#the squealing and cooing and kicking feet is really getting to me

[papermint-airplane]

Here, have a child.

[tender-rosiey]

“A BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?”

— gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.

truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.

he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than you’re. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.

that’s why you’re not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, “wifey, I am home!”

you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “what did you get this time?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.

you’re sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, “first off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dad’s instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,” he grins.

you nod absentmindedly as he continues, “second, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?” he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, “eh, I don’t care, but it’s pretty so who cares?”

he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, “right, baby?” he coos, “daddy’s going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!”

you’re about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but you’re quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.

your husband’s gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, “can you do that again for me, pretty?”

his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, “somehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?”

“right, ‘toru,” you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.

NANAMI KENTO:

whenever someone asks you about kento, you can’t find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.

yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.

you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.

in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.

“y/n, would you like anything else?”

a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.

he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, “no, thank you, kento.”

he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, “we should start preparing the baby’s room,” he murmurs softly.

you nod, head resting on his shoulder, “you’re right. we need to welcome our little princess well.”

he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, “I assembled the crib already so that’s something to be proud of.”

nanami’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, “my strong, independent, and reliable husband,” you sigh happily, “whatever will I do without you?”

he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, “flattery is getting you nowhere.”

“but it does!” you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, “what do you think, baby? is mommy right?”

to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, “kento, did you feel that?!”

“…yeah,” his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami can’t help but press a kiss to your stomach, “looks like she is a strong, healthy baby.”

 “just like her dad,” you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.

nanami’s gaze quickly snaps to you, “what’s wrong?”

“if she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.”

GETO SUGURU:

geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.

in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that you’re accompanied by someone.

today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.

no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, “geto-sama! you have to see what just happened!”

with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, “is y/n okay? did something happen?”

the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, “she is okay! but something important really did happen!”

somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?

after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.

you giggle, “’calm down, suguru,” you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, “can you feel it?”

“feel it? what do you mean—“ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.

you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.

he rests his head against your stomach, “how are you, little buddy?”

geto chuckles softly, “better not cause trouble for your pretty mom,” his eyes lock with yours, “I hate to see her in pain or discomfort.”

you roll your eyes before patting your husband’s head, “you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

“I would rather only charm you, y’know,” he chuckles.

the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.

nanako snickers a little before teasing, “that line was a bit cheesy, no?”

he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

it’s safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.

he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the ‘brat’ in you was his ‘brat’ as well.

he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.

he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.

that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, you’re carrying his child.

after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.

he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.

he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.

he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.

he sighs, “just what the hell am I going to do with you?”

he feels a light kick against his palm.

his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, “what? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?”

as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, “sukuna, don’t be mean to the baby…”

“I am not trying to, woman,” he grumbles, “that kid is just short-tempered.”

sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesn’t stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, “oh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.”

you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, “he got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.”

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[rafesangelita]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 tipsy kook!sweetheart!reader getting handsy with rafe and even though he likes her sm, he takes her home and makes sure she’s safe 🥺

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is v handsy lol (rafe loves it though)

you were such a lightweight, you knew having another drink wasn’t the smartest choice. after one shot and downing a margarita like it was a slushy, you found yourself dancing with your girlfriends in the middle of topper’s living room. rafe watched you from afar, his tongue running across his teeth as your skirt rode up your thighs.

“when are you giving that poor man a chance?” your friend giggled in your ear, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. “who?” you looked around, immediately spotting rafe in the corner. it was like he was trying to tempt you with the way he was manspreading, the thin material of his t-shirt doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath it.

“i don’t know..” you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he sent you a wink before bringing his cup up to his lips. “i think i’m gonna go say hi—” your friend attempted to pull you back, but you were already well on your way. “hi, rafe!” you chirped, your skin flushed due to the alcohol in your system.

he gazed up at you, your eyes twinkling underneath the soft lighting. “hey, sweetheart. you look pretty.” you did a spin for him, adjusting the small purse on your shoulder. “is this seat taken?” rafe shook his head, motioning towards the empty spot next to him. instead of sitting on the couch, you got comfortable in his lap, making him curse under his breath.

“well this works too.” he laughed, draping an arm across your waist. you blinked slowly, resting your head on his chest as you stroked the underside of his jaw. “i like your arms,” you whispered, “and your face..” rafe hummed, taking your hand in his own. “yeah? i like your face, too.” he cooed, adjusting your skirt so no one else can see the color of your underwear.

“take me home.” rafe nodded. “of course, i wouldn’t want you getting in an uber like this.” he took a sip from his drink, nearly choking when he felt your fingertips tug at the belt loops of his jeans. “no. take me home, rafe.” at first he didn’t understand, but when he saw you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, it was a look he knew all too well.

“what did you have to drink?” desperate to divert your tipsy mind elsewhere, rafe moved your hand away from his lower half. of course, he failed, only making you peck his cheek instead. rafe’s sanity was hanging on by a thread. your lips were soft against his skin, your perfume smelled so sweet, and worst of all, your ass sat perfectly where he needed you most.

“umm- i can’t really remember..” you trailed off, shrugging before nuzzling your nose into his neck. “fuck.” he said through gritted teeth, deciding he better get you back to your place before anything escalated. “come on, let’s get you home.” he helped you up, holding onto you tightly as he lead you two out of topper’s house.

you were laughing the whole way to rafe’s truck, a squeal leaving your lips when he hoisted you up into the passenger’s seat. somehow during the duration of the ride to your house, you managed to kick your feet up on rafe’s lap, humming sweetly to the most disgusting lyrics playing out of his speakers.

once you two pulled into your driveway, you let him carry you over his shoulder, too tired to protest otherwise. “are your parents home?” he put you down momentarily to grab the key from under the welcome mat. “of course not.” you yawned, sighing in relief once he got the door open. rafe watched you kick your heels off, tiptoeing to the couch before face planting into the cushions.

eyes trailing down your body, he looked away when he got to the bottom of your ass cheeks shamelessly peeking out from underneath your skirt. grabbing the blanket closest to your sleeping figure, he covered you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you stirred lightly, melting into his touch. the longer he stayed, the harder it was for him to leave.

“alright.” he groaned quietly, sparing you one more glance before locking the door behind him. he made a mental note to call you and check on you first thing in the morning.

[sturniolohouse]

Junie Laughs - M.S

summary: four month old June laughs for the first time. dad!matt x reader - blurb

"Is daddy just so silly, Junie?" I beam at her belly laughs, each one more contagious than the last.

She has never laughed this hard before, it was a real one.

My heart swells as I record the moment, capturing the joy lighting up her face. Matt looks over at me with wide eyes and I cackle in disbelief of how genuine her laugh is.

At just 4 months old, she's giving us her first real laugh, not the little ones we'd try and poke out of her.

"Do you hear her?" He asks in pure shock, his whole face lit up in awe.

I nod quickly and look back to June, who's sticking her fingers in her mouth and looking up at Matt expectantly.

He leans in close again, using his animated, high-pitched voice, "Who's the cutest, most perfect, most amazing little girl…Junie is! You just love smiling big for daddy, my happy girl."

His excitement mirrors hers, and her squeals grow louder as she kicks her tiny feet, her laughter bubbling over once again.

He tickles her belly and smushes multiple kisses into her cheek, completely unbothered by the slobber coating her face. Her eyes squeeze shut in pure delight and when he pulls back, they pop open immediately, searching for him, eager for more.

She coos at him, dribbling a bit but Matt wipes it away with a his sleeve mindlessly. I get a quick glance at her droopy eyes and I know she's fighting sleep. It's getting close to her bedtime, which we had been doing pretty well with establishing a routine.

Right after her bath, before settling her in the crib, we always lay together in our bed. It’s become our little ritual, just the three of us cuddled close until she gets sleepy enough to drift off.

"Matt, you're getting her all worked up and she has to go to bed," I try to reason with him, but I can't help the smile on my face when she looks in my direction with her sparkling blue eyes. I shift to lie on my stomach next to her, propping my head up on my hand while Matt stays in front of her.

He continues to tickle her, pretending to bite her cheek and smothering her with kisses. Her squeals are so intense, I can hear the little gasps she takes in between, and it makes me a little nervous.

“Matt,” I warn softly, but he’s already backing off, laughing as he does.

He gives her a moment to catch her breath, his hands resting lightly on her belly as she hiccups through the last of her giggles, still smiling up at him. But I can tell her energy is fading fast, her little fists clench and unclench while her eyelids flutter, fighting to stay open.

"But she's so happy," Matt says through a smile, tracing his finger lightly over the curve of her cheek. "Tell mommy you want to stay up and hang with us," he teases, talking to her as she rubs her eyes, her full lips forming a slight pout.

She yawns this time, her tiny hands reaching up for Matt’s face, but her movements are slower now, her head lolling to the side for a moment.

I sigh, knowing it's only a matter of minutes before she's fussy and no longer our happy girl.

"Okay, okay, it’s bedtime, kid," Matt relents, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He lifts her gently off the bed, cradling her close before laying her on his chest and leaning back against the pillows. I join them, resting against the headboard, feeling the calm settle over the room.

June was such a good baby. All the research I did on colic and sleep regressions felt unnecessary in the end. She was the textbook definition of an easy baby.

We got extremely lucky, especially as first-time parents.

The first couple of months of her life, she really just slept most of the time. But now her little personality is starting to set in and every day she's seems to learn something new.

She's been starting to babble more and making tons of sounds now. Her favorite at the moment is "bah-bah," which usually turns into a string of "babababababa" when she's particularly happy. Matt thinks it means she's closer to saying "dada," but I'm pretty sure it's "mama."

Time will tell.

She loves her stuffed black cat that Nick got her when we brought her home. It's sometimes the only thing that will calm her down during a rare meltdown. And Chris? He's her absolute favorite playmate and snuggle buddy. They've formed a sweet routine over these past few weeks. Every morning after her first feeding, they lay together the couch while he slowly wakes up.

It's a little tight with all of us in the house, especially with all of the baby furniture and toys everywhere. But we make it work. It's so much easier than if Matt and I were on our own.

Chris and Nick help us out so much, especially in the mornings so we can catch a break. They usually take over so Matt and I can get showered or run errands.

It truly takes a village to raise a child and we're all learning together.

Junie being so little definitely makes living in such close quarters easier. But we already notice how fast she's growing, and it’s made Matt and I seriously consider getting our own house so everyone can have the space they need. It’s a topic that’s been looming over our heads ever since we brought her home.

As much as we love Nick and Chris around, living under one roof is not realistic long term.

I shake those thoughts away and instead focus back on Junie who's still fighting sleep against Matt's chest, her tiny fingers clenching his shirt.

"Every day I wake up and I can't believe she's real," I say, my voice soft, filled with awe. "I don't even remember life before her,"

Matt smiles warmly, his eyes never leaving June as she starts to drift off. "I know. It's like she's always been part of us."

Her cheek is smushed into his shirt, and her tiny ear rests right over his heart, the steady rhythm lulling her further into sleep.

June always falls asleep easily with any of us, but listening to mine or Matt's heartbeat was a guaranteed way to knock her out.

She melts into him, going limp in his hold as she stares at me through her heavy eyelids. I turn on my side and reach my hand over to trace her soft face. She stops fighting sleep then, succumbing to her tiredness.

Matt gently strokes June's back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her tiny frame. Once her grip on Matt's shirt loosens completely, I know she's asleep.

"Aaand, she's out cold," I whisper in victory and Matt peeks down at her, a proud smile spreading across his face.

He leans down, placing a long kiss on the top of her head and pausing to inhale deeply.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how she smells like actual heaven,” he says softly against her hair.

"I know, right? I don't understand it either. I could sniff her head all day," I agree, inching a little closer.

I keep staring at him, and he catches on, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

His expression shifts, a knowing smile creeping onto his face as he realizes I’m watching him closely.

He raises an eyebrow, playful suspicion in his voice. "What?"

"Nothing," I draw out a bit, my eyes fluttering slowly.

"You were staring pretty hard there," he quips back, his gaze flickering to my lips briefly before meeting my eyes again, a mischievous glint in his own.

"You just look really hot with a baby on you," I tease, a smirk tugging on my lips as I watch his face for a reaction.

Matt raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a grin. "Easy there."

"M'just saying." I shrug innocently, enjoying seeing him squirm a bit.

His gaze drops to June, then back to me, his grin finally winning. "So, what, are you trying to say I should just walk around with a baby on me all the time now?"

"Wouldn't be the worst thing..." I reply with a smirk, leaning a little closer. Matt shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face as he rubs his eyes.

His chest rises and falls with a quiet chuckle, but June remains blissfully asleep against his chest. "You’re ridiculous, kid."

"Dare I say... DILF?" I tease further, raising an eyebrow.

Matt smirks. "Well, if I'm a DILF, then you're definitely a MILF."

"I would sure fucking hope so. I only carried your child for nine months, went through 20 hours of labor and then birthed her. Seems like the least I could get out of it," I say mainly lightheartedly.

Matt chuckles softly, "Don't worry, sweetheart, you've always been a MILF in my eyes," he says with warmth and affection, his hand finding mine and gently bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

I snort with a slight chuckle, "Good save."

He winks at me, then looks back down at June, her tiny fingers curled into his shirt. "Seriously though, we made a perfect little human, didn’t we?"

I nod, "Yeah, we really did."

We hear a few gentle knocks at Matt's door, and I softly tell them to come in. The door creaks open slowly, and Chris pops his head in, his usual mischievous grin already on his face. I put a finger over my lips, motioning to June sleeping.

"Aw, is she already out?" he whispers in a sing-song voice, walking over quietly to take a peek at her.

"Yep, just went down." I answer quietly.

He places his hands on his hips and pouts at her, "Sleepy Junie," Chris coos, his expression softening as he watches her sleep.

"Chris, you missed it," I whisper excitedly. "She was losing it before, laughing at Matt. I thought she was going to pass out... I got it all on video."

Chris's eyes widen. "No way! I can't believe I missed it, you gotta send me that shit," he says.

"It was so fucking cute, dude. She'd never laughed like that before," Matt chimes in, shaking his head.

Chris turns his attention back to Matt, rocking back and forth on his feet. I can already tell he’s gearing up to ask for something.

"Dude, you down to play fort for a few? I can't play with Nick again, he's fucking trash." He huffs, taking his hat off to adjust his hair before placing it back on.

Matt glances at me, stifling a laugh before carefully shifting June so she’s cradled more securely against him.

He shakes his head at Chris. "Really, dude? She just fell asleep."

Chris is relentless though, "Bro, come on, just a few rounds," he pleads, eyes darting between Matt and me.

I sigh, turning to Matt and giving him a small smile.

"You can put her in the crib now, she should be okay. Go play for a bit if you want." I nod toward the door, and from the corner of my eye, I catch Chris fist-pumping in silent victory.

Matt is grown and doesn't need my permission for anything, especially playing video games with his brother. But I know he would never go without me giving the green light.

"You sure?" Matt asks, glancing between me and June.

"Yeah, go ahead. I’m going to read for a bit" I reassure him with a smile.

He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn, before he finally relents, nodding. "Alright, I’ll be back in a bit."

As he carefully stands up, cradling June in his arms, I watch Chris bouncing on his heels, clearly excited.

I hear Junie's soft grunts as Matt places her in the crib in the corner of the room. We ended up having to move his desk up to the loft where the old podcast room was.

Matt shushes her gently, pausing for a second and watching her, making sure she's fully settled. He stands up and lets out a breath of relief when she doesn't wake up, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He turns to me with a small, tired smile, like we've just dodged a tiny grenade.

"That was close," he whispers, shaking his head as he steps back from the crib. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll be back in a couple hours," Matt tells me as Chris waits for him by the door.

I nod. "Oh, Chris?"

"Yeah?" He answers, rubbing his hands together.

"If you wake up June with your screaming, you're the one putting her back to bed." I say with a sweet smile, and I see Matt cover his mouth as he laughs softly.

Chris freezes. his eyes wide before sheepishly nodding. "Noted."

[yxngbxkkie]

baby fever (b.c)

this man needs to chill because i can only take so much 😭 ngl, this is probably the most i've written in a while, and i'm really glad to provide some cute fics for you guys 🩷 i hope you like it!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Do you have everything?” Chan asks you while unloading the rental car.

You take a peek into the back seat of the car, making sure both of you had everything. “I don't see anything,” you reassure him.

Chan walks towards your mother's house, presents stacked in his hands. You gently rub his back as you walk up the steps. You knock a couple of times before opening the door, announcing your presence.

“My baby's home!” Your mother's voice reaches your ears, causing you to grin ear to ear.

You give her a quick hug before making sure Chan gets into the house okay. You shut the front door behind him and rest a hand on his forearm.

“Do you need help with anything?” You ask him, moving to grab a couple of the gifts.

“I got it, baby,” he reassures you with a head shake. He leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips before walking over towards the Christmas tree.

You giggle to yourself, gently biting your lip after he walks away. Your mother nudges your arm, snapping you from your thoughts. You lift your head to look at her, seeing a smirk on her lips.

“When's the wedding?” She jokes with you.

A groan leaves your lips as you start to feel embarrassed. “Not for a little while,” you tell her with a shy laugh. Your gaze finds Chan, silently watching him distribute the presents. “I don't even know if he wants to marry me.”

She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Honey, that boy is infatuated with you. He'd be crazy not to marry you.”

“We'll see where life takes us,” you mention, the smile on your lips growing when you meet your boyfriend's eyes.

“I want to be the first one to know if he does propose,” your mother whispers into your ear as she walks by, joining everyone in the kitchen.

You playfully roll your eyes, keeping yourself from blushing. Chan gives the older woman a quick hug as she walks by before making his way back to you.

“What were you two chuckling about?” He asks, tapping his fingertip on the tip of your nose.

“Just girl stuff,” you vaguely lie, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips. Chan hums into the kiss, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.

He mumbles a quick, "I love you," against your lips, planting one more kiss before fully pulling away. “Why don't we go say hi to everyone,” Chan mentions, squeezing your hands in his.

You nod your head and lead him into your kitchen. You greet the rest of your family, giving them hugs and kisses. You make grabbing hands at the toddler in your big sister's arms.

“Hi, baby boy,” you squeal, holding the one and half year old baby. He smiles at you, bringing his tiny hand to your cheek. “You're getting so big!”

You rest the baby on your hip, lightly bouncing him in your arms. Ji-ho squeals and kicks his little legs into your side. You release a little cry and point at the little man.

“Watch your feet, mister! You're gonna hurt Auntie,” you chuckle, adjusting his legs so they're sitting comfortably.

“He loves to kick,” your sister mentions, walking over to her son. “I forgot to tell you.”

You playfully scoff as she pinches the boy's cheeks. “That would've been some crucial information, Joon,” you tell her with a smile.

Chan moves to stand behind you, and you can hear him coo at Ji-ho. You glance over your shoulder, watching him smile at your nephew. His dimples are present, and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask him, turning to face him.

Your boyfriend's gaze moves from you to your older sister. “Would that be okay?” He asks her politely.

“Of course!”

Chan takes the baby from you, lifting him higher for a quick second before resting him on his hip. “Hi, buddy,” he whispers in his baby voice, tickling his stomach.

Ji-ho squeals again, more giggles coming from the baby's lips. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shirt. Your heart feels like it's swelling even larger as you witness your boyfriend interacting with him.

You pull your phone out and snap a couple of photos. He'd make such a great dad… You think to yourself as Chan starts walking around the kitchen with Ji-ho.

Your mother pats your back gently, snapping you from your thoughts. She gives you a knowing smile before nodding her head towards Chan.

“Baby,” you call out to him, capturing his attention. You motion your head towards the hallway. Your sister takes Ji-ho from him as you excuse the two of you.

Chan slips his arms around your waist as you walk down the hallway. You rest your hands on top of his, and you feel like your heart's going to fly out of your chest.

“Everything okay?” He whispers into your ear while stepping into your childhood bedroom.

You nod your head and gently shut the door. His eyes dance between you and the bedroom door. You take a couple of steps towards the taller man, resting your hands on his cheeks.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You ask in a whisper, gently stroking his cheek.

“Of course,” he whispers back to you, placing his hands on your hips. “What's this ab-”

You cut him off by leaning on your toes, kissing his lips. A moan leaves his lips while his grip on you tightens. One of your arms wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss.

Chan pulls away from you abruptly, and you attempt to chase his lips, not having enough. “Baby, baby,” he mumbles, moving his hands to your arms. “What's gotten into you?”

You feel embarrassed at how needy you are, but seeing him with a baby has made you a little feral. He gently rubs your arms as you find yourself looking at the carpet.

“I might have baby fever,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He giggles and bends down a little to look in your eyes. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.

You can feel your cheeks begin to blush, and you push him playfully. “You know what? I hate you,” you laugh, moving past him to lay on your bed.

Chan laughs with you and lays down beside you. “I love you too, baby,” he grins ear to ear before kissing your forehead. He peppers more kisses all over your face. “So, you want a baby?”

A groan leaves your lips after hearing his question. ��Not right now, obviously,” you tell him, finding his hand before lacing your fingers together. “But, in the future, I'd like to have a family with you.”

His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately. Your free hand grips the sweater he's wearing, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Chan pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “I would love to have a family with you, baby.”

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[earthrealsvn]

taking care of you when you're drunk

in which the Haikyuu!! pretty setter squad take care of you during/after a night of drinking.

category: post time-skip!!! (except Suga bc that’s a college!au), fluff, crack

warning(s): mentions/use of alcohol, vomiting in Akaashi’s, perhaps Suga’s and Kageyama’s could be seen as suggestive at parts but i promise they’re not meant to be

w.c: 3.5k all together

a/n: hello! i haven't posted in forever but don't perceive that. most of these are based off of things i’ve said and/or done, except i didn’t have a partner to care for me during or afterwards. as stated above, this is post time skip, aside from Suga’s which is a college!au, so all the boys are a legal age to drink. anyways, enjoy the boys taking care of a drunk reader!

—

Sugawara Koshi

you laugh as you nearly tip over on your way to the bathroom, the sound of your friends cheering behind you ringing in your ears. you had all just started your last year of college and decided that it was worth celebrating. so, you offered up your apartment for the night, fully intent on having a good time before stress came to kick your ass.

another laugh bubbles in your throat as you misstep, landing on what was thankfully your bed. though now, your predicament is how you were to get back up. you give it two attempts and whine when you’re unsuccessful. it shouldn’t be that hard to stand, you do it all the time! planting your feet on the floor, another try is made, but you’re still incapable. tears spring into your eyes despite the fading rational part of you knowing it’s really not something to cry over. the drunken majority of you, though, is ready to throw a full-on fit.

but before you can even make a sound, someone’s taking your hands in theirs and gently pulling you to your feet. a stupid grin makes its way onto your face when you realize it’s your boyfriend, Sugawara Koshi.

“Ko!” you squeal, throwing your arms around his torso and squeezing. his laugh is as gentle as his return of the hug, but the teasing undertone is obvious. “didn’t think you’d show.” the words are muffled due to your cheek being squished into his chest.

“i got off early enough, so i figured i’d come see what my baby is up to.” his lips press themselves to the crown of your head to lay a brief kiss before he’s pulling away. “why were you on your bed instead of having fun, hm?”

you gasp when your original quest is remembered. “had to pee.” you begin a definitely not straight line towards your bathroom, laughing. you nearly slammed your hip into your nightstand along the way, but Suga’s hands placed themselves on your waist, guiding you the rest of the way to your destination.

there’s a brief fumble for the lightswitch until your bathroom light turns on, Suga having pressed it before you. he closes the door to give some privacy whilst you take care of your business, and you appreciate it until you come across a hurdle.

“hey Ko?” he hums from the other side of the door. “i can’t unbutton my pants.”

he can’t stop his laugh, and it only increases at your impatient whine. he steps through the doorway and tugs you closer, deft fingers unbuttoning your pants for you. he steps out again afterwards, letting you relieve your bladder in peace.

“can you button them by yourself?” he asks once the sound of the sink goes off and you groan at his teasing. he gets his answer once you open the door, pants already taken care of. “good job, sweetheart.” he coos, cupping your face and squishing your cheeks.

“shut,” you don’t even finish the rest of your sentence as you pull away and toddle back to the living room. he follows behind, hands hovering above your hips just in case drunk you decides to take another tumble.

“hey, Y/N, we’re taking shots!” your friend shouts from the kitchen and you squeak in delight. the silver-haired male walks into the kitchen with you to find your friends gathered at the counter with the shot glasses in front of them. “you want your favorite?” you nod in response, leaning against Suga in order to have some support.

as the shots are being poured, a noise of realization leaves you. “oh, Ko, you should take some too!” your head tilts back to look at your boyfriend, a drunken grin on your face.

“alright, but not too many.” he agrees, pecking your forehead.

“lame,” you laugh and an endearing smile plays on his lips as he stares down at you.

“well, someone has to make sure you don’t die,” a hand comes up to pinch your cheek and you shriek, trying to pull it off. you’re unsuccessful, obviously; you don’t have much strength when drunk and Suga still has all of his slight muscles from high school volleyball and working out regularly.

you still accept the shot glass he gives you, though, and a friend gives a half-assed toast and a countdown before everyone knocks their shots back, the familiar tingle of alcohol sliding down your throat. you also don’t protest the water Suga raises to your lips afterwards either, taking a few sips to help neutralize the taste.

it’s midnight but Suga knows the party’s just begun.

—

Oikawa Tooru

“i’m on the floor,” you mutter out once more, head falling against the wood of the island. “‘m drunk ‘n on the floor.”

“yes, you are drunk and on the floor, sweetie.” the familiar hands of Oikawa Tooru, your boyfriend, settle in your hair and massage at your scalp. a happy hum leaves your throat and you raise your heavy head to smile at what you think is his direction.

“‘s’all blurry,” drunken laughter laces your words and Oikawa can only shake his head endearingly. “wanna nap.”

he barely manages to catch you as you topple over sideways, body desperately trying to meet the ground. the rest of your friends laugh at your antics and Iwaizumi gives Oikawa a shit-eating grin. everyone knows you’ve drank too much too fast, but your week leading up to the New Year’s party had been stressful and you wanted to forget. so now, here you were, collapsed in your boyfriends’ arms, too intoxicated to do much.

“do you wanna move to the couch, sweetie?” your boyfriend asks, hand rubbing your side. he has to lean in to catch your mumbled response, but he’s able to detect the agreement. “okay, i’m gonna lift you now, alright?”

“uh-huh.”

he lifts you up into a princess carry and makes his way to the couch. as soon as your back meets the cushions and Oikawa’s arms move, you snuggle yourself onto your side, barely able to remember that laying on your back drunk could kill you if you start puking. your boyfriend settles himself onto the floor in front of you and pulls out his phone. he starts to scroll through social media but is quickly distracted by the incessant poking at his shoulder your fingers are doing.

“can i help you?” he raises a brow as he turns to face you, holding back a coo at the sight of your squished face.

“wanna watch—” the rest of your sentence is mumbled but Oikawa figures you’re wanting to watch your favorite show. he decides it’s better to entertain you than have a drunken partner complaining at him for however long. so he obliges, switching to the streaming service and holding the phone where you can see it comfortably.

a delighted laugh slips out of your mouth and the hand that was poking him falls limp onto his arm, your fingers twisting into the fabric of his sweater.

as you watch the show, he watches you, internally hoping you don’t throw up on him you’re sober enough for a New Year’s kiss.

—

Kenma Kozume

your panicked yells cause Kenma’s eyes to leave his game and travel up to you, the spike of concern diminishing as soon as he realized why you were making said noises. in your current round of Just Dance, you’re barely able to keep up with the moves showing on the screen, body tilting dangerously to the right. the friend that’s joining you is doing better in terms of score, but they’re practically in your space, nearly punching you every time they move their arm.

the cat-like boy shakes his head with a sigh and returns to his game, determined to finally beat the boss that’s been killing him all month. he’s so focused on the battle that he doesn’t realize your round is done until someone drapes their body over his, distracting him enough to lose. eye twitching, he turns to yell at them only to see a large, stupid grin on your face.

“Kyanma, come dance with me!” you exclaim through hiccups.

“i don’t want to. i’m trying to beat this—” he starts to turn back to his handheld but stops at the sound of your voice.

“you— don’t you love me?” tears spring to your eyes and Kenma whips his head back around to look at you again. “i love you Kenma, i want you to dance with me!” you’re wailing now and Kenma panics, setting his handheld down so he can pat your head. it doesn’t quite work, however, and the sound of your cries are drawing attention.

“Y/N,” Kenma sighs and takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “i’ll dance with you after this boss, okay puddin’?”

sniffling, you quiet down before hiccuping again, “promise?”

“promise,” he agrees, pulling your face closer in order to press a kiss to your forehead. “just give me a few minutes.”

he lifts his handheld back up and returns to his last save before the boss, once again determined to win. from beside him, you wipe your nose on your sleeve (something you can only stand to do when you’re drunk, he’s noticed) and fit yourself into his side to watch. just before entering the battle zone, Kenma glances around to see if anyone’s watching before tucking you under his arms and into his chest, ignoring your giggle of delight.

as the battle goes on, he lets you babble drunken advice, laughing quietly if he finds it funny. you cheer when he lands hits and gasp when his character takes damage, hands clinging to his sleeves in excitement. although he’s ultimately focused more on the game, he still gives you fleeting kisses on your head.

when he finally wins, you applaud him before bouncing up, tugging on his arm to get him to stand. he makes sure he saves before turning the device off and stands up to follow you to the center of the living room. you hand him a controller with a beam while your friend bounces up to join. just before you select the song, Kenma silently sighs to himself.

he hates doing too much physical activity, especially things he doesn’t enjoy doing, but he loves you too much to say no.

—

Tobio Kageyama

a sigh and a “oi, stop squirming!” echoes in your ears as Kageyama tries to help you change. he’s been trying to get you into pajamas for the past three minutes, but you’re making it difficult by moving every time he reaches out to remove your clothes.

“but Tobio, it tickles!” a whine is laced into your words, feet kicking lightly.

“grin and bear it then, idiot. you can’t wear this to bed.”

“watch me you a—” you don’t get to finish your sentence as Kageyama lightly pins you down, forcing your clothes off you and tugging on your pajamas right after. “Tobio!”

he grunts in response, tossing your clothes into the laundry basket. you continue to pout and whine as he lifts you off the bed so he can carry you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. he prepares your toothbrush and turns back to you, offering a ‘open’ as he holds it to your lips. although a part of you wants to refuse, you’re starting to get sleepy, so you oblige, letting him gently brush your teeth, spitting out the toothpaste when told.

you fall in and out of sleep as he goes through your night routine, and the next time you fully come to, he’s lifting you again to bring you to bed. you hum contentedly, grinning at him when he places you back onto your bed. he returns it with a rare smile that he reserves for you and gets under the covers on his side. he lets you find a position that won’t be uncomfortable for your drunk self before he lays with you. it’s quiet for a while, the two of you taking in the comfortable silence until you speak up.

“i’m gonna be so fucking hungover tomorrow.”

beside you, Kageyama snorts, “yeah, you had way too much,” his hand pats your head, “but i’ll take care of you, i suppose. make you some eggs or avocado toast or something.”

“you can barely cook. you burnt water.”

“that was one damn time!” he snapped, giving you a squeeze, “you distracted me!”

“whatever. jus’ don’t mess up my breakfast,”

“i won’t, dumbass. i love you,” you feel his lips on the top of your head and you finally succumb to sleep.

—

Akaashi Keiji

you dart up from your comfortable position on the couch, hand clamping over your mouth. everything is still blurry and your head is pounding, but the need to throw up is fast approaching in your throat.

“Keiji! Keiji i need—” you pause to breathe, hearing rushed footsteps as your boyfriend pops into view from the kitchen.

“darling? what’s wrong?”

“bucket,” you mutter, hand returning to your mouth. thankfully, Akaashi is a quick thinker, and he realizes what’s going on. turning back to the kitchen, he cringes when he realizes the only thing large enough is the freshly washed popcorn bowl. biting his lip, he tries to find something else, anything else, but your whine has him snatching the bowl and running to you.

he gets there in the nick of time, and you lean over the bowl as everything you’ve just ate and drank came out. he rubs your back in comfort but ultimately isn’t too surprised — you drank a lot without the ideal amount of food in your body.

“ew,” you lift your head and Akaashi moves the bowl to the ottoman in front of you in case it’s needed again. “Keiji, why does alcohol tase funny?”

“i don’t know, love,” he sits next to you as he replies, letting your body fall onto his lap. he knows it probably won’t do much, but he places his hand on your stomach and gives it little rubs, hoping it can at least supply comfort.

your friend rounds the corner and lets out a whistle upon seeing the bowl. you hiss and flip them off tiredly, trying to sleep it off.

“how long do you think they’ll be like this?” your friend asks.

“i’m hoping it’s just for two to three hours, any more and i’ll be concerned.”

“well… they really went for it so i’m just hoping they don’t die.”

a huff of agreement comes from Akaashi. before he can say anything else, you’re launching yourself back up and hunching over the bowl. your friend audibly cringes and returns to the party in the kitchen whilst Akaashi resumes rubbing your back. both of you know that this is the last thing either of you want to be doing at a birthday party, especially the one for a specific owl lookalike.

thinking back to how smashed Bokuto is, though, Akaashi doesn’t think he’ll mind if the two of you are missing for a few hours while you spill your guts into your popcorn bowl.

“i think… i think i want a… a new popcorn bowl Keiji,” you pant as you settle back onto his lap. he feels bad, but he can’t help the grin on his face at how small you look and act right now.

“yeah?”

“mhm. don’t wanna think of puke whenever i eat some.”

“understandable,” Akaashi leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. when he sits up fully again, he mentally prepares himself for the next few hours of your misery.

when you next sit up to vomit, Akaashi is there to rub your back. he’s thinking it might not be so bad until a shout from the kitchen has him groaning.

“hey hey HEY, Akaashi! i threw up, man!”

—

Atsumu Miya

you stared blankly at Atsumu as he doubled over laughing, slapping his thigh repeatedly. on the other hand, you had no idea what he found funny enough to cry over.

“why are you laughing? it’s true!” you give his side a gentle kick while carefully trying to avoid spilling your alcoholic beverage.

“yeah, but yer so honest ‘bout it, babe,” he chuckles and grins at you, “yer gonna make me choke or something.”

“good.” you grumble before chugging the rest of your drink. “but really, it’s not my fault they’ve been annoying me recently.” and before Atsumu can laugh again, you whip your head around to glare at your friend.

it takes Atsumu a moment to realize you’ve said the last part loudly, and your friend definitely overheard. they stare back at you, equally as drunk and aggravated, and the blonde panics. it’s true that you and the friend you’re staring down have been on rocky terms with each other the past week or so, but doing something while drunk is the last thing your boyfriend wants you to do. there’s no chance of a physical altercation (neither you nor your friend can move correctly enough for that), but it doesn’t mean words won’t be said.

“oh, c’mon babe, ya don’t mean that.” Atsumu’s laughter is now uneasy as he takes your shoulders in his grasp, trying to turn you away.

“i’m pretty sure i do mean it, Tsumu.” he winces as you swat his hands away.

“what? that i’m annoying? please,” your friend scoffs, “what about you? you’re the annoying one!”

almost immediately, a shouting match ensues. a desperate Atsumu is trying to stop you from drinking more as your friend berates you, and the rest of your friends are trying to calm the one down.

“i wouldn’t be surprised if Miya breaks up with you because you’re so damn needy!”

“HAH?” he sees it in your eyes, and before Atsumu can hold you down, you’re staggering towards your friend. everyone is launched into a full-blown panic as your friend stands up too.

it’s a good thing you’re both drunk, Atsumu decides, because it’s much easier to catch up with you and stop anything from happening. your friends are dragging the one out, thanking you both for a good time, and Atsumu’s arms are caging you against his chest, ignoring the weak punches to his arms you’re doing.

“babe! what were ya thinking?! ya can’t just start something when you’re drunk, it—” he stops when he realizes you’re now crying, gripping his arms as you struggle to stand. “h-hey… Y/N? baby, what’s wrong?” Atsumu sits the both of you down, pulling you into his lap so you can comfortably bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“you—you won’t actually break up with me, right? you don’t… don’t think i’m needy… do you?” his heart breaks. he knows this subject is a sore spot and as much as he tries to show you otherwise, it still plagues your mind from time to time.

“i don’t think you’re needy, Y/N. i check in on ya when i can because i want to, not because i think ya need me to. if they think you’re needy and annoying for wanting to talk to someone when it’ll help, they’re not a good friend.” you sniffle as his fingers rub at your temples. he presses kiss after kiss to the crown of your head, and soon enough, you’re calm.

and when you pull away from the embrace, the genuinely appreciative face you give him sets his heart aflame.

—

Semi Eita

your water bottle in hand, Semi entered the kitchen to refill your water when he noticed his phone light up in his peripherals. he makes sure he finishes his task of getting you more water before moving to where his phone is charging on the island. he hopes it’s not important — the party you’re throwing at your shared apartment is too loud for a phone call. he’s surprised, however, to see a text from you. you, who’s currently smashed and curled on the couch with your drink.

setting your water down, he pulls up his messaging app only to see something that tugs a soft smile onto his face.

my muse

eita where are u :( ily

the silver-haired male looks up and towards the couch where he can see you pouting at your phone. he watches you type and turns his attention back to his phone.

my muse

i can c ur reeding theis coward

ah yes, your drunk spelling. a laugh bubbles in Semi’s throat as he grabs your water bottle and makes his way back to the couch, sitting next to you.

“what’re you doing?” he asks teasingly, passing you your now refilled water.

“texting my boyfriend,” you say as you take the bottle, taking a few sips. “he’s reading the texts but he won’t respond.” he watches you type again.

my muse

eeeitaaaaaaa :(

a grin appears on his face as he finally replies to you.

Semi

yes, my muse?

he hears your squeal of delight from beside him and you perk up. it’s almost as if subconsciously you know he’s right next to you because you stretch your legs over his and settle against his shoulder. while you have no qualms with showing affection to your friends, you’ve never full-on cuddled up to them like this, and Semi can’t hold back his laugh.

his phone buzzes with more misspelled texts from you, and he makes sure to respond so you can keep looking all joyfully cute whenever he does.

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “i just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”

TAGS — vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, light degradation, slight dirty talk, jk’s possessive here, oc’s a cute bean, daddy kinks, some nipple play, public sex, unrealistic sex to me bc how tf did no one see???, pimp!jk, stripper!oc, oc needs to know, WAP WAP WAP, this is for my birthday babes, praise kink(?), happy birthday @hyunjinswifeee this is late sorry :((

WORD COUNT — 3.3 k

Wanna know what it's like, baby, show me what it's like, I don't really got no type, I just wanna fuck all night,

The crowd becomes completely immersed in your smooth hip gyrations and body rolls, they holler and catcall while endless money falls at your feet. Tonight’s a special night, you figured why not spend it at work getting money rained on you. All you really had to do was dance because your oh so lovely boss prohibited you from being requested by the club patrons.

Speaking of your boss, he too was in the crowd just right above you in his private balcony. He was watching with those dark onyx eyes of his, filled with desire and hunger. Each time you looked up he was staring right back down. Jungkook looked so fucking good sprawled out like that over the velvet couch with one hand nursing a glass of whiskey, his hair wild and unkept. Just the display of dominance and power had you weak in the knees.

You bit your bottom lip and slowly ran your hands down your body before reaching back to grip the pole tightly and slowly walking around it. You wanted him to know that you were very much on the same page. The cheers from everyone spurred you on as you spun high on the pole with your head thrown back, the screams grew louder and the crowd wilder as they fought each other to get a better view.

I just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,

You hold your breath and slowly slide down as your eyes flicker back up to Jungkook who is now standing leaned over the balcony. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and a lit cigar sitting in his hand. You decide to kick it up a notch. Just a tiny bit.

The lights suddenly go out and your shadow is illuminated by fuschia pink LED lights all around you. No one can see a thing but your silhouette as you reach behind you to unclip your bra. The club goers lose it as you dangle the item teasingly in the air before tossing it into the crowd wishing it was Jungkook you were throwing it at.

“More, more, more,” they chant as you move sensually. Luckily another bouncer comes to hand you another bra top to put on just before the lights around you snap back on.

You're exciting, boy, come find me, your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" fuck that feeling both us fighting, could he try me? Mmm, most likely,

You mouth along to the song while staring right at Jungkook, a tiny smile adorning your lips as you spin around once more on the pole. You don’t look over for the rest of the dance because you’re too nervous to face the outcome. This was the first time you’ve pulled a move other than looking at him and giving Jungkook “fuck me” eyes.

When the show ends you’re pulled to the side by a squealing Soyeon and a giggling Soojin. “Did you not fucking see the look he gave you when you did that?!” Soyeon gasps, “He literally looked so fuckin’ pissed—in a good way though—like he did that thing he does with his tongue and cheek and then he pulled one of his guys to the side!”

“He wants you for real.” Soojin smirks as she pokes your side, “Looks like the birthday girl is gonna get some dick tonight.” She coos in your ear while cupping your tits in her hands, “So what’s your plan, hmm?” She lays her chin over your shoulder, Soyeon nods too and waits for your response.

You contemplate for a second but quickly make up your mind, “I think you guys already know,” you lean back into Soojin with a playful little smile, “who wouldn’t?”

“True,” Soyeon nods, “but you have to tell us the details okay? You gotta tell me if that thing he’s carrying is like nine inches or something.” She looks pretty serious and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you reply ‘then why don’t you find out?’ She gives you an almost offended look, “Girl that’s your man first of all, secondly I got my own.” She winks.

The three of you chat a little more until Namjoon, one of Jungkook’s closest bodyguards, comes through the door searching the room. When he makes eye contact with you he strides over with a friendly demeanor, “y/n, right?” He tilts his head a little to the side, “Jungkook’s asking for you, said if you could meet him up in the balcony?”

You nod in a heartbeat, “I’m just gonna clean up a little, ‘m a little sweaty ‘n stuff.” You softly reply as Soojin gets to quickly re-touching your makeup. He nods understandingly and murmurs a low “Come up when you’re ready.” After he leaves, Soojin and Soyeon slowly turn to you with little smirks on their faces and brushes in their hands.

.

When you reach the balcony you come across Jungkook sprawled out on the sofa with both arms stretched out. He looks a hot mess with the way his tie is hazardously tossed to the side and his white button-up sits messily undone over his chest. “Seems like we’ve finally met.” He hums.

“Hello Mr Jeon,” you softly greet like the polite little thing you are. Your eyes flicker down to the gold cross hanging over his chest, not missing the way his eyes flashed when you said ‘Mr Jeon’. It’s nerve wracking looking into his eyes because Jungkook always held eye-contact and you hated how he made you cower in delight, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to be requested by patrons.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly and brings the cigar up to his lips taking a long drag from it, “Oh? And does that include me too sweetheart?” A pleasant little shiver runs down your spine when the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly. You find yourself craving for more.

“I don’t know,” you softly say while inching closer, you come to a stop in front of him, “does my boss consider himself to be included..?” You teasingly run your finger over his shoulder and slowly lower yourself on his thigh, “Does he?” Jungkook’s nostrils flare as he blows the smoke to the side, dropping the cigar on to the ashtray below.

“You wanna give me a dance, is that it sweetheart?” Jungkook drawls out lazily. His eyes inch downwards as he admires the pretty little “outfit” you got on. It reminds him of the little show you put on out there.

Your breath hitches when he grabs the hanging garter string between two fingers and twirls it around in his hold. “...is a dance what you want?” You reply breathily.

Jungkook lays his hand flat on your thigh and strokes over it slowly, idly rubbing his hand up and down over the soft skin. “You offering me more sweetheart?” He licks his lips, “You gonna be a good girl and put on a show like out there—give me a private show just for little ol’ me?” He leans closer to you with his hot breath fanning over your chin and lips.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, “ ‘s not fair.”

He grins and noses along your jawline towards your slender neck, “Not fair? How so sweet girl?” He whispers as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your inner thigh, “Hm?” He blows in your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

You tilt your head to look at him, “Because, it’s my birthday.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as you unconsciously lick your own, “Aren’t you gonna wish me happy birthday?” You whisper.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook looks up at you in amusement as he leans closer, “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

Jungkook gently slips his lips against yours, barely moving as he inched his hand upward between your thighs. You’re so lost in the taste of him as you let your thighs fall open invitingly, and your hands came up to rest over his shoulders. Jungkook grunts under his breath, he moves his lips sensually over yours causing wet smacking noises to fill the space between you two. You softly whine as your lips become glossy and kissed raw from Jungkook’s little bites and harsh kisses.

“Why don’t you lay back, hm? Gonna show you what birthday girls get from me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your neck as he slowly guides you on your back, “there you go, just like that baby—yea..spread ‘em for me.” He watches you in pure delight over how well you’re following his instructions.

You stare up at him with a dazed look, “Do you give every birthday girl this?” You purse your lips in annoyance just thinking about all the other girls who have probably been under him like this.

Jungkook toys with the strap of your bra, “No, just ones that like to tease me on stage.” He smirks as he hooks his finger under the middle of the bra, he tugs it downward until both tits spill out from the cups, “Will you look at that..” He murmurs appreciatively when he sees your pretty pebbled nipples, “I wonder if you’re pretty everywhere else too.”

Your lips part to say something but Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You sigh quietly and enjoy the feeling of his wet hot tongue circling and licking over your nipple. He moves his other hand to your other tit and gently wraps his hand around the doughy flesh. Jungkook pulls away and leaves a small trail of spit over your hard nub, as he rolls and kneads your tit in his other hand.

A surprised little “oh!” escapes your lips when he dives down to suck on the other nipple. “Mm–wait,” you throw your head back when his other hand dips low between your thighs, pressing two fingers over your drenched pussy. He teases your clit through your panties as he presses the soaked material against your slicked up cunt.

He hums to himself and pulls away to trail kisses down the middle of your body. His other hand slides down your side until he’s resting it against your hip where the waistband of your panties sits. “Been dreaming bout this day n night sweetheart, you don’t even know how fuckin’ crazy you drive me.” He hooks two fingers under the waistband, “You make it so hard for a man sometimes, you got me fiending like a dog for you.” He growls.

You look down at him and slip your hands over his, “Then make me yours,” you breathily whisper, “ ‘s all yours,” you dreamily smile while hooking your thighs over his shoulders.

Jungkook all but tears your panties off with a loud riiip. He leaves open mouthed kisses trailing down until his mouth’s hovering over your pussy, he wastes no time in letting his tongue dip between your folds. He laps at your messy folds and lays his tongue flat against your clit as he flicks it back and forth teasingly. You quickly become a whimpering mess under him.

He uses his grip to bring your cunt closer to his face, his hands slip under your ass cheeks and he grips both cheeks in his palms. Your eyes flutter shut as you slip your hands into his hair, you wonder if anyone was watching right now. The balcony itself had a thick siding but the thought of them watching Jungkook and you sent delicious little tremors down your spine. “Mm–like that,” you whisper softly while lifting your hips more for him.

It feels like he’s making out with your pussy with the way he’s licking and sucking at your chubby folds, taking a lip into his mouth as he sucks on it teasingly before dipping back in to tease your clit. A choked up moan escapes when his tongue slips lower and pokes at your winking hole, “Please, please,” you tearfully whine, “want more.”

Jungkook leaves a gentle little smooch on your pussy before he goes back to business. His hot tongue slips right into you pushing past your tight rim. Your lips fall open in a small ‘o’ as you shudder, he’s flicking his tongue upwards against your g-spot repeatedly. You scramble to get a hold of him with your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Mmm,” you push his head against you and sigh when his nose accidentally bumps into your clit, “...daddy—” You cry out when the pleasure gets too much and you curl into yourself from the sensitivity.

Jungkook freezes under you, he pulls away and climbs over you with your legs falling from his shoulders. “What did you say?” His eyes narrow, they’re dark with hunger and lust. You look up at him through bleary eyes and giggle instead of answering. Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, relishing in the moan that bubbles out of your throat, “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” He chuckles breathily, “Go on then, tell me what you just said now.” He squeezes gently and runs his thumb over your lips, it’s nothing too drastic but it serves as a reminder.

Your tongue darts out to run over your upper lip seductively, “Would you rather I called you sir? Or Mr Jeon?” You breathily giggle, “Does it turn you on laying me out here in the open for everyone to see?” You whisper as your lips wrap around his thumb, you suck with a low lewd moan.

Jungkook cusses under his breath, “Fuckin’ hell.. Nothing but a straight demon, look at you, jesus.” He bites his lip and pops his wet thumb out of your mouth, “They can look all they want but this pussy’s mine,” he cups your cunt with his free hand, “daddy’s gonna have you all dolled up with a little collar so people know who you belong to.” He smirks.

You mewl at the thought of him putting you in a collar as you eagerly paw at his slacks, “Please daddy,” you slur out, “ ‘m so wet for you. Aren’t you gonna be nice and give me what I want? Or do I have to find someone to do the job for you?” You grin deviously.

Jungkook’s cock is out within seconds after hearing that, he slaps the wet tip over your clit in soft taps. He listens to the wet squelching your cunt makes, it’s like music to his ears hearing how soaked you are. You let your legs slip open wider as he crowds you while slipping his cock between your folds. The tip catches on to your hole and prods at you, “Please,” you whine softly, “wan’ it in,” you buck your hips so more of his cock pops into you.

“Shit, relax for me baby.” He sighs as he slips his cock inch for inch slowly. His cock fits snug in your tight little cunt, you struggle a bit to house the rest of his cock inside of you but eventually he bottoms out with a small smack. “There you go,” he moans in bliss, “doin’ so good for me.”

You shudder at the praise and stare up at him with puppy eyes, “Don’t want it soft and nice daddy—want it fast n hard.” You hook your arms around his shoulders and bring him down for a sweet gentle peck, “You’ll give me what I want, right daddy?” You bat your lashes at him.

Jungkook groans shakily, “Fuck yes—I’ll give you everything you want baby.” He pumps his cock in and out of you, “Gonna have you dripping in diamonds.” He gasps as his hips roll forward with each time being a little more rougher than the last.

His movements cause you to lightly bounce in place under him, you can only moan and whimper as he drives his cock in and out of you. Your pussy hugs his cock tight when backstrokes making it a bit hard to fuck into you. He shoves his hand between the two of you and presses down on your clit with his thumb causing a loud cry to escape your lips.

“Harder..!” You rasp out and throw your head back. Jungkook wastes no time in diving in to bury his face between your shoulder and neck, leaving a mess of hickeys and love bites in his wake.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he gasps, “ ‘s like this slutty little pussy was made for me.” He fucks into your rougher and makes sure to press in deep each time he bottoms out.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, you dig your nails into his shoulder and curl your legs around his waist tightly. “S-So good,” you gasp. His fat cock fills you up just nicely and rubs up against every sensitive spot inside your cunt. You can feel every throb and vein on his cock as he fucks away mindlessly.

Jungkook tilts his face to messily slot his lips against your own, he slams his hips upwards rather harshly. Each punishing thrust leaves you shaking and mewling for more, you weakly hold on to him for dear life and try not loosen your grip on him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites teasingly as a low whine escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you baby? Got myself a little painslut don’t I?” He purrs low while circling his hips and letting you feel every inch of his cock.

You hiss softly and hide your face in the soft cushioning of the couch, you’ve long blocked out the music in favor of focusing on two things: Jungkook and the wet noises your cunt made. You could feel dollops of slick run down your taint and between your ass cheeks. His cock was drenched in your wetness, everytime he pushed back in a loud squelch was followed shortly after.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock baby? Gonna make it nice n messy for me?” He huskily whispers, “C’mon baby, answer me.” He lightly slaps your cheek forcing you to look at him.

“Y-Yes,” you softly gasp, back arching when he strikes your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yes what?” He licks his lips.

“Yes daddy.” You whimper out. Jungkook captures your lips in a heated kiss and then proceeds to slam his cock in and out of your battered pussy.

You hug him tightly while messily kissing back as his cock slips in and out of your gaping cunt. He pulls out to the very tip before slamming back in and repeating the process over and over. Loud wet smacks are heard but you’re too cock drunk to see (or care) if anyone is looking. Before you even realize it, your cunt squeezes tightly around him and you cum with a loud cry. Your pussy absolutely gushes around him.

Jungkook groans low in his throat, he comes to a halt and simply grinds his cock into you. He feels more slick coat his cock until he’s covered in slick. He throbs at the sight of your trembling thighs and presses his cock in, letting his creamy cum fill your pussy up. You both slump into each other, he pants heavily and just lays there with his body covering your own.

“Got all night baby,” he murmurs in your ear while kissing the side of your head, “why don’t we get a little more comfortable in my bed, yeah?” He whispers.

You turn to press your lips to his, “Mmhm,” you pull away as a string of spit follows, “gonna give you a REAL show daddy.” You softly say.

Jungkook chuckles quietly, “I’m sure you are.”

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[naturesapphic]

I lovedddd the lunch interview fic sm! do you think ur able to write a continuation of it? like smut about the experience she was talking about (her first time w reader) and the reader is guiding billie through it? :)

First Time

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff

Sequel

A/n: 1600 words!!! 😎🙏🏻

Billie and you have been together for about six months now and it’s been the absolute best. You’ve had a girlfriend before but it never lasted long enough to where anything sexual happened but you’ve had hookups before. Billie had hookups to, they were with men, but she never had a first time with a woman before. So when the two of you were on the couch, making out, things were getting heated fast.

“B-Billie…f-fuck…” you moaned out softly as Billie pulled away from your lips with a pop and went to your neck, suckling on the skin. She started leaving hickeys all over your neck and she started going down to your chest. Billie looked up at you and you could see how nervous she was. “C-can I take your shirt off?” Billie asked shyly and you felt yourself smile, knowing that this may be the first time y’all will have sex.

“Yes you can take it off. Are you sure you’re ready bills? I don’t want to rush you.” You explained to her as you went up and brushed some of her hair away from her face. She leaned into your touch and nodded her head at your question. You pulled away so you can take off your shirt and you felt Billie’s eyes stay on you the entire time. “Let me help you with this mama…” she whispered as she gently took your hands away from your bra and glided her hands on your back.

She unclasped the bra and slowly took it off of you, your breast falling free. Her eyes grew hungry at the sight of you already and you weren’t even fully naked yet. Billie took your breast in her soft hands and started massaging them gently in her hold. You let out a whimper and you bit your lip. “So beautiful…I love your tits babygirl…” she breathed out as she let them go but licks her lips as her mouth grows closer to your nipples. “May I mama?” She asked as she looked up at you.

“Billie baby you can do absolutely anything you want to me.” You told her and she smiles. She leans down and takes your nipple between her plump lips, suckling on them softly. You felt your panties get damp at the pleasure you were already receiving as Billie is sucking on your breast. Billie kept switching nipples and by the time she was done, you were a moaning mess. She pulled away from your nipple with a pop and licked her lips as her gaze shifted up to your eyes.

“You taste so good…I need more..” Billie rasped out and she sat up with you on her lap and made sure your legs were secured around her waist. You let out a squeal at the sudden movement and giggled when Billie ran up the stairs up to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open and gently laid you out on the bed. Realization hit her features and she immediately got all shy which made you coo at her. “Baby it’s okay if you aren’t ready.” You said as you sat up and looked at you with a smile.

Billie shook her head and went closer to you. “No I want to…it’s just…this is my first time doing this…” she explained and your eyes soften at her confession. You stood on your feet and wrapped your arms around her neck. “Don’t worry baby…I can guide you through it okay? Do you want me to pleasure you first or do you want to pleasure me…” you said as you unwrapped your arms and placed your hands on her chest. “I really want to pleasure you…I’ve been thinking about doing it for so long mama…” Billie whispered as she pulled you closer to her by your waist.

You nodded and decided to tease her further by stepping back and looking at her with fake innocence in your eyes. You slowly took off your sweatpants, revealing your baby blue see through thong that made Billie’s eyes widen. “Fuck baby…” she rasped as her eyes stayed glued to your lower half making you blush. You slowly pulled down your underwear and threw it at her making her catch it. You smiled when she placed your thong in her Jean pocket and crossed her arms as she kept watching you.

You turned around and started crawling on the bed, making sure your ass was popping out as you crawled to the headboard. You turned over so you were laying on your back and you lifted up your hand, making a come closer movement with your finger. Billie immediately crawled over to you and was on top of you, she immediately leaned down to capture your lips in hers in a hungry kiss. You wrap your legs around her waist and you moaned in the kiss of your bare pussy rubbing against the material of her jeans. Her tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for permission and her gladly gave it to her.

You opened your mouth and let her tongue invade your mouth, not even fighting for dominance, just letting her take control. Her tongue was exploring all in your mouth as you started grinding your throbbing pussy on her. She smiled in the kiss, feeling you hump against her and she pulled away from the kiss. You gently take her hand and put it on your wet folds and told her to start rubbing. Her index and middle finger starts to rub over your folds until she parted them and went to your clit instantly making your hips jerk.

She smiled and watched your face contort in pleasure and it was all done by her. “W-what do I do n-now?” Billie asked shyly and you bit your lip. “E-enter a finger I-in m-me…just like if you were m-master bating b-baby.” You explained to her and she nodded her head. Of course that’s how you do it she thought, she was just so nervous that she’s not even thinking straight. Her index finger glided down to your entrance and pushed her way in making you moan loudly. “F-fuck!” You breathed out as Billie starts pumping her finger in and out of you. She gives you a smile and admires you as you lay there in complete bliss.

“Do you want me to add another finger mama?” Billie asked you and you nodded your head eagerly making her chuckle. She adds in her index finger which made your arch your back at the fullness you were feeling. “I-I’m g-gonna cum!” You moaned out as your legs started to shake and your eyes clamped shut at your orgasm approaching. Billie’s lips grow into a huge grin at your words and feels pride in them. “Cum for me babygirl…come on…I need to taste you..” she says lowly and that added fuel to the fire because in the next few seconds you were cumming hard on her fingers. She pulled out her fingers and instantly put them in her mouth, sucking on them until your juices were clean off. She moaned at your taste and went between your legs as she starts cleaning you up with her tongue.

You moan out as she spreads your thighs farther apart as she slurps your juices. She moans into you making you moan louder by the vibrations and she smirks against you. Her warm long tongue soon enters your pulsating hole and you felt your body arch at the sensation she’s giving you. Billie starts to tongue fuck you and you swear you start to see stars. You grab onto the back of her head as she fucks and eats you like you are last meal. Your legs were shaking again and she felt your walls close in on her tongue and she moved her nose that was on your clit and that’s what set you off.

You came all in her mouth and she starts cleaning you again but you had to push her head away, whining at the sensitivity you were feeling. She pulls away and has a sheepish smile on her face as she lays beside you in the bed. “Sorry baby…didn’t realize that you were getting sensitive.” She said and you smiled tiredly at her, cuddling into her as she wraps her arms around your warm body. “Did I do good mamas?” Billie asked nervously. Your heart melted and you cupped her face in your hands making her smile. “You did absolutely amazing baby. I never came so hard and fast in my life.” I say smirking and Billie’s whole face gets red from blushing.

“I’m glad I did good…I’m definitely going to be tasting you more later…but you need your rest.” Billie said with a smirk and this time you started to blush. You shook your head with a smile on your face and laid your head on your girlfriend’s soft plush chest. “I love you y/n…thank you for trusting me and guiding me through it.” She said thanking you. “Of course…I’m honored to be your first time and when we wake up IM going to be pleasuring you.” You said with a smirk at the end and Billie giggled. “We’ll see who wins first princess.” She said teasingly and you smiled and closed your eyes, the two of you falling into a deep sleep in each others arms.

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enoyed it! I WORKED HARD ON THIS SO BLOW IT UP WOOP WOOP! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all. A bunch of Billie fics coming out ;)

[lady-ashfade]

Strawberry Bunny

Day 4 of celebration marathon

Yandere class 1A x bunny!hybrid!fem!reader

-£ ask: “Yandere mha reaction with Strawberry Bunny reader in their bunny form” I was telling them about this so they requested it for this marathon @serxinns

-£words: 1k

-£ warning: yandere behavior, readers fur color being pink and white, bunny from coral island, short fic.

no one knew were you hid yourself at random parts of the day, one minute you’re there and the next you’ve disappeared.

the class was overbearing in your normal form, constantly picked at your cheeks and touching your fluffy ears. no one cared how flustered you got, they’d just coo and continue to baby you. the girls found it comforting to have you on their laps and play with your ears, even enjoying to watch you eat with your nose twitching.

however, todoroki was part of that train. you were his source of comfort when he was angry or needed a break.

Mina liked to dress you up in pink clothes, Tsu would be there taking pictures with Ochako.

deku knew about your quirk front to back like everyone else in his notebook. which foods refilled your energy, how often you took naps, were to scratch your ears. he knew everything about you, good and bad.

however none of them had ever seen you as a bunny. the small animal you turned into made you shy and skittish, and you wanted to rest without your friends petting you. even your teacher, aizawa had never seen you like that before.

“guys,” denki put down the switch in his hands while his friends payed attention to different things. Bakugo and kiri fighting over the game on the tv, Jiuro looking through a magazine while Mina watched tiktoks with her feet rested over kiri.

“do you guys hear that?” the only one to turn their heads was jiuro. She looked around and tried to listen but the boys yelling blocked her from hearing anything.

“No, no,” denki got up from the bed , “it’s whimpering, and it sounds like a animal.” Mina looked up to the boy jumping over her. this caught her attention at the word animal. she placed her phone down and lifted herself up to follow him.

“What animal would be in the dorms? Do you think koji has one?” it wasn’t a bad guess really, the boy did it often.

“Where the hell are you guys going?” The angry blonde shouts while still staring at the tv and smashing the controllers in his hands. “Bring me a coke if you’re going to the kitchen.” Kirishima asked while doing the same as his friend.

they hummed and exited the room and they heard the sound get louder, just outside their door was a vent at the top of the wall. They heard squeaky. Their eyes fell on a small fluffy animal with pink and white fur, the legs kicking around to try and stay in the vent but was close to falling.

“That’s weird,” denki titled his head when he noticed something familiar. You had the same patterns on your ears, he knew them like the back of his hands.

“Don’t just stand there!” Mina elbowed him and jumped forward to help the animal stuck, she tried to reach for it but was to high. “It’s okay little buddy, Mina’s got you!” She tried to soothe the thing but it just got more intense with it’s kicking.

but it didn’t help them, when they started to panic their body started to fall back and the small feet started to kick them off the walls.

you started to squeal and pray you could get back up but you weren’t ever that lucky. so you feel down and Mina was quick to catch you and hold you close. you tried to get away but she didn’t let you go.

“it seems so scared,” she coo’d and looked over your bunny form, “what do you think spooked it?”

She didn’t get a response as denki just looked at you. The gears in his head spinning and it only took a moment before his eyes went wide while looking into your eyes.

“It’s y/n!” he shouted excitedly and tried to reach for you but mina turned and held you close.

“No! I got her first! She came to me.” She started to pet your fur. The mention of you made her protective and clingy. and now that you were a hopeless little bunny, she couldn’t let you go!

“Not fair,” he pouted, “I heard her cries! It was me, so give her to me.”

the whole class heard them argue, and you whining to be let go. soon the students exited their our rooms and find them in the hallway, even the students below. they found you in her arms as a bunny. now everyone started to fight at who got to hold you since they have never seen you like this before.

some tried to steal you away. So you were going from classmate to classmate. You hated it. This was the reason you didn’t want to show them!

as they all fought they didn’t notice their teacher approached and readying his quirk. sero got to you and made a run for it but he was met with Aizawa standing their with his scarf and his eyes glowing red. He looked deadly and ready to fight a villain.

“Give her.” He demanded and sero was quick to obey. Once aizawa had you he walked off to his room leaving them disappointed and upset. iida and Tsu tried to calm everyone down but missed your presence.

once you were back in his room he placed you down, “you okay kid?” within seconds you transformed back into your human form. you sighed.

“No, I just wanted some peace and quiet. I took a wrong vent and got caught.” he hummed and patted your head.

“all you have to do is ask and I’ll tell them to back off, or you can come here and rest.” He threw a blanket over himself and yawned.

“I off all people know how much naps help.”

you nodded your head, “can you lift me into the vent again?” he groaned but complied to your request.

once you were back into your bunny form he lifted you into the vent and you ran off, your little footsteps echoed off the metal. you went back to your dorm and locked your door, then went under your bed to the nest you made for yourself.

but the underlying problem was that when you went to class the next morning they would all be all over you.

[milkywaydrabbles]

number 7 and 9 from flufftober list with alucard 🥺 baby boy is the prettiest man who ever lived and we gotta told him everyday

A/N: I swear one day I'll be able to make my fluff drabbles as long as the smut ones I'm still trying ;; I love Adrian Tepes with my whole heart I say it after every flufftober I write about him but I MEAN IT! Hope you like mwuah

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep” “You’re the most beautiful being on the earth” x Alucard

Unnerving. That’s how Alucard would describe how you’re looking at him right now. He’s caught you staring a few times already. Normally he wouldn’t mind it, finding it rather adorable. But you’d be staring at him for what felt like hours now. Sighing every few minutes. Alucard tried to ignore it the best he could, really, he did. But how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on anything at all when he felt your eyes boring into his soul. He sighed, giving in and closing the book in front of him. “Darling, you’re staring.”

“Mhm!” 

....

He anticipated more from you, not just a nod of affirmation and a smile. Okay then.

-

Alucard continued his day, and you yours, going about his duties within the village and you doing the daily chores around the castle (he always begged you to relax for a day, leave him something--anything--to do, but you never listened.) He’d swing in and check on you every now and again, and you’d just stare with a dreamy look on your face. Ignoring that. You’d talk to him while you washed clothes, yelling into the other room about some gossip you heard while he studied new defenses to put up around the village. Then the second he stepped into the room you grew silent, dopey smile on your lips. He thought he would burst, until you finally, finally, spoke up about it.

“I could just stare at you forever.”

....

“Creep.” You cackled, he continued. “That’s exactly what you’ve been doing. All day. I was starting to get worried I’ve forgotten something important and you were just waiting for me to notice.” Really, he was worried. Your laughter died down, hanging the rest of the clothes to try before bouncing over to the dhampir, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a chaste kiss. “Can’t help but to look at you, so handsome~” You cooed, peppering kisses all over his face. He smiled, chuffed to bits, and picked you up in his arms bridal style. You squealed, your giggles filling the air around him. Alucard spun you around, wanting to hear more of your happiness. It made his heart grow warm. “What are you going on about, silly girl?” You kicked your feet, leaning your head on his shoulder, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “Feeling very lucky these days, is all. I don’t think I tell you enough that you’re pretty.” 

That made him bark out a laugh, beginning to walk out the wash room with you still in his arms, making way to his study again to have you sit on his lap whilst on the chair. “I think you tell me plenty, sweetheart.” Alucard kissed your forehead, and then your cheeks, and then your nose for good measure. You sighed, melting into his arms and running your fingers through his silky locks. “No, I mean it, you’re so pretty. Beautiful even!” You sat up straight, taking his face in your hands. “You’re beautiful, Adrian. You’re the most beautiful being on this Earth. And I’m so lucky, to be yours.” Alucard let out a shaky breath. You’re always so appreciative of him, really, you are. But each and every time he hears you wax poetry about him it takes his breath away. He never considered that he would make you feel the same way you made him feel. Even though that’s a silly thought, sometimes it was difficult to remember that you loved him. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine anyone loving him.

But you reminded him each and every day.

“Correction, darling--I’m so lucky to be yours.” Alucard tipped your head back, pouring all his love and affection into the kiss. He wanted you to feel his emotions deep in your bones, enough that your marrow would turn to love itself. He kissed you until you pulled back to breathe, and he kissed you some more after that. “Adrian,” you started with a breathy laugh gently holding his jaw.

“We’re lucky then, together.”

[6okuto]

HE'S NOT SPECIAL

suna x gn!reader | won’t lie. was Fully thinking of miguel o’hara while writing this. i left it vague so u can project anybody though. LOL

suna’s been glaring at you wrapped in a blanket on your phone for the past 10 minutes.

a blanket in one of your favourite colours that you love that he—your boyfriend, he comments to himself—bought for your birthday.

a blanket you’re now kicking up every 15 or so seconds as you loop edits of something, someone, that’s caught your attention more than him in his time of need.

“babe.”

“hm?”

you don’t turn to him when you respond, you don’t pause the video or even lower the volume. rintarou huffs before climbing under the blanket with you.

his arms wrap around your stomach, and he rests his forehead against the back of your head. for a second he could almost forget you weren’t paying attention to him, until he hears you make a noise—a squeak? squeal? giggle? at a new edit you’ve found.

this time, instead of ignoring it, rin lifts his head to watch with you.

“this is who you’ve been posting recently, right?”

he knows he’s right. he pays attention to everything you talk about.

“yeah, isn’t he so handsome? oh my god when he says—” the character’s voice line cuts you off, and you let out another noise before slightly rolling forward and kicking the blanket again.

your boyfriend debates whether he should be offended or find your reaction endearing. (in an offensive way.)

“i could do that.”

“do what?”

“say the thing he said.”

you don’t respond for a few seconds before breathing out a confused laugh. “...okay?”

“he’s not special.”

this time you really laugh. “okay?”

“why don’t you kick your feet when you watch me?”

“what—hey, you don’t know that i don’t,” you protest, finally turning to look at him. “are you pouting?”

“no.”

he is. he has been the entire time, he notes, as he forces himself to stop. you put your phone down and jokingly coo, reaching to squeeze his cheeks. “aw, you’re jealous—”

“no i’m not. that’d be dumb.”

“my rin’s jealous,” you sing-song, and rintarou almost hates how his heart jumps at the way you call him yours. he glares at you while you squish his face together and you laugh again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll stop watching edits now.”

still smiling at him, you let go of his face and hug him back. then you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips and rin relaxes into it, fingers ever so slightly pressing into the small of your back after successfully getting your attention back.

you pull away to murmur a few inches away from his lips. “just for the record, i’d still pick you over him.”

rin huffs warm air against your skin before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, content. “good.”

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[rinawantstosleep]

"Hot stuff!" Megumi giggles, the palm of one tiny, lather-covered hand pressing against the tip of your nose. The little one has recently been learning to speak, and, consequently, he's been picking up on the words said around him in the house. Most of those words come from Toji, who unabashedly calls you all sorts of pet names under the belief that Megumi's far too young to understand the context behind them. Apparently, he was wrong. But, really, he should've known better than to go around calling you 'hot stuff' in front of someone so tiny and impressionable. ��

"What did you call me, baby?" You have to ask, a lilt of an amused laugh in your voice. Your eyes flicker momentarily over to Toji, who's leant against the doorframe of the bathroom, lips pursed in an attempt to prevent himself from howling out in laughter. He gives you a teasing shrug, one that's so lazy and effortless. 'Oops. My bad,' it says - even if he secretly finds this hilarious. 

Megumi squirms around in the bath for a few seconds, grabs two handfuls of suds, and then pats them onto your bare shoulders, trying to dress you up. Eventually, when the bubbles just end up cascading off of your wet skin, he lets out a small huff, bottom lip trembling and jutting out before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and snuggles up to you in the bathtub. 

"Hot stuff. Papa call you that." It's a small, adorable little mumble. Judging from the way you keep smiling, Megumi assumes he's said something right. Even his papa is now laughing. That must be a good thing, right? So, Megumi erupts into another fit of giggles, now pulling back and letting his little hands mess up your shampooed hair. Bath-times with his mama are the best! 

"Does he, now?"

Megumi nods his little head. He does! He can even name all the times he's heard Toji call you that name. It'd be too much to count one by one on his little fingers, but he knows there have been a lot of instances. There was that one time in the kitchen when you were feeding Megumi his breakfast. Toji had come up right behind you, one hand pressed firm against your belly and the other resting against Megumi's high-chair. 'You won't spoon-feed me breakfast, too, hot stuff?' To which you'd laughed and turned back to give Toji a little peck on his cheek.

Or, or! Megumi even recounts the time the three of you were cuddled up on the couch for movie-night. He'd been sitting on his papa's lap, just like he mostly prefers to, and eating the popcorn out of his little bowl. 'Pass me a napkin, would you, hot stuff? Baby's gonna get popcorn grease all over the couch at this rate.'

While cooking dinner together, while snuggling in bed together, while out in the garden picking little flowers to decorate the small vase on the dining table with. All of these times, Megumi's heard some form of endearment slip past Toji's lips - voice so absolutely smitten as his hands latch onto you. 

"Papa call you that all the time. Why?" His head tilts in confusion. As far as the three-year-old knows, you're mama. Your name's mama! He doesn't know why his papa would call you anything but. 

You have to stifle a laugh, cooing at his innocence. Even Toji can't resist the sight, and he's come up to the two of you, kneeling down next to the bathtub and combing a hand through Megumi's soaked, green apple-scented, shampooed locks. "Well, I love your mama too much, and that's how I show it."

That seems to be enough of an answer for Megumi. He loves you lots, too. So, the fact that his papa does things for you because he loves you is a concept well-grasped by the little one. Even Megumi does a plethora of things for you out of love. Drawing little doodles of you to hang up on the fridge is just one example of that. "Oh. But I love mama more."

That earns him a little ruffle of his hair from Toji, making the little one squeal out in glee as he kicks his feet around in the water. "Of course you do. You're her little sweetheart, aren't you? But don't go around calling mama 'hot stuff' again, okay? That's only for me to do."

Megumi looks at you, almost like he needs confirmation from you that only his papa is allowed to call you that. Obviously, he's a well-behaved kid and knows to listen to what his parents tell him to do, but when the two of you are present, he needs the dual assurance. 

"That's right, baby. Only papa can call me... that." 

"I not allowed to?"

"No, baby. You're not."

Megumi pouts for a few seconds, hating that he's been left out of this fun little name-calling thing that his papa is allowed to do. However, all of that completely erases itself from his mind as soon as he feels a hand playfully sloshing the tub of water he's in, creating even more bubbles. 

"Ah, papa! No do! You make a mess! And mama hafta clean it!"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

[blue-jisungs]

Hi! How was your day I hope it was good

Can I request enha reacting to their s/o kick their feet and giggle about the edits of them specifically speaking those Jake edits yk the ones with the giggle on top 👁️🫦👁️

But imagine✨✨

Their watching us lie in bed kicking our feet like a schoolgirl because of little old them and just teasing us

🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

getting caught fangirling over fan made edits of them ♡

a/n. hi!! my day was very fun so far, thank u for asking! :D i hope your day went fine as well!! i hope you enjoy this and sorry you had to wait for so long :(

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

oh boy

when he sees you giggling and kicking your feet he’s watching silently and debating whether he should say something

but when he realised it’s an edit of HIM

yup

“like what you see?”

“HEE– OH MY GOD–“ whoosh. pillow throw. score: his face

you try to convince him it wasn’t an edit of him but when it starts playing again, he’s sitting next to you and sending you a boyish smirk

“that pretty face isn’t mine? come on. you flatter me, angel”

dies

he will keep it to himself but he can’t help but tease you about it in private

and this may or may not be a huge motivation for him to go all in during concerts etc 🫠🫠

┆彡 JAEYUN [ 재윤 ]

jake knows the edit like c’mon

so once when he came home earlier and heard your squeals he got worried

rushing into your bedroom, slamming the door only to hear the “f…r…e… ak”LMAOSJKW

you stared at each other like deers caught in a headlight, the music looped

“what… are you watching edits?” jake stuttered and watched your face morph into embarrassment as he started grinning

jumping on tje bed to tickle you and coo about how cute you are, you’re sure the whole world will know about this

yea :)

he won’t shut up abt it i fear

you’re done 😔

and when you pout and whine, telling him to shut up, you can be sure he’ll kiss your pout away

only after adding how cute you look when you’re shy

┆彡 JONGSEONG [ 종성 ]

jay has been calling you from the kitchen for the past 10 minutes and there was no answer

so naturally he came to check up on you

leaning against the doorway, crossing his arms like the old man he is he observed you giggling into your pillow, kicking your legs

he stayed silent, smile growing on his face

suddenly you turned around and saw him, eyes growing wide

“i’m glad to see you all giggly but the dinner’s ready, princess” he hummed

by the way your cheeks grew redder, he was curious what were you watching

so during the meal he asked you

and when you stuttered “your edits”, he couldn’t help but smirk

he kept your secret to himself but obviously the way his ego boosted… >_<

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

to be frank you weren’t really secret about watching his edits

like you were sitting on a couch, he was playing mario cart and you were watching the edits

so when he heard you giggling and felt you kicking your feet… the cat kitty was curious

and a curious kitty is stubborn

so jungwon started peeking and asking what you’re watching

“well… okay, but don’t laugh at me” you whine when he threatens to tackle you

his eyes widen and his lips curl into a mischievous smile when you show him the edit

“i have that effect on you? aich, you’re so cute” jungwon giggles and smooches your cheeks

and he means it, you’re so so adorable his poor heart barely handles it 👹👹

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむら りき ]

um

yeah you can already move to another country and change your name

when riki catches you all giggly and squeaky he’s suspicious

so he peeks through your arm and lets out a dramatic, loud ass gasp and you know you’re done for 😀

screams, points finger at you, snatches your phone to show it to the members

makes your life hell

and literally gets confused when you won’t talk to him

“c’mon you’re so obsessed with me–!”

um yeah he’s sleeping on the couch

absolutely won’t let it go.

and when you say that you won’t his edits ever again he’ll beg you to not do that

“please nooo this is so cute keep watching my edits”

…sigh

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

you let out a giggle and mans is already by your side, snooping

he’s ready to accuse you of cheating (jokingly) when he sees himself on the screen

intense eye contact

and before you can make up an excuse, he notices that you have a whole ass playlist / folder OF EDIRS. EDITS OF HIM

“oh wow you’re so obsessed with me” pt2 but instantly begs for your forgiveness when you start rolling your eyes

will laugh at you for it at first

but then he asks you to send you edits of HIMSELF when you find a good one??? like actually???

so um yeah we stan a self aware king??

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

he’s on tiktok like i’m a firm believer of that

so he knows this n that right

“have you seen my–?” he walks into the room and sees you just rolling on the bed while squealing, the edit music playing “what are you watching?”

you freeze, almost yeeting your phone across the room

“i bet it’s edits of me” sunoo jokes and goes to grab the hoodie he entered the room for but when you don’t answer and go suspiciously quiet…

ding. a bulb lights up in his head.

“show me!!”

so you end up watching edits WITH HIM.

and dunno can’t help but gush at how cute you are and how easily you get flustered ^_^

he smooches your red cheeks, smile not leaving his lips

and ir kind of turns into couple activity ??? help 😭

and he makes edits of u and then shows then to u so you don’t feel sad that’s he’s the only one who’s getting edited 🥹

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist.  @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @mirxzii ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang ,, @nfrgirl ,, @crxzs

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

INDEX

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 21 - More Spontaneous | ‘Ours’

“Do you like the wawa, Teddy girl?” You cooed with a big smile seeing your little girl sitting on the first step into your pool kicking her legs splashing in the warm water. Was having a pool in the north of England the post logical thing? No, but it was fun during the times when you did get to use it.  Teddy was in the cutest frilly floral Zimmerman bikini. It was absolutely adorable. Her skin golden brown shimmering in the sun. You just wanted to eat her chubby little tummy, she was perfect in every way. Her beautiful pout turned up into a smile.  

“Mama! Like wawa!!!” She squealed. You giggled and pressed kisses to her cheek sporadically, keeping her close to you not letting her leave her seat safe on the step.

“I know you do. It’s fun, right? Want to go further out into the wawa with mummy and swim?” You looked at her and pulled her to sit on your knee. She nodded excitedly. You leaned over to the ledge and grabbed her little floaties. You pulled them on her arms and held her in your arms walking further into the pool. She swashed around trying her best to ‘swim.’  “Teddy baby, how did you get so good at swimming? Have you been swimming with daddy?” You asked her fixing your hold of her, rubbing your nose against hers as you bounced her up and down in your arms. 

“Dada best swimmy” She giggled, grabbing your face with her hands. You smiled at her, putting together she was attempting to tell you Trent was the best swimmer. Trent had been going out in your pool with her a lot since the weather turned. You took her to learn how to swim fairly early just for safety but they were having a great time together every time they could outside. They’d stay out there for what felt like hours until they would inevitably come inside and give you a wet cuddle and ask for something to eat. 

“Mama! Mama! Mama! Hungwy! Dada and Teddy Hungwy!” Teddy came in running with a big towel wrapped around her. Her wet feet slapping against the hardwood floors. You heard Trent follow inside sliding the glass doors back closed. 

“Are you? What do you want, Teddy bear? What can I make you for lunch time?” You asked her, scooping her up engulfed in terrycloth. “What about a cheese toastie, baby?”  You cooed. 

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what we want. Doesn't that sound yummy, Ted?” Trent cooed coming into the kitchen running his hands over his head. You smiled seeing him come in shirtless, still a little damp, looking drool worthy as his muscles contracted dropping his hands back down.

“Most, dada! Yum!” She squealed, reaching out for him again. You handed Teddy over to him, as if she hadn’t spent enough time with him yet today. They looked on as you began to make their lunch. You turned around to see Trent, beautiful and toned as ever, nuzzling his face into the crook of Teddy’s neck, peppering her with kisses, bouncing her up and down, eliciting all sorts of giggles from her. They were perfect. You pouted as you turned back to the burner. 

“Gonna say thank you to the best mummy, hmm?” Trent asked Teddy, pushing his nose against her cheek as he walked closer to you back around the kitchen island. He moved Teddy to one hip and used his free arm to pull you into him. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you by your stomach back into his chest. 

“Tanks mama.” Teddy cooed, pushing her lips out expecting a kiss. Of course, you gave it to her, pressing your lips to hers with a dramatic ‘Mwah!’ Not to be left out, Trent impatiently waited for his looking at you with his lips pushed out and pursed. You rolled your eyes and cocked your head back awkwardly to press your lips to his. Again, seemed with a ‘Mwah!’

You laid Teddy down for sleep and crawled into your bed exhausted. Trent had a dinner with Adidas down in London but he had planned to come back home later tonight. You wanted to wait up but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You had spent the better part of your day sitting out in your back garden by the pool with Teddy. You did absolutely nothing but just being in the sun all day chasing after her had you wiped. It was nearly 3 or 4 am when Trent finally made it back to your house. 

“I’m home, baby.” Trent whispered, crawling into your bed pulling you into him. You hummed his name and pulled yourself tight to him despite being fast asleep, instinctively his hands dropping to your ass underneath your flounce shorts. “Missed you so much.” He purred, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head. You nuzzled into his neck comforted by his presence.  Until you got a little too comfortable and found yourself on top of him cuddling up to him more and more, unintentionally rolling your hips to get settled. “Wanna wake up for me, baby? Making me so hard, right now.” Trent left out a breathy laugh. You hummed and just settled in your place. He shut his eyes and suppressed his groan. You had no idea you were even turning him on but you were and he was dying. He eventually fell asleep accepting his fate, eager for morning to come so he could too.  

“Good morninggg.” You cooed sleepily kissing his bare chest, happy with where you were waking up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up him, grinding your body on top of his. “Did you miss me?” You giggled nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck nipping at his sensitive warm skin. 

“Of course, I missed you, beautiful. Happy I’m back with my girl.” he cooed, kissing your hair. You began sucking on his neck as if setting off some sort of starting gun. “Want me to show you how much I missed you?” He whispered in a tone that sent shivers up your spine. He pulled your head out from his neck and held your face above his. He cupped your cheeks rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. You nodded. Your morning was spent in bed tangled between the sheets with him. Giggles filling your room when you finally decided enough was enough. Your daughter would be up soon and you needed to shower.  

“Get away!” You yelped wiggling out of his hold. “T! Let me go!” You giggled trying to break out of his arms tightly wrapped around you restricting you from getting into the shower. 

“Nah! Let me come with you, baby.” He dragged you by the waist in his direction. “Just shower with me. Take this off. C’mon.” He cooed peeling your his t-shirt off over your head. You made it through the shower eventually succumbing to Trent’s puppy dog stare, him joining you, naturally. It took longer than you probably would’ve expected but nevertheless you were finally clean and you had a slightly cheerier disposition the rest of the day thanks to him. 

“Gonna let me finally take you out? You asked me on a date days ago now.” Trent cooed cheekily coming up behind you in the kitchen. He placed his hands beside you on the counter in front of you caging you in, your back to his chest. 

“I did not ask you… You just were taking too long to ask me.” You quipped turning your head to the side to see a little bit of him. You turned your focus back to the fruit you’d been cutting up for Teddy. Trent shook his head and leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek with a sarcastic hum. “But also, we would need someone to watch Ted and its last minute now.” You cooed with a more realistic note.

“Oh, I am so so so sorry, I took so long.” He kissed your jaw now. “ We’ll figure it out though. C’mon, baby. Let me take you out. You can get dressed up in something pretty… then I can peel it off when we get home, huh?” He whispered the last bit just to you. He moved his hands from the counter onto your stomach pushing your top up a little. Dragging his hands over your bare skin. He moved his lips onto your neck. 

“Mmm maybe.” You teased him pretending to ponder if you’d want to go or not. He squeezed your waist with a hum impatiently awaiting your answer. “I don’t know, really…” You giggled before both of you fell into a fit of laughter as he pressed you for an answer incessantly kissing you all over, pinching and tickling your sides. 

“Dada no hurt mama!” Teddy yelled in her high chair looking incredibly concerned as you keeled over and tried to escape Trent.

“Oh, no no, baby. Mummy’s okay, she is just silly.” Trent stopped tickling you momentarily but still tried to maintain his tight hold around you though. He smiled at her. “She’s okay, promise.” He kissed your cheek in a more calm way to try to display it wasn’t as chaotic of a situation as you two had made it out to be.

“No! Teddy girl, help me! Daddy’s attacking me!” You giggled, breaking away from him when he switched his focus off of you. You ran towards her and scooped her up eliciting her own fit of giggles. Trent rolled his head to the side at your theatrics. “Don’t let daddy catch you! Run, Ted!” You yelled, putting her on her feet and running out of the kitchen with her following with a squeal. 

“Nah! C’mere. Going to get you, baby bear!” Trent cooed but gave her a minute to make her way out of the room before he purposefully ran up behind her, making his steps extra loud and grabbed her. He threw her over his shoulder and kissed her little legs flailing in front of him. “Gotcha, Ted. Now, where’d mama go?” He laughed very obviously being able to see you ‘hiding’ behind a pillar in your living room. He jogged over and you let him wrap his free arm around your waist clumsily. 

“Oh no! Ted, daddy caught us.” You feigned disappointment with a smug smile at Trent while Teddy continued her giggles loving the game you’d begun. Trent kissed your forehead with a loud ‘Mwah.’ before dropping Teddy from his shoulders down to his hip before he collapsed backwards onto the couch in your living room. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girls.” Trent cooed, kissing Teddy’s identical pout pulling her tight to him while she outstretched her arms to reach around his neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself into him, resting on his chest. You kissed his shoulder, swiping your thumb over Teddy’s cheek, admiring her pretty face as she continued to settle her heavy breathing after all the laughter. Trent had managed to convince Tyler to watch Teddy for the night, so you were fairly excited. You two needed a minute alone just to be together and not be parents. Trent was surprising you or so he said. You had no idea where you were going and he wouldn’t tell you which bothered you, more so because it was hard to figure out what to wear. ‘You look good in anything’ wasn’t exactly helpful either. Nevertheless, it was summer so you figured that’d be your guide point. You wore a Prada blue linen skirt with a navy tank top and bag from Bottega and a mule heel. It would have to do and you’d hope Trent would tell you if you’d need to change. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Trent cooed as you popped into the back of an uber. You looked at him with a cheeky yet annoyed smile. 

“Yeah, you did 10 times but you also still haven’t told me if what I’m wearing is okay.” You feigned annoyance and squeezed his bicep teasingly. He rolled his eyes at you. 

“Alright, alright, I won’t tell you again! Sheesh, baby.” He kept a straight face and feigned offense scooting in the back of the car slightly away from you. You pulled at his arm to bring him back but he stayed strong and leaned against the car window now opposite of you..

“Wait… No! You can tell me. Please.” You whined pulling at his arm. “Tell me I’m pretty…” You giggled childishly begging him. He tried to roll his eyes and keep his feigned indignation but he started laughing at you. 

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell you how sexy you are?” He slid over to you quick sliding his hands around your waist pulling you into him. He tucked his face into the crook in your neck placing wet kisses, sucking and biting on your skin. You couldn’t hold back the little laugh as his hands overzealously grabbed at you. “Yeah? You want me now? You just want me to gas you up all the time?” he whispered. He licked your ear nibbling at it as he tried to whisper dirty things to you the driver wouldn’t hear, squeezing you so tight you could barely breath.  

“Okay! Okay! Not anymore! Relax.” You giggled. “Enough, get off of me!” You squirmed in his arms. He pressed one more dramatic wet kiss to your cheek. You loved to pretend you wanted to get away but you both knew you loved when he was like that with you. You loved when he was silly and overly affectionate. You smiled at him and held his hand before you thanked the man and got out to see a restaurant you hadn’t been to in ages. 

“I haven't thought about this place in forever. I didn’t think you’d even remember it, you know.” You sat at dinner dragging your foot up his leg under the table temptingly. “What? We came here… almost 5 years ago, right?” You asked, swooning a little seeing his slightly more grown up face now compared to the one that first took you here..

“Baby… I remember absolutely everything we’ve done. We went erm… day 3 maybe 4 when you first visited because you were so obsessed with me.” Trent teased in a very confident tone, looking at you with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes but he took your hand in his. He pulled it towards him over the table. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. You were begging me to visit you. Get over yourself.” You giggled, removing your hand from his but he was quick to pull it back to him. He softened his gaze on you and you felt butterflies fill your stomach. “It was a good decision though to be fair.” You cooed softly, giving him a gentle smile in return. 

“In my opinion, the best one you’ve ever made.” He said sweetly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You hummed watching his fingers move over your skin by the candle lit table. 

“Not the yes I gave you?” You asked with a cheeky smile, squeezing his hand. 

“It’s up there but I don't know… seeing you in the stands for the first time, that just was different.  When you decided to come over I feel like I knew we’d get here.” He said earnestly, almost like he was unlocking his chest and opening up his heart to you in real time.  

“You thought we’d be getting married with a baby?” You looked at him a little surprised.

“Well, I hoped that’d be the case. I mean I fell in love with you on that first date.” You rolled your eyes. “Nah, you can believe me or no, but I was absolutely infatuated. It was game over for me. No one would ever compare to you. I wish I wasn’t such a melt about it but you got me. Then the weeks we were apart, all the time on the phone, all the letters and gifts. I don’t think I’d ever written a letter outside of maybe primary school and there I was writing my feelings on cardstock tucking it in with gifts to send you dreaming I could give it to you in person. I knew I loved you and I knew I wanted to be together. I think when I saw you at the match though.” He smiled and shut his eyes. He shook his head for a moment. “I don’t know it sounds mad and I know it’s corny so make your jokes but…” You squeezed his hand once more before you picked it up and kissed the back encouraging him, letting him know you weren't going to poke fun because this wasn’t funny, not one bit.  “I knew I wanted that view for the rest of my career. I knew I wanted to come home to you for the rest of my life, and I was absolutely certain I never wanted anyone else to have you. I wanted that girl up in my box to be mine. ” He picked his gaze that was fixated on your hands up and flicked his eyes at you. He could feel his heart falter a little making eye contact with you. You looked soft and serene, patient. 

“Oh…” You felt tears build behind your eyes so you blinked a few times to fight them back. “T, that's…that’s so sweet. Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cry.” You whimpered with a pout on your face. One tear tipped over the edge. Trent reached to you with his free hand and wiped his thumb over your cheek to catch it. “I was so scared that night. I was trying to be calm but I had no idea what I was doing. I was so scared that being back together wasn’t going to work but as soon as you wrapped your arms around me in the tunnel, I don’t think I ever wanted to leave, not for the rest of my life. Being embraced by you gave me a sense of home and security I’d never known.” You cooed with glossy eyes. He leaned over and kissed your lips. 

“It’s a forever thing, baby. Can’t leave me, alright? Always remember that. Always gonna take care of you.” Trent spoke sincerely.  

“You know, when I first saw you I thought I was so stupid for imagining you’d be a nice guy.” You sheepishly admitted to him recalling seeing him on the TV on the couch with your dad. 

“You weren’t thinking how sexy I was first?”  He laughed, flashing you a million dollar smile. You rolled your eyes and slapped at him telling him to stop with the jokes. “Yeah? Alright. Well what do you think now?” He asked you, moving his chair to sit closer to you. 

“I think you’re the nicest.” You whispered, cupping his cheek with you hand before you leaned in to kiss him. “And sweetest.” You kissed him again. “Boy I’ve ever met.” You giggled, pulling away from your final kiss.

“Only for you, baby. An absolute sop for you.” He laughed looking away from you recalling how down bad he’d been from day one. 

“I kind of hoped you weren’t a nice person, I think. I remember imagining a walk of shame leaving The Plaza the next morning and instead I ended up with a baby 5 years later.” You let out a breathy laugh. 

“I’m glad it ended up this way though but why’d ya hope for that?” Trent asked you curious why you would’ve wanted him to potentially not be nice to you. 

“I told you that our first night together, I just was so scared you would break my heart. You don’t think someone can possibly be that perfect.” You looked at him seriously. It was humorous but you remember feeling that way. 

You continued staring at his strong arm draped over you, his warm tanned skin looked so soft and rich, a white gold Van Clef Alhambra bracelet dangled off his wrist. He actually might be perfect and you felt a little sick at his flawlessness.

“And yet here I am.” He cooed cheekily with another priceless smile. He squeezed your thigh above your knee. You leaned your head on his shoulder. You outstretched your neck momentarily to kiss the soft skin of his. 

“Here you are, incredibly humble as well.” You teased him. Trent shuffled in his seat and pulled your head off of him. You looked at him confused why he’d move you when that was such a tender moment.  

“Humble but also very sorry about what’s been going on baby. I know it can’t always be perfect but the vibes lately, I never want that again.” He gave you a sympathetic smile that made your heart ache. You could see the hurt behind his eyes.

“Yeah. I agree, T. No, thank you. I feel much better when I’m with you.” You sighed with a pouty smile. 

“I feel really horrible about the necklace so… I did get it fixed up for ya.” You smiled and grabbed for the suede green box he had put on the table but he dragged it back from you before you could reach. You raised your eyebrow and then he bent over in between you two. He came back up holding another box, this one wrapped neatly with the Van Clef & Arpels packaging. Your eyes widened with intrigue. “It’s so you can layer it.” He cooed, naturally peaking your interest as to what it would be. 

“T…” You pouted peeling the paper off to open it. “You didn’t have to…” you got cut off once you opened the box to see a 20 motif Alhambra long necklace with diamonds matching your original necklace. Inside you were screaming and couldn’t wait to tell Winnie and Lauren. It was a extravagant buy. It was expensive to say the least. 

“And this one.” He talked over you before you could finish your sentence. He stacked another Van Clef & Arpel’s box on top of the other. You rolled your eyes with a smirk seeing a very cheeky smile pull on his face. It was beautiful. His dimples deepening. You looked down next to him and saw what was a stupidly large bag for a jewelry store so you sat back folding your arms and let him continue on knowing there was more to come. “And this one.” He placed another box, slightly different in size. You giggled. “This one too. Oh I actually fuck with this the most, I think.” You covered your face with your hands hiding embarrassed by him spoiling you. You shook your head in disapproval but of course you were excited for all these gifts.  Peeking to see how many stacked up

“Thank you.” You moved the boxes. After he placed the final one, maybe 6 boxes in total; a ring, a bracelet, earrings, a watch, a second or you guessed third necklace all stacked. “I love you.” You giggled inspecting the entire jewelry store that laid in front of you. 

“I knowww.” He sillily dragged out in song. He kissed your lips and you pulled away holding his face in your hands. 

“You’re very dumb.” You giggled before kissing him again in return. You shook your head at how ridiculous this was. He accidentally broke a necklace, he didn’t do anything to harm you. If anything, you were probably the one more in the wrong the past few days. You owed him a table full of jewelry.

“I knowwww.” He responded in the same way with a smile. You finished dinner and drove home. Trent was kind enough to carry the Van Clef shopping bag for you. Tyler had offered to take Teddy for the night so to say you were being handsy on the ride home was an understatement. To say you were touchy when you got home was an even bigger understatement. 

“You know you told me a bit ago that you wanted me to try to be more spontaneous…” You cooed walking backwards up the staircase pulling Trent after you. He had a cheeky smirk on his face listening to you intently trying his very best to stay calm despite the palpable tension between you two. You got to the top of the stairs and draped your arms around him. You kissed his neck and he groaned. You made it to your room and you pushed him on to the bed. 

“Wow, so bossy.” Trent smirked again looking up at you. He had his legs spread and he looked delicious. You walked to him, stood in between his legs as you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt pulling it over his head. He hummed with inquiry. He leaned back onto his hands behind him to continue watching you. You stepped back and unzipped your mini skirt and let it pool around your feet. Trent’s eyes widened. 

“I want you to the boss though.” You cooed in a quiet seductive tone. You peeled your top up over you and stood on display for him still in your heels. His jaw slack. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the vision of you. You wore lingerie a lot but this seemed more purposeful. You looked good to be fair. You were in a navy and black Kiki de Montparnase set that just hit right on you. You climbed over top of him and straddled his waist. His hands immediately on you, magnetized. 

“Mmmm baby, you look unreal.” Trent cooed, dipping his head to pressing feather light kisses onto your neck. “Fuck…Did I tell you how good you smell?” He ran his hands down your body, keeping his face nuzzled against your skin. Everything about you was sublime. This was nirvana for Trent. He leaned all the way back onto the mattress to lay down taking you with him. He shifted up the bed and then he heard something fall off of it. He pulled away from you momentarily and peered over the edge, bending awkwardly assuming it had been a phone or something mundane. “What’s going on?” His eyes lit in confusion and excitement identifying the item that had actually fallen. You smirked and pushed your hand against his chest telling him to sit back more and so he listened. 

“You got me Van Clef…” You dragged out the words. “And so I got you this to say I’m sorry.” You giggled while kneeling on the end of the bed after picking up a silicone toy that had fallen. “I’m going to put this here and…” You noticed his eyes gloss over as he watched you intently. Winnie had suggested you do this, naturally it was her idea. You weren't a big toy girl, nothing against it, but here you were sliding a silicone toy inside of you, one part covering your clit, and another bit reaching back to stimulate your other hole. 

“He just doesn’t strike me as like a neon dildo guy.” Winnie spoke to you over a Facetime as you both scrolled online on different sites trying to find something to ‘spice’ up your life. It’s not that you hadn’t messed about with things before or things weren’t going well in the bedroom, you just thought it’d be a little fun to lighten the mood after what had gone on between you two and make him feel good in the process.

“No…” you sighed, having a think about it. Frankly you weren’t that girl either. She laughed and sent you a link to something a bit more quirky in the sci-fi realm of sex toys. You rolled your eyes. “Winnie! I’m trying to be serious here!” You whined at her with a laugh trying to find something you’d actually want to use.

“Y/N, you’re trying to get T to fuck you… it’s not exactly mission impossible is it?” She teased you. “When was the last time you had sex” She asked, genuinely looking at you, taking her eyes off the website she was on.

“This morning…” You giggled embarrassed, hiding your face with your hands. Winnie rolled her eyes. You only proved her point but you were trying to say you were sorry and have fun with him, the last time you had sex wasn’t the point. 

“Are you listening?” You giggled breathily adjusting to the toy inside of you now. 

“I’m really trying, I promise.” Trent laughed and shook his head taken aback by the unexpected turn of your night. 

“and this is for you…” You tossed him your phone with the control app. His jaw slacked as you crawled towards him more. 

“What is happening right now?” He laughed with the most childish giddy smile on his face, just utterly taken aback and riddled with excitement. Usually if you had done these kinds of things before it was a bit more of a joint effort, something you had talked about and decided on together. 

“You told me to surprise you.” You whispered as you worked kisses from the side of his lips down his neck. 

“Fuckk. Consider me surprised.” Trent groaned as you palmed over his trousers. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a messy makeout but he was quick to flick his eyes open and over to the phone now in his hands. He turned the toy on and you moaned into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth blending with your own. You pulled away from his kiss and trailed your lips down his neck going to the spot you knew would make him weak. A soft groan left his lips again. You squeezed your thighs together trying to simultaneously bit your own lip to muffle your pleasure as he continued to play with the toy’s controls. You pulled off his trousers and boxers and freed his hard cock already leaking precum from its confinements. You flicked your eyes up at him. There was so much desire in your needy eyes Trent’s breath hitched. Your hand wrapped around the base of his length letting your spit drip from your mouth onto him. You dragged your tongue from the bottom all the way back up to the tip. You circled it before you took his whole cock in your mouth, pushing it all the way back into your throat. You bobbed your head in perfect repetition. Trent losing focus on the app only making the sporadic vibration patterns and interchanging levels that much more of a tease. You could feel yourself dripping down the inside of your thighs as your one hand began to massage his balls. He whimpered and you smirked with your mouth full. Trent wasn’t too pleased about that so he dragged the toy’s to a place that had you almost letting out screams. Your squeal of surprise brought a genuine smile to his face. You shut your eyes in pleasure trying to focus on your task but were incredibly distracted by the pleasure. Your moans around his cock only getting louder as the pressure built in your stomach just as his high was approaching as well. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.” Trent’s breath was getting caught in his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and gently pushed you further down until he filled your mouth with his cum. He stilled and you pulled off of him with a smirk swallowing every bit of his release. He shook his head with a laugh but agile and fit as ever he popped right up pulling you down to the bed before he climbed over top of you. He kissed your neck then down to your chest. He unclipped and peeled off your satin and lace bra before latching his lips to your nipples. He continued playing with the vibrations of the toy edging and edging you over and over again. His index finger and thumb pinched at your free nipple and then he swapped his tongue for his fingers and his fingers for his tongue.  

“T… Please, baby. I need to cum. Please please, baby.” You whined. He had been edging you relentlessly. Just as you got close he’d slow the momentum of the toy’s vibrations or stop it all together. Finally, he sat back looking down at you predatory with the toy and lust burning behind his eyes. You were practically crying begging for it so he let you cum. As fun as it was to push, it was satisfying to see you like that and he wanted you to feel good also. His greedy smile had you weak. 

“You know, as much as I have enjoyed this, and trust me I really did, I’ve had enough. You need something much more suited for you, yeah?” He whispered coming in close to your face while his one hand dropped and removed the toy, placing it god knows where on the bed. You were absolutely drenched. He ran the tip of his cock  through your folds. He slapped it against your wet pussy a couple of times. You whimpered desperately craving him. He pushed inside you easily. Both of you gasping at the feeling. He bottomed out and waited for you to adjust before he began to move in and out. “I love you so much, baby.” He cooed, staring directly into your eyes. He began to move slowly reaching deeper than ever letting you know just how well he knew your body, the feeling was exquisitely perfect. No man could ever know you the way he did. Trent loved fucking you and there was some level of possessiveness that overtook him when he was with you. It turned you on a lot. Right now was no different,  the only thing running through Trent's mind was how he could mark you more as his. A baby… check, marriage…essentially a check, but what about another baby? With two kids surely you’d be more his.

“Oh, fuck, T.” You moaned as your back arched off the mattress taking all of him. He continued to hit the spot you loved that was just for him driving you mad. “Feels so good, baby.” Your hands gripped his biceps, nails leaving crescent shapes in his brown skin as his thrusts increased. 

“We should have another baby.” He whispered in your ear dropping to lay his body on yours slipping his hand in between you two playing with your clit. His fingers moved in precise tight circles. Your pussy squeezed him that much tighter. This was Trent’s heaven right here. You getting turned on more by the thought of him getting you pregnant again. “Make you a mummy of two, please, baby. Let me get you pregnant” He sounded so whiny as you clenched around him. You moaned as another orgasm came fast approaching. Your eyes rolled back. Your pussy began to throb until your high crashed over you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby. Please.” Your brain couldn’t even process what his question even was to begin with. To be fair, if he asked you this with a clear head at dinner you probably would’ve had the same answer. You’d do anything for Trent. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, alright? Doing so good, beautiful. Gonna fill you up.” He grunted as his thrusts became messy and unregulated before he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. He gently pulled out of you but was quick to push his two fingers along with his leaking cum back inside you for a few moments longer. “Let’s have another baby.” He whispered collapsing to the side of you with a giant grin pulling you into a cuddle. 

“Mmmm okay, T. I want everything with you. Just want to stay here, please.” You cooed resting your head onto his chest, running your hand up his abs. You did want a baby but you’d say anything to cozy up to him in this moment. 

“Keep you forever.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss. You woke up the next morning cuddled up to Trrent. You let him sleep in. Tyler told you he’d be over around 8:00 am. You checked your phone and it was about 7:45 am. You kissed Trent’s forehead and made your way to the en suite of your bedroom quietly to be sure not to wake him. You washed your face and tied your hair up. You pulled on a pair of Trent’s joggers and a tank top. You went down stairs and you sleepily walked into the kitchen turning on the lights of the house gradually on your way. You leaned over the kitchen island, resting on your forearms scrolling through your phone checking emails from your wedding planner confirming and coordinating. Tyler texted he was leaving his with Teddy so you waited impatiently patient for your baby girl to come home. You told him to knock because you knew the doorbell would wake Trent upstairs but you got too excited and decided to meet them outside. A short 15 minutes later you popped outside and watched Tyler holding Teddy walk up the pathway up to your front door. She was clinging to him looking incredibly sleepy but also so comfortable.

“Teddy girl, don’t you want to get home and see mummy?” Tyler cooed, swiping his thumb over her cheek. She nodded her head ‘yes’ but kept her eyes shut tiredly.

“Is that my baby?!?” You cooed in a sweet voice out to them as Tyler kept walking with her. Teddy was quick to lift her head off his shoulder. She whipped around to see you.

“Mama!!!!!” She squealed, eagerly wiggling to get out of his arms, her tiredness vanishing. Tyler laughed and placed her on the ground. “Mama! Mama! Miss!” She ran to you giddily, having to use her arms to help her get up on to each of the steps up to you. 

“Hi, my beautiful girl! Did you have fun?” You asked as you picked her up and held her up on your hip. You kissed her cheek repeatedly. She nodded to answer. “Can we say thank you to Ty for letting you sleep over?” You cooed, picking your head up to look at Tyler. She got out her best effort at it, sounding a bit more like tank than thank but it was the thought that count. 

“Of course. We had the best time, didn’t we?”  Tyler smiled and came to give you a hug. He kissed Teddy goodbye after you two caught up for a bit. You carried her back inside as she cuddled up to you, pushing her face against you emphatically. 

“Did you have a good sleep, Ted?” You asked her softly once back in the house. She told you the cutest sleepiest ‘yeah’ you’d ever heard. “Good, I’m glad, baby. Do you know who is still sleeping upstairs?” She looked at you with a furrowed brow at first but then her eyes widened with excitement. “Daddy is. Should we go wake him up?” You cooed. Teddy gave you another ‘yeah’ only this time with slightly more energy, pulling at your top to get more comfortable on you as you made your way back upstairs.  “Daddy?” You softly sang as you knocked on the door of your bedroom. “I found the cutest, sleepiest girl in the whole world who wants to see you.”

“Oh, my baby bear. C’mere give me a cuddle. I missed you.” Trent yawned, stretching his arms above his head before he reached them out to you,  sitting up back against the headboard. You placed her on the end of the bed on your side and let her crawl over to him. You climbed back into the bed following her. You cuddled up to Trent but got tired and stopped listening despite  the very adorable conversation ensuing. About a half hour must’ve passed when you started to doze a little further off. “Is mummy going back to sleep?” Trent teased squeezing your side. You giggled out a ‘no’ squirming away from his hands. Maybe you were but you weren’t now. “Who’s gonna make us breakfast?” Trent asked Teddy with the presumption it’d be you. 

“Dada!” She yelled to your delight and to his displeasure. You laughed and sat up some. You pulled Teddy into your lap. You smushed your cheek against hers and looked at Trent with a smug smile.

“Yeah, good girl. Dada should make breakfast for us.” You cooed in a teasing tone, holding your smile. Trent rolled his eyes and threw his head to the side less than impressed with Teddy’s response, throwing him into work this morning.

“Alright, anything for my girls. You want to stay with mama or come with me?” Trent pressed a kiss to your lips and then looked at Teddy. She let out another more rambunctious ‘dada.’

“Of course.” You rolled your eyes with a giggle. You’d felt much more secure in your relationship with your daughter but she was the dictionary definition of a daddy’s girl. It was no surprise she wanted to go downstairs with him. She was entertained when he did absolutely nothing. He didn’t even have to say a word and she’d giggle. So the morning alone with him, undivided attention, no training, just them, it was a dream.

“Can you say ‘bye mama we love you’ for me?” Trent asked her, pulling her back from you and squishing her cheeks together with one hand for a kiss before she could answer him. 

“Bye mama!” Teddy yelled loudly. It was early but honestly seeing her excited, happy, talking, it would never get old, it would never feel bothersome, not even the loudest of ‘mamas’. You’d do anything to see her in moods like this. 

“Bye, Teddy girl. Kiss, please.” You asked her, pushing your lips out for her. She leaned in and pressed her pout to yours. “Give one more.” You giggled holding her to you now. ‘Mmmmwah!’ you let out an extra loud sound with the last kiss and then proceeded to kiss her everywhere overzealously squishing her. Her giggles flooding out before they went downstairs.

You looked at Trent apprehensively in the car as he drove. He could sense your nerves. The tension in the car radiating from you was thick in the air. At a stop light Trent sighed and looked at you. He didn’t want to say anything yet, he figured he’d let you have the car ride in peace before he bombarded you with a barrage of support. He picked up your hand and laced his fingers with yours though. He picked them up and brought them to him, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He rested your hand in his lap now with his. You exhaled and shut your eyes when you saw the signage up ahead for the clinic you promised Trent you’d go and check out. When he parked you sat in the front seat for a moment with your elbows resting on your knees, your head in your hands attempting to compose yourself. Trent came to your side of the car and opened the door for you. He ran his hand up and down your back waiting for you. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You’re strong. We're just making sure you're healthy. Yeah?” You let out a measly ‘yeah’ in response. He kissed your temple. “I’m here the whole time. I’ve got you, baby.” He gave you a soft sympathetic smile when you finally mustered up the courage to look up at his brown puppy dog eyes. 

“Thank you for coming with me.” You shyly said before lacing your hand with his. Your other arm reached across you and wrapped around his bicep. You needed him with you. The times you’d gone to doctors, which was plenty, was always a fairly terrible experience. You were either with your mum who wasn’t all that empathetic, you were going against your will, or you were by yourself. 

“Not doing this alone, beautiful.” He cooed, holding the door open for you. You’d never been here before but even going to the waiting room was giving you ptsd from all your previous experiences at doctors appointments. Probably one of your worst qualities was your ability to pretend you were fine, you avoided medical help purposefully so when you were here, it really hit home that things had probably gone too far. You rested your head on Trents shoulder, doing your best not to cry. His arm was draped around you. The other still holding your hand in your lap. A nurse came out and called your name. Trent stood up with you but gave you a hesitant look to see if you wanted him actually with you in the room. You definitely did so he smiled and walked alongside you.

“I’m sorry we’re even here.” You looked at Trent sitting on an extra stool in the room while you hopped up on the examination table waiting for the attending doctor. He smiled at you once more. He shook his head disapproving of your apology. It wasn’t necessary in his mind. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay. You sat on the table for what felt like hours kicking your legs back and forth anxiously hitting the bench with your heels before Trent rolled over on the stool and put his hand on your knee to stop the annoying noise. “Sorry I’m scared.” You looked at him with a panic threatening to spill over your lash line in the form of tears. He kissed your knee and slid a little closer to you. 

“Do not apologize to me. I know it feels scary, but there's no need to be. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. We’re here to make sure you are healthy for yourself and for our family, and that beautiful little baby girl we have. It’s all going to be okay, I promise baby.” His voice was low and calm. Incredibly steady and sure. It put your mind at ease until the door opened and your heart began beating wildly in your chest. A knot in your throat immediately forming. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A woman asked. You nodded shyly. “Don’t be nervous, hun. It’ll only be a few simple things today so let’s just take a look and we’ll take things as slow as you like, alright?” She cooed sweetly. She performed a physical exam, taking your weight things like that before she reviewed some of your vitals, she took some blood to examine, and then a more psychological evaluation to learn more about your eating behaviors and beliefs. She was kind and gentle the whole time. A few tears definitely were shed though. “Most new moms experience postpartum ‘baby blues’ after childbirth.” The doctor began speaking and Trent was quick to leave his seat to come and be next to you. “I think of course, with your previous medical history, you have had an incredibly amplified response after the birth of your daughter. Additionally, when considering your environment and the high stress social factors you're under, it is quite a storm but the good thing is, storms do pass.” She continued and Trent felt like someone punched him in the stomach. This was his fear. He asked you if he made things worse and you said no but he knew that the environment you had been thrust into, his environment was a driving factor, and the doctor just confirmed it. It was and it wasn’t in your mind. Subconsciously you’d be going to his games absolutely panicked about what you looked like but it never clicked for you that it was something you wanted to do anything other than worry. You wanted to be good for him. It didn’t feel unhealthy and yet it most definitely was. 

“We’re going get you better, baby. Keep you happy and healthy.” Trent cooed trying to distract himself from his current spiral of thoughts as he drove you both home. You felt… okay. It was odd. It was validating to hear from the doctor and have the support of Trent but obviously they weren’t exactly the best things to have confirmed about yourself. 

“I love you, T. Thank you so much for coming with me. I want to be better for you.” You cooed sadly staring out the window not being able to look at him. In a backwards way you felt like you were disappointing him.

“Be better for yourself, alright? Teddy and I will always be there to support you, baby.”  He kissed your cheek at the next light. 

“I honestly don’t even feel like I want to go after everything.” You whispered to Trent laying on his chest. After a long day you had put Teddy down for bed and you decided to cozy up in the cinema for a movie. You had bachelor and bachelorette parties planned by your friends. “I just want to stay with you right here.” You pouted as you continued to whine to him. You weren’t doing things rigidly traditionally but you’d still planned small holidays with your respective friends a month out from the wedding. Yes, a month. Your wedding was in a month and you were getting increasingly more and more anxious about all the things you still needed to get done but ahead of that, holidays.

“Well, baby I think it’s pretty planned but I’ll see you right after. Will go by quick”   He kissed your head but he really was trying to focus on the film you were watching. The idea of going on a hen do with the likes of Lauren, Winnie and a few of your friends sounded like an amazing time but you also just were so terrified something like your night pre-webley would happen again. Both Lauren and Winnie assured you that wouldn’t happen. Trent did as well. He had even gone as far as to call Winnie and talk about making sure you’d be okay.

“They should go without us. We should just have our own holiday right here. Me and you.” You giggled. You propped yourself up on your elbows resting on his chest looking up at him. He gave you a soft sleepy smile. You returned it before you kissed his lips. 

“Oh yeah? What do you want to do on our holiday?” He hummed, switching his focus from the screen to you. Your angelic smile was more captivating than any silver screen. He kept his cheeky smile, one of his hands sliding down from the small of your back to your ass, the other picking up your chin. 

“Could just be us, stay in bed the whole time. I’d get to kiss you whenever I want.” You cooed nuzzling into his hand holding your face. He shook his head at how silly you sounded. 

“Baby, that’s literally us now. Every off day I have, we spend extra time in bed. You genuinely kiss me whenever you want anyway. That’s not exactly a holiday is it?” He cooed tilting his head looking for your recognition. You just smiled shyly. “If we’re going on holiday, skipping a stag do mind you, I’ve got rules.” You then tilted your head to the side looking at him with inquiry. “Rule one… need you by my side the whole time.” He began mapping out his ruled for Trent and Y/N’s fictional holiday at home. You hummed in agreement wrapping your arms around him and pulling yourself tighter to his warm body. ‘Second, most importantly, no clothes, none, if you’re with me, you’re without these.” He snapped the strap of your tank top back down on your shoulder. “You don’t need any of this” He spoke a bit softer now. 

“Rule three…” You cooed, interrupting him to fill in another mandate. He smiled at your interjection “You fuck me all day, every day.” You whispered in his ear coming to nibble on his earlobe. He let out a breathy chuckle. He squeezed you tighter to him, dropping his hand to join the other kneading the fat of your ass. 

“I can do that. What about at night? Anything you want every night from me?” He teased cheekily kissing your cheek. You pulled back and straddled his lap. You shrugged innocently. “I think I will fuck you all night too, yeah? Just to keep things balance, you know? What do ya think, baby?” He cooed with a cheeky smirk. You nodded. He pulled you by waist and wrapped his arms around your back in a bear hug aggressively tight to him. He rolled side to side bringing you with him. “Love you so much. So so much.” He grunted muffled into your hair. You could barely breath thats how tight he squished you. You giggled and attempted to wiggle away at first but you gave up knowing you could never out strength him. You laid limp and let him man handle you until he got tired and pulled your face to kiss your lips. 

“Get up!” Trent said fairly harshly as he slapped your ass while you laid half asleep still in bed. The morning light barely was even coming through your windows. You didn’t even know what time it was, that’s how early it was, you couldn’t even have a guess. 

“You’re in off-season. Go back to bed, you psycho.” You retorted with a groan, nuzzling further into your pillows. You pulled the covers up to cover you more but Trent was quick to fight you on it, holding the other end tight. 

“Nah, let’s go. We’re going to work out.” He said picking up your arm from beside you and pulling you. Your body slid along the mattress but you were dead weight. After you had gone to the clinic to meet the doctor she had discussed getting more into fitness for strength and stress relief. Creating a new and healthier relationship with working out aside from using it solely as a tool to lose weight. Trent’s eyes lit up because he knew this was something he could help with. 

“We’re not doing anything. You can go do that.” You grumbled trying to wrangle your hand free from him. This was something he was good at. He wanted to be involved and if there was one place he knew he would feel comfortable assisting in, it would be in a gym.  

“Come on! Gonna make you a real buff ting” He laughed using a bit of slang he probably wouldn’t use day to day but it applied and was funny. He was trying to be light and fun and not say ‘get out of bed, you’ve had a terrible month and you were told by a doctor you have to work out because you were getting widely unhealthy.’ He was far nicer than that though. He loved you too much. 

“I don’t want to be a buff ting.” You rebutted. He smirked at your American pronunciation of a very British phrase. You rolled your eyes unamused with his fascination with your accent. 

“Not having it, I’ll bring you down just like this. Nothing’s stopping me from just carrying you as is to the gym with me now so if you want to wear one of your cute little workout sets you better get up on your own.” He quipped tapping at your ass covered by the blankets. 

“You just want me in a cute little workout set.” You cocked your head to the side to look at him. He looked beautiful. He hadn’t put a top on yet. His shorts hung low with a pair of white crew socks on. Frankly, you just wanted to pull him back into bed and do some cardio there. 

“I do. I really do.” He cooed running his hand down your back over your butt, not without slapping your ass once more. You whined but he continued dragging his touch down the back of your legs. He got to your ankle and pulled, dragging your body physically down the bed. 

“T!!!” You wiggled helplessly. “Okay! Okay!” You fell into giggles. “I’m going! You're so annoying. Just let me change into the silly set you want to see and then we can go.” You looked at him with a stupid smile on your face and his face pulled into a smug grin letting go of you. He stood with his hands on his hips waiting purposefully impatiently and more than happily watched you peel your t-shirt off and struggle to pull a sports bra over your head.

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[cal-flakes]

can u do a bsf! rafe x reader

basically reader is drunk and she won’t stop asking for rafe so one of readers friends calls rafe on her phone and asks to come pick up y/n. then rafe takes her to his house since her parents would be mad. then she goes straight to his room and she asks him to change her clothes for her because she’s too tired

(they’ve done this before and they’ve been bsfs since birth)

╰┈➤ rafe to the rescue, again

warnings: alcohol consumption, undressing, mostly fluff.

summary: rafe’s the only cure when y/n gets a bit too drunk.

“no! i want rafe!” y/n shrieked as her friends crowded around her, trying to console her. drunken tears streamed down her face as she stomped her foot. “y/n, chill out, he’s on his way..” topper replied, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“he is?” she beamed, the tears suddenly subsiding as she sniffled. “yeah, he won’t be long, okay?” he assured, sitting down next to her. she giggled in delight as she kicked her feet, smiling ear to ear.

this was a regular occurrence when y/n went out without rafe, she wanted him and only him, and she wouldn’t stop yelling about it until she got him.

she lay her head on topper’s shoulder, patiently waiting for her best friend to arrive.

“ y/n?” he called, startling her as she opened her groggy eyes. “huh?” she mumbled, yawning tiredly. “you fell asleep, rafe’s here!” topper chuckled, placing a secure arm around y/n to help her up. “rafe’s here?” she shrieked, suddenly alert.

“i’m here y/n, it’s okay..” a familiar voice cooed, shooing toppers arms from around her and replacing them with his. “rafey! i missed you!” she giggled, falling into his chest.

“uh-huh, come on, home time..” he sighed, nodding at topper in thanks before guiding the deadweight girl to his car. “i’m so happy you’re here rafey..” she muttered, her eyes fluttering shut as soon as her head hit the passenger seat.

“well i’m here now” he rolled his eyes jokingly, secretly loving the nickname he pretended to hate so much, but only she could call him that.

“did you have fun?” he asked, pulling away from his parking spot after turning the keys in the ignition. “huh? oh, yeah..well, not really.” she rambled, exhaling deeply as a sickly feeling began to pool in her stomach.

“not really?” he questioned, recognising the familiar look on her face as he glanced over. “you gonna be sick?” he asked again, concern settling in to his features.

“no! i didn’t even drink that much!” she objected. so yes, she did feel sick.

y/n’s head swivelled as they pulled onto tannyhill driveway. “why are we at your house?”

“well, unless you want your mom to kill you for being drunk, and me for not stopping you from getting drunk, your best bet is staying here tonight” he explained, leaning against the car as he helped her out of it.

humming in response, rafe wrapped a strong arm around her waist as she stumbled inside, her heels clicking against the marble flooring.

helping her upstairs, he chuckled as she launched herself onto his bed, sinking into the covers. “rafeee!” she sang, turning to look at him as he set her bag down on his wooden dresser. “yes? what do you need now?”

she giggled at his attempt at feigning annoyance. “i need you to help me get changed, and! i can’t get my shoes off..” she whined, pretending to not reach her shoes to prove her point.

rafe turned to his closet, rifling through his clothes to find the specific pair of sweatpants and the hoodie she liked, muttering about how her pyjamas were in the laundry.

rounding the bed, he towered over her as she smiled up at him, pointing excitedly to the soft clothes in his hands. “you remembered!” she squealed, reaching to grab them. “of course, you complain when i give you anything else”

“whatever” she huffed, half joking as she crossed her arms over your chest.

rafe mentally cursed as he began shimmying her dress off, tugging at the sides of the slinky material, exposing her black lace set.

he closed his eyes for a second, re-gathering his thoughts before he continued helping her out of her clothes. he shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.

discarding of the dress, he unbuckled her heels too, also placing them beside the dress. “thank youuuu” she groaned, rolling over onto her front, forcing his eyes to meet her bare behind.

“y/n, turn over” he asked, turning his head away quickly, desperately attempting to shake the thoughts out of his head. she’s his bestfriend.

groaning once more, she turned back over, throwing her arms up in the air for rafe to slide the hoodie over her. “okay, back down now..” he ordered, pushing her gently onto her back.

raising her legs, he slid her feet through the sweatpants, tugging them up and tying them once they were on, ensuring they wouldn’t fall off.

“alright, your done. you want some water?” he offered, gesturing to the bathroom. shaking her head, she opened her arms childishly, opening and closing her fist, signalling him to hug her.

nodding his head, he shuffled onto the bed, settling behind her and pulling her in. he glanced down lovingly as she got comfortable, resting her head on his arm that was situated beneath her.

“night-night rafey..” she cooed, getting as close as possible before closing her eyes. “goodnight angel..” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“love you..” y/n whispered, falling into a deep sleep as light snores blew from her nose.

“i love you too y/n…”

[lethalchiralium]

Johnny was back in the morning, carrying a pack of furs and a bundle of meat, a smile on his face as soon as he saw his smiling little baby. You kissed her hair as he set down his bounty, he instantly scooped up his daughter who cooed at the sight of her dad.

“How was Missoula?” You asked as you pulled your shawl tighter around your torso.

“Damn borin’, missed ye ‘n the big one, an’ of course, my babe.” He kissed Claire’s forehead, she squealed in response. “Price sold a lot.”

You gently pat his back, ushering him inside. “S’good. Simon’ll be home before sundown.” You grabbed his furs and meat, carrying it inside and kicking the door closed with your boot. Johnny instantly found himself on the couch, gently rubbing the baby’s back.

“Johnny.” You moved back into the kitchen, taking a drink out of your cup.

“Yes, luv?”

“Are you sure you don’t hear the noises at night?”

He paused, giving you a unfazed look. “Here? No, I told ye ya just need more sleep.”

You set down your cup full of water, staring at your husband. “You try being the only food your baby wants. Shit’s hard.” You scratched your jaw a little, watching Claire smack her dad’s face. “I’m just worried. What if something’s really out there? What if we’re not actually safe here?”

“I’ll check th’ traps wance ah get some Claire time, a’richt?” He kissed Claire’s face again, the girl screeched with excitement. Worry was still nestled deep in your belly, your hand absentmindedly rubbed your collarbone to give yourself some ease. Maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe it is just the wind, or a squirrel or something.

But you knew it in your gut. Your gut was almost never wrong. You prayed it was wrong.

“Johnny, I think-“

The front door slammed into the wall, scaring all three of you but you were the first to snap into action, seeing a bloody faced Simon clutching his head. Claire began to screech from being startled, you darted towards your husband as he stumbled into the house with Price holding him up by the back of his shirt.

“Simon! Simon, baby, what happened?” Your hand peeled Simon’s hand from his head, walking backwards as Price pushed him into the house. Blood poured from his head and you felt your heart rate speed up in record time.

“Fuckin’ horse.” He mumbled, you looked at the gash on his hairline and the blurry look in his eyes. You haven’t seen him this dazed since he got hit over the head with a rifle years and years ago. You examined the cut as you led him to the couch, taking his bloody hand and helping him sit down. He decompressed into it immediately, chest and legs finally settling like he had worked for a thousand years straight.

You looked at Price, who had a few bloody scuffs on his arm. “What happened?”

“Horse bucked him off without warnin’ into a fence post.” He said, you nodded before ducking the few feet into your kitchen - your bandages and wet cloths were in hand in moments. You looked at your friend, watching his worried look turn to steeled as he met your gaze. “Grab my whiskey, would you?”

“Not m’bourbon.” Simon murmured from his place, you glanced into your bedroom to see the concerned face of Johnny, holding a crying Claire. You gave him a little nod before returning to Simon’s side, instantly gently wiping away the crusted and dripping blood. “S’cold, baby.”

“I know.” You whispered. “Just wanna clean you up before I bandage you.”

“M’fine. Don’t know why he even brought me here, just needed a minute to get up.”

Price handed you the whiskey bottle and a clean rag. “You were down for a good while.”

Your head whipped up to look at him. “And why didn’t you come get me?”

“He’s fine now.” He shrugged, gesturing towards your husband. “He’s talking and awake.”

“Fuckin’ men.” You grumbled, dropping the cold rag onto Simon’s lap before opening the bottle of whiskey. You took a swig, of course, and then poured some onto a new rag. You began to disinfect the wound, to which Simon squirmed, panting as he whined in pain. “Stay still-“

“Baby, it hurts-“

“I know it does, gotta get it cleaned and bandaged. M’almost done.” Your fingers were nimble as you began to bandage his wound, wrapping the long cloth around his thick head tightly. You never missed the way Simon looked at you, so comfortable in your presence. You tied it off after ripping it off near the end, tossing the excess onto the couch before handing him the whiskey.

He graciously took it, took a generous swig before handing it back to you. “How’d I look, doc?” He smirked, pink lips chapped but his smile still full of adoration.

“You’re fine.” Your hand settled on his thigh, gently rubbing it. “You’re not gonna be happy with what I have to say, though.”

“I’m still gonna work the horses, maybe just in a few days.”

“No more sex until that hit is healed.”

He groaned, disappointment tangled in his throat. “But-“

“I’m leavin’.” Price declared, sensing you were about to air some intimate details, you didn’t even acknowledge his departure.

“There’s three of us. You two bump heads, me and you bump heads. I like my daughter having both of her fathers.”

“Head hits are nothing.”

Your eyes flickered down to his eyes, watching them dart away from your stare. “‘Til they’re something.”

His glare had moved towards the bedroom door, Claire still crying in the room. He grunted a little, annoyed as he looked back to you. “Bring her here.”

“You’re funny.”

“Not joking.”

“Simon, you’re still bloody.” You pointed towards his hand, his shirt, the side of his cheek.

He gave you a piercing stare, voice low. “She knows I’m here. If she hasn’t stopped her cryin’ yet, she’s not going to. Give her to me.”

You stared back at your husband, hand rubbing on his thigh before you plucked the bottle of whiskey from his grasp. You turned towards the bedroom, calling for Johnny. He instantly appeared, holding a clearly upset and wiggling baby. Her little head shaking back and forth, tears and snot running down her chunky face as she looked at you.

Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed, moving Claire up his chest a little. “Everything a’right?”

“He wants her.” You nodded towards Simon.

Johnny chuckled dryly. “Like that? Nae.” Both of you looked down to Claire, whose hands were out in the direction of Simon, grabbing the air towards him as she cried. “…Fine. If ye pass out and drop ‘er-“

Simon groaned, one hand held out to grab Claire. “I’m not going to drop her.” Johnny gave him a stern look, his other hand held out. “I’m on the fuckin’ couch. She’s not gonna get away from me that easy.” Johnny handed her to him, Simon instantly smiled as her little hands gripped onto his sleeves. “Are you, darling?” She sniffled, still whining and crying, yet Simon holding her seemed to calm her to an extent. He brought her head to his lips, kissing her soft skin. “You love your Papa, don’t you?”