his work station.

yae miko

her tattoo work station is so pretty!! it is filled with pink and purple colors. she makes sure her customer feels welcomed and comfortable.

as soon as you walk in, she would compliment you already. “ah you’re my adorable guest today, take a seat if you may please.~”

she smells so good. she smells so expensive with a hint of sakura and vanilla. she is literally enchanting you with her scent. of course you compliment her and she flirtatiously says thank you!

probably has a really chill, lazy cat that lays beside the guest whether by your arm or leg or tummy, he is just there and loafing.

wouldnt do this for most of her customers except maybe her friends but she asks if youre hungry and would order food for you. you insisted at first but you gladly accepted the offer.

“arent you hungry dear?” she asked as she grabbed her phone to order.

“ah no its okay!” you said but suddenly youre stomach decides to grumble so loudly.

“well, you’re stummy says otherwise babe. let me order you some food? and no need to pay me back. i know how tattoos can be expensive already. take it as a treat since im very interested in you. ~” she flirted, leaving you blushing and flustered.

blade

he does piercings and tattoos. very skilled and professional at it too. has taught a lot of people and is known for original designs to go viral.

i think he can be a clean freak. everything has to be organized and his equipment has to be clean or else he cant work at all and he will have a bad day.

when you walked in for your session, blade had to fill in since the person who was supposed to tattoo you became sick.

he deeply sighed and fixed his equipment, getting ready. he was mentally preparing himself too because he has to tattoo someone who he thinks is attractive. he has to make his work perfect so that maybe you’d come back to him if you wanted more tattoos. maintaining his composure properly until you compliment him.

you were searching for ideas and he showed you his original designs. looking with awe, you didnt realize what you said.

“these designs are so pretty and unique just like the creator himself. though i think i’ll pick this spider lily flower.” you decided.

“o-oh thank you. and this spider lily it is.” he mentally facepalmed. why did he stutter.

this made kafka turn her head because of what she overheard. she smirked and of course silverwolf was curious so she turned to witness what was happening.

“wooo! thats our bladie. he’s a little bit awkward sorry!” she teased.

when it was done, you paid your bill up front and tipped him a great amount. stealing shy glances and light touches whenever you were paying him your tip. before you went out, kafka pushed blade to give you his business card filled with his phone number.

“xxx-xxxx-xxxx text me i think you’re cute.”

kafka

she loves to play music in the background and loves to talk to you while tattooing you. gives her customers free drinks of your choice except yours has a little note with a smiley face in it.

she is definitely not shy and up front when she says she is interested in you but she certainly knows her boundaries. you can spill her some gossip or any random topic and she will talk to you.

when she notices you stare at her a lot, she would give you a wink and smirk. she just laughs when you get flustered for being caught.

she smiles to you a lot and likes to gaze on you. she makes sure she is extra gentle with you and tells you to take deep breaths if it hurts.

“take a deep breath in 3… 2… 1…”

“ good job baby your doing so well.”

“im sorry this might hurt a bit…. there you go i knew you could do it. mmmm good girl/boy. take it like a champ.”

she smirks when she sees you flustered. she knows it makes you blush and she loves to see it. at the end of the session, she makes it known that she wants to take you out and shop.

did i mention she flirts with you a lot? winks at you whenever your gazes meet.

“if you clearly cant tell, i want to know you more. i would like to take you out. just you and me how does that sound?”

[yuujispinkhair]

cant stop thinking about sukuna treating me so good while on my period…. 🤭🤭

Awww your boyfriend Kuna will make sure you feel better ♥️

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + some mentions of smut Word count: 500 Warnings: 18+, reader is menstruating, small mention of blood, period sex if you want (only as an option), making out. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Modern boyfie!Sukuna cannot stand the thought of having no control over this thing that causes you pain and puts you through an emotional rollercoaster every damn month. He is so worried when he sees you burst into tears over the smallest things. The only tears he wants to see on you are those of joy when he says something sweet to you or brings you roses or when he has you on his cock, and the tears spill over because it feels so good. It is unacceptable that your period makes you feel so bad!

And so your boyfie Sukuna does anything he can to make you as comfortable as possible. You are his princess, so you will also get treated like one!

"Why are you getting ready for work? Come on, princess, stop doing all that shit and lie down!"

"But I have so much to do, Kuna!"

"No, you aren't going anywhere today. Fuck work! I will write an e-mail to them saying you are sick!"

You have to admit that he is pretty cute when he is so indignant. And it makes you feel so loved to see this protective side of Sukuna. You aren't immune to the warmth spreading through you when you see the unveiled worry in his maroon eyes. And those strong tattooed arms wrapping around you and hugging you to Sukuna's tall and very warm and comfy body are very convincing, too.

Of course, you stay at home. You slip out of your work clothes and put your sweatpants on again, smiling when Sukuna hands you one of his comfy hoodies.

He makes sure you take painkillers and that you rest on the bed. And Sukuna is right next to you. One of his large hands is on your tummy the whole time, rubbing soothing circles on it.

He picks your fave show to re-watch with you and brings you sweets and cooks for you. He is so caring that you can't help but fall even more in love with him. Especially when you see his boyish grin when he is like,

"See? It was a good idea to stay home and let me look after you. Sukuna 1, stupid period 0."

And then Sukuna kisses your neck, being a tease once again, running his pierced tongue slowly over your sensitive skin, licking you, kissing you, sucking on your pulse point until he has you squirming needily and your hand lands in his soft pink hair to pull him into a deep kiss.

A long makeout session with Sukuna is the perfect way to forget about your cramps. His tall, muscular body lies half on top of you, warm and comforting. And his tongue in your mouth feels so good that it makes your head spin.

And if you need more, Sukuna is very willing to give it to you. He isn't squeamish about the blood or about periods in general. If his princess feels better with his cock in her aching pussy, he will make sure to have you on his cock for hours, trying to fuck your pain away.

But whether you want sex or not, what Sukuna will definitely provide to you are cuddles. He is softer than usual, sweeter. Holds you even tighter than on other occasions, snuggling against you like the world's biggest heating pad. Your back is pressed to his chest while Sukuna's muscular tattooed arms are wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your belly and the other holding yours, making you feel warm and taken care of.

You can't stop smiling when Sukuna murmurs sweet nothings in your ear. That sexy, low voice laced with so much affection. There is still some of his usual teasing, but always followed up by a sweet "I love you, princess." Not wanting to risk another emotional outburst and instead just make you feel loved and taken care of.

I hope this could make you feel better if you are on your period atm <3<3 Kuna being so adamant about making you feel better and "win" against this menstruation thing is so funny to me aahahhaa I love him so much!!

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments would be very sweet <3

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Baby are you drooling? (hanjisung)

Maybe if you looked away just in time he wouldn't notice. If you turned away with a quick snap of your neck he wouldn't realise you were ogling him like some maniac, nevermind the sound of your neck snapping from the fast movement. "Baby are you drooling?". Shit.

Jisung comes up to you with wide eyes and a not so much as a satisfied smirk but a genuinely surprised smile at your flustered expression and actual saliva droplets pooling at the sides of your mouth and beneath your bottom lip. You had seen him topless countless times, not even just in a sexual context too, it was just that your boyfriend would randomly walk around his apartment or yours with his shirt off just because.

This time was no different. He had just walked out of the shower and walked in your room, an off white colored towel wrapped tightly around his waist and another one he was using to dry his hair as he caught you staring at him in a slight trance. He was just so good looking you couldn't help it, no matter how many times you'd see him shirtless it hit you every time like the first one: abs. For days. An immaculate, perfectly toned, round, firm and sculpted broad chest. Abs. Biceps and triceps and fucking everything - ceps. Abs. Truly, you loved everything and anything about him and still couldn't quite grasp just how on earth you managed to pull someone like him, whose body proportions were absolutely perfect. It almost made you envious, what a perfect body he had.

"Are you still there? Earth to y/n? Baby? Babe? Hellooo?". Jisung quickly snaps his fingers in your face, trying to shake you from your trance like state, succeeding after a few tries, "yah! Sorry!! I'm sorry! I was kinda mesmerized there for a second!", you admit abashed, pointing vaguely to his torso and he chuckles, leaning in to peck your lips, "you are so cute", he breathes out, his voice a little raspy before he kisses you once or twice, "you're also pretty good at making me flustered, usually. I'm glad I could finally beat you to that", he adds then, chuckling at your still dazed state, "you know what you could also beat me to? A nice work out session".

Jisung stops rubbing the towel in his hair at that and looks at you half stunned half suspiciously for you never once mentioned ever doing any physical excersice ever since you started dating, "a work out session?" he repeats uncertain, hair falling in his face, eyebrows knitting in that confused cartoon like expression, "yeah! Or multiple ones! Maybe I should just come along with you and Channie and Binnie whenever you guys go to the gym, I mean if that's alright with you, I wouldn't want to impose",you offer, shrugging, and Jisung just nods at that, a still unsure expression plastered all over his face.

"Sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want and I can even ask Changbin hyung to come up with a structured work out plan for you if you'd like but … May I just ask why? Why do you suddenly want to start exercising? Have you been feeling unwell? Have you been feeling sick more frequently? I honestly don't even remember the last time you caught a cold", he asks all at once, making you giggle and shake your head no, "I'm fine! I'm absolutely fine. I just want to have nice abs like you, that's all! I'm okay with my weight I guess, I just wish I didn't have all these rolls", you admit frowning, pulling up your shirt to reveal the soft skin rolls barely overlapping on your tummy, poking at them with a disgusted look on your face.

At least until your boyfriend squats your hands away and falls on his knees right in front of you, grasping your sides very firmly, peppering kisses all over your tummy, "don't you dare do anything to my little pouch! This is mine, my pillow, my softest comfiest head rest, my belly to put babies in, my treasure!!", he exclaims dramatically, holding on to you so tight when you actually burst into laughs you can barely move from his grip and the shakes reverberate through his arms too.

"Hahaha babe, it's okay I just want to be healthier", you try and reassure both him and yourself, seeing how much of a reaction you elicited in him, "but you are healthy! You're so healthy! You have more stamina than I do most days and you always go on walks and never fall ill to anything, you're so so healthy!", he insists, looking at you with the biggest eyes, still not letting go of you, "then why do I have all this excess skin, mmh? Why do I have to physically tuck my belly in whenever I wear high waisted jeans, why do I look like I have a balloon underneath my shirt after every meal? I'm not sure I'm that healthy".

You frown once again, stubbornly poking at your belly button until Jisung removes your fingers from there and clasps them tightly in his hands: "you are healthy. Period. I might not had the chance to go to regular school when I was younger but I did graduate! I know organs need space! That is NOT excess skin that is a very normal amount of skin protecting your stomach and your intestines and allowing them to sit comfortably in there! You get bloated after you eat cause you mostly eat at work in very short breaks and don't have enough time to fully recover and digest! My brother's girlfriend went trough the same, the minute she started working from home and drinking more water and go on little walks shortly after her meals her tummy stopped bloating! Worked like magic".

As soon as he stops talking you do actually realise he might just be right: you do indeed always eat rather quickly at work, inhaling your food along with so much air while never leaving your desk, busying yourself with work even when you're supposed to take a breather and enjoy your break. You never really paid that much attention to it before, you only started noticing your inflated tummy and the way it made you feel insecure in your tighter clothes.

"Okay. You're right, you're actually very right about that. But.. I would like to have a little contouring here, just cause it looks so nice on you and maybe I can try and work out a little during my lunch break so I can train myself in taking better care of myself and do something other than work while I eat, and maybe also help my digestion along the way. I could like eat something lighter before work, have a little upper body session in the break room and then eat my lunch calmly, AWAY from my computer".

Jisung smiles so broadly at you and pecks your lips over and over, "that's my reasonable baby! If you still want to come along to the gym to learn a few new techniques, you absolutely can! Though I will ask you to work out away from me, you can enjoy your session with Chan and Changbin hyung", he adds, finally letting go of your fingers only for his hands to now roam free underneath your shirt that has hiked up your sides and your belly button, "why? Why can't I work out with you? Or even next to you?", you ask, and now it's you being the really confused one, "because", Jisung kisses your lips quite passionately, gently grazing them with his teeth, "I already know I won't be able to do shit with you around", he mumbles lowly, his mouth finding the sweet spot just beneath your ribcage. 

[goblinontour]

HAPPY NEW YEAR! short stuff from my notes i think about too much…🎀

- i want to lick the slit in alex’s tip and dig my tongue into the hole

- imagine he s smoking a blunt while you re sucking his dick and he pulls you up to give you a drag and shoves his dick inside before you get the chance to exhale and it goes out your nostrils all around his cock

- imagine it being your bday and he makes sure to wake up earlier and do just wrap a cute lil ribbon around his cock tied in a pretty lil bow, he lies on the bed next to you butt as naked, wakes you up and looks at you with a smug face and says something like "happy birthday princess, here's your present"

- i want to feel his hot dog breath on my pussy and how his drool runs down my pussy lips

- oh to slurp off the cum from his belly button after you give him a handjob and ruin his orgasm and leave his cock to lie on his tummy dribbling

- imagine the sex after your wedding night, after he took the garter from your thigh during the ceremony, he puts it on himself and makes you take it off with your teeth

- i need to kiss his soft cock goodnight

- oh to make him cum in your mouth and then let it drip down from your lips onto his stomach only to slurp it back and lick off every drop

- i need to bury my nose in his pubes i'll get sick if i don't do it like RIGHT NOW

- i need to touch his soft cock so bad and feel it against my belly like oh my god i have to caress it give it to me rn i need to feel it at all times even just sitting around doing nothing i need sit on him and keep him inside of me soft like that

- you giving alex backshots while spanking his ass and pulling him by his hair like imagine his arched back and his shy whimpers and cries of pleasure and and and oh my god to bite his ass and playing with his balls from the back

- imagine he takes you backstage and fucks you against the wall, clothes fully on just his dick out

- he looks like he d let you do all the work riding him and lazily thrust into you when your legs get tired

- the lips do it for me they would’ve felt so rough and dry and they d start bleeding from the aggressiveness of your make out session and you’d feel the metallic taste transfer on your own and slow down and lick it with the tip of your tongue not breaking contact of your lips though

- i wanna get on my knees and ruin his mood by teasing him so bad, giving him just the tiniest licks to the tip of his cock while smiling at him, to see him get more and more frustrated and watch that little wrinkle between his eyebrows appear. rile him up so bad he gets hold of my hair and slams himself straight to the back of my throat, making me gag. i want him to cum in my mouth and spread it all inside with my tongue, just to push him down afterwards, straddle him, and pull him by his collar into the messiest deepest kiss to the point he’s actually drooling when i pull back and i catch it with my finger and push it back into his mouth.

- imagine how alex is completely naked in bed and you trace your fingers all over his body until you reach his cock and play teasingly with his head all this in a dim light

- ok sitting in the bath with alex, nothing sexual, just wholesome until he grazes your bottom lip with his fingers by accident but something sparks in you and you kiss him deeply and you start to feel him getting harder and harder underneath you and he slips so easily inside you because you’re in the water

- kissing your way down his body, covered in sweat as he lets himself surrender to you. you tease his tip with your lips but decide he deserves better tonight. you lick from his fat head to the base down to his balls going lower and lower when you stop to spit on him before starting to finger him slowly. his face explodes with pleasure and it turns you on even more if possible. you were straddling one of his legs so you start rubbing against it and the friction feels so good. you got so much pleasure out of his own that when you feel him close you cant help it but get youself off as well. you bite into his vline harshly as you orgasm and he comes all over his belly. when he’s done you kiss the bruise starting to form and lick him clean.

- all i can think about is him violently thrusting into me from behind and pulling on my hair so my back bends and he gets the right angle to bury himself as deep as he can in me

- this is the man that will tie you up and go down on you, hold your legs so you can’t get even get a glimpse of relief, the man that will use you to please himself in every way he wants, the man that will hold you against the windows of your hotel room and kiss and bite your neck, the man that will pull your hair so it hurts so good, the man that will leave marks on your skin with his leather belt in places only you and him can see

- i want to suck this man’s dick, take it all, feel it hitting the back of my throat. i want to lick his tip and taste the precum leaking. i want to make him go crazy, to feel his hands grabbing my hair and pulling it hard.

- i want to sit him down and push his hair out of his face before literally ripping his clothes off and sitting on top of him, riding until my body gives up and we’re a sweaty mess

- before you and alex fuck, right when you're getting into it, he takes off his suspenders in a second and whips you with them before turning you to face away from him and wrapping them around your neck, pulling your head back and kissing you from above

- i want to feel every inch of his body, to run my hands along his chest, to feel his tiny waist, to feel him shiver at my touch. i wanna play with his chain and kiss his neck, placing kisses all along his body going down down down…

- i need to suck his dick until he cries from pleasure and he comes all over my face but i don’t stop and i hear him grunting and whining from all the overstimulation. his knees go weak and he’s grabbing the wall for support.

- imagine alex fucks you so hard your vision goes blurry and then he chokes you so you start seeing glimpses of him between the stars caused by his hand tight around your throat

- i want him to pin me against a wall by the neck and spit in my mouth, shove his tongue down my throat, get me on my knees and face fuck me till i can’t breathe and my face is covered in spit and cum

- he d fuck you senselessly on the balcony of your hotel room without a care of anyone seeing but he still covers your mouth with one of his hands to prevent you from moaning too loud just because he likes to hear you struggle and loves the feeling of your muffled sounds vibrating against his skin. his shirt rubbing against your back as he bends you over, taking your leg and propping it up to get deeper and deeper into you, kissing the back of your neck and grabbing you wherever he can

- his hands are probably so rough from playing the guitar when he touches your skin your whole body shivers just from the feeling. his fingertips dragging around on the insides of your thighs, tracing patters, teasing you while maintaining eye contact and smirking knowing the effect he has on you.

- alex fucking you so hard you start crying but that doesnt stop him because he knows you like it. he comes inside you as your legs are trembling beneath him. he then kisses your forehead and rests his on top of yours, looking into your eyes for reassurance that you are ok and that he didnt hurt you

- (long hair tbhc w the beard) ok so you re w your back against the headboard legs spread alex in between them and he runs his hand through his hair, tying it back before….

- alex slid his slender fingers inside of you while you are together in the bathtub, your back against his chest, sitting in between his legs, your bodies sticking to one another. you gasped at his action and you could feel him smiling behind you. you also felt him get hard underneath you…you turned around and grabbed his dick and started stroking it in the bubbly water, leaning forward and kissing him while doing so….

yeah…let me know if any of them stick out and you’d want to see an expanded version, i have a list of fics i wanna write and i’ll get to them all (the ones you requested), none of this is proofread so ignore if there are any mistakes sorry

love you pooks 🎀

- goblinontour

[oh-sweet-mama]

More thoughts about Francisco Morales:

• He would express his undying love for you at at any given moment, but 20 minutes later he would ask “Do you really… really like me?”

• He would demand a kiss no matter the circumstances

• (In my head) Frankie is shy. You give him butterflies every damn day.

• He’s not charming in the same sense of his best friend, Santi, but he has his own charm. Big brown eyes, overgrown curls, broad shoulders, and a dimple on his cheek. I mean… who wouldn’t fall in love with that?

• Francisco Morales driving. Just imagine that; aviators on his nose, one hand on the wheel, beloved cap on his head, windows down 😮‍💨

• his grilling skills??? His actual kitchen talents… ok well it’s limited… but limited to dishes his mom made him growing up, and lordddd that man throws DOWN

• (if this applies btw. This is my own personal tid-bit) but how understanding he would be if you had a complex relationship with your family? The way he’d look at you with utter love and understand as you spoke about your parents divorce and/or separation, or other painful points in your family tree

• ass / tits guy? All. Both. Yes. Loves tummy, loves thighs. Everything soft, everything sharp, even prickly. No matter how big, or flat, or “disproportionate” you claim to be, he does NOT care

• sorry going to talk abt his eyes again… have you seen that man’s eyes? Big dark eyes, with dark lashes, the way he just looks around 🫠 me melting bc Francisco Morales has pretty brown eyes…

• Frankie can get tipsy and stupid drunk with his military buddies and be all giggles and belly laughs… until he gets home to you.

—> You with your soft hands and pretty eyes that suddenly makes his water and his lower lip quiver. Because damn it! He just loves you so much and his stupid drunk brain isn’t thinking straight, and he loves you so, so much that fuck he’s crying. He doesn’t always get sad when he’s drunk, but when he does boy you’re in for it.

—> Sniffles and glossy eyes. Sad, love sick, drunk Frankie is a force to be reckoned with. Only wants to lay there and be comforted until he inevitably passes out, and doesn’t really remember anything the next morning; all he knows is he really likes the way you’re petting him the next day, with a different glint of love in your eyes.

• naps on the couch! Naps with you tucked under his chin. Naps with the windows open in the summer! Naps with him tucked into the crook of your neck! Francisco loves a good nap, especially the ones when they are not a want but a need; so tired that he falls asleep in his jeans and cap still on his head

Someone shut me up… actually don’t!

[feelingpoorly]

Life lesson: avoid expired egg noodles

So I usually post whiny attention seeking shit like this on my insta bc even tho my kink does not apply to me at all, in some weird way complaining about how ill and knowing people would see it still kinda turns me on a little

But I figured what better place to whine about it here instead since, idk this is kinda what this blog is for

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So we went to the shop last night and got a bunch of food from the reduced section. We do this fairly regularly cuz the expired food is so cheap and it’s usually fine if you eat it same day

Well I learnt my lesson lol. Amongst one of the things we got a couple packs of fresh egg noodles in some sauce. I didn’t really like them, but store bought is never gonna be as good as the real thing anyway right?

I was snacking on some cereal at like midnight, having eaten these noodles at like 7. I noticed that I was getting pretty severe stomach pain in the top of my stomach. It was weird and I didn’t really understand why. However I had taken some prescription painkillers earlier that day and although I take a different medication with them to try and stop this happening, they can have a habit of wrecking my stomach and giving me a tummy ache. I thought it was weird, since I definitely HAD remembered to take them with the other med this time, but whatever

Anyway I woke up this morning, we were going out to meet up with some of my partners friends for coffee. I immediately realised I felt bloated as hell, like painfully so. I figured it would pass once I was up and moving around.

It did not.

It pretty quickly progressed into pretty severe stomach cramps, to the point where every time I stood up, it would cramp so hard I couldn’t stop myself from kinda curling over and wincing. At that point I was starting to worry something was actually wrong and I wasn’t just a bit bloated.

I quite quickly started feeling pretty sick, and that’s panic territory for me, being emetophobic. I took a dissolvable anti sickness tablet, but the nausea combined with the horrible cramping made me feel very unwell. I really felt awful and sick and at that point I had to say to my partner, if I say I don’t feel well please can you just take me home. I didn’t know how I was gonna cope sitting in a coffee shop feeling like this. When the cramps hit I was in a lot of pain. Bearing in mind I live with chronic pain, I’m not a baby about pain, but this was the kind of pain that you just wince voluntarily and I couldn’t hide it.

Thankfully the anti sickness meds kicked in, and after sitting down for a while the nausea and the cramps settled down a bit to the point where I was no longer freaking out about being ill in public. I should probably add here that on the way there in the car, my stomach was making some really upset sounding deep rumbling gurgles. Like it didn’t sound good. The kinda gurgles that only come with being sick. I didn’t feel well enough to have a drink or anything to eat which probably looked a little suss. Later on a got just a bottle of lemonade hoping it would settle my stomach but when I sipped it, it just make it worse and my stomach started cramping again.

Skip to being home this evening, I’d thought the worse was over and I’d been feeling kinda ok. I had some light dinner, and what a fucking bad idea that was lol.

Im not having the intermittent intense cramps anymore but like, now my whole stomach feels bloated af again and I have like this sharp cramping pain kinda all over, both upper and lower stomach with just no relief. I’m so bloated my stomach is sticking out but there’s no relief from it at all. Holding my stomach helps but I feel so embarrassed so I’ve tried to hide it and only rub my tummy when my partner went to sleep.

What makes it worse, is that up until this point I had no idea what caused any of this. But when we got home, there was an absolutely rancid smell in the kitchen that smelt like off, rotting food. It was absolutely foul. It almost even smelt like vomit, and just smelling it made my nausea kick off all over again.

It was the leftover noodles. And let me tell you, they smelt pungent as FUCK. I literally ate those last night, and they smell that bad today? No wonder I’ve felt ill. I have that shit in my stomach. Even after my partner bagged up the leftovers, sealed it and put it in the bin, just the PLATE they were on is still emitting this foul smell, it’s just awful

Eating dinner was a bad choice, because now I just feel worse again. I don’t feel that sick anymore, probably because of the meds, but my stomach feels horrible again. I’m in so much pain, I can’t suck my tummy in at all with how sore and bloated and painful it is. I feel like an absolutely pathetic self indulgent lil bitch but I literally just went to make myself a hot water bottle to hold to my tummy as I try and sleep, because it hurts and this is not fun. I just want some relief, and currently nothing else is helping. As I’m lying here holding my tummy with one hand and holding the hot water bottle on it with the other, it’s gurgling and glugging really loudly sickly again and it just feels awful. I can literally feel it in my insides, and with the way it feels I just really hope it doesn’t all come back up again, probably still along with the undigested noodles from last night if the way I’m feeling is anything to go by 🥺

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Anyway, I just came here to complain about it in way too much detail lmao. Hopefully someone enjoys my misery. As I said, although it’s embarrassing as hell, somehow the thought of other people knowing or being sympathetic etc is also kinda hot

If anyone wants to use my sorry ass as fic inspo then ofc you have my blessing lmao. In fact, if you do, PLEASE let me know as I’d love to read it haha

Anyway, off to moan quietly to myself and hold the hot water bottle on my aching tummy now x

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Pregnancy Alphabet

A= Announcement (When/How do you announce your pregnant to you boss, co-workers, friends?):

Matt and I decided to keep the pregnancy quite for a while. The only people who know are Will, Nat and Kelly.

When we do decide to announce the pregnancy I'm already 6 months pregnant. We decide to tell everyone at once while we're all at Mollys. Matt also rings his mom and his sister who are both excited.

B= Baby Predictions (Who will the baby be more like?):

Neither of us have made any predictions just because of how nervous we have both been.

C= Cravings (What cravings do you have? ):

McDonald's McFlurrys with chips dipped in. Or chicken nuggets dipped in.

D= Due Date (When is the Due date?):

Due date is the 15th March.

E= Emergencies (How do they act when something happens during the pregnancy?):

Any time I get a headache or feel dizzy Matt worries because of the preeclampsia. I can't just say Matt because I worry and so does Kelly. I'm made to take everything easy while Matt asks me every few minutes if I'm ok. Being a doctor does have its good points, but Matt knows doctors downplay their illnesses so Will is usually called over or I'm taken to Med.

F= Falling (How do they react you falling or about to fall?):

Due to the preeclampsia I get dizzy so sometimes when I'm going down the stairs I may miss a few steps. One time, early in the pregnancy I slip and fall down a couple of steps. Matt rushes me into Med wanting to make sure both me and the baby are ok.

G= Gender(s) (What gender do they want the baby to be?):

Neither of us care, but Kelly wants the baby to be a boy to teach him sport then he quickly realised that he could do sport with a girl.

H= Hands (Do they like to place their hands on your tummy? Do you place your hands on your tummy?):

Yes. Matt is always placing his hands on my stomach even before I had a bump, so am I just hoping that we will be able to feel the baby move.

I= Illness (How do they react when you get sick?):

Other than preeclampsia, anxiety and anaemia I also ended up with shingles which meant a stay at the hospital to keep an eye on the baby. Matt of course is loosing his mind so ends up taking some leave from the firehouse until he knows we're both ok. During this time we both decided after this little one we wouldn't have anymore children through me, we would adopt.

J= Job (Do you stay at work? Are you allowed to stay at work?):

No. I am put on sick leave, while this meant little money coming in we knew it was better for me and the baby.

K= Kisses (Do they like kissing your bump?):

100% yes.

L= Life (How has life changed while your pregnant?):

Life is pretty difficult as I'm not working and I'm having to be monitored so much. Not only are we both anxious, we're also pretty stressed. I'm so grateful that we have Kelly to support us, we definitely need to make him godfather for everything he has done for us.

M= Movement (How do they react to feeling the baby move? How do they react to the sight of the baby kicking?):

When I feel the baby move it's like a huge sense of relief washes over me. Of course Matt also feels this relief when he feels the baby move.

We both kinda get freaked out about seeing a foot, but then we remind ourselves that everything is ok and even allow ourselves to get excited.

N= Nesting (Do you start nesting? When do you start nesting?):

As much as I would like to clean, I have to take things easy, so I have to trust Kelly and Matt that they are keeping the place clean and tidy.

O= Outfits (When do you start buying maternity clothes? When do you start buying outfits for the baby?):

I didn't allow myself to by maternity clothes because of being so scared of losing the baby. In the end Nat ends up giving me some of her maternity clothes because she's fed up of seeing me in leggings that are too small and a top that either belongs to Matt or Kelly.

P= Parents (Do they give advice? Is it good advice?):

Matts mom gives some advice, but I mainly speak to Nat about different things and she gives me quite a bit of advice which is pretty useful to know.

Q= Questions (Do they ask the midwife a lot of questions. Do they keep asking if your ok?):

No. He asks me a lot of questions, but I know it's just because he wants to know what's happening to my body and what's going to happen during birth. Matt also likes to tell me what size the baby is and what the baby's millstone of the week is.

R= Risk (Is there any risks during the pregnancy?):

A lot of risks during this pregnancy, but we're working through it.

S= Sickness (Do they you have much morning sickness? When does it start? When does it stop?):

No thankfully, grateful I don't have to add that onto the long list of risks and illnesses during this pregnancy.

T= Talking to the Baby (Do they talk to the bump? Do you talk to the bump?):

Not at first as neither of us wanted to get attached, but after I hit 6 months Matt would start saying little things like say good morning or goodnight to the baby.

U= Upset (How do they act when your upset? Why do you cry over most?)

Matt just reassures me whenever I'm upset because it's usually over if I'm going to loose the baby or if I will do something to harm the baby while pregnant.

V= Vision as in Supervision (Do they keep a close eye on you? Do they make sure someone's always with you?):

Yes. Either I'm with Matt, Kelly, Will or Natalie. I'm never left alone just in case.

W= What's the plan? (What is the birthing plan?):

I'm having a planned C-section as soon as the baby is fully developed.

X= Xray or Ultrasound (How do they react to seeing an x-ray of the baby. Do they tear up when they see the ultrasound?):

Matt cries whenever he sees the baby's ultrasound or when he hears the babies heartbeat, in fact we both do feeling relief that the baby is healthy.

Y= Yearning (How do they truly feel about having a child? Do they feel as though they are ready for a baby?):

Nervous, but excited. We feel as prepared as we can do, we have everything we need. Just waiting for little one now to make an appearance.

Z= ZZZ (How much sleep do they get during the pregnancy? How much sleep do you get?):

It takes me a while to fall asleep because I'm worrying most of the time, but when I do fall asleep I luckily stay asleep until the morning. Matt sleeps absolutely fine.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3111

what the fuck is this update

i don't like it at all. i'm a grumpy old man. get off my lawn.

the rest is basically tw: surgery.

anyway, todays been alright. it started out rough. but since up from my nap once i got home from surgery, i've mostly been fine. not looking forward to the nerve block wearing off but i'm excited for feeling back in my arm.

my tummy has been unhappy all day, pretty much. i asked for a tuna sandwich when i came out from under anesthesia, and the nurse laughed and said, "we don't have that, but woke goldfish work?"

i think i replied "FUCK yeah."

i didn't feel too silly, but i can't control my expressions and my filter was down, so i'm sure they got a kick out of it all.

i'm just excited to sleep. there's a lot that happened today in terms of the surgery because there was more wrong in my shoulder than they expected. they fixed the labrum but found that the pain on the back of my shoulder was being caused by my bicep that attaches there - it was hanging on by only a few fibers, but i've had this injury for so long that they couldn't do anything about it except disconnect them. if a doctor has listened me at literally any other point when i've seen one about this, they could've reconnected it and fixed it. but because no man doctor will listen to the cries of pain from a teenage girl because god fucking forbid she knows what her body is telling her, nobody ever looked. they said physical therapy would take care of it. they said it was just in my head and nothing was wrong. the last one, at age 24, said "oh it's loose, but it shouldn't be a problem." that was when i was working at the cafe and my arm subluxed at work and bruised the head of the bone. he saw an MRI. he looked at x-rays. and still, "oh it'll be fine."

no, you incompetent fucks. i have been INJURED. for SIXTEEN YEARS. (i redid the math; turns out i was 14, not 13, when it happened.)

i'm glad someone finally fixed it. now to keep it immobile for at least a month.

anyway, i'm upset, hungry, thirsty, and exhausted, but i'm relieved that i decided to go through with it even though i very nearly called it off because i couldn't handle the IV. like it's a damn good thing they tell you to not eat before you go in, because i would've tossed my cookies all over that bed. it's never been that bad before. even the MRI dye thing was better than this. this was a disaster and i very neatly called everything off. but i reasoned myself out of the nausea and said "let's get this done" and that was that. there was some gas and i was told to do some deli breaths which i couldn't do and i was out before i counted to five lol. and then i was waking up.

besides the part immediately after being discharged and heading home, i've been good with walking and taking care of myself. i took a nap around noon and woke up around 2, so that helped a lot.

but basically i've kept a chipper mood pretty much all day. i'm pretty sure i'm not gonna take the meds they gave me because i don't want to be sick every day, so we grabbed the tylenol and plopped it next to me.

i miss joel but i've been so in and out of it today that i didn't even think about it until i was signing my valentine's day cards for people. joel's is the neatest and the most legible out of the four i got.

anyway i'm tired and i'm gonna finish everything i wanna do.

[catnherthoughts]

not doing too well 3/6/23

how wonderful my life is. i get to go through all of this all on my own. i don't think i've ever felt this alone before. yes, i can talk to my friends about my issues but at the end of the day they don't care that much. they can't care enough to fix it. it's whatever, we ball i guess. he walks around and goes about his days. i bet he doesn't even think about me. wow. he just used me for sex. he could have just said that. why lie to me? why manipulate me? i don't think you're a good person anymore. i'm not sure i want to be a woman in business anymore. i'm not sure if i want to be a woman in this world anymore. i don't feel the overwhelming urge to keep living. what is the point? we have no clue tbh. no one knows. i don't feel like there is a point in me being here. then again, if i was meant to kms then one of my 8 suicide attempts would have worked. maybe 9th time is a charm. i am simply so sick of being alive. i do not want to do this any longer and i've been saying this for yearsssss now. just because i'm not ruining my life, im passively going through life day by day, i somehow got into college and am sitting in my macroeconomics course with a 3.3 gpa. i haven't done anything wonderful to continue living, i've just been passing by. i say to myself "lets just get through today and then you can sleep" or "just get through this week and then we can have fun this weekend". whatever. i always find myself becoming a bit nihlistic when i feel suicidal. "it doesn't matter" i chant. because it really doesn't. if someone who doesn't really want to live can get this far then does it really matter. i feel like shit, probably look like shit, and I just want to sleep forever. yet, i have midterms to study for. maybe if i fail my midterms i'll kill myself. oooo. yum. maybe i've jsut been letting life slip past me. i've been staying up really late and waking up mid day. weeks go by so quickly. i wonder who i even am anymore. also i'm sick! coping by kissing frat men is not the way to go. i hope they're not counting on me to be larger than live. live is already large enough to exist in. i hope they don't see me as a person who has it all. the perfect woman. take my spot. take my soul. i am disposable to those who know my all. im shaking. maybe its the coffee? who knows. im a cluster of energy walking through the world. maybe the angel prophecy of cat***** ******** created by someone who once loved me is true. she also left. this is a cruel worldd. the punishment i recieve has to be deserved. if im alive to be beaten down then im ready for the final punch. maybe i can be loved in death. my mom loves me? does that count for something. jesus that woman doesn't even know me. im shaking so much. why did i drink coffee? i wanted to be cool and have energy and be the one ppl envy w my dunkin cup. now my tummy hurts. man. i wonder what my therapist will say today. this is kind of a life or death meeting. maybe she'll give me some words of wisdom that will make me think this life is worth living. its either that or i die. i don't really like passing through life. yk being alive its not too fun. i don't like having to do schoolwork. although i kinda like this class. i should've come to this more often. being up before noon is so odd. its 10 am and im fully awake and i'm living. so many different people exist. i don't think a single one of them can love me. i look so bad today. i dont give sexy like usual, im giving depression. i wonder if when he saw me yesterday he knew i was down. i wonder what to do. how do people go on? these scars of this man might always be on me. that's sad. i feel nauseous. I wish i was a better person. maybe then i wouldn't be so sad. if i was like this girl who is sitting in front of me, with an assignment tracker.someone who goes to all of their classes. she also looks pretty. maybe wasting away my life by sleeping until 3 pm is not the best thing. i hope they're not counting on me. god i really hope they're not counting on me.i can barely do this for myself let alone live up to whatever ideals people have.

Tumblr dot com has it out for me i think. what if i wanted to have a fat blob of text? huh? anyways im currently in my class about close relationships along the lifespan and im talking to my roomie about how we've been in a mutual depressive episode. i miss being loved. i had a dream about her and it felt so nice. to kiss. to cuddle. i wonder if i had love if i'd crave it as much as i do in it's absence. the insane hyper fixation i have on it. i could fall in love with many people. its not like im not desired. is it sad that i wonder what he would do if i died. if the worst is true about this relationship, maybe he'll be like lol damn that crazy got the limited edition wap. im sorry. coping. i think i dragged my roomie into my spiral. sorry girlypop. i don't think this is being taken seriously. like yeah my friends know im suicidal but i don;t think they know how serious i am. taylor pyka i don't have a plan to kill myself don't send me away. i miss the gym. i should go to the gym today. is it too much to ask for a boyfriend? maybe. somehow i got reminded of hoodies and went to look for an old text from him. "are you trying to steal my sweaters miss :)". what happened. where did his love for me go? maybe i was just there to pass the time. there is a guy with a very interesting beanie on. he seems like a good man. who knows maybe he also manipulates women? i should not be mean to this random man. he looked back over. who is this man? whatever he doesn't exist. i don't like how im awake. vomiting vomiting vomiting. thinking about how he pushed my hand away that one time. why does he exist. how does he affect my karmic cycle. i miss texting him. he was such a cutie. now he doesn't exist. you will never find the same person twice, not even in the same person. i wonder if anyone has ever had a crush on me. i can't imagine someone thinking of me in a way like this.

those were my thoughts before i went to therapy slay for 3/6

[decolomanjka]

PAIRINGS; Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

WORD COUNT; 2,8k | marriage au, vacation au

SUMMARY; hot vacation and wet sex makes for steamy seduction. That and the fact that there’s nothing hotter thank fucking your husband in his ass on a boiling summer day.

WARNINGS; Anal (pegging), word slut 2 or three times, praise kink (almost excessive), lots of pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.), crying kink, mommy kink!!, you and jungkook in love in love, married!, jungkook is mentioned to be rich, kissies ;*, sweeet aftercare, jungkook goes deep in sub space, big bad dragon/little bunny metaphor…idk what I was thinking, y’all just in love with each other #couplegoals

A/N; sup you guys! This is my first writing…Uhm, ever. Sorry it’s so short haha. I’ve always thought about writing but never truly have until this work, so, let me know what you think? Feedback I always very appreciated. And constructive criticism, no bullying. Anyways, please enjoy, reblogs would be great :)

It’s too hot for this. Too hot for blankets, too hot for anything other than shorts and a tank, and wayyy too hot for jungkook to be moaning like this, arching his back in the sluttiest way possible. Like a little bow and arrow poised to strike. God your cunt aches at the sight, tummy so warm and fuzzy just from looking at it your almost sick. Such a fucking pretty man.

“Haaahhh” another loud, desperate mewl pours from his open lips. Another of many. One after another, he can’t contain it. Not when you’re plowing him far too good to be humanly possible, launching him face fucking first into an alternate dimension. His hole quivers more, squeezes tighter, squelches louder. Abused and pink; chubbed and puffy from such treatment.

It was mere hours ago you’d been busy cuddling on the porch with your dear little husband, pointing out the different clouds and shapes which weren’t actually there, laughing at each other’s teasing lies and almost snapping the poor legs of your seat from the effort it took to fit on it. Mere hours ago he’d been bursting with laughter, adorable bunny laughter and heart-squeezing smile. It was no wonder you’d swooned for him instantly, and yet now he was, at your mercy, just the way you were, mere hours ago on that balcony.

“mo-mmy. o-oh mommy” with each thrust deeper then the last, you couldn’t help yourself. The muscles from beneath the skin of his shoulders flexed, and stretched. Flexed and stretched. Your foot planted firmly in the bed sheets just to get good momentum, pulling out not even half way before shoving it back in so fast it was practically a blur.

“You like that?” God your voice was utterly despicable. Trembling and breathy, yet low an raspy enough to have Jungkook’s entire body quite literally shaking, choking on a moan just to whine far too loudly for a hotel in agreement. He couldn’t stand it, not any of it, and you wanted it just like that.

“Poor bunny, look at my baby..” his arms had gone weak beneath himself at least twenty minutes ago, slender waist and perky, round booty (oh what a perfect booty it was) shaking in the euphoric pleasure that was you. A short, pathetic yet aching whimper clucked from his abused throat. Your hips came to a slow, steady rock and jungkook wanted with everything in himself to refuse, but he couldn’t speak. Could barely fucking move.

The image made you almost melt. Your heart squeezes and he’s pouting, oh so hard just like the greedy little baby bunny he was. He wanted you closer, so he’s just suddenly thought. The absence of sensation has him sinking further into space, mind swirling with each word you spoke, curling in his ears like smoke pouring from a hungry dragons nostrils.

In a way, it was indeed an accurate representation.

The poor little bunny and the big bad dragon.

If the big bad dragon was madly in love with the bunny, and the bunny was greedily mewling and whining for the dragon.

Okay, so, maybe not that accurate.

“I just want to eat. you. up, sweetheart. You’ve done so well all evening” the nails of your fingers rake over his back, long and square, before spreading out onto your palms squeezing at the petite, boney yet strong feeling of his slender waist. You were obsessed with it. Unfairly, bordering on unhealthily, but you couldn’t help it. He was just so delectable in every way.

“Don’t you think mommy owes her pretty, good bunny a treat?” Slowly, without much meaning, your hips continue to rock, nails latching into his abs as you make the effort to lean forward, nipples grazing his back as you do so.

No, it wasn’t necessarily convenient to have your nails done like this when you were fucking your husband every night on vacation in some exclusive island of course only a man like himself could afford. However, making him stretch himself open has been quite the treat. A little something you learned you enjoy quite well.

Jungkook’s pink bowed lips trembled, little mole doing it’s dance as he opened his mouth to speak:

“K-kisses..” his eyes cracked open to beg you, so kindly your entire world almost exploded. As if he’d ever have to ask for kisses. What a perfect bunny. Here, beneath you, shaking and trembling, on the verge of another orgasm from the previous uncountable ones, begging you for a kiss just because he’s so sweet, and loves you so much.

“Oh kookie…” his eyes began to water, a sign that he was just in it deep. You knew a little break was needed, and so you allowed it. Here, strap buried a literal foot in his ass you connected your lips with his own sweet thin pinks ones and began to work your magic.

Your tongues mushed, pushed, and pulled. His lips, though surely sloppier than your own, felt so warm and longing for you, pulling you into his own. He just wanted to suck you deep inside of himself (literally and emotionally) so far that you’d never be able to escape. You’d just stay with him and never leave. You felt like his rock, in this very moment. You are his rock, in this very moment.

You’d run out of breath. 1, 2, 3, inhale and exhale. Jungkook had practically twisted himself backwards just to seek the solace of your lips. And so like magnets you’d drawn together again, forehead first, just resting. Just…feeling. Feeling how close you were to one another. Feeling how deeply connected you were in this very moment.

“Do you wanna keep going?” your tone barely above a whisper. So gentle and earnest, just like Jungkook’s longing for you. He was still leaking profusely, though his dick wasn’t hard from the profuse amount of prostate stimulation, balancing just there at the beginnings of madness.

Jungkook struggled to get the words out, or even think them his brain was so scrambled. Mind and body so high off the more than addictive substance that was you.

He swallowed before his head twitched forward in a nod, “wan’ it so bad mommy..” and just like magic there it was again. That sweet, love drunk little bunny. “Wan’ it o-on my back. Wanna see you…wan’ you to see me..”

Oh, fuck.

His words hit your entire reproductive system like a sudden typhoon. You wanted to. You almost moaned out loud.

“Mommy will give you anything you desire sweet thing” Jungkook whimpered before you went to place a warm, chaste peck to his jawline, warning him before you pulled out.

“Is this okay?” your inquiries were met with hasty nods of confirmation. Pillows had been swapped around and bodies had been shuffled. Jungkook’s poor hips have been propped up onto two secure and ridiculously expensive resort pillows. You’d never known anything could cost so much before Jungkook, especially pillows, but your sweet husband deserved the best. “Okay, I’m gonna push in again, then, my love”

And you did.

This mewl was so much different then the last. The last 5 million, you should say. This mewl was warm and, achy, and heartbreakingly pleasureful in the most beautiful of ways. His back arched knee-jerkingly instant, chest raising high and face contorting in ways porn stars could only ever dream of, eyes rolling back at the ecstasy that rushed him. Toes curling and muscles tensing.

“Good boy” you murmur. Two words that go very far for jungkook, seeing as his eyes are still rolled so far back you were afraid they were stuck. That and the fact his ass quite literally just swallowed at least seven inches in mere seconds. You were so impressed. So proud.

“Fuck kookie that’s so hot. Fucking holy shit kookie. That’s so impressive baby. You’re doing so well” Jungkook’s toes were on the verge of breaking from how hard they were curling. Your praise reached nerve endings he didn’t even know existed in his body, and he could only respond with a deep, throat burning mewl that sounded way too similar to a cry. “Hubby I could cum just watching you take my cock, shit kook” ten inches in, and his head dropped to the side, knees raising and spine tensing with a squeal.

“Oh god” his voice was broken and utterly blissed. Not a single thing was swimming in his head other than just how good his wife’s dick felt buried so deep in side his ass. Hole so full he felt like exploding.

“Baby just a little more” you encourage. You can see it on his blissed out face, that little peak of determination coming through “just a little bit more for mommy, come on darling, only a little bit more” and it wasn’t too late after you’d finished those words he’d managed to maneuver down the rest. Despite just being fucked with this thing, he was still so tense. So worked up. You’d grabbed the lube from its miscellaneous space thrown onto the also painfully expensive sheets, opening the cap with its distinct ‘pop’ just to drizzle more onto his quivering hole.

God, it was just so cute. Everything about your muscle bunny was just too cute. Two fingers reached out from your right hand, held like a peace sign and flipped palm faces toward him to rub the slimy substance onto his skin. Spreading it evenly.

Slowly you began to rock your hips.

“Such a good job..” you murmur, closing the lube and allowing it to fall back into the white oceanic of swirling waves of sheets, your hands reach to grip the back of his knees and begin lifting softly, not even a centimeter further than before, allowing him to adjust “mama’s so impressed bunny. You’re doing so well for me”

This time you pulled out a little further than an inch before pushing back in.

“Oh” his delicate voice crumbled, head twitching.

“There you go” with each thrust you were able to pick up until you were fucking him gently, slowly in and out half way, needy man already squirming beneath you in a pleasure you could only imagine.

He’d expressed to you many times the way you make him feel, when you fuck him like this. How everything you do feels good, just because you’re you. But how fucking him…it gives him a moment to completely let go of himself. To completely fall into his sub space until he can’t even hear or see anymore. Only feel. Completely let go and trust you to keep him safe. How you make him feel so comfortable and loved. It motivates you to fuck him with all you’ve got.

“Is that nice, sweetheart?” you question. You can’t peal your eyes away. Not even for a second. You soak up each micro-expression with as much passion as the last. “Does bunny feel so good?”

Jungkook’s eyes were squeezed impossibly tight, fingers gripping at the sheets just there at his hips so tight his knuckles burned a bright white. “Bunny feel…s’good…!” His whole body jolted, mewling the last word out.

There it was.

Impossible to miss, you’d hit his delicate spot.

“That’s so good baby, mommy’s so proud” Jungkook’s grateful whimper from your compliment made you swoon.

“Fa— aaaa….please mommy faster” god this greedily perfect bunny man that was your husband was gonna be the end of you, his head nuzzled to the side, black hair splayed dark across the pillows like a halo, gotten long recently, pitch black. His tattoos, the colorful ones at least, seemed to glow underneath evening light. You complied easily.

The first snap of your hips has jungkook sobbing, jolting forward on the bed with an airy pout, lip ring sparkling with a sudden catch of light.

The whole room is on fire, and like a disease something catches you instantly, and suddenly you can’t help the urge but to lift Jungkook’s legs higher into an almost parallel squat. Muscled, firm dancer legs feel like stone beneath your fingers at the action, the sluttiest whine bellowing from his chest, eyes crossing just to slide back behind his eyelids once more.

He can feel it, so deep and full it’s almost as if you’d reached his stomach. You’re so deep that each flutter and squeeze of his walls sucks you deeper before panicking and attempting to spit you back out. But he can’t. So fucking deep. The prospect makes his moan, loudly, over and over again as your hips pick up speed.

He feels so lost, so floaty that he can’t find himself. His hands race, from the sheets to his thighs, fingers brushing against the skin of your abdomen. He tries to grab it as if it were your shirt. Reaching for it because even though you were so deep, fucking him three days to Sunday and within an inch of his life, he wants you closer. Wants to feel your body and hear you whisper anything in his ear just to know you’re there. Really there and that this isn’t a dream.

He tries to tell you, tries to communicate how he feels but he can’t speak. It only comes out as a long drawn out sob, and three fingers scratching at the skin of your tummy. He’s so close.

“Almost there, bunny? I can feel your pretty little ass forcing me out. Don’t push me away baby, feel it. Feel how deep mommy’s fucking you baby” Three fast slaps pursue your words before he squeals. You’re words are so dirty, so dirty and if his prostrate wasn’t so fucked he’d be as hard as a fucking redwood tree. He’s leaking everywhere like a broken faucet, tears beginning to collect in his eyes. He’s so close.

His eyes shut hard, extraocular muscles on the verge of snapping as his eyes thrash about behind his lids and pretty black lashes.

“Mama” he manages to cry out, force it from his throat like a piece of apple lodged deep. The tears begin to overflow, spilling from his eyes, and then a hiccup “mama!” He mewls again, almost frenzied.

“I’m here jungkook, oh baby mama’s right here. Let go sweetheart. Cum for mommy, jungkook” the slaps have stopped, one last forceful thrust as your pelvis connects with his ass, grinding into his shaking, fluttering hole and demanding he take all of it like the greedy, good boy he is.

“MAMA” he screams it. Even with the distance between other resort rooms and yours and Jungkook’s penthouse hotel, you’re sure another patron has to have heard him. His body shakes violently, trembling and inebriating his mewls and sobs. The shake at the weight of his vocal chords, chest rumbling and hitting perhaps his highest note to date. A record setter for sure. His nails grip at the top of his own thighs, and you have to flatten his fingers out flat with your palms before he draws blood.

“Just like that, bunny, so sexy. Yes bunny. You’re so sexy” practically moaning the words you assure him, continuing to grind your cock as deep in him as it can reach. He looks euphoric, you can almost feel it as he shakes, hiccuping with one last wail as the last spurts of cum shoot out across his upper chest and tummy. Even a little bit on his chin. His chest heaves, soft moans of exertion squeak from his throat. His fingers flap against your stomach, gesturing for you like a puppy does pets.

“Good job Jungkook, oh bunny you did so so well” your hands caress his waist leaning forward to pepper his sweaty face and jaw in smooches. Just as rewarding as his orgasm.

God, he’s still so high. He feels surrounded by you, utterly and completely as if he’d been swaddled in a blanket of you. It’s so much. So much love whelming him in all the good ways that he can’t help but let a few more tears slip. He’s just so lucky.

Little does he know you feel the exact same way.

“…so blessed to have such a sexy, talented man like you kookie” your hands are cupping his face now, kissing away his tears and peppering him in adoration. “so lucky and I just love you so much jungkook” the words that fall from you even if excessive are true, all true and in a vulnerable moment he deserves to hear every earnest one wholeheartedly.

“mommy…ouch…” he sounds quiet and horse as he speaks, wincing as the strap shifts in him.

“Oh— sorry baby” you chuckle, “I’ll pull out in a second, okay? Do you need a second?” You brush the sweaty raven-colored bangs from his forehead to cool him down. He nods. It’s still hot.

“Okay” and so you sit there in silence, brushing the strands of hair out of his face and tracing each feature. Jungkook watches, too. Entrapped and unmoving at the sight of your eyes darting back and forth over his face. Heart so warm and filled and happy.

And in that moment, you both are thinking the same thing.

God damn it’s fucking hot in here.

[finelinevogue]

Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 144

warnings: dual pov, and a quick nsfw moment hmh masterlist

One…two…three...four sneezes in a row is all it took for me to know that Ronan had a cold. She’s sitting in front of me on her play-mat with some toys, but she keeps sneezing and coughing, which is making her very fussy. On top of her being sick, she’s incredibly frustrated about not being able to crawl yet. She’ll just lay on her tummy and kick her legs--it’s pretty cute.

Y/N has just finished up in the shower and is now almost done getting ready, then we’ll be heading off to take Ronan to the doctor to make sure she is okay and to hopefully get some medicine or something for her. She’s not showing any worrisome signs but we just want to be on the safe side anyway. If it were me, I’d just sleep it off over the weekend and drink a ton of orange juice, but this is our baby, so we can never be too safe.

Last night when we first noticed that Ronan wasn’t herself, I…might have had a moment that Y/N would refer to as a ‘freak out’. I try to always keep my emotions in line, but it’s my daughter--I struggle. I wanted to take Ronan to the hospital right that minute, but Y/N calmed me down and said we’d go in the morning. She was worried too, but not like I was. Not that she’s not as good as a parent or something, but I just haven’t dealt with this stuff before. Y/N is so much better at this than me. I hope she knows that.

Ronan reaches out for me, whining for a moment until it turns into full on sobs. I reach down for her and get a tissue to wipe the snot from under her nose, then I kiss her warm forehead and bounce her a little.

“Sorry! I’m coming! I’m coming, baby!” Y/N says as she hurries down the stairs, “Sorry, I didn’t even do my hair or anything. I just put on some clothes.”

I look over at her as she runs her fingers through her wet hair and pushes it back, and I blink a few times as she talks but I don’t hear anything coming out of her mouth because I’m absolutely stunned by how beautiful this woman is. She looks at me and raises her eyebrows, then she waves her hand as she laughs.

“You good?”

I clear my throat as I nod, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I just…sorry.”

Y/N laughs again, “You’re being weird. You’re not sick, are you?”

“No,” I stand up and hold Ronan tight as I walk over to her, “You’re just so beautiful, baby.”

“Oh, whatever,” she laughs loudly as she playfully slaps her hand against my stomach. “Is she ready?”

I nod as I look down at Ronan, then I reach over for her bag, “Yeah, we’re all ready.”

Sighing loudly, Y/N runs her fingers through her hair again, twisting it at the ends onto her right shoulder, then she rubs her hands over her face. I already know she’s worried about what everyone would think of her when she walks in fresh faced with wet hair, but all I see is a mom in a hurry. Moms in Mill Neck can be a little judgemental.

“You look fine, mouse.” I whisper, and she looks up at me, “You look beautiful.”

“I’m just…” she shakes her head and grabs her backpack from me to put on, “Is everything in here? My wallet?”

I nod, “Yeah.”

“Let’s head out.” she says, and I reach for her hand to calm her down a bit as we head to the door. She looks over at Ronan and reaches up to fix her jacket, then she puts a stocking cap on Ronan, which she’ll just pull off once she’s in the car, but it’s a little chilly this morning. Y/N sighs again, looking at me for a moment, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so stressed out.”

“I know,” I reach over and rub her back, “She’s gonna be okay. She’s just got a cold.”

Y/N nods as she sniffles, then she looks at me, “I’m not crying. I think…um, I think I’m getting sick now.”

“Well, I can take her…” I suggest, pointing at the couch, “You can just lay down and get some rest.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” she says, looking at me with big sad eyes, “I don’t want to leave her.”

I nod as I lean down to kiss her forehead, “Well, we’ll make this a quick trip then. Maybe I can stop off at the grocery store on the way home and pick up some stuff for my girls.”

“Yeah,” she says softly as she clings to my arm. She’s definitely getting sick, I can hear it in her voice. She sounds cute. “That’s a good idea.”

Opening the door, I watch as she walks through it and over to the car parked in the driveway, then she opens the door and waits for me to get Ronan in her car seat before she walks over and gets in the passenger side.

Ronan is already fussing when I get in the car since I’ve put her down, but she’ll be fine for the fifteen minute drive to the doctor’s office. Both my girls get super clingy when they’re not feeling good; I love it. Most people would hate it, but I certainly don’t. I’m already looking forward to laying on the couch with them.

“I know, baby.” Y/N whispers, her nose getting stuffier by the minute. She puts her arm up and sneezes into the crook of her elbow, then she looks at me when I smile, “What?”

“You have a cute sneeze.” I say, backing out of the driveway as she laughs.

Y/N looks over at Tess’ house and sighs a little, “I miss Tess.”

“I know you do.” I reach over and put my hand on her leg, “She’ll be home soon.”

Jimmy and Tess took an early anniversary trip this year and left Finn with Jimmy’s parents. They’ve been gone for about a week now, but from the sounds of it, they want to stay a few more days. They’re in Spain, so I certainly don’t blame them. But my poor peach is really missing her sister.

“She texted me last night and said they’re staying two more days. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they never come home,” she says, and we both laugh a little. “I’m glad she’s having fun.”

I nod, “Yeah, Jimmy was so excited when we got everything planned out to go.”

“They deserve some alone time too,” she says, and I nod, “We know how important it is for us, so it’s nice that they get some alone time.”

I’m quiet for a moment before I glance at her, “Think she’ll come home pregnant?”

“Hell no,” she laughs loudly, which causes her to cough a little. She clears her throat and shakes her head, “No, definitely not. She doesn’t want another baby yet. She says that they want more kids, but she’s scared to have more. I completely understand that though. It’s just been the three of them for a while now. Finn will be two in July, so I can see them starting to try after that, but I know she’s just scared for things to change.”

Turning down the street, I head to the doctor’s office and sit up a little to see Ronan kicking her legs and looking around in the reflection of the baby mirror on the seat. Y/N reaches forward to get some tissues to blow her nose, then she sits back in her seat, completely defeated.

“This appointment will go fast and we’ll get you two home. You can pick a movie for us to watch too.”

Y/N laughs as she looks at me, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Um,” I tilt my head a little as I think, then I laugh as I look at her since we both know she went on a big spiel about it last night, “Yeah.”

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“Oh, I know,” Doctor Marlene nods sympathetically as she checks over Ronan, “I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done.”

My heart is in my throat right now as I watch Ronan so upset. Ronan looks at Y/N and reaches for her as she cries, so Y/N gets up and stands next to her and rubs her tummy before Doctor Marlene nods for her to take her.

“Hi, bug.” she whispers, bouncing her when she lays against her chest, “I know. We’re going home soon.”

“Mrs. Wick, you sound sick yourself.” Doctor Marlene says, and Y/N freezes like she’s just been caught red handed, which makes Doctor Marlene laugh. “I’m not upset with you!”

Y/N nods, then she shrugs, “I just didn’t want John to be overwhelmed with a sick baby, plus he was a little stressed out last night when we realized she was sick. He was ready to get a chopper sent out from Bellevue Hospital the moment she had a little snotty nose.”

“Never had a sick baby before.” I say, then I inhale deeply and let it out, “It’s terrifying.”

“I get it,” she says, and they all sit down. “She does have a cold. Has she recently been around a group of children?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nods as she looks at me, “Our friends brought their two kids over the other day, and we had our nephew.”

Doctor Marlene nods, “And I can guarantee that one of those other kids is sick. She’s drinking water now, isn’t she? She’s a little over six months, so she should be.”

I nod, “She really likes water.”

“Okay,” she nods, writing down on a piece of paper, “This is just a little list of tips to help this little one. Just getting lots of rest and plenty of fluids. When she has a stuffed nose, you can use a saline spray and use one of those--”

I laugh, “The little tool that sucks out boogers.”

“Yes,” Doctor Marlene laughs, “That would be it. Have you had to use it yet?”

“Uh, a few months ago, yeah. Wasn’t what I thought.” I say as Y/N chuckles.

Ronan kicks her legs and cries, slipping from Y/N grip until her hoists her back up and holds her tighter. She’s ready to go home for a nap, I’m sure.

Doctor Marlene laughs as she leans over and tickles her belly, “I know, I’ll stop yapping in a minute. Try a humidifier. Remember that she does run a little warmer, so don’t put her in too heavy of a sleeper if you keep that on. It’ll help her sleep at night. She might have some runny diapers, that’s normal. And last but certainly not least, snuggle this little baby.”

“Oh, definitely,” Y/N smiles, hugging Ronan tight.

“Snuggle both of them,” Doctor Marlene says to me, then she looks at Y/N, “You need to take care of yourself as well.”

Y/N nod her head as she looks at the doctor, then she looks over at me and smiles when she sees I’m looking at her. I rub her back a little before reaching out to shake hands with the doctor. She pinches Ronan’s cheek softly, wishing her a speedy recovery, then she smiles at us and leaves the room.

“I think maybe you should just drop me off at home before going to the store. She’s ready for a nap,” Y/N say, and I nod in agreement.  

After getting our jackets on, we head out to the car and quickly get in to get out of the cold, and I look over at Y/N as she coughs in the crook of her elbow and sniffles loudly.

“You’re sounding more and more sick, peach.” I say, and she pouts as she looks at me, “I’ll get you home and settled, then I’ll head back to the store.”

“Thank you so much,” she whispers, then she sighs loudly and dramatically, “I thought my immune system was better than this.”

I reach over and massage her neck a little, “To be fair, you and Ro are attached at the hip and we did have 3 other kids over at the house the other day.”

“I know, I know it was bound to happen since I didn’t get sick this winter, but I was hoping with the weather getting warmer that I would be in the clear.” she sighs, then she looks at me and squints your eyes playfully, “Why don’t you ever get sick? Are you a robot?”

“No!” I laugh as she lifts my shirt up and look at my stomach, like she always does after making some joke about me being a robot, “Nope, I’m a real--”

She looks at me and raises her brows, “A real man? Oh, I’m well aware.”

“Even with a cold, she’s still making sex jokes.” I chuckle, and she playfully shrugs. I reach over and massage her neck again, and she closes her eyes and hum, “Feel good?”

“So good. My body is starting to get sore.”

I smile when she looks at me, “I’ll give you a nice massage when I get back from the store.”

She takes my hand off her neck and hold it tight, then she close her eyes and sit back in the seat as I intertwines his fingers with hers.

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Ronan was asleep when I dropped the girls off at home, but Y/N said she was okay to get Ronan into bed without my help. I headed to the store to get some things for them and I ended up spending about fifty dollars on just cold medicine for Y/N. I got a few other things for her, like some candy and snacks that I know she likes, and I also made sure to get some stuff for Ronan since we’ll need to keep her hydrated and fed. I picked up some more diapers and wipes too.

I still can’t believe it sometimes when I set baby diapers on the conveyor belt at the store: I have a baby! It still is hard to believe sometimes.

As I come into the house, I hear Y/N sneeze loudly and groan, and I smile as I walk through the kitchen and find her sprawled out on the couch. I lean down and kiss her forehead before she tilts her head back and looks at me.

“I got you some stuff.” I say as I walk into the kitchen, “I got some cold and flu medicine to help you during the day, then I got some stuff for the night as well. I got some cough medicine if your cough gets worse, and I got some…cough drops for you. Some Tylenol, and I got some oils for the diffuser next to the bed. Got some orange juice and tissues with lotion too.”

**

A smile spreads across your face as you walk over to put away some things in the pantry, then you notice the diapers on the counter. The smile spreads a little further on your face, but you’re not sure why. It’s not like this is the first time he’s gone to the store and bought diapers.

“Why are you smiling over there?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh as you shrug, “Something so cute about John Wick going to the store and buying diapers. Like just thinking about you, big assassin man, walking through the store with diapers under your arm.”

John laughs, then he raises his eyebrows and looks at you, “Retired…”

“Oh, sorry,” you laugh, putting your hand over your mouth as you cough a little, “Big retired assassin man. I don’t know, it’s just cute.”

You put your hand over your mouth as you cough a few times, then you walk over to wash your hands since you didn’t mean to cough straight into them. John wraps his arms around you and kisses your shoulder a few times, then he squeezes you a little.

“Did you pick a movie for us?” he asks, and you nod your head. “Can’t wait to see what shitty movie you picked.”

“Actually I picked a good one,” you say, and John raises his eyebrows when you turn around, “Train to Busan.”

John nods his head, “Great choice. Are you hungry?”

“Meh,” you shake your head, “Not really.”

“I’m just gonna make myself something to eat then.” he says, then he reaches over for some cold medicine, “You should take this.”

You take the medicine and crack one of the little pills out, then you grab a water bottle and take a sip as John smiles. He reaches out and rubs his thumb over your cheek, then he moves around the kitchen to make himself something to eat while you head back out to the living room.

After checking the baby monitor to see Ronan is still fast asleep, you grab the throw blanket and lounge out on the chaise as you wait for John. You close your eyes for a few minutes, then they snap open when you catch a whiff of the grilled cheese John is making--you’re already planning on taking a bite of his sandwich.

John finally comes out of the kitchen with his plate, then he sets it down and looks at the baby monitor, “She’s still sleeping?”

“Yeah, I have a feeling she’ll be up soon though. She’ll be hungry in a bit,” you say, then you lean up a little and smile when you see John made two grilled cheese sandwiches. “Um, is that…”

“For me, yeah.” he says, and you nod your head and smile sweetly at him as he laughs. “Yes, of course it’s for you.”

You lean over and take a bite of it, then you perk up when you see ketchup on John’s plate, “Since when do you eat grilled cheese with ketchup?”

“Since always.” he laughs, and you scrunch your face up, “Gives it a little kick. Try it.”

“Why don’t I remember this?” you say as you take your grilled cheese and dip it into the ketchup, “I feel like this is something weird that I should remember.”

John laughs, “I don’t know, but you can’t call me weird when you like to eat your turkey sandwich and a chocolate chip cookie at the same time.”

“Yeah, because it’s good. A little chocolate with your lettuce and mayo. Hell yeah! But that was a pregnancy quirk.” you say, then you bite into your sandwich and nod, “Okay, I get it. You don’t eat your mac and cheese with ketchup, do you?”

“No.” he laughs, scrunching up his face. “That’s gross.”

You shrug, “Tess likes it.”

“Yeah, well, Tess is weird.” he says, and you laugh as you look at him, “You sound so cute with your stuffy nose.”

Taking another bite of your sandwich, you sit back and chew it, then you place it on John’s plate and nod for him to have the last of it before you put your hand over it and widen your eyes.

“Never mind. I’m sick, you can’t--” you gasp when he takes a bite, “John! No! I’m sick!”

“I sleep next to you every single night, I kiss you every single day, we’re around each other all the time,” he laughs, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I’ll be okay.”

You frown a little, “What if you get sick?”

“Then we’ll all be sick together.” he says, and you roll your eyes before you laugh and snuggle close to him. “Ready for our movie?”

“Uh,” you grab the blanket and cover yourself up, then you snuggle as close as physically possible to John before he laughs and lifts his arm up to wrap it around your shoulder. You pull the blanket up to your nose and lean on his shoulder, “Okay. I’m ready.”

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**

It’s been three days since the girls started to show symptoms of their colds, but they’re doing much better now. Ronan isn’t sneezing and coughing every 10 minutes, and she’s sleeping through the night now. The first night, she barely slept, which meant I barely slept. Y/N got a little worse, but thankfully she took medicine to help her sleep. She felt bad about it but I just want her to get better. Ronan had pretty broken sleep the next night, but she’s doing much better.

As for Y/N, she says that all she has left from her cold is a sore back and a headache. I suggested that she get a massage but she said she’d be okay and that she’d just take a warm bath later tonight. Right now, all she cares about is seeing Tess for the first time in over a week.

I can hear them squealing as I come up from the basement, and I laugh before I even open the door since I can picture them hugging as they jump in place. I open the door and smile when I see them embracing, then I look down at Ronan doing some tummy time. She looks really cute right now, so I pick her up and hold her.

“Hey, Tess,” I say, walking over to hug her, “How was your trip?”

“Perfect! Everything Jimmy and I wanted and needed.” she says, smiling wide, “It was great.”

I look around, “Where is he?”

“Crashed at home. He’s exhausted.” she says, then she dramatically winks and laughs when I laugh a little. She puts her hands out and looks at both Y/N and I, “Before either of you ask, no, I am not pregnant.”

“John asked if I thought you’d be pregnant.”

Tess laughs, shaking her head, “Not yet. Not ready for that. I love my life with my boys right now. I told him that I’m just a little scared right now, but we said we’d have the conversation again after Finn’s birthday, so I have a few months to think about it.”

Y/N looks at me and smirks since she was right, then she looks at Tess, “I get it. Honestly the thought scares me too.”

I furrow my brow a little as I look over at Y/N, then I look at Ronan as she babbles, “I’m gonna get her some lunch.”

“Okay,” Y/N smiles, then she sits down on the couch and talks with Tess.

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**

Quickly rushing into the office, you slide across the floor in the rolly chair and press the phone to your ear, “Thank you for calling Next Chapter, how may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m looking for a few books, but I’ve called a few bookshops in Oyster Bay; no luck.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to help you.” you say, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you grab a piece of paper and pen, “What are you looking for?”

The woman inhales deeply, “I’m looking for Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. They had that at a shop in Oyster Bay but I’d rather only make one stop. Um, I’m also looking for Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn.”

“Okay, I know we for sure have Jurassic Park,” you say, typing in the books on the laptop to check what’s in stock, “It looks like we have Sharp Objects in stock, but I just want to make sure we actually have in at the store. Sometimes it takes a day or two for our site to register that we don’t actually have the book in stock. Is there anything else?”

“Yes--I am asking the woman right now, Livy, calm down.” she says, and you chuckle a little, “I’m sure you have it; Twilight.”

You smile, nodding your head, “We certainly do. We have plenty of copies, even a little section with some cool merchandise.”

“Great, my daughter will love that.”

“Well, let me go make sure we have that other book. Can I put you on hold for a moment?” you ask, then you push the button and put the phone down after the woman says yes.

You get up from your chair and walk through the shop to double check that Twilight and Jurassic Park are in stock, then you bend down and run your finger along the book spines until you find the F’s. Your finger lands on a book with a black spine and green font, and you pull it out and smile as you walk back to the office with it in your grasp.

You press the phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hi!”

You smile as you look at the book, “We have all three in stock! I can pull them from the shelf and put them aside if you’d like.”

“Yes, please!”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

The woman hums, “Um, actually yes. One more book. The Duke and I by Julia Quinn.”

“I will have a look right now. Let me just put you on hold.” you put the woman on hold and walk out to the middle of the shop, then you tilt your head back and smile, “Hey, Wick.”

“Hey, peach.” John says as he leans over the railing and looks down at you.

You smile at him, “Can you look for a book for me?”

“Yeah.”

“The Duke and I, Julia Quinn.” you say, and John nods as he walks away to look at the romance books that he’s been stocking all afternoon. You raise your eyebrows when you see him hold up a book, “Good. Put that aside.”

You quickly walk back into the office and sit down, taking a deep breath before you get the phone again.

“Hi, we have all of those books in stock!”

“Oh, that’s great! What time do you close?”

You look at the clock, “We are open for another hour.”

“Oh, I better hurry then.” she says, and you smile softly.

“I’ll get those books and set them aside for you. Can I get a name?”

“Michelle.”

You nod, “Okay, Michelle, I’ll go grab those books and set them aside for you!”

“Thank you so much. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You smile as you say goodbye to her, then you get up and walk around to get the books for her. You set them aside and walk up the spiral staircase and see John grabbing some books, and you sit down on the table and smile when he looks over his shoulder at you.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he says, sniffling a little as you cock up your eyebrow, “Getting tired, if I’m honest.”

You reach out and touch his cheek, “I think you’re getting sick now, baby.”

“I think so too.” he whispers, looking at you with his big pouty brown eyes.

“I just have someone coming to get these books, then we’ll close up and get our bug.”

John nods his head as he walks over and leans his forehead on your shoulder--he’s clingy when he’s sick. It’s actually really cute. He used to be so stoic and tough but he just allows himself to be clingy now.

“Maybe she should stay with mom for tonight.” he says, looking at you and shrugging, “If I’m getting sick, I don’t want her to be around me. Not since she’s feeling better now.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, “That makes sense.”

John looks over your shoulder when the bell rings, and you look to see a woman coming in with two kids in tow. You smile at John as you get off the table, then you grab the book and walk down to greet them.

“Hi, are you Michelle?”

“I am!” she smiles wide, gasping when you hold up one of the books she was looking for. “Great!”

You grab the other books and smile, “And I have the others here.”

“Mom, look!” the young girl points at the Twilight display, then she walks over and grabs a bookmark, smiling when she looks back at her mom and almost pleading with her big eyes. “Can I?”

You smile when Michelle looks at you, “Hey, I’m surprised Twilight is still so popular. I don’t know how many times we get people of every age coming in here for it. I remember begging my mom for them--both my sister and I. I still have the cool hardback versions she bought me for Christmas one year.”

The woman laughs as she exhales, then she waves her arm towards herself, “Well, come in. I’m sure she wants to head home.”

A loud sneeze comes from the stairs as John heads down them, and he laughs as he puts his hand out a little, “So sorry. I’ll keep my distance.”

“Poor guy is getting a cold. Our daughter and I just got over it, so now it’s dad’s turn.” you say, then you scan the books and wait for the woman to run her card through the machine.

“Oh, I think we’re heading towards a little outbreak at home, so we’re stocking up on some books to hunker down this weekend. You’ve saved us!” she says, laughing a little.

John smiles as he stands next to you, “Lots of vitamin C!”

You hand the woman her receipt, then you smile at them, “I hope you enjoy your books. And if you enjoy Twilight, we have all the others here. Even the movies!”

“Oh, no,” the woman laughs, widening her eyes, “I think you’ve just started her newest obsession.”

Waving at them, you watch as they leave, then you look over at John as he leans against the counter and clears his throat a few times.

“What is the obsession with Twilight?”

“Um, he’s a vampire who falls in love with a human!” you say, giving John a little nudge, “He can read minds, but not hers. So you got vampires, forbidden love, a guy who says super mushy romantic stuff. What more could you want?”

John laughs, shaking his head, “And they made these into movies?”

“They did. They’re incredible.” you say without a single ounce of sarcasm, “We’ll watch them sometime.”

“Can’t wait,” John says, definitely with a bit of sarcasm.

You wrap your arms around John’s waist and rub his back, “You ready to head home?”

“Yeah,” he nods, resting his cheek against your head.

You let go of John and rub his stomach a little, then you walk into the office to log off the laptop and grab your things while John closes down the register and puts the money in the safe. You pull on your jacket and sling your purse over your shoulder, then you grab John’s jacket and bring it out to him. He takes his keys from his pocket as he puts it on, then he walks around to make sure the shop is empty. It was only the two of you here today, which is your favorite type of days, but John always double checks just in case someone is still in the shop.

Smiling at John, you reach out for his hand and tilt your head back for a kiss when he gets closer to you. He turns off the lights to the shop and steps onto the sidewalk with you, then he quickly locks up and walks to the car. You put your hand out to stop him from coming to open your door, but he grabs the handle and opens it before you get a chance.

“You’re sick, babe. Let me drive.” you say, and John laughs a little. “Don’t be rude! Let me drive.”

John laughs again, “Fine.”

You get in the car and start it, then you turn the heat up a little as you get your phone out to call your mom. Your phone connects to the bluetooth as you sit back, then you reach over and hold John’s hand.

“Hello?”

“Hi, mom.”

John laughs, “Hey, mom.”

“Well, hi!”

You take a deep breath, “It looks like Jonathan is starting to get a little sick now, so would you be able to take Ro for the weekend? If you can’t, I can come get her, that’s no problem.”

“I would say yes, but your dad and I have a breakfast planned for tomorrow morning with some friends.”

“I can come get her! That’s no problem, mom.” you wave it off, and John nods. “We just thought it’d be a good idea for her to not be around Jonathan since she just got over her cold. I’ll be over to get her in like…15 minutes.”

Your mom sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! It’s totally fine.”

John leans over closer to your phone, “Don’t worry, mom. In all honesty, I think I just want to snuggle my girls anyway.”

You smile as you look at him, then you reach over and tuck his hair behind his ear, “I’ll be there soon to get her.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Bye.”

You put your phone in the cupholder and look over at John, “I’m gonna drop you off at home first.”

“Good idea.” he nods, and you lean over to kiss him a few times. “I really just want to spend the night with you two.”

“Okay.” you smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, “I’ll pick up something to eat on the way home too.”

John nods his head and smiles before he leans over to kiss you, “In sickness and in health.”

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Holding tight to Ronan, you kick off your shoes and cling to the bag that is slowly slipping from your grip. You quickly rush over to put it in the chair, then you set Ronan down on the ground as she cries.

“I know, I’ll get you out of your jacket in a minute.”

“I got it!” John says as he comes out of the bathroom with a tissue pressed to his nose. “Hey, bug.”

Ronan juts out her bottom lip and lets out a few dramatic cries as John gets her jacket off, then she leans back to look at him for a moment before kicking her legs to be put down. John puts her in her jumper, then he sits down on the couch and exhales loudly.

“Did mom apologize profusely?”

“Of course she did,” you laugh, shaking your head, “I told her that it was fine but she felt bad.”

John chuckles, “I really want to just hold you two tonight anyway, so I’m okay with having her here.”

You set the bag on the coffee table and open it to pull out the plastic containers, and John sits up and leans forward to see what you got.

“I got you some black pepper chicken, some fried rice, and some egg rolls.” you say, setting everything on the table, then you pull out another plastic container, “And I got some mac and cheese for myself.”

John nods his head, then he reaches for his food and opens it to give it a smell. He nods his head as he reaches for his fork, then he takes a few bites and sits back with it on the couch. Ronan squeals loudly, slapping her hands on the jumper before reaching for you as she whines.

“I can’t even eat?” you ask, and Ronan juts out her bottom lip on the verge of tears, “Okay, I see.”

John chuckles as he looks over at Ronan, “She wants her mom.”

You groan as you bend down to get her from the jumper, then you hug her tight and  walk over to sit on the couch with John.

“So ready for this cold to be over with.”

“Oh, you poor thing, it’s barely even started.” you laugh, holding Ronan tight in your arm as you open your mac and cheese. “Definitely start taking some of that medicine. I think that’s what helped me get over mine faster.”

John nods with his mouth full, “I’ll take some before bed.”

You look down at Ronan as she chews on her hand, then she looks up at you and makes a funny little noise that’s almost like a grunt. You raise your eyebrows and laugh, which causes her to do it again, and you pretend to get scared, causing her to do it a few more times as she laughs.

“Little gremlin…” John laughs.

“Ooh, great movie.” you say, and John gestures to the TV. “Think we can find it?”

John nods, “We have every streaming platform known to man, so yeah, we probably can.”

You lean over and open your mouth for a bite of John’s chicken, then you give him some of your mac and cheese in exchange. He smiles as he leans over to kiss you, then he tickles Ronan’s tummy.

“Daddy will snuggle you in a minute.” he says when Ronan reaches for him.

You set Ronan down between you and John on the couch since you can’t eat with her in your arms, and John laughs when she pulls his food down so she can see what it is. She opens her mouth and leans over for a bite of it, but he holds it away and laughs.

You jump up from the couch and head to the kitchen to get a few things for Ronan, then you sit down and offer a cheese cube to her, which she happily takes. She sits between you and John on the couch as you hand her cheese every so often, then you open the banana and give her a piece as she keeps her eyes fixed on the TV as the movie starts.

“Hey, peach…” John whispers, and you look over at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back, reaching over Ronan’s head to touch John’s cheek.

John closes his eyes, then he looks at you, “You make me really happy.”

“Well, you make me really happy.” you smile, then you both lean over to kiss. You place your hand on his forehead to see if he has a fever, then you smile at him, “Wanna get in a bath with me later?”

“I would love that.”

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Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you stare at the water as it pours from the faucet and fills the tub. There’s always been something about water that just makes you fall into a hypnotic daze. You feel your eyes losing focus as you stare at the water and lean over unintentionally, then you gasp and jump when you feel John’s hands firm on your shoulders.

“Thought you were gonna fall in for a minute.”

“Sorry,” you turn off the faucet and look at him, “Sorry, I just…I got distracted.”

John gently traces his thumb over your jawline and to your lip, then he smiles when you press a small soft kiss to it. He reaches down for your hands to help you up, then he holds your gaze as he pulls your shirt over your head. He reaches around and undoes the clasp on your bra, then he pulls it off and tosses it into the hamper in the corner, along with your shirt.

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment when he glances down at your breasts, then you reach over and pull his shirt off, watching his dark hair fall through the neck hole when you pull it over his head. Without looking, you toss the shirt aside to the hamper, which you assume it made it into since John nods his head and smiles.

Looking up at John, you place your hands on his belt and lean closer to feel his warm chest against your breasts. You tilt your head forward and lean your forehead just between his pecs, then you inhale deeply and softly kiss his warm skin. Goosebumps trail along your back as John slides his hands down to your waist, then he leans down and lightly kisses your shoulder up to your neck.

You stand on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around John’s neck, and he stands up straight, pulling you from the ground in the process. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold tight to him as the two of you listen to the water dripping from the faucet.

“My little koala,” he whispers, and you laugh in the crook of his neck. “Sorry I get so clingy when I’m sick.”

“I love it,” you whisper, your voice muffled.

John walks backwards and leans against the counter as you look at him, “I love it when you get clingy too.”

“I like when you act like you can’t breathe unless we’re together; it’s nice.” you say, then you squint your right eye a little as you laugh, “In a weird way.”

“I can’t breathe unless we’re together, but that’s always how I feel.” he holds your gaze and smiles as he looks down at your lips, “You’ll never know just how much you mean to me and it fucking sucks. I will never be able to fully articulate how much you mean to me, how much our life means to me.”

You tilt your head a little and place your right hand on John’s cheek, “I know just how you feel.”

“Even though we’ve all been sick this past week, it’s been nice to just spend time with you.” he whispers, and you nod your head, “It’s also been nice to have you to myself while Tess was gone. I’m happy she’s home, of course, but I liked having you all to myself.”

You chuckle a little, “Yeah, I get that too.”

“Best thing I ever did,” he whispers, and you let out a small tearful laugh as you look down. “I’m grateful every day that I met you, you know that?”

“Me too,” you nod, rubbing your thumb over his cheek again.

John takes a step forward and holds tight to you until he knows your feet are planted on the ground again, then he smiles at you. You unbutton your jeans and pull them off, then you take off your underwear and toss them in the hamper while you wait for John to get undressed. You wring your hands a little as you stand in front of him completely naked, and he shakes his head as he kisses you and moves past to put his clothes in the basket.

You’re not sure why you feel so insecure sometimes when you’re in front of him. He’s never looked at you like anything other than a work of art. A work of art he completely worships.

The warmth from John’s hand soaks into your skin when he places it on your lower back, then he holds your hand and help you into the bathtub. The water sloshes around as the two of you sit down and shift to get comfortable, then it slowly steadies when you lay back in John’s arms. A smile spreads across your face as you close your eyes and feel happiness radiate through every vein in your body, and you pull John’s arms around you a little more.

“Not to sound corny…” you whisper as John rests his lips against your forehead, “But I don’t think I’ve ever fit so perfectly into someone’s arms before.”

John lets out a small laugh, “Well, I don’t think anyone has ever fit so perfectly into mine.”

You tilt your head back and smile, “Good!”

The water sloshes a little when you turn to lay against John’s chest but it stills again a few moments later. You close your eyes and gently press kisses to his skin and he strokes your hair and holds you, then you tilt your head back and smile as he leans down to kiss you.

“What’s going through your head?” you ask, gently caressing his cheek.

“Not much,” he says, causing you to laugh, “Just looking at my beautiful wife and thinking about how lucky we are.”

You close your eyes as you laugh softly, “You’re laying it on thick tonight. Had I known you’d be this romantic when you’re sick, I’d have coughed all over you a few days earlier.”

John lightly brushes his nose against yours as you both laugh, then he kisses you, leaving his lips there for several moments as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You gently place his hand on your breast as you kiss him, then you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down more as he caresses your breast.

“I love you, Jonathan,” you whisper to him, and he nods his head, “More than I ever thought humanly possible.”

“I love you too,” he nods, holding your gaze. He pulls you close to kiss him again, then he smiles when you sit up to straddle his waist. He places his hands on your hips as you sit in his lap, then he relaxes back in the tub and looks at you.

The two of you look at one another for a moment, then you close your eyes and crash your lips against his as he moves his hands to your ass. He lifts you up a little as he shifts in the tub, then he reaches between the two of you and gasps when you grind against his cock. You place your right hand on his chest and lean back to hold his gaze, then you roll your hips and bite your lip, feeling his cock sliding against your clit.

“Come here,” John says, beckoning you toward him with his finger, then he holds you tight and lifts you up as he gets out of the tub, which turns you on even more with how effortless it was for him. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

You laugh as you nod, “Sounds good to me.”

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You and John are both laughing and looking up at the ceiling as you lay in a tangled mess of limbs and blankets. John rolls over and kisses you a few times, then he sits up to untangle you from the sheets. You head into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, and you notice the bathtub is still full of water, so you unplug it and listen to it draining while you pull your hair into a bun on top of your head.

John is lounging out on the bed with the sheet over his lower waist when you come out of the bathroom, and he reaches for your hand and laughs when you fall against his chest and kiss him.

“That was fun,” he whispers, and you nod your head. He lays back on the bed with your head on his chest, then he lets out a content sigh. “Can I ask you a question?”

You sit up and nod, “Of course.”

“Are you really scared to have another baby?”

“Uh,” you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on your left hand as you look at him, “Yes and no. Yes, because I’m scared about the dynamic shifting with us. Another kid means less time with you, less time with Ro. She won’t be the only child anymore. Our focus won’t be on just her.”

John nods, “How about the reasons why you’re not scared?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m excited to have more babies with you. A child with half your DNA has proven to be an angel, so why wouldn’t I want another? We make cute babies!” you laugh, and John nods his head.

“We really do.”

You shrug, “I guess that’s just the way it is and I’m sure plenty of people feel that way. I’m not so scared of things changing with us that I don’t want another baby.”

“What could possibly change with us?” he asks, raising his eyebrows, “I’m genuinely curious because from what I can remember we still have time for each other when we babysit and have Finn. Or how about the time we had Harper and Benji? We even had an extra kid when Travis was over. We still found time for each other.”

“You know what I don’t just mean sex, right?” you say, and he nods. “Okay, I don’t want you to think I’m just worried about our sex life. I just mean everything. We won’t be able to have our relaxing movie nights.”

John shakes his head and reaches out to touch your shoulder, “Yes, we will. Ro goes to your mom’s every Wednesday. Tess always says that she would babysit if we wanted to go out. How about Jen and April? They’d take Ro sometime. Amanda and Aurelio would take her too! There is nothing wrong with you wanting special time for the two of us--I want it too!”

“I just love the way our life is right now, and I don’t think another kid right now would be a good idea.”

“Oh, definitely not.” he laughs, shaking his head, “Bug has a long way to go, and we still have a long way to go. But listen to me, things will never change between us. I don’t think you believe me when I say I fall in love with you even more as time goes on. I truly mean that.”

You let out a tearful laugh as you look down, then you nod your head and wipe away the tear on your cheek, “I feel that way too. I feel like a teenager in love, like I can’t breathe when you’re away from me, like you’re an extension of me or something. Still getting butterflies in my stomach when you look at me.”

John smooths your hair back and nods, “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“I love you,” you whisper as you scoot up to kiss him, and he places his hand on your back and pulls you closer.

“I love you,” he says, and you nod. “And I need you in my life. I need you more than anything in this world.”

You lean up more and kiss him, then you lay with your head on his chest and close your eyes, listening to his heart in his chest. You laugh when you hear his stomach make a noise, and you tilt your head back and look at him.

“I still got some ice cream in the freezer.”

John nods as he sits up, “You pick a movie, I’ll go grab it.”

“Okay,” you smile as John walks over to grab out a new pair of boxers and clean t-shirt, and he tosses it to you and leans down to kiss you. You reach up and gently touch his cheek as he holds your gaze, and you smile softly when he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back.”

You smile, nodding your head, “I’ll be here.”

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