#teeny tiny boi is enjoying the warmth

[leafyolive]

he’s taking a break from the heat, care to join him?

[oneforthemunny]

build me up, buttercup |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby!reader|

prompt: you and eddie are planning a baby shower to welcome in your first baby, persephone. or how the girl's flower themes are born.

a teeny tiny blurb that i'm excited to share. follows the lore than each of the girls have their own flowers, and this is how persephone's came to be <3 hope you enjoy!

contains: pure fluff. honestly just cutesy shit. language. pregnant!reader.

"I just want something bright." You hum, swaying gently to soothe your sore, aching joints. Your ring dazzled in the bright light pouring in from the open windows, smoothing over the swell of your stomach.

"Is there a specific color, Mrs. Munson?" The timid event planner asked, spreading out swatches of bright yellows, powdery blues, pastel pinks. "If we start with a color, maybe that would help narrow down the options?"

"I don't know." You frowned, a swell of frustrated tears bubbling to life in your chest. You didn't know, and you hated that you didn't know. It was your baby shower, you wanted it to be perfect.

Eddie's spine straightened, eyes cutting to you carefully. He sensed the tears, the irritation of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, all threatening to come out the only way they knew how to. He'd been on the receiving end of too many of those fits. His hand found your thigh, squeezing it gently, thumb rubbing soft circles over your soft flesh, a desperate attempt to soothe.

"You're wanting flowers, right? That's the main theme." Your assistant, Natasha, a complete saint in disguise. With pregnancy brain and hormones, you were sure you'd never make it without her. "Do you have options for a floral theme?"

"Yes," The planner squeaked, thumbing through her briefcase of photos, swatches, notes.

Eddie felt you tense, your hand rubbing over your stomach in slow circles, huffing in defeat. "Hey, could you give us a second, Nat?" Eddie hummed. "Just give us one sec to look and kinda talk."

"Of course. Let's take a little break. I'll go get some tea." Natasha gave you both a small smile, padding to the kitchen the event planner following closely behind.

Your sigh, heavy and huffy, echoed off the walls. It made Eddie cringe gently, pulling the flower pictures closer to the two of you. "What about this one? Nice and pink for ya." Eddie held the small sample photo up to you, filled with sweet peas and hydrangeas, obnoxiously pink.

"Yeah," You muttered, lips still puffed in a pout. "I don't even know if I want pink anymore."

"Blue?" Eddie grinned lightly. "Trick everyone into thinking it's a boy incase there's a leak." He cringed when your breath hitched, eyes wide in horror.

"I'm kidding, baby." Eddie added quickly. "No one's gonna leak. We're keeping it intimate."

"Yeah, right." You sighed. "My mom and dad will bring all these people I barely even know."

"And I'll tell them to leave." Eddie's chest puffed, spine straightening. "I'm serious. They're not on the list, they can fuck off, alright? Goes for Victor and Tana too. Not gonna let them upset you."

The small smile you gave him felt like a standing ovation, a victorious win after a grueling, hard day. Filled his chest with warmth, hand squeezing yours lightly.

"If there's even a shower to kick them out of." Your smile fell just as quickly as it came, shoulders slumping with them. "Can't even pick a theme."

"We'll get it. C'mon," Eddie's calloused fingertips tickled your jaw, lifting your gaze to his. "Don't be like that, sweetheart."

"I can be like that if I want to." Your voice teetered on the edge of a whine, the hinting of a cry. "I can't even make a decision about a baby shower theme. How am I going to make a decision about a baby?"

"Stop that." Eddie shook his head, voice dropping to a soft coo. "Two totally different things, baby. Not even comparable." It was rational, firm but soothed your bundles of nerves. You both had your own worries, fears about parenthood- fear of the unknown that was creeping closer and closer.

"Here," Eddie stood, chains hanging from his jeans jingling with every heavy step towards the shelves on either side of the television, lined with books.

Eddie's fingers danced over the spines, until he found the book. Still new, no cracks in the spine or bent pages, a gift from Farrah when you told her the baby's name. "I saw it at this bookstore in Amsterdam. I had to get it." She'd squealed, giving you the book with a title that your baby shared- Persephone.

Eddie had been more elated than you, reading it front to back more than once. Reading it to you at night, eyes lighting when he'd read something interesting.

"I think I saw somethin' in here." Eddie sank back down beside you on the couch. "Just an idea."

You curled into him, knees tucked under you, head on the soft, worn material of his t-shirt. His cologne, a faint smoky smell of a cigarette- you could feel your body relaxing, intoxicatingly calm.

Calloused fingertips thumbed through the pages until he found the page he was looking for, lips parting in a soft, triumphant hum. "Look," Eddie tilted the page towards you, fingertip tracing the small etching of a flower. "Says there's some history behind this flower and Persephone."

You titled your head, eyes scanning over the text.

"In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Earth Goddess Gaia produced the yellow petaled Narcissus specifically to enchant Persephone. Now, this early blooming flower is seen as the harbinger of Spring, announcing Persephone's ascent to the surface."

"Interestingly, for all it's association with rebirth and new life with Spring, the bulb is highly toxic?" You frowned, head tilting up towards Eddie.

His lips curled in a wide, excited grin, eyes shining with gleaming pride. "That's fucking cool, isn't it?" Eddie beamed.

Heat blossomed in your chest, dissolving the feeling of frustration and fear, and blooming with something lighter. Soothing and happy, spreading through your chest all the way to your cheeks.

"That is pretty cool." You nodded, scanning the table for a yellow swatch. "We could do like a yellow and white kinda theme, right? That would be neutral in case it did get leaked."

Eddie gave a small eye roll. "It won't get leaked." He muttered, setting the book to the side. "But, yeah, neutral but still bright."

"Make the narcissus the main flower. Maybe add baby's breath and something else..." You muttered, pulling the swatches in front of you. Eddie's chest boasted, watching your small frown on your features, determined instead of frustrated now.

"Do they keep?" You turned to Eddie. "Like, they won't wilt or be gross, right?"

"Buttercups? Nah, they'll keep." Eddie shook his head gently. "Used to pick them for my mom all the time when I was little. She'd keep 'em in a vase and some water, and they'd stay forever."

Your heart swelled, a dull ache behind his words. Even now, married and expecting a baby, Eddie rarely spoke about his mother. Every small detail he'd share, you'd guard protectively in your thoughts, wanting to remember every detail you could.

"Ok," You nodded, a small sigh of relief. "Let's do that then."

You groaned, pushing off the back of the couch, Eddie's hands quickly finding your waist to help you stand. "Will you go get them? I have to pee, and I'll be right back."

Weeks later, Eddie was sure he'd never seen so many shades of yellow- so many flowers in his life. Your family's Malibu home transformed to a bright, floral baby shower of your dreams. Buttercups at every arrangement, starred prominently in bustles of baby's breath and tiny white daisies. All the guests even in various shades of yellow, shining brightly under the California sun.

Eddie managed to sneak a bouquet after the party, when you'd gone to lay down and the staff was cleaning up. He'd handed it to Natasha, sent it with her to get pressed and framed, until it found it's new home in the nursery.

[thatacotargirl]

Hiii, I saw your posts about taking requests! (loving Shadows and Surprises btw 👏)

How about a nice fluffy one-shot (take your pick of the bat-boys 😊) where reader wakes up on her cycle with bloody sheets and bad cramps, and she starts apologising about the sheets but she's in a lot of pain, but he immediately takes care of her and pampers her (changes sheets, runs her a bath, gives tea and chocolate, lots of cuddles and kisses, etc)

Ahhh I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much for the request - I hope enjoy!

Inbox is open for requests so please do send any through!

Warnings: blood, vomit, general pain (?)

To the Ends of the Earth

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

It had been a few months since Rhysand had introduced you to his Inner Circle. What started off as a small part-time job working on his accounts and book-keeping turned into a full-time lifestyle. After the first 2 weeks of proving yourself invaluable to him and his Court, Rhys invited you to move into the House of Wind and work alongside him full-time. Your tiny studio apartment with mould, rats, and goodness knows what else inside the walls was not the most luxurious of lifestyles, and you had already grown so attached to the rest of the Inner Circle that you jumped at the opportunity. It also helped that you had developed a teeny tiny crush on the delicious male that was Cassian, so living in the same home as him made life just that little bit sweeter.

Life had, truthfully, never been better.

Yet today, you felt sluggish. Tired. Frustrated. And what made it worse was that you had no reason to feel that way. You had slept well, eaten well, trained that morning - you should be at the peak of your health. But today was finding every possible way to challenge you. After confusing an 8 for a 3 for the third time that afternoon, you threw your pen across the study in complete exasperation. What was going on!

At that moment, the study door cracked on a touch, and the familiar scent of Cassian wafted in.

"Are you ok in here y/n? I heard a bang?". A bang was an understatement considering you had chucked a gigantic book on the floor in your frustration that near shook the House.

"Yes I am fine" you replied through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and look at him. You had tears in your eyes for reasons you could not explain, and you didn't want him to see you like that. Why on earth were you now crying over a 3?!

Cassian walked over to you and gently held your chin, pulling your face to look at him. You breathed in his scent, feeling an instant calm, and took a deep breath. When your eyes met his, Cassian looked at you with concern.

"You look exhausted, y/n, have you been sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, Cassian, I have been sleeping - I think I'm just having a bad day that's all" you replied, a little too harshly, pulling your eyes away from his so he couldn't see the tears re-forming in response to his gentle worrying. You response made Cassian's concern grow, so he bent down, scooped you off the chair, and carried you out of the study.

"CASSIAN PUT ME DOWN" you shouted, smacking at his shoulders, mindful to avoid his wings.

"Not a chance. You look like you need to sleep, and considering you nearly bit my head off when I asked, I am insisting that you at least humour me with a one hour nap" he retorted, carrying you up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed that you passed your own bedroom door, and had been walked straight into Cassian's. He put you down on his bed and walked over to draw his curtains. You started to protest, but you couldn't deny that his bed was particularly comfy, and his scent had such a calming effect on you that your lids were already getting heavy.

"Sleep", Cassian said, pulling the duvet up to your chin. "I will wake you in an hour".

You wanted to argue back, but you hadn't truly realised how tired you were, and with the warmth, the scent, the darkness, the quiet, you found yourself quickly drifting off for your Cassian-prescribed nap.

-

The door creaked open exactly one hour late, and Cassian froze. He couldn't sense a threat, couldn't see anyone in his room besides you still curled up asleep in his bed, but he could scent blood. He padded over to you, concern lacing his voice as he gentle called your name and shook your shoulder to wake you.

"y/n? It's been an hour, are you ready to get up?" he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. You stirred and slowly leant up on your elbows, peering at him with half-asleep eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly felt yourself hit with an intense stomach cramp and your mouth watered with nausea. You flew from the bed, pushing Cassian to the side as you headed straight for his bathroom. A few moments later and Cassian was beside you, holding your hair and rubbing your back.

When you had finished, he carefully leaned you back against the edge of the bathtub.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face etched with worry.

"Better now I think", you replied, "I'm so sorry Cassian I don't know what came over me, maybe I ate something funny, I was feeling a bit off all day before you found me".

"So when I asked if you were ok earlier, you lied" he said, although the corners of his mouth tipped up into a small smile.

"Potentially" was all you could get out, before another wave of pain and nausea took over your body and you crawled back towards the toilet.

"I'm just going to head down and get you a glass of water, ok? Stay here" he ordered, before turning quickly on his heels and heading out.

After you had finished, Cassian still hadn't returned, so you decided to hoist yourself up and get back into his bed, feeling a bit better on the nausea side - although still having some stomach cramps. It was when you reached the side of the bed you had been sleeping on that you looked down and saw the large pool of blood covering the bed sheets. Gazing down, you realised it was not only covering the bed, but also covering you - bright red coating the entire inside seam of your pale blue leggings, almost down to your knees. You shook violently, panic and embarrassment taking over your entire body. You quickly threw Cassian's pillows on the floor and started to tear at the bedding, wanting to get it off and change it as quickly as you could before he could realise, but you had barely got half of the bed sheet off the giant bed before Cassian re-appeared in the doorway.

You turned to face him, a tray in his hands, and crumpled onto the floor. This is exactly what you needed today - the hot General that you have a major crush on has tried to do something nice for you and you have completely put your foot in it and destroyed his bed. Great. Just fab.

"Hey hey" Cassian quickly put the tray on his desk before dropping down to your level. "What's the matter?" he asked. You couldn't even get the words out between your sobs, gesturing blindly at the bed and yourself. You hid your face in your hands, utterly mortified.

Cassian's confusion was so evident that you dared to glance up at him. "Are you ok?" was all he asked. You nodded, then shook your head, then resumed sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and let you continue until your tears turned to small sniffs.

"I guessed when I opened the door" he said quietly, his hands stroking through your hair. "Your mad dash to the toilet was all the confirmation I needed - you almost sent me flying off the bed and, whilst I train you well, you're not normally that strong" he teased.

"I'm so sorry" was all you could get out, head still buried in his chest.

"Nonsense, what is there to be sorry about?" he asked.

"I ruined your bed".

Cassian laughed and helped you both stand up. "I quite literally cause people to bleed for a living. A bit on my bed is hardly cause for concern". He guided you over to the tray he had brought upstairs.

"So, I have got you some peppermint tea to help with the nausea, Rhys gave me a tonic he gives to Feyre to help with the pain - but he said Feyre always complains about how bad it tastes, so there's a lemon drop sweet for after just in case - and I stole a slice of Elain's chocolate cake that was in the fridge because I thought you might like that - oh and some cheese. I'm not sure why, but I thought you might want some, I always think cheese helps make any situation better, but maybe not if you've been sick..."

He was so excited as he showed you all the goodies he had found for you that your embarrassment fell away completely, even though you realised he must have announced your situation to the entire house downstairs. Before you could make any comment, he grasped your shoulders and walked you back to the bathroom, where the House had run you a lavender scented bath.

"Hop in the bath, freshen up, and you can enjoy the cake" he said, with a beam. He handed you a fresh set of pyjamas he had taken from your room and closed the door behind himself to give you some privacy.

After your soak, you changed and headed back into his bedroom. The sheets were fresh, with no sign of your incident, and Cassian was lounging on his side with a book in hand. You noticed that the book you had been reading, a smutty romance recommended by the House, was resting on the other pillow. Cassian must have grabbed it from your room when he got the pyjamas. He smiled at you when you came back and offered you a hand to climb onto the bed next to him.

"You are staying in here tonight, ok?" he said, "I don't want you to be alone and refuse help if you need it, especially since you were so stubborn earlier".

You laughed, quite happy to stay in Cassian's bed. He pulled the tray over to you both and offered you the peppermint tea and a fork for the chocolate cake.

"OH WAIT, take the tonic first!" he said, handing it to you. Feyre was right, it was disgusting. But, it did help the dull ache in your stomach, enough so that you were able to happily enjoy your slice of stolen chocolate cake. You made a mental note to apologise to Elain tomorrow.

After you were quite full and content, and had settled down to read for a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy again. Cassian noticed, and pulled you into him. You revelled in the comfort, enjoying every moment of it - you didn't think you'd ever get another chance to be this close to him and you certainly weren't going to pass it up.

"Sleep", he said "it'll help". He started to read aloud from his book, helping you to ease into a deep, deep sleep. One of the best sleeps of your life.

"Thank you, Cassian, for everything" you mumbled, eyes closed.

"You are welcome, y/n" he replied, pulling you closer to his body.

You were silent then, your body and eyes heavy, your brain slowly quieting and shutting down for the night. You felt Cassian lean down, assuming you had fallen asleep, and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. As sleep called to you, you heard him very quietly whisper into the dark, "I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n".

[orimuraa]

ʚɞ So let's go see the stars - Nishimura Riki

(synopsis) ｡𖦹°‧late nights are full of starlight when you're with your wonderful boyfriend ᡣ𐭩 non-idol!Ni-ki x fem!reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖ fluff .𖥔 ݁ ˖ oneshot .𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc 620

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you and riki had been dating for just over a year now, but you knew right away, that he was the one. riki was the one who was always there for you, who comforted you in the toughest of times, who could never even think of hurting you without it hurting him. in your eyes, he was perfect.

"psst! y/n!" you woke up to the sound of taps to your window and a little voice calling your name. slowly turning to your left and looking out the window, you could see nishimura riki, standing in the freezing cold night, with tiny pebbles in his hand, trying to get you to sneak out again with him. you opened your window to ask what the hell he was doing here at 12:09 am. "riki! what are you doing here??" you whisper-yelled, trying not to wake your parents who were just down the hall. "i came to get you, dummy." he teased, wearing his signature smirk. you rolled your eyes and motioned for him to meet you at the front of your house. you acted like you were annoyed with him, but you and him both knew very well that you were just acting. in fact, your heart was beating way too fast for it to be normal. even after a year, this boy still managed to make your heart go crazy just by doing the simplest of things. you tip-toed down the stairs, and made your way over to the front door, opening it just a teeny bit to make sure the freezing air didn't get in but also just enough to let your boyfriend in. in the blink of an eye, you were wrapped up in his arms, and his head burying itself into your neck. "missed you," he mumbled into your neck. "jay hyung wouldn't let me see you until i finished my homework." he pouted, pulling away to look at your face. your eyes met his, and you felt your heart leap. "well, did you at least finish it?" you said, giggling at his little pout. "not at all," he smirks, taking your hand into his. "stupid homework won't keep me away from you." "riki!" you jokingly-swatted him. he let's out a tiny yelp but you're quick to shush him. "we have to be quiet or else my parents will wake up." you frown. "so let's go see the stars right now," he smiled, grabbing your jacket that was hanging on the hook and leading you out the door.

the walk to the park was full of comfortable silence and the reassuring feeling of riki's hand in yours. as you two arrived at the park, he pulled you over to the grassy hill and lied down. you quickly adjusted yourself to lay next to him, snuggling into his side for some more warmth. "i'm glad i met you y/n," riki says, turning to face you. "i'm glad i met you too ki," you said, not being able to control the smile spreading onto your face. the stars shined above you as he slowly leaned closer to you. tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, he delicately placed his hand on your right cheek, almost as if you were made of porcelain. just when he was mere centimeters away, he whispered to you: "i love you. you're my sun, moon, and stars, princess." and with that, he closed the gap, connecting you lips together. it was a kiss filled with forevers, promises, sweetness, but most importantly, pure love. and that's when you knew, both of you under the stars, that you wanted nothing more to be with nishimura riki for the rest of your life.

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eep! my debut as a writer here on blr!! i'm super excited for what's to come and i hope you enjoyed this! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ likes and reblogs would be so appreciated ♡ i also want to give a huge thanks to @flwrstqr for all the help and advice she has given me to start up my blog!

[gabessquishytum]

Older couple dream and calliope are shopping for a sugar baby because it keeps life interesting and they both love domming and spoiling the crap out of someone—together ❤️

They go on websites but no one is a perfect fit. Until over the holidays, Orpheus brings home a friend who has no family to spend the season with.

Hob is their son’s age (20s). He is their son’s friend. He comes in with college debt and three jobs and a big smile, offering to help with chores and cooking while he’s staying there. He’s also a baby pansexual who gets tipsy at dinner and starts talking about how he is looking for new experiences, enough that Dream is rock hard in his pants at the dinner table. Instantly Calliope and Dream lock eyes and know. Hob is meant to be theirs to spoil, cherish, punish and pamper.

So not only do they need to woo Hob into their bed (they have so many plans already) but they also have to somehow break the news to Orpheus…

Omg baby pan Hob getting seduced by his best friend's parents is,,, very hot, ok. Poor Orpheus. Sorry, kiddo.

Listen, Hob was just made to be pampered. He's a pretty little twink with big brown eyes and that teeny tiny waist, and Dream and Call both want to eat him alive. The very night he arrives, they agree that he's the one. And the very next morning, they start seducing him.

Dream makes a full spread of breakfast and insists that Hob not even lift a finger except to enjoy his food. The whole time he gets Hob talking about college, about how he wishes he had more time to study, and how he desperately wants to make everyone proud. Dream has to bite his tongue - he's so close to throwing Hob over the table and fucking him senseless. But not yet.

Because Calliope asks Hob to drive her into town, which he eagerly agrees to do. Anything to help his kind hostess! She ends up bringing Hob to a highend spa, and insisting that he join her. It's no trouble, he can use the family membership. And oh, it's wonderful to see the sweet boy relax as he's massaged, manicured and oiled up.

Hob returns home with Calliope is a daze of warmth and delight. When Dream sits beside him on the sofa and Calliope joins them to sandwich him in, poor Hob is so cute and flustered. But as soon as Dream grasps the back of his neck, Hob melts and sinks into Calliope's arms. He's so sweet and needy, it's incredibly easy to give him what he wants. And he follows orders so nicely, always so eager to please. He's just the perfect little puppy.

Thankfully Orpheus is out with some local friends, so he doesn't see or hear any of Hob’s afternoon of pleasure in his parents' bed! But the new tryad won't stay a secret for long. Hob is already addicted to having Dream and Calliope's attention on him, and there's no way he'll be able to hide how horny he is...

It is a little unfortunate that Hob stumbles into the kitchen wearing Dream’s shirt and a pair of Calliope's panties - and comes face to face with his Orpheus. But hey. When your parents are THAT hot, you just have to learn to accept these things!

[gracev0609]

Cutest Pumpkin in the Patch

An Iced Chai Blurb

WC: 900+

Warnings: While this piece is entirely fluff, the Iced Chai Universe is 18+ Only!

The Iced Chai gang takes Hazel to the pumpkin patch and creates new wholesome memories.

The breeze was cold and crisp as they exited their vehicles in the late October air. The sky was a bright blue with wispy clouds streaking across the horizon, colorful pops of red, yellow and orange decorated each turning tree. The boys were bundled in heavy sweaters as they prepared for a day of autumn fun at the pumpkin patch. Lovie pulled Hazel from her car seat,dressed in her thick fleecey orange pajamas with little embroidered pumpkins topped off with a little pumpkin beanie.

Sam cackled as he and Jake rounded the back corner of their car, meeting up with their group,” Are you fucking kidding me, she's the cutest little pumpkin I've ever seen!”

Lovie giggled, positioning her on her denim clad hip,” Isn't she? Cutest one in the patch I'd bet!”

Jake giggles, his eyes taking in his nieces outfit,” Where did you find a teeny pumpkin hat?”

She blushes,” Oh! I made it. A little hot glue and green felt.”

Josh reaches over, adjusting the beanie down on his babies head,” Nothing was fitting mommas vision, she just had to make it for you.”

Kissing Hazel's rosy cheek before kissing Lovies,” Come on, hot cider is calling my name!”

Once inside the gates they rent a little red wagon, piling the blankets and pillows they brought in one half before nestling Hazel in. Danny can't help but smile down at his little girl all snug in her pumpkin outfit as he tucks her into the blankets. Josh and Sam eventually come back over, little togo cups of hot cider in their hands. Josh hands Danny his and reaches out to give Lovie hers,” and a non alcoholic one for our pretty momma.”

She smiles, the warmth of the togo cups already heating up her chilled hands,” Mm you remembered.”

Josh scoffs playfully,” Of course I remembered, who do you think I am?”

As they turn to start walking towards the towering pumpkin display Sam playfully taps her arm with the back of his hand,” He's obsessed with you, remember?”

Her heart swells as she looks around, Josh's brothers enjoying the family time just as much as her boys. Josh's eyes wide taking in every speck of autumn color, while Danny happily pulls the rented wagon with their baby sitting inside. Meandering over to the pumpkin patch display, they can't help but take some photos. A large stack of hay bales towering high to the sky littered with pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Sam eagerly hoists Hazel out of her pillow nest,” Take a picture of us, we obviously match!” He laughs holding her to his body tightly with one arm, gesturing to his outfit with the other. A burnt orange beanie sat on his head as well as a matching burnt orange sweater.

“We're pumpkins!” He exclaims before kissing her pink cheek.

After Lovie snaps a few different poses of Sam and Hazelnut he passes her to his brother,” Okay, Uncle Jake's turn!”

She can't help but smile when she sees his face light up the second she's placed in his arms. After a few different poses Jake giggles,” So if you two were pumpkins does that mean we are a jack o lantern, since I'm wearing all black?”

Danny chuffs, “ Why are you wearing all black to a pumpkin patch?”

“Just wanted the baby's outfit to stand out.”

His comment makes everyone giggle. Once she starts wiggling in his grasp he hands her to Josh,” I think it's family picture time before she loses all of her patience!”

A few different variations of poses and he snapped some sweet ones, his favorite one being when Hazel squealed loudly and all three of her parents looked at her with loving but amused gazes.

After pictures they wandered through the pumpkin patch, picking a few small ones to bring home. As they were meandering through the packed dirt pathways Josh gasped, bending down he picked up the littlest teeny tiny orange pumpkin he had ever seen. Quickly he turned around with it in his palm to show Lovie and Danny,” Look! It's Hazel if she were a pumpkin.”

Lovie let out a laugh/ sob, “ Well, we have to get it! It's perfect!” Gently plucking it from her husband's palm and nestling it in the best of blankets surrounding their baby. Eventually Jake and Sam came back to the wagon with a few more of their picked pumpkins and loaded them into the wagon, much to Danny's dismay. Sam bends down his hand outstretched about to pick up the littlest gourd.

Danny yelps,” Don't! That one is Hazel's.”

Sam juts out his bottom lip before tugging her pumpkin beanie back down on her little head,” Sorry Hazelnut, I won't touch your pumpkin.”

After what felt like a much longer walk back from the patch they stood in line at the stand to purchase their pumpkins. Josh couldn't help the smile on his face as he watched his baby laugh and smile at her mom as she made silly faces to entertain her. Pulling his phone out to take the thousandth picture of the day, he snapped one of Hazel with the biggest smile on her face, her two gapped front teeth on display, nestled in with all of their pumpkins. Softly he nudges his wife as Danny and Sam load the pumpkins onto the checkout counter,” Cutest pumpkin in the patch huh?”

Looking at his phone seeing the snapshot he captured, her heart melting,” Most definitely.”

Taglist 🧡 @lipstickitty @allieisacrybaby @sanguinebats @joshsindigostreak @vanfleeter @joshym @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @musicislove3389 @myownparadise96

(I'm doing this off the top of my head, if I forgot anyone I'm so sorry!)

[babybubastis]

Playing With Fire 🔥

Chapter 21: Make me Suffer

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Pairings: Shuri x Bucky Barnes, Shuri x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Shuri x Steve Rogers

Word Count: ~8.6k

Warnings: 18+!!, NSFW, explicit language, smut

Additional Tags: polyamory, Shuri teasing the hell out of her boys, maybe a teeny tiny sneak peek of Dom!Steve(?) 😏, Bucky and Steve simping for Shuri hard; EVERYONE IN THIS FIC IS A CONSENTING ADULT- Shuri is 26, Bucky is 37, Steve is around 39 or so (his and Bucky’s aging are a little less linear because of being frozen/unfrozen and Bucky being blipped)

Chapter Summary: The party is in full swing, but Shuri is just getting warmed up 😉

A/N: It’s been a while, I know 🤦🏽‍♀️😔 So much has been going on, I truly apologize. But enough with the excuses; thank you all SO MUCH for reading, for commenting, for sharing/reblogging, and for giving encouragement and being so supportive. It means the world to me, I can’t even tell you. From the bottom of my heart, I love and appreciate each and every one of you so much 💜 I still have quite a few chapters planned for this one, so stay tuned 😉 (I’m also fully in the throes of Shuri x Namor madness and am having way too much fun plotting something for them as well 😬). If you enjoyed this, please like, reblog, share, kudos, comment, the whole shebang. Hugs to you all! 💜💜💜

“You’re making this incredibly difficult,” Shuri mutters, poking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

Steve cocks his head, two little lines forming between his brows. “Making what difficult?”

“Torturing you,” Shuri quips. She reaches out, grabs his hips to yank him against her.

Steve grunts. He shifts his weight, trying to get some relief from the sudden pressure of her warmth against his groin, but Shuri pulls him tighter.

He glances down, then back up, lets out a chuckle that sounds equal parts amused, aroused, and pained. “Oh, I think you’re doin’ just fine with that.”

“Hmm. We’ll see...”

[chelleztjs18]

Tricky Questions Or Treat (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader ; Billy and Tommy Maximoff (Modern AU)

Summary: You are going to see Wanda's boys for the first time and things get a little tricky with some treats.

A/N: Yay! The second fic from the Halloween event! I hope you enjoy this fluff with Wanda and the boys! Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Thank you @imdoingsortagay for helping me with the legos information.

Warning: None. Just fluff, fluff and fluff. Well, a teeny tiny angst if you squint.

Requested: Yes.

Halloween Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Costume, checked. Mask, checked. A bouquet of roses, checked. Two sets of legos as gifts, checked. You fix your hair quickly, take a deep breath to reduce your nervousness. Slowly exhale through your mouth before you give a short pep talk to yourself under your breath “Everything’s gonna be okay. The boys will like you, y/n.”

You are standing in front of Wanda’s door, feeling edgy. You and Wanda have been seeing each other for almost half a year and get quite close. Wanda already told you that she wants to take everything slow in the first place since her messy divorce from her now ex-husband. The feelings you get whenever she is around, her laughter, her care and her gentleness makes you fall for her harder and faster than you thought. So you tried your luck and asked her to take things a step further together. The answer Wanda gave you was that she wants you to meet her twin sons first and she will decide from there.

You can’t blame her for that. You understand that she wants to make sure if they will like you or if you are good enough for them. You agreed and Wanda thinks that taking the boys to trick or treat-ing will be the best way to avoid any awkwardness to either of you or them.

You think that it’s a really sweet plan and when Wanda shows a matching costume idea for all four of you, you jump on board without even thinking twice. The Incredibles has been one of your favorite animation movies. So when Wanda tells you that all four of you will be the famous red and black superheroes family and you will be the female version of Mr. Incredible, you were so thrilled.

You rang the doorbell, a few seconds later the front door slowly opened and your stomach knotted but seeing Wanda’s smile greets you really brings warmth in your heart and it drags the worry out of you.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your heart stops for a second when you see Wanda in that spandex costume and dark hair wig as the elastic Mrs. Incredible, smiling at you excitedly that you finally arrived. Her heavenly perfect figure catches your breath, then she kisses your cheek.“H-Hi, Wanda. You–uh–you look great.” You stuttered as you handed her the roses you brought.

“Roses! My favorites! Aw thank you, y/n. You make a cute ‘Mr. Incredible’ “ said Wanda with an adorable teasing smile. “And you are such a gorgeous superhero, Mrs. Incredible.” Your response easily gains a little laughter from her. She opens the door wider to let you in.

“Boys! Come down here. I want you to meet someone.” Wanda announces. Despite the nervous feeling, you can’t wait to meet them. Wanda talks a lot about them. She loves her sons dearly, she even told you everything including all the funny things they do. You adore Billie and Tommy so much even before you meet them.

You hear their running steps upstairs and you see both of them walk down the stairs.

"Tommy, Billy, this is Y/n.” The redhead introduces you to them. “Oh, hello, y/n. I’m Billy.” says the brown haired boy. “I’m Tommy.” Billy’s older twin brother adds.

“Hello boys. Nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you two from your mom. I brought—'' You greeted them and before you get the chance to give them the gift, Billy lets out his thinking words. “So you are the person who wears the extra costume mommy got.”

You laugh a little while you answer him and you ask him as well. “Yes, I am and you are Dash or Jack Jack?”

“Yeah, he is Jack Jack and I’m Dash. I got to pick Dash because I’m older.” Tommy answers for his brother and teases him at the same time. “You are only a few minutes older than me. It’s not fair.” Billy complaints and pouts.

“No, Billy, Mommy let Tommy get to pick because you boys agreed that whoever one of you wins the rock, paper, scissors thing can get to be Dash.” Wanda reminds Billy.

“Okay, Mom.” Billy agrees in defeat. You watch the cute conversations in front of you with such adoration. “But mom, Tommy says that you want me to pull my hair up like Jack Jack. Is it okay if I don’t do it? I don’t like it and it looks bad.” 

“Of course, Billy. You don’t have to because I didn’t say that at all. Tommy, stop messing with your brother please.”

You smile looking at the three of them. “I’m sorry, y/n. This whole Dash and Jack Jack costume thing has been going on for the whole week since I told them about it.” Her soft voice apologizes to you as she gets the boys’ trick or treating bucket and then gives them to her sons.

“Oh no, it’s okay, Wands.” Then you crouch to Billy’s eye level. “So Billy, if I were you, I would pick to be Jack Jack. Do you want to know why?” You lure his attention as you try to make him feel better. He looks at you and asks why.

“Because he has so much more cool power than Dash. He can teleport, manipulate objects and matters with his mind, he can levitate too. I know he is just a baby, with weird hair but imagine how much stronger his powers could be when he is Dash’s age?” You pat his shoulders and his pouts quickly replaced by a smile. “Oh yeah! I forgot about that, you are right, y/n! Thank you!” He exclaimed.

“You are welcomed, buddy. Also, I have something for you and Tommy.” You tell him with excitement and Wanda gets surprised about it. So she called Tommy to come. She loves seeing how easy you break the ice with her sons.

“Okay, I heard from your mom that you both love Star Wars and Legos. Soooo, I got both of you these.” your hands hold both sets of legos.

“Oh my god! It’s the Mandalorian! And Obi Wan Kenobi vs Darth Vader Legos! These are awesome!” Both of them cheered.

“Ah ah ah. Before y/n gives them to both of you, I don’t want any argument who got which legos. Billy, you got to pick this time.” Wanda decides. This time the twins switch expressions.

"Mom, why did Billy get to pick?" Tommy complains.

"Because you got to pick the costume, Tommy. You both have to learn about taking turns." Wanda answers gently yet a little sternly and leaves no room for her boys to talk back.

"Okay, mom." They answer her in unison.

"Okay, don't forget to thank Y/n for the gift and put them on the table because we gotta go now."

"Thank you, Y/n" they both say it in gratitude. "You are welcomed boys."

_____

"Okay, boys, we will start from this house and we'll walk all the way to that blue house in the corner and we'll walk back up here on the other side." Wanda tells the boys.

"So, just walk the neighborhood in a circle, mom?" Billy asks. “Yes, mommy’s little smart boys. Now let’s go.” As Wanda finishes her sentences, all four of you start trick or treat-ing.

The first few houses, the boys are focusing on trick or treating. You and Wanda talk with each other about random things and stuff at work. As much as you want to engage more with the twins, you don’t want to force further ice breaking.

As all of you walk away from the fourth house, you and Wanda joke around about your hair then she gently fixes it. Both of the boys notice how much Wanda laughs with you and how she is with you.

It doesn’t take long until Billy pitches an unexpected question that leads to more questions. “Y/n, are you and mom dating?” He asks and brings his gaze to you.

Not gonna lie, your heart drops a little to your stomach from the question you heard. You look at Wanda and she is as surprised as you are. She gasps. “Billy, what’s with the question?” Her eyes rounded and blush showing on her skin.

You clear your throat. “It’s okay, Wands. Uh-your mom and I are a few steps more than just friends and both of us are on the same page to be closer.” You answered with a smile, thinking your answer got you away from their curious question but you are wrong. This was just the beginning.

“Oh, so you are not dating mom yet but you will?” Tommy chimes in to reassure what your answer meant as his eyebrows furrow. “Uh-that’s actually depends on time and things between us." Once again, you answer it very well. This time you are saved by literally the bell of the neighbor’s house that Wanda pressed.

All Wanda can do is laugh at what just happened. After they are done from the fifth house, they remember to continue with their questions.

“Do you love our mom?” Tommy’s question definitely makes your face reddened. “Oh my God, Tommy. That was a personal question, sweetheart. You shouldn’t be asking y/n that.” Wanda’s face flushed and she tried hard holding her smile.

“But mom, we need to know. Don’t you want to know about it?” Billy whines a little.

Wanda fake coughs a little to cover her other surprise reaction caused by her son’s question despite she already knows how you feel about her. “Oookaay, both of you, march. Let’s go to the next house. You snorted a little laugh as you looked at her with a knowing look. “Do you want to know about it, Wands?” You tease.

“No, because I already know your answer.” The red haired taller woman answers you followed by a playful eye roll.

When Billy and Tommy are walking away from the neighbor’s door as they check out their candies, you decide to answer their previous question. Just to be fair.

“Billy, Tommy, to answer your question, Yes, I love your mom and I care about her so much.” You glance at Wanda with a little smile while you let them know your answer.

Tommy and Billy falter their steps and turn around to you and Wanda. "Oh? You love her so much that you won't make mommy sad like our dad did?" Tommy questions you one deep question.

You see Tommy's and Billy's innocent yet concerned face. Then you avert your eyes to Wanda only to find her mixture of surprise and sad expression, your heart wrenches.

"Aaw my babies.." was the only thing Wanda could say as her smile quickly dropped to a sad frown. She pulls them for a hug.

Once again, you crouch down to their eye level. “Uh- boys.” They let go of their hug of Wanda and turned to you.

“Yes, I love your mom so much and I won’t ever make her sad. I’m here to love her, to make her happy and if you both let me, I will love you as much as I love her.” Your gaze jumping around between them two.

“Promise?” Billy tries to get more reassurement from you.

“I promise.” You offer your hand for a playful handshake with them but both of them hug you and it instantly spreads warm in your heart. Wanda’s hope on you rose and joy welled up in her heart. She joins in the hugs with you and her sons.

Right after the hug was broken and all of you continue trick or treating, Tommy declares one more thing. “I’m sorry y/n. Billy and I were just trying to protect our mom.”

“Aww. It’s okay, bud. It’s good that both of you were being protective over your mom.”

“Yeah and it’s not just us. Uncle Pietro and Auntie Natty are protective over mommy too.” Billy nonchalantly adds. “And they can fight.” Tommy giggles as he remembers how Pietro and Nat said it.

You look at Wanda perplexedly. You see the twins' mom batted her lashes in surprise. “Did they teach you and tell you to say that to Y/n?”

“Yeah.” They reply to her mom at the same time.

“Pietro? Natty?” Your puzzled expression looked crystal clear as you ask. A line formed between your eyebrows as they puckered.

Wanda sighs, her eyes roll playfully. “Pietro, my twin brother and Natty or Natasha, my best friends.” She pressed her lips trying to suppress a laugh.

“Oh yeah, right right. Okay. Well then, boys, you can maybe help me arrange a meeting with them so I can prove to them just like I did to you,  that I won’t make your mom sad.  Is that a deal?”

“Deal!” Once again, the twins speak in unison as if they have the same brain.

Wanda is enjoying the view of Billy and Tommy holds each of your hands as the three of you talking and laughing together. Even though Billy and Tommy acted unexpectedly at you, She feels relieved that the boys love you because that definitely helps her to answer your question. To tell you that she loves you and she is ready to be in a relationship with you.

Her spirit soared and she felt drunk with happiness looking at the three most important people in her life.

A/N: Welp, that's it for today peeps! Let me know what you think. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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[golddaggers]

wherever you stray (i follow)

pairing: ubbe x you; dad!ubbe x daughter!oc

warnings: pretty much nsfw, fingering, sex, bit of nursing kink, ubbe being the sweetest dad ever

a/n: this was fun to write, came a bit out of nowhere to be honest. hope y'all like it!! leth x

word count: 2,7k+

Rain spatters against the fogged-up windows. A soft tap tap tap that is more delicate than harsh, but it wakes you up regardless. You palm the left side of your bed. It is a blind search for the welcoming warmth of his body, though all you can find is a vacant slot. Long cold. 

From the living room, you hear the dying creep of the fireplace. The crib, a wooden piece of furniture he had built months before you gave birth, was just as empty. You force yourself to sit upright, to look for him and the teeny babe around the room. Both are nowhere to be seen.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be gone in the middle of the night. Ubbe would tend to her if you were too deep into your sleep, which often happened. He wasn’t one to mind the late rousing. A nocturnal creature, that man. 

You wrap yourself with one of the furs, still yawning, and get out of bed. It doesn’t take long for you to find them. He's sitting back on a chair. Tove sucked her little thumb, her fierce blue eyes glued to her dada. A small part of you envied the way your daughter seemed to worship her father, even having been recently born. She would squirm, whine, and beg for the comfort of his arms. 

The midwife's announcement that you had birthed a gorgeous little girl had stuck you with concern. Part of you wondered if you would think less of her. If he would disregard this baby, a baby you spent weeks creating in the comfort of your womb, because he wanted a son. A boy to follow his steps. 

Ubbe surprised you, eyes gleaming with tears. He not only acknowledged her but adored his firstborn. 

Tove hiccups and he bounces her, humming some old tale in a rasp of a voice. Your chest swells with contentment. You're so lost in emotion you don’t realise he’s noticed your presence. A gentle smile grows on his face as he beckons you to come to him, the girl happily settled on one arm. 

“She was fussing,” Ubbe explains, once you, too, are comfortable on his lap. “Didn’t want to wake you up, sweetness.”

“You didn’t.” You stroke her ruddy, chubby cheek, your head falling to the side to lean against your husband’s. “Are you hungry, elsk? Do you want momma’s boob?” 

“Since you’re offering,” He quips, his arms wrapping around you as you take the babe into your arms, her soft warm face nuzzling to the plush of your breasts. “Why did you wake up, hmm? It’s too early.”

“Can’t sleep too long if you’re not in bed with me.” You shrug as you push the linen sleeve down to free your breast. The hungry lips of your daughter are quick to begin sucking, her tiny hand on your chest. “She needed to eat anyway.” 

“Are you comfortable? We could go back to bed, and you could lie down on the bed while she eats.” 

“Hmm, too far now… Maybe you could lean back and spread your legs, and I’ll get between them.”

“Last time I said that, well, we made this little thing,” Ubbe chuckles, kissing the skin of your neck. “Miss you, lovely, so much…”

You stifle a groan as you slide down from his thigh to sit between his legs, your back flush with his chest. Tove whines, but goes back to her supper, her eyes flickering between opened and closed. She would be sleeping soon, you could tell. Midnight feeds were growing rarer as she began to sleep through the night.

Ubbe begins to rub your arms, his nose trailing up from the juncture of your neck up to the shell of your ear. A little noise seeps, and you close your eyes to enjoy. His beard pinches your skin while his lips bite and suck. 

“Stop…” You whisper. “Not fair to me.”

“How is it fair to me that I have to control myself when you have your tits out?”

“I’m feeding your daughter.” 

“She’s already asleep,” He points out, her little mouth still sucking out of habit rather than hunger. “Why don’t we take her back to her crib, and I can work to put her momma back to sleep, too?” 

You roll your eyes as you pull Tove to rest her cheek on your chest, patting her back to help her burp. She stirs to spit, then goes back to a peaceful sleep. Ubbe scoops her away from your arms, standing back on his feet much more gracefully than you could ever do. She doesn’t even flinch, her round cheek smashed against his shoulder, little fingers giving the linen shirt mindless squeezes. 

He leaves you alone in the living room. It’s warm and cosy. You feel like lying back on the floorboards to enjoy the easy silence, which you do. Eyes closed with a bubbly smile. You don’t bother fixing up the neckline of your slip or hiking down the hem of the skirt. 

Your arms are splayed out. You’d have fallen asleep if Ubbe hadn’t snuck between your legs, his face pressed up against your inner thigh. 

Ubbe is a handsome man. In a way you expect someone to be. When your parents told you he'd be the one you’d marry, you were happy about the prospect. Though everyone spoke of his kindness, you still feared his lack of gentleness. Before being a man, he was Viking. A battlefield weapon made to maim and kill. You'd watched him split open someone's back with a satisfied smile. 

With you, there was never such a thing as him being rough. Even in the darkest times, the fights, the mistakes, he would never mistreat you. He would never speak an ill word meant to break your heart. Perhaps it was why you grew to love him so. To need him like flowers need the spring, or the seas need boats. 

“Too tired, sweetness?”

You huff out a sigh. 

“Let’s go to bed, you need to sleep.”

On your elbows, you eye him, a hint of amusement in your features. “I thought you’d put me to sleep.”

Ubbe laughs then, kissing the nearest patch of skin as a forewarning to the sinking of his teeth. You shiver, your toes curling while anticipation trickled like alcohol drops in the fire gathering in your lower belly. 

“How do you want me, wife? Want my lips? My fingers? My cock?”

“Mmhm,” It’s a purr-like noise. Your hands reach for his hair. “Want it all.”

“Greedy little thing,” He muses, “We can’t, don’t have enough time. Tove will wake you up in a few hours to eat."

"But Ubbe..." You whine.

"If I could choose it, I would spend the next hours with my face buried between your legs. Only then I would take you, hard, the way you like it, on your belly, your face pressed to the floor.”

“Fuck, Ubbe…” The pulsing grows to aching, your hips bucking against him. “Want you to take me. It’s been so long… All we get to do is fingers and mouth, I want you inside me. Want you to put another baby inside of my belly.”

Ubbe growls, a drawn-out sound that makes you slick with dripping want. He pushes up your slip, tearing it out of you, a soft ripping sound when it passes over your arms and head. You’re bare in front of him, spread open with nothing left unsaid. Your husband watches you as a hunter watches their prey. 

Your eyes roll when his hand find the crest of your sex, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. 

“You’re so wet already, sweetness.” He pushes two fingers inside, reaping a sound that was a little too loud. “If you keep making those noises, you’ll wake up our daughter. You have to be quiet, darling, can’t make a peep when I make you come around my cock.”

You bite your bottom lip hard when he pulls out the fingers and stuffs them into his mouth, grunting at the taste. Gods, this man had fucking ruined you.

Ubbe pushes down his breeches and parts your legs further apart. He spits on his hand to fist himself, and the image makes your tummy flutter. It always feels like the first time, the giddy excitement, the adrenaline that makes your heart pump faster. 

He slides the fat head of his cock up and down your cunt, tantalisingly. You want to scream out. You want to beg him to take you, eyes welling up with tears. A desperate whimper is all you manage to spit out, and you're lucky Ubbe is compliant, sinking in with one snap of the hips. 

It had been a while since he last took you, so to have him again was an adjustment. He grunted, ravenous lips leaning in to suck on your neck. To be with him was addictive. A high that no alcohol could provide. A high no other man could take you to, just him. 

“Fuck’s sake,” He curses. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

One of your hands sneaks between you to where you’re connected, trembling as it finds the sore swell of your clit. You wouldn’t last long if your life depended on it, not when you felt the rush of warmth flooding down and he was yet to do anything.

It’s a deliberate, slow motion. He pulls back out, dives back in, an iron grip on your hips to pin them down. You missed this. The feral noises, the animal caged inside being let loose. Each fuck a bit harder, less tamed, intenser, stronger. It leaves a burning trail in its wake, but you relish it, whining as you grab onto him to try and ground yourself. 

His lips find one of your dripping nipples, and when his hot tongue circles around the tender skin, you can swear you’re seeing stars. You’re too sensitive, too built up. The pressure from his hips isn’t helping. Neither is the stretch when he forces one leg to go higher, almost on his shoulder. Ubbe angles just right at that sweet spot that gets you reaching for anything to squeeze.

Lost between the daze of the constant jerk of his hips and his mouth on your nipple like he’s gulping down the sweetest of meads, you break. You arch your back so much, that he loses balance, laughing as his weight temporarily crushes you. 

You shake, and bite down on his shoulder so hard you can taste the iron flavour of his blood on the tip of your tongue. You’re a mess of limbs, tangled together while the pleasure washes over you. His lips find yours, a kiss that’s anything but peaceful. Teeth and saliva and tongues. 

Ubbe goes on a while longer, beseeching. Words slip out to be muffled by your mouth, words that aren’t meant to be meaningful. His noises are harsh and rough, a beast in the flesh of a human. 

His fingers dig into the soft skin of your right leg when he comes, your name like a chant. You pull him down to silence him, taking all the ruts he’s got to give you, thighs wrapped around him, the heels of your feet forcing him deeper. 

You’re somewhat aware of the sweat, that the living room now feels like a small sauna, but you can’t find it in you to mind. 

He laughs before he bends to kiss your forehead. A brush of lips so quick you almost miss it, gentle and warm. 

The flutter of summer air in the dying of the day. 

“I’m going to need to carry you, won’t I?”

A tired sigh fills the silence. You are exhausted and in need of your bed sheet’s comfort. Your eyelids droop and you blink to try and stay awake.

“Come on, sweetness, let’s get you to bed.”

Ubbe rolls off of you, and his cum dribbles down, sticking to your inner thighs. You are hot, and sluggish when he scoops you up soon after. One arm draped around your back while the other went under your kne to take you back to the bedroom. 

The white slip is left forgotten on the ground, a small souvenier so you can remember it happened in the morning. Not that the burn between your legs wouldn’t keep it fresh in your mind. 

“Love you.” The words slip out so mellow that you hide your face on his chest.

“You love my cock,” Ubbe jokes, his lips curving into a playful smirk as he pressed them to your forehead. “And you’re sleep-drunk.”

“Don’t be silly,” You whine when he tries to move away from you after he’s settled you under the comfort of the furs. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He sneaks beneath to wrap himself around you, a strong arm curled on your waist, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. Only then do you fall back asleep. Gentle and easy.

[shig-a-shig-ah]

Hey mootie I was wondering if your requests are still open, and you were comfortable if you could do Shiggy with a Trans man s/o who has a ridiculously high sex drive. Just nothing takes the edge off. Just the s/o can go several rounds and it concerns Shiggy. I don’t have anything else to add other than I just wanna get raw dogged by my husband 😔👊🏻 feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do this. I just am thirsting hardcore for my fav villain boss again.

Moot I could never ignore this, I fucking love it too much and I am very flattered and touched you thought to ask me for this. I focused a little more on the ‘high sex drive’ and ‘raw dogged’ parts of this, but I think I got the concern in there too. I seriously had so much fun writing this one <333333333

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x transmasc!reader 

» cw: insatiable horniness, thigh riding, penetrative sex, some AFAB terminology, teeny-tiny mention of HRT. 18+, minors DNI. 

» a/n: I am not transmasc, exactly, just tried to draw on what I’ve heard from several transmasc people about being on T and being super horny all the time. So, please feel free to let me know if there’s any language I should adjust, or additional tags I should add that I didn’t think about! 

» wc: 1.3k 

The dream you were having is already slipping away when your eyes flutter open, but you make no effort to cling to it. The way you feel makes clear it was another one of those dreams, the ones you keep having that are yet another symptom of the hormones you're flooding your body with on a weekly basis. They leave your skin flushed and sweaty in the aftermath, that familiar ache pulsing at your center. Throbbing.

It's an arousal so overbearing that it borders on painful, has you curling into the pale-haired man sleeping next to you, fisting at his shirt as you slot yourself against the firm muscle of his thigh, your hips already grinding and tiny whimpers clawing their way up from your parched throat. Any self-consciousness you might feel about this—humping your swollen sex against his leg in the dead of night—is far outweighed by your desperate need for relief.

He starts to slowly stir as you increase the pace, chasing a release that will bring no more than a temporary reprieve at best, and that often offers no real reprieve at all. Somewhere beyond the heat roiling under your skin, you feel gloved fingers tracing over your back.  

"Again?" Tomura murmurs, his raspy voice thick with sleep and tinged with concern. You can only nod and mewl pathetically in response, not slowing even the slightest when he shifts, your chest pressing flat against his as he tugs you atop him. It's followed by his lips pressing soothingly against the crown of your head.

You use that change in position to your advantage, working yourself harder against him, burying your face in his torso to muffle your whines as you ride his thigh all the way to your peak, your own legs trembling as your core clenches around nothing.

Tomura doesn't wait for you to come down—knows you won't, not when you get like this. He's already using one hand to peel away your slick-soaked boxer briefs and shoving his own pants below the jut of his hips, just enough to guide you on to his waiting erection.

You're fluttering at the invasion the moment he's inside, rocking yourself back against his movements, and fuck, Tomura has mixed feelings about what the testosterone has done to you—can't help the pangs of concern and sympathy that plague him as you suffer through a seemingly unending haze of arousal—but he also loves this. Loves how desperate and needy it makes you for him, and how responsive you are to the simplest of touches.

You whimper when he slides a hand beneath your shirt to pinch lightly at one sensitive nipple, watching your face screw up into that expression he finds so becoming—your brows knitted and your lips twisted with frustration, choked sobs spilling out every time your stiff, puffy nub catches on his pelvis. It's as though you can barely handle the sensations, as though it's too much to take, but he knows it's what you need.

"Shh," he whispers, even as he thrusts up into you a little harder, angling his hips to stroke against that sweet spot inside in just the right way, obviously working to send you over the edge again. "You're okay, I've got you."

"Tomu—" your hands tangle into the white fluff his hair, your voice a pitiable pule "—Tomu, please. Need it so bad."

"I know, sweet boy. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." The softness in his voice has your heart squeezing, warmth spreading through your chest, because you know it's true. He's been so patient, even though you've been so shamefully demanding.

Even now he wastes no time making good on that promise, dipping his hand to roll your clit between deft fingers, that added pressure enough to send you hurtling over the edge again. You keen as he strokes you through it, rutting into you faster until his own hips are stuttering and he joins you in that ecstasy.

His cracked lips catch your own when he cums, his tongue licking into your mouth for a kiss that's long and deep, the two of you not separating until he's slumping beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded. He lifts a calloused thumb to trace over your quivering lower lip.

"Does my handsome boy need more?" he asks, and it's only then you realize you're still fidgeting atop him, that briefly sated ache already returning.

Your face heats up as you nod, embarrassed, but Tomura only grins lasciviously and rolls you off him, arranging you on all fours, grinding his already-swelling length against the curve of your ass and then gliding it over your soaked slit as you whine.

Some days Tomura likes to tease, likes to make you beg for it, but not when you're like this. No, he means it when he swears he'll take care of you, would never even dream of prolonging your misery, no matter how much he might enjoy seeing you writhing and libidinous.

If he's being honest, he enjoys this urgency, too, relishes sinking his length into your soaked, greedy cunt, and the way you yelp in response, bucking feebly to meet his thrusts before you're quickly overwhelmed, collapsing under his efforts. His hands gripping your hips are the only thing keeping you in any way upright as your face presses into the bed, the mattress dampening your cries as you drool against the sheets, lost in the sensation of him stretching you wide.

The head of his cock strokes just right against that sensitive place inside as he pumps himself in and out, enough to have that knot in your belly tightening yet again, and when his thumb moves to brush at your clit it only spurs you even closer to your next release. He keeps his touch gentle, that sensitive nub already tender and overstimulated from the constant attention it demands.

Tomura can feel your slick walls pulsing around his cock as he works you over, that physiological reaction quickly joined by your high-keyed cries. He runs one hand along your back again, trying to comfort you even as he encourages you come apart for him.

"That's my—a-ah—good boy. Cum for me as many—fuck—" he swears as your walls clench again, harder this time "—as many times as you need."

That permission is all it takes and then you're crumbling, quaking as another orgasm tears through you, white spots swimming behind your eyes as you tremble and squirm. He fucks you straight through your release again, so rough and unrelenting that you can't quite tell where that climax ends and the next one begins, can't do anything more than clutch at the sheets and sob with gratitude, practically writhing with overstimulation until he's burying himself to the hilt and filling your insides with yet another rush of his hot seed.  

You can feel those combined juices dribbling down your thighs when he finally withdraws, collapsing next to you and tugging you once again to his chest, softly petting your hair as he places a kiss to your sweaty forehead, and you cling to him gratefully.

Tomura doesn't speak, only enjoys this brief respite knowing that you'll soon be restless again. That's okay; he'll fuck you again if he's had enough time to recover, and if he hasn't he'll bury his face into your sloppy heat and enjoy the strange thrill of tasting your juices mixing together.

No matter what, he'll always make sure you're taken care of.

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(first official post!!! pls enjoy and support!!! sorry in advance for any typos! T^T)

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synopsis:

(bts taehyung-seokjin centric)

taehyung has never had the best eating habits, indulging in junk food to his heart's content. what happens when it finally catches up with him, and his roommate/crush happens to notice?

tw: weight gain, mild feederism, eructo, mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of insecurity, language, slight nsfw (barely)

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it was no secret to anyone around him that taehyung, as sweet as he was, gave absolutely no fucks about his eating habits. that was one thing he would tell you straight off the bat, and he was completely shameless about them too. if it was yummy, it was yummy. and if it was yummy, he was going to eat it. life was short, and wasn't the point of life to enjoy yourself and be happy?

that's what taehyung believed, anyway.

taehyung wasn't shy by nature; a social butterfly, if you will. he loved making new friends, chatting, and bringing people out of their shell. he was naturally charismatic and funny, and with the added-luxury of movie star looks, a deep and sultry voice, and a great physique, he always had a group of buddies around him. that's just how he was. he loved making people smile and laugh, enjoying the warmth and love that radiated off of those close to him. so, as it seemed, taehyung's life was a blissful stream of joy. he didn't have a care in the world, especially about his food.

that was until he graduated highschool and went off to college. you see, taehyung was quite athletic in highschool. participating in track and field and being in dance with his best friend, jimin, gave him plenty of, if not excessive exercise to burn off all those calories he consumed throughout the day. perhaps he was able to get away with his atrocious eating habits back then. however, there was a teeny problem. now, taehyung wasn't pursuing athletics or dance in college-- he was majoring in fine arts. that meant he wasn't getting the amount of exercise his body was used to. turns out, he didn't have as fast of a metabolism like he'd falsely believed, he just did a lot of cardio. so, factoring together the absence of any exercise (minus walks to classes and to the fridge), no changes in his diet, and the constant late-night junk food binges, things quickly started to add up.

literally.

it started with his cheeks. taehyung had been thin, bordering underweight, most of his life, so of course the little bit of newfound plumpness to his face would be noticable. yet, despite his soulmate's comments over 2 am facetimes saying "jesus, taetae, you look so young! drop the skin care routine, bestie," taehyung didn't see the changes. his cheeks poofed out and softened like freshly baked bread, and they always seemed to be puffy, like he'd just woken up. well, he had been taking a lot of naps lately, maybe that's why? he didn't really care, anyways.

the next noticable change was his hips, thighs, and ass. not only was taehyung blessed with a face sculpted by the gods, he also had a body to die for. if there's any higher power, they CLEARLY pick favourites. with a slim, trim waist and a naturally curvy figure, the weight gain only accentuated his hourglass shape. his hips widened generously, thighs thickened like heavy cream, and ass plumped out lusciously, filling up any seat he sat on to the brim and earning him more whistles and lustful stares then he was already receiving. yet, despite the constant catcalling from other students on campus, and the snugness of his pants, taehyung remained oblivious to his altered form.

the final shift in taehyung's appearance settled itself softly on his midsection. although he'd never had chiseled, drool-worthy abs like his new friend jungkook, who practically lived at the campus fitness center, his stomach had always been completely flat. now, it had softened entirely; he had a bit of a tummy. it wasn't very noticeable, at first, due to his knack for wearing baggy clothes, but it began to show over time. it was chubby and pudgy, and spilled over the waistband of his pants when he sat down. his belly was fluffy like the stuffing of a teddy bear, the surface doughy, as if you could sink your hand into it and leave behind a handprint. it was even more noticeable after he'd eaten. taehyung always bloated terribly. whether he'd had a bellyache, gas, or had just eaten something rather filling, his tummy always swelled up and pushed over his pantline and into his shirt. as well, love handles began to form, curling around his middle and warmly hugging his sides.

he was by no means overweight, but he wasn't exactly skinny anymore. he was softer, warmer around the edges. it suited him.

strangely enough, taehyung hadn't really noticed. besides a passing comment from a loved one, or a short-lived "hmm, that's new," in front of the bathroom mirror before dashing off to an already-late-to lecture, taehyung was pretty ignorant.

but how long can you ignore such a growing issue?

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leaning back and gazing up at the tile ceiling, taehyung sighed. he was currently in his friend jungkook's tiny dorm, sitting on his bed and waiting for his roommate, hoseok, to return with pizza. he really hoped he'd hurry up already. his belly was growling like it was angry with him. it was getting kinda scary.

"i really don't know, jungkook-ah, he's just... ugh." he mopplingly prompted his chubby cheeks in his hands and huffed.

"what do you mean you don't know, hyung?" jungkook asked crossing his beefy arms and shooting his friend a skeptical look. "you're like... the hottest and most outgoing guy i know. how haven't you scored a date with him yet?"

the "him" in question was taehyung's new roommate, seokjin. well, he wasn't exactly new. he'd been his roommate for over 5 months now, since his last roommate dropped out. yet, honestly, taehyung didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing that worldwide-handsome face in the same vicinity as him everyday. that would always be a shocker, no matter how many times they saw one another.

having a crush was new for taehyung. to put it bluntly, he knew he was good-looking. he definitely wasn't conceited or snobbish about his natural attractiveness, he honestly didn't care about looks. however, he was used to having a secret admirer or two, and unfortunately had to let many people down with his unrequited feelings. he never had any romantic attraction for anyone, even if he knew he was bisexual. in fact, romance really didn't play a role in his life. taehyung liked to paint, watch cartoons, eat snacks and play videogames. he chose friends and food over chasing after boys and girls. he hadn't even watched porn before, that's how uninterested in sex and relationships he was. call him immature or weird, but romance just didn't do much for him. it seemed boring. why would people waste there time on a silly boyfriend or girlfriend when they could be having fun? it just didn't make sense to him.

that was until he met his roommate. now, that was all he could think about. well, besides school and food, that is.

"that's rich coming from you, mr. i have muscles and a six-pack and tattoos and a fucking eyebrow piercing but i'm still too shy to even talk to jisoo." taehyung shot back with a smirk.

at that, jungkook flushed completely. it was true, despite being a 5 course meal plus desert, jungkook was the shyest person taehyung had ever met. he didn't have many friends besides taehyung, his roommate, hoseok, and hoseok's boyfriend. and the latter was just a friend of circumstances. the younger man also couldn't even look a girl in the eyes without blushing profusely and damn near pissing himself from nervousness. jungkook had a slight lisp and an occasional stutter as well, but taehyung found it quite endearing and sweet.

"t-that's not the point, hyung, and you know it!" jungkook replied hastily, still blushing. "why don't you just tell him how you feel? you've been pining after this dude for months!"

taehyung sighed heavily, the sigh morphing into a deep groan.

"because i literally don't know how! jin-hyung isn't going to take my confession seriously if i just say it! he's already rejected half the campus! he needs a gesture! some bold statement," taehyung explained in an exasperated manner, not caring if he was kinda rambling. "he deserves more than some half-hearted bullshit. i have to find a way to catch his attention, something to show him i'm different than the others. that i'm not just another idiot underclassmen trying to win him over! i just don't know what-!"

taehyung took a deep breath, ending his rant. he was beginning to feel upset, having a tendency to work himself up easily. he took a moment to collect himself, or at least try, and looked at the younger expectantly.

"don't look at me like that, hyung." he said after a moment, watching warily as taehyung took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "you know what you gotta do, so do it." he shrugged, still observing his friend. "leth' talk about something else, okay?" jungkook suggested, not wanting his hyung to get anymore upset.

before taehyung could protest, there was a knock at the door.

"that must be hobi-hyung." jungkook spoke, getting up to let his dormmate in. taehyung stayed seated.

as the elder entered the room, the heavenly aroma of pizza followed, wafting around the dorm and into taehyung's nose. his mouth watered. pizza was the perfect comfort food. it always made him feel sated and happy. he could never get tired of it.

"hey tae-ah, i didn't know you would be here!" hoseok beamed, as he brought the pizza boxes over and placed them on the table. "how are you?"

"stressed and hungry."

hobi laughed loudly, his sunshine-like smile lighting up the room. taehyung always liked him. he was sweet, funny, and very handsome. he had a slim build, was a hip-hop dancer, and taehyung had seen his abs before. he'd be jealous if he cared about looks.

"aren't we all?" he joked, before he turned around and looked back at the still open door. "aish, yoongi-hyung, get your ass in here already!"

a low, "i'm coming, fuck off," emitted from beyond the threshold, before hoseok's boyfriend entered the room with a goofy grin and cases of beer and soda in his arms.

looking up at him, taehyung was taken aback.

the last time he'd seen yoongi, at least long enough to get a decent look at him, he'd been skinny. not just skinny, but nearly malnourished looking. his face had been gaunt and he was tiny in comparison to a healthy body. a good wind could have knocked him over. that was months ago. the yoongi he saw now looked quite different. he was filled out, his cheeks plumped and colored as apposed to pale and lifeless like before. his midsection as well, was that a belly? small, yes, but it was there. he looked so much... different. he wondered why.

taehyung had heard about relationship weight many times, and had seen it first-hand as well. when someone gets into a safe and loving relationship, they naturally gain weight. hoseok had opened up to jungkook and taehyung a few times, admitting that yoongi had been in an abusive relationship in the past. however, he was in a healthy one with hoseok now. honestly, it warmed taehyung's heart to see the once frail and sad-looking boy happy and healthy-looking.

it made him wonder if he would ever find a relationship like that. would he put on weight as well? probably not. his metabolism was way too fast, anyways.

"i brought some beer, jungkook don't drink it all this time." yoongi grunted, setting the packs by the desk and plopping down next to his boyfriend on his bed. "oh, taehyung's here. good thing we bought too much pizza."

the others chuckled. taehyung cocked a brow and frowned slightly. what was that supposed to mean?

"i'm starving." jungkook stated to no one in particular, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and a can of beer. taehyung wouldn't be having any alcohol, though, because it always made his cholinergic urticaria act up, and he wasn't in the mood for an itchy rash. besides, he liked soda much more.

"i thought you were on a diet, kookie-ah!" hoseok fake scolded. jungkook scoffed playfully.

"it's called bulking, hyung." he joked. everyone knew he rarely let himself eat like this. he was extremely disciplined. taehyung might've been jealous. "and what about you? thought you were on a diet!"

"i am." the elder replied. "this is all i'm eating. i've still got that dance competition next week- yah! yoongi, don't get sauce on my sheets, you pig!"

he swatted weakly at the mint-haired boy, who nudged him in return and rolled his eyes. it made taehyung smile.

"you can have some too, taehyung-ah." hoseok spoke after a bit. it was then taehyung realized he hadn't gotten any yet. "i know how much you like pizza."

once again, another comment.

"i mean, i don't like it that much." he mumbled, grabbing a slice and and taking a bite. he knew he was bluffing. pizza was the best.

jungkook snorted.

"bullshit tae, you almost always eat an entire pizza whenever we hang out!"

it was true. on an empty stomach, he could scarf down a whole pizza. more if he was especially hungry.

he decided not to reply, finishing his first slide and heading for a second. sinking his teeth into the slice, he all but moaned. it was supreme pizza, his favorite.

"honestly, i have no idea where he puts it all." the redhead commented, finishing up his slice. that was all he'd probably eat, seeing as he's on a diet and all.

"i-i do!" jungkook teased, stuttering slightly from the excitement. "he puth' it all right here."

suddenly, taehyung felt a finger poke his belly. he froze. he looked down to see jungkook's tattooed pointer finger sunk into his plush middle.

"wow, taehyung-hyung." the younger softly exclaimed. "i didn't know your tummy was this squishy."

taehyung felt himself blushing. not out of embarrassment, but something else. jungkook was still touching his belly.

"no way, let me feel!" hoseok reached over, but all too late. taehyung swatted them away and curled into himself, arms wrapped firmly around his middle.

"don't! i'm ticklish!" he lied. yes, he was ticklish, but that's not why he didn't want them to feel his stomach.

it was a strange sensation, really...

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a pizza and a 2L of soda later, taehyung felt warm and fuzzy and full.

hoseok and yoongi had left for yoongi's dorm. taehyung was assuming they wanted some alone time, and he knew yoongi had his own private dorm. he didn't want to think about what they'd do, though. ew, just... ew.

taehyung leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling sated. he gently patted his taut tummy and let out a deep burp, sighing afterwards. that was another thing he was shameless about. if he had to burp, he always just let it out. leaving the trapped gas in his belly only made it hurt, so he didn't hold back. besides, it felt good and it was only natural. he usually didn't even say "excuse me." he didn't understand why he had to. everyone burped; why excuse yourself for something completely normal? unlike jungkook, who'd probably die from humiliation, taehyung wasn't shy about it. the only person he'd be even remotely embarrassed in front of was seokjin, but that's a different story.

"mmm, that was yummy, kookie. i'm stuffed."

jungkook was drinking another beer, beyond drunk by now. he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a hiccup and a groan.

"aw kookie, are you drunk?" taehyung teased, ruffling the maknae's soft, black hair. the younger grumbled again. "tired, little guy? let's get you to sleep, bun."

gently, taehyung guided the nearly-passed-out jungkook's head to the pillow of his bed.

"sleep well, bun." he whispered sweetly, leaving a feather-light kiss on the younger's forehead. he'd probably have to stop by tomorrow morning to take care of him when he woke up with a hangover. he was bound to have a killer one with all the beer he guzzled down, and taehyung knew hoseok didn't do well with vomit. he didn't mind, however. taehyung loved to take care of his friends, anyways.

before he left, taehyung cleaned up, ate the last couple pieces the boys left, and did some of the dishes for them. he also really needed to pee, so he made a quick trip to the bathroom.

once he'd gone and washed his hands, he took a moment to observe himself in the mirror.

i looked really good today, taehyung thought, peering into the mirror and adjusting his gold-framed glasses. despite being quite handsome, he still felt insecure sometimes, especially as of lately. with some of the comments his friends had been making, he wasn't sure what to think. it was almost as if there was some kind of big joke, and he was the only one who wasn't in on it. he really didn't know.

before taehyung could turn away and exit the small bathroom, his eyes caught something in the corner, by the shower.

a scale.

he had forgotten that jungkook did weight training. it was probably his to keep track of that. or maybe it was hoseok's, since he was on a diet and all. it didn't matter. it shouldn't matter.

however, for some reason, he wanted to try it. knowing your weight couldn't hurt, right? it's just a number, anyways. besides, he was curious.

taehyung pulled the digital scale out and stepped on it, waiting patiently for the box to calculate his weight. it couldn't be too much. he was thin, after all.

looking down, his eyes widened.

78.1kg.

he blinked.

huh. so that's how much he weighed.

the last time taehyung had been properly weighed was his physical exam before freshman year. that was nearly a year ago. he was so thin, weighing in at 60.3 kg. since then, he'd gained roughly 17.8 kg.

wait a minute, that couldn't be right, could it? but he had a fast metabolism! not to mention, he's fairly active. well... sometimes. but he does do a lot of walking! something had to be wrong.

taehyung stepped off the scale, allowing it to level back to a clear screen. he then stepped back on.

78.1kg.

this didn't seem possible. maybe it's because of his clothes. maybe he needed to strip down to his underwear like when he had a checkup at the doctor's. quickly, taehyung peeled off his corduroy pants and baggy sweater, leaving him in his undies and tata-themed socks.

what? they were cute!

standing back on the digital scale, taehyung peered down at the number expectantly.

it was the same, the clothes only weighing a little.

maybe it was all the food he just ate, or maybe he had to use the toilet? but that doesn't explain all those kilos...

he placed himself back on the ground, dumbfounded. how did he manage to put on that much? that was like the freshman 15 (lbs) tripled!

taehyung sighed lowly, before turning to face the mirror.

in just his undies, and for the first time since freshman year, taehyung noticed his body.

his thighs were thick, clinging together like chunky glue. gentle stretch marks adorned the insides, which weren't new, seeing as he's always been a bit thicker than his peers growing up. however, they were more prominent. spinning around, he viewed his ass, which giggled almost lewdly with the slight movement. the plump, golden globes looked even plumper than they had. he had always had an ass, but now? he could probably play a pixar mom in a live-action film.

last, but certainly not least, his eyes settled on the most obvious change: his stomach. his tummy hung over the waistband of his underwear, extremely bloated and round from his big dinner and all the soda he drank. yet, despite being stuffed with pizza, it had softness to it. taehyung ran his hands over his belly, pinching the excess pudge. it wasn't too big, but it was noticable. more than noticable.

taehyung wasn't skinny anymore. he had gotten a bit chubby.

and, strangely enough, he didn't care. infact, he liked it.

taehyung knew he ate a lot of unhealthy foods, that was just who he was. why would he deny himself all the yummy things he liked to eat, just to maintain an "attractive" body? so what he wasn't slim like hoseok or muscular and shredded like jungkook? his body was perfectly fine. it did it's job, and that was the important thing.

above all things, taehyung was shameless. having gained weight didn't mean a thing to him. he was an artist, after all, not a model. his figure really didn't matter in the long run. he was still the same handsome guy, just with a little extra chub. and, honestly, he wondered what he'd look like with just a little bit more. just another layer of cream on his body. he's sure he'd like it, especially with how he reacted to having his tummy poked earlier by jungkook.

so, with the new information tucked in the back of his mind, taehyung dressed and left the small bathroom, making his way out of his sleeping friend's dorm. after double checking on jungkook and leaving the wastebasket beside his bed, just in case he woke up sick, the fluffy-haired boy exited the dorm and began his walk down the hallway, back to his own dorm.

after eating, taehyung usually felt sleepy, so it was no surprise to him that he found himself growing sluggish and drowsy as he strode back to his room. it was a pleasant feeling, really. he'd probably take a nice nap when he got back. maybe make some hot chocolate and catch up on some dramas. yeah, that sounded nice.

as he opened the door to his dorm, he was met with a flush of warmth and soft light. faint music played in the background, and a scent immediately met his nose as he stepped in. it smelled delightful. that could only mean one thing.

taehyung hadn't expected seokjin to be home so early. he wished he'd known; he'd like to have put more time into his appearance. welp, baggy sweater and messy-haired taehyung would have to do.

"ah, tae! you're home!" he heard seokjin call from the stove as he shucked off his loafers. he suddenly felt uncharacteristically shy, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right as seokjin walked up to him, all broad-shouldered and stupidly handsome. "how was your day?"

taehyung smiled as seokjin went in for a gentle hug, sinking into his warm embrace and inhaling his calming scent. seokjin was a real hugger, which taehyung appreciated because he, himself, was an absolute cuddle monster and jumped for any physical affection. it didn't help the butterflies in his stomach, however. he'd hope to just digest them already and move on from this silly crush.

"my day was a happy one, thank you," taehyung replied, nearly pouting as seokjin pulled away from the embrace. "how was your's, hyung?"

"better now that you're here." the elder smiled warmly, and taehyung felt his face heat up. seokjin always knew the right things to say to get his heart racing like mad. "come sit in the kitchen and keep me company while i cook?"

the younger nodded timidly, feeling pleasantly small next to his hyung. he followed him like a puppy to the dorm kitchenette, taking a seat at the small bar table.

"so," seokjin began, as he stirred a pot of glass noodles, keeping an eye on the vegetables and pork strips in the frying pan. he was making japchae, one of taehyung's favorite dishes. "have you eaten dinner yet?"

"oh, i ate pizza at jungkook and hoseok-hyung's place," he answered, hand going instinctively to his still-bloated tum, giving it a fond pat. "truth be told, i probably overate." he let out an uneasy chuckle in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth growing in his lower belly. what was happening to him?

seokjin waved him off.

"there's no such thing as overeating if it tastes good," he countered, and before taehyung could understand what was going on, a steaming plate of japchae was placed in front of him. it was a heaping serving, the small plate only making it look bigger. "here, have some of this."

taehyung flushed, gingerly sliding the plate away.

"um, i-i shouldn't, hyung," he stammered, hand still on his middle, almost defensively, as if he were guarding it. "thank you, but i'm still pretty stuffed."

seokjin chuckled deeply, full lips curled into a smirk. he pushed the dish back in front of him. taehyung gulped.

"taehyung-ah, i've seen you demolish three times this and more in one sitting. i'm not exactly convinced that 'stuffed' is in your vocabulary."

there it was. another comment about his eating habits. however, this time, instead of irritation, he felt something... else.

"jin-hyung, i-"

"you wouldn't let all my hard work go to waste, would you?" seokjin questioned, pouting. taehyung felt his heart jump. "i made this all just for you."

"well... alright. i'll have a bite or... two." taehyung finally spoke, unable to look his hyung in the eye. picking up the pair of chopsticks, he hesitantly began to eat.

it was delicious. of course it would be.

in all his time, taehyung had never met as good a cook as seokjin. not even his own mother --who could whip up a mean bibimbap like nobody's business-- could compare to his skills. the younger male couldn't even count on two hands how many times he's had his belly nearly bursting out of his pants from seokjin's cooking. whatever it was he was making, taehyung was sure to gorge himself to new heights every time; now was only proof of that. seokjin didn't seem to mind. infact, he encouraged it.

"taste good?" the elder quizzed, taking a seat in front of the eating boy and gazing at him fondly, if not a bit intently.

taehyung took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful and swallow. he grinned.

"amazing," he answered, licking his lips. "your cooking always is the best, hyung. it's, like, ethereal."

seokjin let out his iconic windshield wiper laugh, which only made his dongsaeng giggle.

"well, if it's good enough to pull out the 50 cent words for," be mused, leaning a tad closer. "then it's good enough to finish, yeah?"

taehyung's smile faded, as he peered up at the taller man wordlessly.

"you know i don't like leftovers, taehyung-ah. scrape your plate. clean."

he didn't have to tell taehyung twice. something about the subtle command in his tone --the sprinkle of dominance within the seemingly innocent words-- sparked a flame that licked into taehyung's belly.

he continued to eat, and before he could really process anything, his chopsticks clinked against an empty plate. instantly, a crimson heat spread over his face. it was as if he were a different person for a moment.

"all done?" seokjin questioned, taking the plate from the boy as he nodded sheepishly. "good job, tae-ah! you did so well!"

taehyung felt his pants become tighter at his elder's words of encouragement.

"feeling full?"

taehyung's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"i-" a burp interrupted him. he stayed quiet for a moment, hand covering his mouth, before he spoke up again. "excuse me, sorry."

he was blushing like mad. shameless taehyung who?

seokjin snorted. "guess that answers my question."

the slight teasing only increased the tightness of his pants, though he remained oblivious.

to say taehyung was full was a gross understatement. he'd passed the limitations for being full. he felt like if he moved even an inch he'd explode, literally. he looked 7 months pregnant.

"jin-hyung," he began with a taut hiccup, a slight whine to his voice. "i think... i think i ate too much."

and there it was, the rarer side of shameless taehyung. the one who needed affection after overdoing it, and wasn't afraid to beg for it.

"aw, you poor thing," his hyung cooed, helping the younger stand. his belly felt heavy and stuffed to the brim. "let's get you to the couch yeah? how's some hot chocolate sound? sound nice?"

taehyung nodded and hummed, blissed out from the tight fullness. he'd never felt this way from just eating before.

he took a seat on the couch as seokjin scurried off to make hot chocolate, and he used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. although he wasn't exactly too keen on being so unkempt in front of his love interest, his pants were digging into his bloated stomach something fierce. slowly, he undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, freeing and allowing his tummy to rest atop. he sighed in relief, though it was short-lived when he noticed the slight bulge in his pants. well, that's new?

wait a minute--

oh fuck.

he frantically attempted to pull his sweater down to cover his lower region, but it was too snug around his plush middle to budge much. thankfully, it wasn't entirely noticable.

"here you go, taebear," seokjin said as he walked back into the small living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hand. one of them had tata all over it: you can guess whose it is. "careful, it's hot. let it cool before you drink it."

taehyung nodded bashfully in reply as the older of the two turned the tv on, switching the channel to some random drama taehyung had seen bits of but couldn't remember the name of. when jin sat down next to him, he immediately snuggled up to his side, head on his broad shoulder.

this. this was heaven right here.

seokjin smiled sweetly, arm wrapping around the younger. his fingers carded through taehyung's fluffy brown hair, earning a quiet sigh and pleased noises from the latter. taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as his scalp was scratched lightly.

soon enough, after finishing his hot chocolate, he felt himself grow drowsy. his belly felt warm and heavy, rising with every deep breath he took.

just as he had nearly dosed off, he felt something warm slip under his sweater and dance against his stomach. it felt like a hand.

he sighed. he must have been dreaming.

slowly, the palm of the hand traced over his swollen tummy, fingers ghosting over his navel. he all but purred at the feeling.

it began to rub circular motions onto the bloated skin with a gentle pressure, releasing a few soft burps from taehyung, who mewled at the lovely sensation. he began to fall deeper into slumber, the warm feeling being the last thing he could remember before he completely fell sound asleep.

when taehyung awoke, he was in his own room, in his own bed. he was under the blankets, glasses neatly placed on the bedside table. yawning, he looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

had he been dreaming this whole time?

placing a hand on his middle, he was shocked to feel how bloated and round it was.

nope. it was all real.

and it felt completely, utterly, shamelessly good.

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"hey hobi-hyung, what's up?" taehyung spoke into the receiver of his phone after answering hoseok's call. he was currently working on an oil painting while munching on the oreos he'd bought at the campus snack venue on his way home.

"hey tae," he heard a strained voice answer. someone was in the background coughing. "could-" hoseok was cut off by what sounded like a particularly loud heave "ugh. could you do me a solid, tae. i'll pay you back, i promise."

and just like that, taehyung was on his way over to jungkook and hoseok's dorm. he'd debated bringing his painting with him, but eventually decided against the idea. he didn't want to make sick jungkook even sicker, nor did he want hoseok to complain about him stinking up the dorm with his paint.

the second he opened the door, hoseok rushed out.

"thanks a million, taehyung," he spoke frantically, clearly frazzled but trying to stay calm, though it was evident he was hanging on by a thread. "i hate to do this to you but you know how i am."

taehyung gave him a reassuring smile.

"hobi-hyung don't worry, it's alright! i don't mind!" he explained, placing a hand on his hyung's shoulder. "how's he doing?"

hoseok closed his eyes.

"ugh, he's just... ugh."

taehyung laughed and shook his head.

"aish, i told that dummy not to drink so much," he playfully face-palmed, giggling. "alright hyungie, head over to yoongi-hyung's. i'll take it from here."

hoseok sighed a breath of relief.

"you're a little saint, you know that, taetae?"

he pinched taehyung's full cheeks, kissing his forehead before rushing off. taehyung blushed and giggled to himself softly.

hoseok was really something else.

upon entering his friend's shared dorm and turning on the light, his eyes instantly landed on jungkook, who looked like he'd seen better days.

"taehyung?" he heard the younger croak from his bed, eyes squinted nearly shut. "shit, kill the lights will you, please?"

taehyung quickly flicked the switch off.

"oh, sorry kookie-ah," taehyung apologized, making his way in the dim room to the bed, where he sat.

"it's alright hyung, my head is just absolutely murdering me right now."

"feeling pretty bad, aren't we, bun?" taehyung murmured softly, rubbing the younger's back tenderly.

"god, 'm never fucking drinking again."

taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. he knew that was a lie; he'd probably be in the same position next weekend taking care of the hungover boy.

"okay, bun," he replied, fondly. "can i get you anything? painkillers, perhaps?"

jungkook shook his head, instantly wincing at the movement.

"no i already took some before you came." he answered. "could you just hold me for a bit, please?" his doe eyes found taehyung's gaze in the dark.

the elder boy swallowed back an 'awwww' as he laid down on the bed, taking the sick boy into his arms. he ran his fingers through the younger's silky, black hair. jungkook sighed.

"thanks, hyungie." jungkook mumbled into taehyung's warm chest. "you're the best."

a soft smile melted onto taehyung's lips. the two boys sat in a quiet trance for a while, the only sound being breathing and the hum of the ac. after some time had passed, jungkook broke the silence.

"um, hyungie?"

"what is it, bun?" taehyung replied, looking down at the boy.

"i-i um..." he began, stuttering from what taehyung assumed was nervousness. his stutter always worsened when he was nervous, the elder noticed. "i'm s-s-sorry about what i said yesterday."

taehyung haulted his movements, cocking a brow in confusion.

"what are you talking about, jungkook?"

"yes'therday," he paused to grimace at his lisp, before going on, "with hobi-hyung and yoongi-hyung." jungkook responded anxiously. "i-i shouldn't have c-commented on your body or how much you eat like that. if someone had made a comment about m-m-my stutter or lisp, i'd have been sad. it wasn't cool of me to point out an insecurity like that. i'm- i'm sorry." his voice broke a tad at the last part, though taehyung nearly didn't catch it.

taehyung blinked, taking a moment to process his dongsaeng's confession.

"okay, kookie, three things," taehyung replied after some thought, returning to stroking the boy's hair. "one: it's alright, don't worry about it. i'm definitely not upset with you, honey. two: your stutter and lisp are perfectly fine. they make you unique, make you you, so don't be embarrassed about how you talk, and don't take shit from absolutely anyone about it. got it?"

jungkook nodded, eyes still glassy.

taehyung smiled and continued.

"and three: what makes you think i'm insecure about my body?"

jungkook froze for a moment, clearly trying to conjure up an answer that wouldn't hurt his hyung's feelings.

"um..."

"is it because i'm chubby?"

jungkook didn't say anything, causing taehyung to sigh audibly.

"i have no reason to be insecure about my body, you know, jungkook?" taehyung calmly retorted, not in a mean or scolding manner, but in a blunt one. "i love my body. my tummy's job is to digest the food i eat and convert it to energy. that's it, and he's doing a pretty good job at it. so, therefore, i have no real reason to be insecure, and i'm not. a little tummy fat never hurt anyone."

jungkook looked up to gaze at his hyung.

"so, it didn't hurt your feelings when i t-touched your belly, then?" he asked, voice still slightly broken. taehyung wiped the stray tears from his dongsaeng's cheeks.

"of course not, kookie-ah," the older boy reassured, lips spreading into a grin. "in fact... i liked it."

jungkook went stiff.

"u-um... i-i'm flattered, hyung, i really am... b-but i like girls..."

taehyung let out a deep, rumbly laugh.

"don't be silly, bun!" he teased, still chuckling. "i wasn't talking about you! i wouldn't date your lame ass anyways, even if you did like guys!"

this earned him a playful slap.

"but you did... like it?" jungkook questioned after a comfortable silence.

taehyung nodded a bit stiffly.

"yeah, i... i guess i did." he admitted. "to be honest... i wouldn't mind if seokjin touched m- woah! sorry about the tmi! literally forget i said that, please. like, erase it from your memory."

taehyung flushed in embarrassment as jungkook burst out laughing.

"yah, don't make fun of me! i'll kick your ass you little shit!"

despite the teasing, taehyung definitely wouldn't mind if seokjin touched his belly. infact, he'd fucking love it.

and, well... this all was... new. he'd like to explore this more in the future.

however, little did taehyung know, he wasn't the only one with a bit of experimentation in mind.

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hi!! hope you enjoyed this!! maybe a part 2?? please let me know what you think!! love you!!

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[forlove2020]

Day 2 - No Vacancy

It is the last day of November and no one wants to buy any more pumpkins. 

Halloween has gone by, and Thanksgiving has blown past too. The people of Lebanon, Kansas have had their fill of the bright orange gourds - for more than two months they've displayed them on their front porches, carved them into jack-o-lanterns, and added them into every kind of dessert and frothy little drink imaginable.

And that is why, on November 30th, Dean decides his family is going on a field trip to the Lebanon Corn Maze and Pumpkin Patch.

Things have been good lately. No, scratch that. Life has been freakin' awesome. It has been just under two weeks since he rescued Cas from the Empty and a week since Jack came home. Dean is over the moon; radiating happiness in a way he never has before. They're all together, alive, and no Big Bad hovers menacingly on the horizon. Dean's not one to believe in a 'best case scenario,' but hell if this doesn't feel just like it.

The farm is about a twenty-five minute drive from the Bunker, and Dean, Cas, and Jack pull up in the Impala at the same time as Sam and Eileen arrive in Sam's CR-V. 

(Dean had teased him mercilessly about his new ride until Sam looked him dead in the eye, placing his hand protectively on Eileen's protruding belly, and insisted "Honda gets really good safety ratings, Dean." Dean, wisely, had shut up after that.)

Claire and Kaia are already there waiting, leaning up against Claire’s car, hand in hand. Jack leaps out of Baby as soon as Dean puts her in park, barreling toward the girls so he can nag Claire about his latest obsession: TikTok. Even from a distance it’s clear she’s rolling her eyes at him, but smiling despite herself

Dean and Cas get out of the car at a more leisurely pace and survey their surroundings.

What had been a busy festival complete with a lush corn maze, vibrant pumpkin patch, and stalls selling kettle corn and caramel apples two months ago is now a dismal scene. The corn maze has dried out and shriveled up, and the stalls are unmanned. Technically, there are still pumpkins aplenty in the field, but they're the ones that have been forsaken. The remaining pumpkins are leftovers that were considered either too skinny, too fat, or just too misshapen and lumpy to have been picked as the cream-of-the-crop.

Dean looks over at Cas. He’s squinting at the scenery in the dim autumn sunlight, and the nippy breeze has swept through his dark hair, making it seem more tousled than usual. Not for the first time, Dean thinks that he is gorgeous.

But now, he can actually tell Cas what he is feeling in these moments. There are no more half-truths or lies between them, nothing secret. After years of pining for one another without any hope of reciprocation and hiding the pains of longing, they’ve finally broken down the walls that kept them apart. They love one another fiercely, and while their relationship is new, it is not tenuous. 

So, Dean turns to him with a crooked grin.  “Hey, handsome.”

Cas blinks, and then a little smile curls the corners of his mouth. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean moves closer until their shoulders are brushing and he can feel the warmth of Cas’ body through both of their jackets. “You think Jack’s gonna be disappointed?” he asks quietly, watching their kid practically tackle Sam with a hug as Eileen signs something Dean can’t quite make out from the other end of the parking lot. “I mean, this isn’t exactly the ‘autumn glory’ we were promised on those fliers earlier this month.”

Cas doesn’t even hesitate. “No. I think Jack just appreciates having a normal...uh, sort of a normal life again. He’s excited to be here picking pumpkins, especially with Claire and Kaia, and Sam and Eileen joining us. This was a nice surprise you planned for him, Dean.”

It’s a simple compliment, and not even particularly saccharine, but Dean flushes from head to toe anyway. He’s working on believing the good things Cas says about him; he’s really trying, but it’s always been difficult for him to take a compliment about anything other than his good looks or hunting prowess. Instead, he meets Cas’ eye, and nods silently. And then, remembering he is allowed, takes Cas’ hand in his own, twining their fingers together.

They walk hand-in-hand to join Claire, Kaia, Jack, Sam and Eileen at the front gate. It’s hanging wide open, and no one is standing there to charge them an entrance fee. However, the sign does make a point to state that the maze is open until December 1st. Eileen shrugs, and so the seven of them wander down the path towards the pumpkin patch and the entrance to the maze. 

“Kaia! I’ll race you to the end!” Jack shouts, and laughing, Kaia chases him into the maze, dragging a grumbling Claire along behind her. 

“Let’s see if we can find anybody still working,” Sam suggests.

Eileen points at a worn down farmhouse tucked mostly behind a newly-painted red barn. “Someone must be home,” she signs pointedly, gesturing to plumes of smoke exuding from a grey chimney stack.

Dean ends up knocking on the door. He leaves Sam, Eileen, and Cas at a nearby picnic table, debating in Sign Language about the best flavor of cotton candy and whether or not the color of the dye changes the taste. 

 A minute or two later, an older man swings open the squeaky screen door to the house. He’s scowling, wearing muddy overalls, and chewing on a thick cigar. “Yeah?” he asks shortly. “Whaddya want?”

Dean raises his eyebrows at the farmer’s bluntness, but manages to respond politely. “My family and I saw fliers for this place a few weeks ago. We were hoping to buy some pumpkins and candy apples. What are you charging”

The farmer’s scowl grows deeper, and he looks past Dean to Sam, Eileen, and Cas relaxing on the bench, then narrows his eyes at the corn maze, where shrieks of laughter can be heard as the younger adults chase one another through the thinning stalks.

Getting impatient, with the man’s surly silence, Dean prods, “And…? It’s a yes or no question. Are you still selling pumpkins?”

The old man pulls the cigar out from between his teeth. “My wife and daughter run this hokey shit,” he grunts. “They went into town today ‘cause folks already came through here earlier in the month. They like customers. We haven't had anybody else stop by since before Thanksgiving.”

As his temper flares, Dean turns his grit teeth into a sharp smile. “Well, then it’s your lucky day! Here we are,” he says mockingly, sweeping his arms wide. The farmer mumbles something insulting and covers it with a hacking cough. Dean pretends not to hear him, “Fine. I take it from your sunny attitude that there will be no popcorn or apples today?” 

The man scoffs, “Enjoy the maze, boy-o. Free of charge.” He turns to lumber back inside, but Dean grabs the screen door before he can try to disappear.

“Hey!” the hunter barks. The farmer pauses, his body tensing for a fight. “Are you gonna sell me the goddamn pumpkins or not?” 

Cas has wandered to his side, either noticing the commotion, or simply because he wanted to be closer to Dean. Now, he interrupts casually, “You still have quite a few squash left in the fields and there’s going to be heavy frost two days from now, overnight. It’d be a shame if all of these pumpkins rotted, and you wasted the rest of your harvest.”

He has, quite deftly, snared the salty old farmer’s attention. Money is the man’s language; he might not enjoy having customers on his property so late in the season, but he certainly likes having the funds to maintain his land.

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“A hundred.”

“A hundred?” Sam sounds insulted. “You’re gonna pitch all of these in a couple days. There’s no way we’re paying a hundred. Try twenty-five dollars.”

The farmer rolls his eyes dramatically. He is in his element; the thrill of making a good deal and bartering his wares on the last day is an unexpected but welcome surprise that has put him in high spirits. “You’re cute, kid. I know my produce is worth more than that. I’ll go down to eighty-five, and you can take whatever you can carry in one trip.”

“Thirty-five,” Sam shoots back.

“Eighty.”

“Forty-one.” Once, Sam was going to be a lawyer. He’s got the upper hand in this situation and he’s going to crush his opposition. One more price reduction and they’ll have dozens of pumpkins to take home, way below the original asking price.

“Sevent…”

“Sixty-five, and we fill up all of our cars,” Dean interrupts, and Sam looks at him, utterly betrayed as the gleeful farmer shakes on the deal.

As Cas, Jack, Claire, and Kaia help carry the pumpkins to Sam and Claire’s cars respectively, Dean just claps Sam on the shoulder and tells his brother, “It’s still a cheaper family outing than going to Disney.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Sam says mournfully, and sulks over to help Eileen, who is supervising the influx of pumpkins that are being loaded into their vehicle.

Dean chuckles, and scoops up a few pumpkins. He’s got some recipes he wants to try out, plus he’s excited to teach Jack to carve ‘Jack’-o-lanterns. The kid seemed to want to learn how to do everything the human way now, and Dean is more than happy to teach him.

One by one, Dean places eight pumpkins in the backseat of Baby. One is tall and oblong with lots of stringy stems, matched with the only short and well rounded pumpkin he sees in the field. Between those two he sets a teeny tiny baby-sized pumpkin. Then, there’s a pumpkin that is half-green half-orange. It seems like it must have grown too fast because it is still quite young despite its size. Next, he adds two medium pumpkins that are also young, but growing strong. And last but not least, he picks up two more pumpkins. They are both a bit damaged - one is bruised and discolored, the other looks like it might have grown sideways. But Dean picks them because they lean against one another in the field, steady despite their flaws, despite what they’ve been through. 

He sets them all up in a long line along the backseat, and when Cas sees what he chose, his eyes go soft and warm as he looks at Dean.

“Let’s go home,” he breathes out, and takes Dean’s hand again.

Everyone gets in their cars - Dean in the driver's seat and Cas taking shotgun, as before. Jack tries to get in the Impala, then looks in the back window, and starts laughing. 

“Dean! There’s nowhere for me to sit.”

Cas chuckles quietly beside him, as Dean grins. “Aw, tough break, kid. Guess you’re walking home.”

“Hey, no fair- Dean! C’mon! Cas! Tell Dean he has to -”

Dean starts to roll up the window, laughing loudly as Jack knocks on the window pane.

“Sorry! No vacancy!” he hollers. Jack is nearly doubled over, hilarity spilling from him in peals of laughter.

Claire honks her horn loudly, and throws open the back door to her car. Jack straightens, and scrambles to join her and Kaia, shooting Dean and Cas a bright wave goodbye.

Sam and Eileen also wave as they leave the parking lot, wheels sending gravel spinning in their wake. Claire and Kaia follow, and Jack rolls down the window as they pass, and calls across to Cas and Dean, “This was the best family trip ever!”

They too are soon gone, headed for the Bunker to drop off dozens of pumpkins which will decorate every room until they end up decaying or until Dean cooks them. 

Dean and Cas wait until the others have left, and then Dean leans over and kisses Cas, long and sweet. When he pulls back, Cas traces his cheek, and says thoughtfully, “We could take the backroads home today….”

Dean is so gone on him. He kisses Cas once, twice more, and then puts the Impala in drive, and they’re on the road, taking the long way home.

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I enjoyed adding a little Day 1 ‘Harvest’ flare to Day 2!

My goal is to make most of my Suptober fics one-shots that are in some way related to my multichapter fix-it that is still a work in progress (Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, etc, post 15x20).

Thank you for reading!

-V

[mercurygguk]

based on a bet | kth

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

✎ prompts; “I can’t believe we’re dating.” + “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” + “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” + “I knew you’d overreact.”

request; Hi!! 13, 15, 18 and 19! Could it be possible that you write something very angsty with those prompts??? I'd really appreciate it!! + I'm the anon of the very angsty one! Hehe...I forgot the member!!, Tae, Yoongi or Jk, thanks by anon

a/n; just twisting this a teeny tiny bit because i struggled to fit these prompts together like they were. also my friend helped me with this bc i was seriously blank on this one lmao but here it is! enjoy <3 also, this is once again unedited and quickly written, so please bear over with any typos whatsoever.

It’s Sunday, you’re lying on his couch, cuddled up against your boyfriend. His one arm is loosely wrapped around you as your cheek is pressed up against his chest, his other hand caressing your arm with soft touches.

Comfortable silence is hovering around you, the only sounds coming from the TV where a movie plays. You’re only halfway paying attention to it, the other half paying attention to the way your boyfriend’s heart is beating hard and quick inside his chest. He seems nervous, so you nuzzle closer to him, trying your best to ease some of it.

After a while he sighs deeply, his soft touches on your arm coming to a stop. You sit up, straddling his lap as he stays on his back. His hands fall down to rest on top of your thighs, eyes looking at anything except you. 

You frown. “Tae, is something wrong?”

He glances up at you, eyes not holding the same warmth they usually do. Something must really be bothering him. You can tell he’s having an inner battle with himself whether he should talk to you or not about whatever that’s on his mind. You grab his hand, giving it a small squeeze as if to tell him you’re listening to whatever he has to say.

He sighs again, looking down at your hand holding his. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he then says, voice low and hesitant as if he didn’t plan on this today, but somehow felt the need to do it anyway. Your face drops a bit at his expression, his deep frown and cold eyes. He seems sad, like he’s fighting against saying whatever he wants to say. You have a feeling you aren’t going to like what he’s about to tell you.

“Just tell me,” you quietly say, suddenly letting go of his hand. Taehyung feels his heart drop when you let go of his hand, feeling how your lingering warmth slowly fades away.

“I, um, it’s about us,” he starts, hands still resting on your thighs. You sit in silence, waiting for him to continue. “It was before we started talking. The boys and I were at this party and you had been catching our attention all night.”

You feel your heart drop as you almost know where this is going. Closing your eyes, you let him talk again. Taehyung watches you with sad eyes, knowing very well that he is about to break your heart but he’d rather tell you and hurt you than not tell you and let you go on without this piece of information.

“We talked about how one of us would be going home with you that night and I.. I told them that none of them had a chance against me.” You try hard not to roll your eyes at this. “I wasn’t really up for the idea, but the other guys insisted and we ended up betting on how fast I could hook up with you, I- They wanted to see how fast I could do it.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “That I’m an easy target? That I’m that easy to get into bed with?”

Taehyung fumbles to find words. “No, baby, that’s not- We- I didn’t think that way of you, please trust me when I say this.”

You shake your head, getting off his lap and making your way to his bedroom. Taehyung scrambles off the couch, following you into the bedroom. “____, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for it to go this far-”

Whirling around to face him, you stare at him in shock. “So you just planned on screwing me and then dumping me like some kind of trash?” His eyes widens at how his words sounded as they tumbled from his lips, completely different from what he meant to say.

“No! I-”

You feel tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

He reaches for you but you move back, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to protect you from any other words that could possibly hurt you. “I’d knew you’d overreact like this. This shouldn’t mean anything because I love you and you love me! I had no idea I’d fall for you the way I did when we first started seeing each other, I called off the bet as soon as I realised I liked you.”

“Overreact??” You repeat the word, chuckling in amusement, “you think I’m overreacting? I can’t believe you.”

Taehyung reaches for you once again but to no use as you step away, grabbing your bag off the bed before pushing past Taehyung and heading for the front door. “____, wait! Please, let’s just talk about this.”

"I can’t believe we’re dating just because of a bet,” you laugh without humour to it, slipping on your coat and shoes. “This whole relationship is based on a fucking lie, Tae!” 

“Baby-”

You scowl at him, almost already out of the door and on your way home. “Don’t baby me. You don’t deserve to use that word,” you seethe before heading out of the apartment, only getting a glimpse of Taehyung’s watering eyes and the way his chest falls as he watches you leave. He fucked up so bad, he knows it will take a lot to get you back – it it’s even possible at this point.

[httpsexistence]

Could you do 1, 11, and 18 with todoroki please?

todoroki can light me on fire and i’d thank him

1. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you in my life.”

11. “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone as kind, caring, and amazing as you.”

18. “You’re so perfect.”

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, todoroki being cute, todoroki being insecure :(, teeny tiny bit of angst

**not proofread

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The dorms of Class 1-A were unusually silent as everyone slept peacefully in the dead of night.

Mostly everyone, at least.

Y/N lets out a sigh, rolling over in the bed once again.

‘Damn it.’ The girl sits up in her bed and looks at the clock blinking across her room.

01:23

The light from the moon shines into her room, dimly illuminating the room as the girl stands up, walking to her balcony. The chilly night air lifts her hair up, letting it fly with the wind as the breeze tickles her face.

“What are you doing up?”

Jumping, Y/N turns around and looks up, seeing her favorite dual-haired boy.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She says, wrapping her arms around herself to warm her now cold body. Todoroki’s lips twitch upwards as the girl stares up at him, giving him a bright smile.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He says, turning away from his girlfriend and looking off of his balcony.”

“Hold on.” Todoroki looks back down and frowns, seeing the girl go back into her room, locking her door behind her. However, in less than a minute, he hears a knock on his door. He rushes over and let’s the girl in, who immediately wraps her arms around the boy, who’s face turns a beautiful shade of pink.

“You didn’t have to come up here.” Todoroki says stiffly, still not used to the girl’s affection. Y/N pulls away from him, smiling.

“It’s better than sitting in my room all alone.” Connecting his warm hand with her smaller ones, he leads her further into his dorm and sits down. She snuggles into his side and inhales, the faint scent of Todoroki’s cologne surrounding her. The dual-haired boy wraps his arm around Y/N, pulling her closer to his chest.

The two sit in silence, enjoying the comforting sense of the other person. Y/N smiles to herself, listening to Todoroki’s heartbeat hammer in his chest. The boy closes his heterochromatic eyes as his girlfriend sits in his arms. Y/N was his entire world, lighting up his life with her bright personality.

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you in my life.” He whispers in her ear, hugging her tighter. He clings onto her warmth, sighing contently. Y/N looks up at the boy and lifts her hand, cupping his left cheek, her fingertips barely tracing the bottom of his scar. Her lips turn upwards as red paints Todoroki’s cheek, and leans upward, giving him a soft kiss.

“You deserve that and so much more.” She whispers, adjusting herself so she sits in the boys lap, wrapping her arms around him and drawing patterns on his back with her fingers. “I love you so much, Shouto.”

The boy’s cheeks turn red once again at her words, burying his face in her hair.

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone as kind, caring, and amazing as you.” He whispers softly. “I know I’m not the most open boyfriend out there. My old man is an asshole, and this stupid scar-”

“Shouto.” Y/N pulls away from the boy and places both hands on his cheeks, her eyes watering at the boy’s sentiment. Todoroki’s eyes watch her, his heart sinking when she lets out a small sniffle. She looks back up at him, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. She sits upright and kisses every inch of the boys face.

Cheeks.

Nose.

Forehead.

Temple.

“You are the strongest boy I have ever met.” Y/N says to Todoroki as she rests her forehead on his. “I love you so much, and nothing will ever change that.” She pulls back once more and leans in to the left side of Todoroki’s face, grazing his scar with her lips before placing a gentle kiss on it.

“You’re so perfect.”

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Day 13: Bunny Cheeks (MONSTA X: Wonho)

it's already the 14th in korea and also here in a few minutes, so

🎉HAPPY 6TH ANNIVERSARY, MONSTA X AND WONHO!!🎉

monbebe and wenee love you all so much! and we can't wait for more success that will come to you guys!

~~anyway~~

today's prompt from this list is:

Day 13: First Kiss

and i thought, there is no better choice for this prompt except for the softest fluffiest pisces boy wonho. and i was right! i enjoyed every moment writing this (in between crying over mx and kihyun--pls give him a lot of love, he needs it rn)!

PAIRING: Wonho x reader. GENRE: fic, tooth-rotting fluff, wonho's dazzling smile. WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 900.

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You can’t stop staring at him. For how many minutes at a time is it socially acceptable to stare at your boyfriend while he tries to make an origami rabbit, big hands trying to fold teeny tiny sections of paper and toned arms tensed in the tight sleeves of his shirt. You already finished yours and are just waiting for him so you can have a contest to see whose rabbit leaps the farthest.

Relaxed with an elbow on the table, you watch Hoseok with an amused smile, unable to get over how adorable he is, with his lips pursed and brows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been friends for ages, but had just started dating, and the butterflies in your stomach just keep increasing the more invested he becomes with the origami. The sight is almost comical, with this bodybuilder of a man trying to transform a five-inch square of paper into a bunny.

He’s so cute you want to kiss him.

“Done!’ he exclaims, holding up the tiny paper animal up triumphantly.

“Okay, game time,” you say, shuffling around the long coffee table to sit in front of the short side, Hoseok crawling beside you.

You line up the rabbits and poise your finger on the butts of your respective bunnies, testing out the proverbial springs by lowering and raising your finger.

Hoseok inhales, weirdly excited for your little game, and counts. “One. Two. Three!”

The rabbits go flying and you scramble to your feet to chase after them as they topple off the table, yelling and laughing all the while.

You catch up with the rabbits at the same time and once again erupt into screaming when you discover the rabbits had gotten stuck together mid-flight and are lying right next to each other.

“Oh man,” Hoseok says, sitting back down on the floor and resting his weight on his hands. “I thought I made my bunny super strong.”

You laugh, moving to sit next to him and extricate the bunnies from each other. “Hmmm, I think the smaller the rabbit, the more powerful the leap, so it would go farther. Both our bunnies are made from five-inch paper, so I was expecting a close match. But if your rabbit were smaller, then it should be stronger. I don’t know, it’s something about projectile physics I’m too lazy to try to remember.”

As you talk and examine the rabbits, Hoseok is looking at you with the softest smile, finding everything you do cute—whether it be teaching him how to make origami animals or humoring his jokes with actual facts and theories.

Aaahh, you’re so cute he wants to kiss you.

You’re leaned back against the couch, lounging beside him, and he shifts to face you. You catch the movement and turn to him, eyes soft and curious. Cross-legged and twiddling his thumbs, Hoseok feels small, afraid of breaching the topic in case you aren’t ready for it. But he’s been thinking about kissing you for about a month now, and he can’t get it out of his head.

He looks at his hands, subtly clears his throat and is about to speak when you suddenly say, “Hoseok, can I kiss you?”

His head shoots up, eyes meeting yours before you look away in a panic. “Eh?”

“Nothing!”

“Hey, hey—No, you said something,” Hoseok says, leaning over to cup your cheek to make you look at him. He heard you quite clearly and he feels the smile plastered on his face.

You tense, resisting the quiet strength of his palm against your cheek, but you eventually relent and look at him. His warm hand still cups your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone. You purse your lips and set your gaze on Hoseok’s broad chest, quietly say, “I asked if I could kiss you.”

And you can’t see the giddy smile bloom on your boyfriend’s face if you’re not looking at him, so Hoseok cups the other side of your face and waits until you finally lift your eyes to his. He says nothing, but he doesn’t have to—like a secret code only the both of you know, a small, mildly embarrassed smile lights up your face as well.

You breathe in, relaxed now and safe in his hold. “Can I kiss you, Hoseok?”

If possible, Hoseok’s grin widens even more, and you can’t stop yours from getting bigger either. He nods enthusiastically, so excited like he’s getting a special treat. “Of course you can,” he says and stays still, waiting for you to close the distance. His gaze is firm and patient.

You hold the hands on your cheeks and lean in, touch your lips to his. It’s soft, like flower petals and bunny cheeks and a light drizzle on a summer day. You pull back and Hoseok chases after you, connecting your lips again as if he doesn’t want it to end.

You’re crowded against the couch with Hoseok leaning over you. One of his hands is still cupping your face; the other is braced on the floor, the tips of your fingers lightly resting over his. He savors it—the connection, the intimacy, your relaxing presence that calms his mind and the beating of his heart.

So this is what it’s like to kiss your special person, he thinks. And he’s quite content to just bask in the warmth and softness as your lips meet again and again.