#this show feels like a fever dream already and i love it

[spiritgenie]

a totally normal pterodactyl skeleton

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, rockstar geto, fıngering, dirty talk, p slapping, squırting, petnames, mdni.

rockstar geto who’s always been good at his hands. his fingers, he loves more than anything to use your pussy before a show to “lessen” his finger cramps from strumming his guitar strings.

“i think i like this melody better, baby,” he’d whisper against the soft shell of your ear — split white knuckles buried deep into your cunt. as you’re sat on top of his lap, your legs tremor as they’re continuously rubbing off against his leather pulled down jeans. “i know, i know,” he utters to you, delving in the fat tips of his digits in and out. within seconds, your coating the entirety of his fingers with his slick. as your head continuously thwacks back against his broad chest, you shudder once he smacks your sopping drooling cunt thrice. “mhm, atta girl. bare ‘round my fingers, that’s it.”

the deafening rock music in the background roar from the blaring speakers — his bandmates were rehearsing last minute whilst their lead guitarist was occupying his time doing this. “s- suguru,” you suck in a heaving breathe, feeling an electric twitch inside your cunt arise. geto had various rings that wrapped around his fingers, plunging in and out of your slippery arousal. every few seconds, you heard his low chuckle, strong designer cologne scent wafting against your flared slit nostrils. “gonna cum, sugu— suguru, fuuuck.”

“not yet,” he presses his lips against the inside of your neck, bringing another rude spank toward your sloppy folds. his palm dampens from each hit. “we didn’t even each the chorus yet,” and you gasp, feeling the jitter of your thighs once his fingertips prod against that spot over ‘n over. “c’mon, pretty. lets hear those sloppy vocals, huh?”

your entire body felt feverishly warm. as you were on his lap, back bristling against his leather zipped jacket, you dig your nails into his meaty thigh.

already, you were slumped, vigorously pawing at his grainy made jeans. geto’s fingers were long, slender, and abnormally thick. deliciously thick, he’s stretched your cunt out so good that it’s got you drooling for more inches. his fingers were perfect, and with every finger that stuffs into your gummy walls, you only imagined what his cock would feel like.

geto’s fingers were the perfect length for strumming a guitar, an even more perfect length to be burying each digit straight into your pussy.

“fuck,” he swears against your ear, teasingly flicking his tongue against your collarbone. as you squirmed on his lap, his two fingers curl into a bowling ball grip. you whimper, your moans sounded so sweet that he contemplated using them as adlibs for a new single. “that’s it, baby. soak my fingers, don’t be shy ‘ta be my messy girl.”

as your body ruts against his lap, the bedazzled lanyard that was thrown over your neck jostles against your shoulders. your pooling heat that steadily flutters into the bottom pits of your stomach only grew, intensifying within each second.

you were seeing splotches of bright white, everything felt like a fever dream. as your clenched jaw dangles open, you wrap weak fingers around his jerking wrist. “s- sugu, ‘m gonna,” and you get caught off by a cute mewl, glossed lips parting into a gasping circular shape. the squelches of your own pussy bounces off your ears.

plop after plop,

your mouth starts to water, envisioning yourself making a mess on the suguru geto’s fingers.

he found your frantic squirming adorable, the way your thighs shook and how your vocals were so naturally pitched. with a voice that sweet, you’d have such potential. “give it to me,” he grunts, feeling a poking pressure brew against his crotch. dark, blown irises gaze toward his lap and he’s getting hard. your ears rang, a shrilling sound going out one ear and the other. two fingers swirl around your cunt, profusely jackhammering against your g-spot until you let off cute pathetic sobs. “c’monn, let’s hear that slutty outro.”

with your brows contorting together, you only last for a few more seconds until you feel a sudden sensation gush straight out of you. a rippling wave sends you on a high — you could barely say anything but moan out the five syllables of his name in a lewd, needy way. over and over until its twisting on your tongue in constant repeat, your own personal orgasmic chant. you’re a puddled mess, left with your jaw dropped and eyes squeezed shut. brief tears stick against your lashes in pleasure as you feel your hips bucking against his lap.

“s- sugu— fuck,” you babble, feeling the intense curl of your toes. gnawing down on the skin that glues to your lip, you coat both of his fingers with a decent amount of your translucent slick. you’re in a euphoric daze — huffing out short breaths as he takes one good swab of his digits inside of your pussy, snickering behind you.

“did you just squirt on me, pretty?” and you were so dumb off his fingers you could barely register anything he said. his words were a sly whisper, he gradually pulls his digits out before slowly spreading them apart. as his black rings were all sheeny with arousal, he holds his hand up right in front of your face before waving it by your nose. “yeahh you fuckin’ did, guess you really are a messy girl, huh?”

you were completely too stunned to speak — you glance at his fingers with droopy eyes, feeling a cold breeze of air ghost against your cunt as your legs sprawled open even still. “s- suguru,” your full lungs could barely keep up with your irregular pants.

it was chaotic, your thighs continued to shake as your jaw tightens on its own. you could barely even murmur out any words and that’s when geto drags his fingers toward his own lips — popping them right into his mouth, savoring your sweet candied taste.

“mhm,” he lolls his tongue around the stringy honeyed slick that coats all down his twin digits. you’re still panting, hearing him sloppily suck his fingers clean before he uses a free hand to reach down between your legs - tugging on the lacey fabric of your panties. “good girl, ‘s so sweet. open ‘n taste it yourself, princess.”

with hooded half lidded eyes, you moan, parting your lips apart—pink twitching tongue curling around his incoming fingers. as you shamelessly lap your own mess on his digits clean, he gives the back of your head a kiss. “thaaaat’s it, clean my fingers for me.”

after you finish, geto couldn’t resist but have you lean over his keyboard stand. giving the left side of your ass cheek an autograph, he signs his stage name in bold cursive letters.

as you’re bent over, you puff out a single breath, the twisting of the strong scented marker tickling against your bare flesh. “heh, i hope you enjoy the show tonight,” and as the cap of the marker’s sticking out of his mouth, he gives your ass an abrupt smack.

geto hums at the little whiny squeal that rips out of your throat, witnessing the letters smear a bit from your ass and leaking onto his palm. with a sly smile, he pulls the center string of your underwear back toward its original position, spinning you around to place a vip pass inside of your bra.

the rockstar’s sexily slouched — manspread on a velvet red seat, the fur of the chair providing him luxurious comfort. with his head lazily cocked to the left, unkempt black strands flowing down his shoulders, a simple wolf cut, he simpers. “come ‘n see me after, baby, yeah?”

[temis-de-leon]

He has a nightmare where he rejected you

Characters: Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor (x reader, separately)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5

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CW: Asmo's having a bit of a mental breakdown, Beel literally has a fever dream and there's a brief description of lesson 16 in Belphie's part

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Asmodeus – He didn’t want to play favourites

There’s an endless line of demons and witches alike willing to kill and die for him.

He can’t live without their adoration, their desire and their support.

While he knows you are not like everybody else, he can’t help but compare you to the rest of his fans.

Where’s the difference between your love and theirs? Can you give more than what they’ve already given him?

He can’t help but feel honoured by your confession, being chosen by their beloved human, but the idea of accepting your advances makes him feel ungrateful to his loyal fans.

The rejection comes out easily, just like many times before, and your reaction makes him sigh and almost offer his shoulder to cry on.

That would’ve been too cruel, wouldn’t it?

The uniqueness of your feelings doesn’t stand out until time passes.

It’s not just your attention that he misses, but also the tenderness in your eyes and the shy hint of your smile whenever he looks at you.

It became apparent that you cared not only for what he showed but also for what he hid about himself.

He tried searching for that same shade of love in your expression, but it faded quickly as weeks passed.

It all reached an end where, in a turn of events that made him sweat in fear and disgust, you started to look instead for his eldest brother.

He starts to work, desperately thinking that, maybe, if he made himself more beautiful or popular, you would change your mind and return to trying to be with him.

However, judging by the way you looked at Lucifer, he knew his reciprocation came a little bit too late.

You woke up to the sounds of sobbing, an animalistic yearning for comfort that pulled you out of your slumber. Hands grabbed the blankets covering you and a voice kept bubbling nonsense, an entire monologue full of sorrow that you couldn’t understand. In the end, it was the familiarity of the demon in front of you what fully brought you to the living world.

Asmo, kneeling beside your bed, cried even louder when he saw you opening your eyes. By the desperate moves of his hands you knew he wanted to hug you and that, mixed with the despair in his expression, tugged your heartstrings with painful force and made you open your arms.

He threw himself at you, burying you both in the cocoon of bedsheets and blankets and wept as you smoothed his hair and murmured words of consolation in his ear.

Almost half an hour passed until he could breathe with ease, but he wouldn’t look at you. Not like you were counting on it.

“You love me, don’t you? Do you still love me? Please, tell me you do. I love you, I truly do. I’d never reject you…”

“Reject me…?”

“I love you, I love you…”

Asmo hid his face in the crook of your neck, rocking the both of you back and forth in search of calmness. He ignored your questions and shaking hands, although you quickly realised he wasn’t entirely conscious about it. He seemed completely lost, repeating the confessions of his affections for you until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

You laid under him for the remainder of the night, too scared and shaken to rest again and hoping with all your strength that whatever put him in this state would disappear forever.

Beelzebub – He didn’t feel the same

It is indifference. From the moment you stepped into the house, what he felt for you was nothing more than indifference.

His room is empty and his twin’s absence occupies his mind more than it should, but he can’t do anything about it besides dealing with the loneliness.

Living with his older brothers simply isn’t enough anymore.

His family isn’t complete and the presence of a human in their home isn’t going to change that.

The first time he truly interacts with you is in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, willing to murder you over custard. The only reason you aren’t harmed is his brother’s fondness for you.

As a consequence, his room is no longer empty and he finds that quite enjoyable. Without any reason to be rude or mean to you, your short time spent together passes too quickly for his liking and, afterwards, he finds himself visiting you whenever he has the chance.

Beel values your friendship and he believes the feeling is mutual, even when you blush, smile with excitement and stare with bright eyes whenever he enters the room.

He is incapable of seeing how unbalanced your affections compared to his are.

His heart doesn’t stutter at your existence and neither do his words. You are his friend, a dear one, but nothing more; that’s what he tells you in response to your confession.

He pities your heartbreak and assures you your platonic relationship will remain the same, but his promises fall on deaf ears. The friendship is left hollow and unnatural and he briefly wonders if accepting your pouring heart would’ve been the better option.

Would have he fallen for you over time? If that were the case, although initially forced, would the love blossom into something strong and worth fighting for?

He hopes he will, too, go back to normal as weeks pass and you painfully overcome your crush, but when you’re finally able to look at him with non-romantic warmth, half of his face is red, his eyes twitch in adoration at each one of your smiles and his throat hurts from self-caused frustration.

Now it’s his turn to suffer the heartbreak.

There was a deep pressure on his chest when he woke up and as bad as Beel wanted it to be the comforting weight of your body, he knew that couldn’t be true. He didn’t feel the top of your head under his chin or your quiet breath against his skin. Had you actually been there, he would’ve never let you go.

His eyes were tired, itchy under heavy eyelids, and a pounding headache begged him not to move an inch, although he wasn’t sure he would be able to anyway; his muscles were glued to the bedsheets with sweat.

Groaning in exhaustion, he slowly turned his head sideways, staring at his twin’s sleeping form with deep-rooted fondness. Belphie was frowning, probably feeling part of Beel’s discomfort, and was twitching in his sleep, murmuring words he couldn’t decipher and lashing the tuft of his tail with weak movements.

An empty chair was also there, slightly facing his direction.

Quietly, the door opened and the dim glow of the hallway’s candles briefly lighted the entry, distracting him from the ache. A figure stepped in, tip-toeing while closing the door again and making its way to his bed.

MC…?

Was he hallucinating?

“Did I wake you up?” you asked in worry, unfazed by his silence.

He watched as you ignored the chair and sat beside him at the edge of the mattress, unsure of what to say or do. He wanted to touch you, take your face in his hand and make sure you weren’t a manifestation of his desires, but he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. In addition to that, his head felt full of cotton and completely detached from the rest of his body; he didn’t want to strike you by accident.

“My DDD ran out of battery, but I didn’t know where your charger was and I didn’t want to make noise. I just came back from my room”

You lifted your hand and he gasped in expectation, sighing with relief when you pushed away his wet hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. If he could return the gesture, he would, but he was barely able to keep his eyes focused on you, let alone talk or move.

“You’re still too warm” you informed with a frown, preparing yourself to leave his side. “I’m going to get a wet tow-… Honey?”

Beel sighed again, this time shuddering, exhausted at the effort of grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him.

Honey.

Your lips turned down in a sad smile, still coming down to kiss him again for a little longer.

“You’ll feel better tomorrow, I promise”

Honey.

“…ve you…”

You hummed a question against his skin, unsure of what he’d said, but he suddenly felt too weak to repeat himself.

“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be here, Beel”

Honey.

Belphegor – He hated you

Your free will and your refusal to give up, going up the stairs despite Lucifer’s threats and helping the mysterious man imprisoned in the attic; stupidity and no sense of self-preservation trapped behind a weak shield of kindness and compassion.

Seeing you strive to help him is amusing; like a candle hoping to light the vastness of the night.

That you think he is a human is just an advantage to his plan, but how can you, such an insignificant creature, aid in his escape?

The mere sight of you sends bile to his mouth, but he can’t do anything besides entertain you whenever your human need of connection forces you to search for him.

You talk incessantly and he listens, albeit with no interest and borderline rude behaviour. He scoffs, shoots sarcastic remarks and brings you down whenever he has the chance, calling you stupid and naïve.

That’s why your feelings for him are so surprising.

You… like him? Do you like being lied to and degraded?

Okay.

He’s not going to complain.

It’s just another reason for you to help him without thinking twice.

And that you do.

A laugh blurts out of his throat when he finally closes his arms around your excited figure. You’re blushing and smiling like a fool and when you try to step away to ask if he’s okay, there’s nothing in your existence but pain.

Your desperate scratches are nothing for him and neither is the heartbreak of betrayal in your eyes. If anything, they make him want to hurt you even further, pushing your neck against the floor with inhumane strength and letting your body fall down the stairs like a child dropping a ragdoll would.

He comes to his senses no long after that; less than an hour. Your heritage is explained and his prejudices are proven to be incorrect, vanishing like dust at the prospect of sharing a friendship with you like his brothers do.

You were nice to him then, back when you didn’t know who he was, so why wouldn’t you be nice to him again now that there are no secrets between you? His actions were wrong, yes, but also justified.

Wouldn’t you agree, MC? He deserves the benefit of the doubt.

But why aren’t you looking at him anymore? Why do you hide? Don’t you trust him?

He said he was sorry! Isn’t that enough?

The door opened with a loud noise, then closed almost without notice. Something dragged across the floor until reaching your bed, a blanket, and if the soft hint of lavender didn’t let you know who just disturbed your sleep, then his words would make it obvious.

“You’re not in my bed” Belphie stated. You turned, confused at the abrupt interruption and the tone of his voice, which made it clear he was trying to hide something. His figure was indistinguishable amidst the dark, but his purple eyes stood out like stars. Before you could say anything, he talked again. “Why?”

He watched in silence as you looked around, trying to find a clue to understand what was happening. Still waiting for a response, he huffed as he climbed over you and settled on the other side of the bed.

“Like a cryptid, Belphie” you mustered in annoyance while letting him cling to your side. “You’re just like a cryptid”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re testing my patience”

“Why aren’t you in my bed?”

“I swear to God…”

You stared at him in disbelief, but something in his expression subdued your irritation. Now that he was closer you could see his glossy eyes, a frown twisting his whole face as his hands held on to you with more force than necessary. Although you had suspicions about what he wanted to hear, a sincere I love you, you still took the longer route and calmly answered his question.

“You kicked me out…”

“I never would” he quickly retaliated, sitting straight like a spring and hovering over you with determined and unblinking eyes.

“…because I had an accident in Solomon’s laboratory and my skin and clothes smelt like chemicals”

There was silence in the room for a few seconds and, after pushing him softly, Belphie finally laid down again, his features slowly relaxing until only a bitter expression remained. Your fingers carefully detangled his hair, but not even that seemed enough to fully calm him down.

“I’m sorry”, he said against your shoulder, delicately hugging your waist like you were made of porcelain.

“It’s okay, we can just go back to sleep…”

“I’m sorry, MC”

Your confusion was obvious, but he didn’t say anything and, by the time you gathered enough courage to ask, he was already deeply unconscious.

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[ruinix]

Quinn getting a huge baby fever after he saw you hold your little cousin (or whomever baby)

Hello, lovely…baby fever… yes, baby fever. Ummm, I fear I have…gone overboard again, so it took me a bit. I had to bring out the big guns (my AO3 thots with my fictional men). He almost turned…dark 🤨🙂‍↔️

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Masturbation, a dash of Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (use protection, lovelies), Brief Choking, Use of ‘hubby’ (some doesn’t like it so...🙂‍↕️), Quinn being pathetic as he gets hit with an extreme baby fever

Count: 2913 words | Masterlist

You are trouble. So much trouble. Quinn had to lock himself in a bathroom stall as he stares at his phone, his fingers tapping the video over and over and over again. It feels like a loop. A loop of you and that little baby.

Who is that? Who? But the identity of the baby is the second thing in this mind. You’re the first thing.

Quinn can’t stop watching. Can’t stop hearing your little coos for the baby you got in your arms. Can’t stop seeing the way you brush your cheek against the top of the baby’s head. Can’t stop the squeeze in his chest as you smile at the camera, the light shining behind you so perfectly that you appeared to have a halo. Can’t stop feeling your happiness in this ten-second long video. It makes him happy. Too happy that he had to cover up the little one’s face because he’s…his pants tighten up. Fuck.

Before he could type his reply, you sends over a text that had him, leaning back against the door which creaked from his weight. His legs and hands shake. His soul shudders. It feels as though he’s not there. This must be a fucking dream.

Your text says, “When we have a baby, will they look as cute as this little duuuuuude?”

‘When. We. Have. A. Baby.’

When. Not if. When. Like you are stating the inevitable future. Like you are looking forward to it. Like you want him to give you children—or child, fuck, he’ll give you any number of children.

It’s just a simple thought, but it feels like a magnitude ten earthquake causing destruction. You destroyed him in the best possible way. Rattled him so much that he can barely function. He got practice for fuck’s sake. He can’t even tease your extended ‘dude’. He can’t. He can’t think straight.

All Quinn’s thoughts are questions.

‘You want a baby with me? When do you want have a baby? Do you want to start making one now? Next week? Next month? Next season? Next year?’

‘Are you sure you want a baby?’

‘How many babies do you want? One? Five?’

‘Do you want them a year a part? Two? Three?’

Shaking his head to clear it, his tongue feels dry, his heart beating and ramming against his chest. He could barely ask who’s the little dude, barely understand that dude is your friend’s baby, could barely read every paragraph you sent after about little dude. Of course, he still reads it, despite not being able to process them, because he needs to hear you—at least—as he tumbles down the rabbit hole.

More like plummets.

His mind is clogged with images of you. Your tummy barely showing to fully rounded and full of his baby. You eating for two. You being all clingy or irritable with him—he’ll hug or console you either way. You wearing maternity clothes. Most especially, you holding his baby.

Quinn’s done for. He fucking is.

When you send your “I love you”, Quinn’s hand is already wrapped around his cock, your name escaping his lips in a plea, a revelation descending and dawning upon him.

He needs to have a child with you.

That’s why—for weeks, six weeks to be exact—Quinn cannot stop imagining and wishing the babies he sees in the streets, in social media, in the arena during games to be yours and his.

He has…baby fever. He realized that a week in. It’s weird. Quinn doesn’t think about kids or babies. His plan was to be with you. Just you and him without a doubt. Then after some time, he’ll propose. Then you would marry. Then you two will talk about kids, because even if having kids was not yet his focus, he wants a family with you.

You’re his endgame. He’s sure of it, so he’s moving forward with you. Until you sent the video of little dude—Jeremy, if Quinn remembers correctly—with you. Until he literally can’t stop picturing you and babies. Until it’s the only thing in his fucking mind other than hockey and you. Babies. Cute little babies.

He’s so fucked, because it’s not just the wholesome need for little babies. No. It feels primal.

He gets fucking hard, totally bricked up, wanting nothing but to fuck you until you’re bred. So hard that he had to jerk off multiple times during the day. Bathroom stalls. A janitor closet. Even when he’s home, he has to jerk off, given that you’re not there. He tries not to, but his cock would ache as his thoughts worsen, so he fucking fails. Every. Time.

His fogged up brain will continuously echo: “Kids, now. Kids with you. Now. Now.”

Quinn thinks he’s losing his mind. He doesn’t know what to do, because the thoughts of little ones—with your eyes, your hair, your smile, your sweetness, your quirks, your gentleness, your everything—makes him yearn for it to be true. His heart aches for every day that goes without them. He needs a family with you. He needs little ones to spoil alongside you.

So for weeks, Quinn wants to breech the subject with you. He wish to present his new foolproof life plan—that will also be your plan, if you accept. His new plan consist of: lots of fucking to make a baby, him providing for you and your children and possibly grandchildren, him being present for every step of the way, him being a good father. But simply, babies. The plan is to have babies, but the words always stop at his throat.

Because…even if he wants babies, that doesn’t equate to what you want right now. Right? He can’t just do what he wants, can he? Like breed you and—

“Little dude,” you say in a singsong voice, “would look so cute with this, right?”

Quinn looks up and see you hold up a shark onesie. He can only stare, stare, and stare, because this has to be illegal. This, as in you holding up that onesie just a meter away from him. As in you looking proud of every baby clothing you bought. As in you being excited of buying things not for his baby. He hates it. The sudden disdain—to an innocent kid just because he’s not his—is making him all too riled up now. Why are you spoiling someone else’s baby? Fuck.

“Sure,” Quinn chokes out which he tries to mask with a cough.

He nods helplessly when you grin, a sparkle in your eyes, then you dash across the room to get your wrapping papers, tapes, and somehow, more paper bags. Just how many did you buy for that baby? It’s a fucking haul that makes Quinn irritable and also downright pathetic.

He should just say it. He wants a kid with you. He wants to be a father of your children. Easy words to say, but he still can’t say it. He’s such an idiot.

“I want to help,” he offers as you settle on the floor, scooting your legs under the coffee table, looking so cozy.

“Thank you, Quinn, but I got a wrapping system over here,” you giggle. Your arms are comically filled with stuff before you laid then out on the table. “You always crumple the wrapper, silly.”

Quinn does. He can wrap presents, but it’s a battle. Him against the paper. Usually, he wins but the gifts…they’re wrapped so messily. So different with your gift wrapping. While he’s nonchalant about it, you’re particular. He sees your focus for every fold. He has seen you get upset when you fold one piece wrong or if the ribbon is wonky. He loves that about you.

Still, you give him socks and onesies. Still, you let him messily wrap them. You even smile, looking so proud of him like he’s the best, looking utterly kind and patient. You place what he wrapped on your growing pile.

You’ll be a good mother. Quinn knows that. He’ll do his best to be a good father. He can do that. He can—

He jumps when you suddenly hop over his lap.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, pressing a kiss against his jaw. Quinn can only cling to your hips, savor your touch on his nape, the feel of your fingers running through his hair. “Come back, hubby.”

Hubby? Are you insane? Do you what that does to him? Who is he kidding? You fucking do. You always do. You’ll be the death of him.

“My Love,” he groans, a bit too whiny in his opinion, but he can’t help it. The effect you have on him.

“You like that?” you chuckle, breathing in his sharp exhales. “Hubby.”

Quinn can only growl in response. You’ve short-circuited him and you laugh at him. Cruel. His cruel Love. He hugs you tighter, grounding himself. This is real. You called him Hubby. Not Huggy. Hubby. Your hubby.

He buries his head into your neck, greedily taking in your scent. God. You smell so good, so addicting like a custom-made drug, just for him.

His cock throbs, wishing to be seated in your pussy, wishing to spill his cum in your womb until it takes.

“Do you want a baby?” He forces out, his voice coming out raspy and broken and desperate. He’s probably blushing, because he’s burning up. Even his fucking eyes stings. He’s going to cry and it’s fucking pathetic.

“Hmm,” you hum, hands rubbing over his chest, soothing him.

One hand runs up his jaw, coaxing him to meet your eyes. Your beautiful eyes track every detail on his face, taking everything like it’s your first time when you’ve already done it hundreds of times.

Then you softly kiss his cheeks, the mole on the right, his forehead, the edges of his eyebrows, his eyelids, his lips. A simple soft peck. One by one until he’s just putty underneath you. His heart pounds but not from fear, for his undeniable love for you. Just like that you settle him.

“Been thinking about that, handsome?” you ask.

“Yes,” he nearly stutters.

“Do you want to have a baby?” you ask, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.

Quinn shudders, eyebrows meeting, breaths picking up. “Yes,” he confesses like he’s about to confess guilty and be sentenced to death.

A grumbled ‘fuck’ escapes his lips when you scoot closer, sitting your clothed pussy right over his aching cock. You roll your hips once and Quinn almost comes. Shit. What are you doing to him?

You’re saying something, whispering the words on his lips, but Quinn couldn’t focus.

You’re so close. Oh, so close. Your breaths mix together, making him all so dizzy. He wants to kiss you again, but when he tries to close the smallest distance between you two, you move back. Why are you…

Then he realizes what you said.

“I’ve been wanting your baby for so long, Q. So long.”

You want his baby.

It feels like the last tether around his control snaps.

No longer is he chasing your lips and letting you pull away. No longer is he shaking like a goddamned leaf, choking on unsaid words, yearning and begging to the void. No longer because you’ve said it. You want his child.

He captures your lips, hand slipping through hair, firmly tugging. The way you moan against his lips makes his blood rush his cock. Your hands grasping at his shirt. Your hips grinding against his. Your desperation is a distinct reflection of his.

“Quinn,” you gasp, panting for air. Your pupils are blown. Cheeks flushed.

Quinn groans your name, lifting you to rest you on the couch, him still kneeling on the floor, your hips glued together. He grasps your collar, ruthlessly tugging down. Buttons pops out, fabric tearing. It’s his shirt anyway. He can just give you more.

He doesn’t let you complain, easily capturing your lips, as he continues his rush to remove every bit of your clothing. You try to help, but he won’t let it. He can’t or else he’ll lose it.

He needs this. You need this. Those thoughts keep bouncing in his head as he deepens the kiss. His hand finds your pussy, already dripping. Slipping a finger, your pussy sucks it in, quivering, clenching, leaking. God, you’re so wet. He doesn’t even need to prep you, because you’re already so turned on for him. Only for him. He hooks his finger against your special spot, making you scream.

You’re so ready, aren’t you? Ready to be fucked. Ready to be bred.

“It’s such a dangerous day, Quinny,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms.

You’ve already sent him over the edge, but hearing you—those new set of words—makes him spiral deeper into his haze.

He somehow gets rid of his shirt but only pushes his pants and boxers down, before he sinks every inch of his hard and leaking cock into your needy pussy. So easily. So smoothly. So eager and greedy.

“Fuck,” he growls, nipping your lips, blunt fingers digging into your thighs to keep them wide open for him. “You feel so good.”

So good. So perfect around his cock. He watches his cock slide out then back in, shivering at the feel of you, shuddering at your exhales, at how pleasure contorts your beautiful face.

“Quinn,” you say his name like it’s a prayer. “Breed me.”

He nearly comes from that. You’re such a minx. He leans back, fucking harder into you, bottoming out and hitting the spot that has you singing your screams, that has your eyes rolling up as your pussy convulses with tiny orgasms. Christ. He might not last long.

He just wants to fill you up, plug you with his cock so nothing spills. He needs to do that. If he doesn’t, you can’t get pregnant. You can’t have the child you want. The child he needs to take care of, to spoil, to love.

He  wraps a hand around your neck. Of all the necklaces he bought for you, it’s his favorite and nothing else, but the sight of the little heart pendant resting on your collar bone, just beneath his wrist, has him snapping his hips harder, rolling to heighten his and your pleasure. Fuck, so good.

“Harder, hubby,” you taunt as tears run down your cheeks. “Please, just a bit upward.”

He follows your plea, hitting the spot you wanted him to reach, getting the immediate reward of you arching your back, pussy clamping down around him as you come. Your cum dribble out with your arousal. The squelching noises and skin slapping is so alluring. Quinn needs more.

Quinn rides your orgasm, prolonging it until you are whimpering and gasping, “I’m coming. Quinn.”

He tightens his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse quicken, pussy tightening. You can only hold his arm, hips raising to meet every thrust that makes your tits bounce. Your eyes rolls as you come once again as he controls your air. What a sight.

He finally lets go of your neck, running his hand down your chest, teasing your taut nipples, making you whine, your tummy, until he reaches below your navel. He pushes down then you scream and come around him again.

Look at you surrendering to him.

“That’s three,” he groans out, slowing down his pace. He rises up, resting on knee on the edge of the couch, so he can fuck into you deeper. He hooks your quivering leg over his forearm, watching you bite your lips. “Got more for me, my Love?”

“Please,” you breathe. “Fill me with your cum, Q. Please. I need it.”

That’s his fuel. Your words. Your breaths. Your moans, mewls, whimpers, whispers of calling him your hubby. You, whining for more, more, and more, as he ruts and rolls his hips into your sopping wet pussy. The slight drool on the corner of your lips which he couldn’t fight the urge to lick. Your taste, your feel, your touch, all so divine.

He can’t get enough of you.

Soon, he’ll have little you’s whom he’ll love, whom he’ll play his games for, whom he’ll work hard for, whom he’ll be proud of. He’s already doing these for you, but that promised will ignite—has ignited—another flame in him.

He’ll have pieces of you and him in his arms.

He can’t wait.

He can’t.

He needs to make it happen.

He must.

He captures your lips, your tongue meeting his instantly. Fuck. He can feel your desperation. You need it too.

Quinn slows, drawing every thrust deeper, losing himself in you until he comes so hard that his sight blurs, so hard that he almost crushes you to the couch, so hard that he whimpers your name because you also come. Every spurt of his cum, a silent prayer, a plea for it to take.

But even if it doesn’t, Quinn has the whole day to plug you up with his cock, to fuck you again with your hips raise to lessen the cum that spill which is fucking inevitable. So, he’s there to give you more.

He has to make sure that you’re full of him. Full of his seed on this dangerous day. So dangerous. A perfect time to breed you, isn’t it?

God, he can’t wait until he’s fucking you with your belly is round with his baby.

[astrow0rldx]

pac 18+ their sexual desires for you

one

"In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day. Fuckin' and fightin' on It's our paradise and it's our war zone It's our paradise and it's our war zone". could be in a relationship already, or they desire to court you, take you on a date, outside walking, living together, cutesy romantic things. someone could have hurt someone, now they want to fight you back sexually. or just hurt you in the bedroom, mentally and physically. they could desire you to be this siren coquette person, where your mysterious and don't show to much affection or care for them. play mind games on them. which may be your reaction to getting hurt, or what's hurting them. but at the end of the day they want to feel tied to you, committed to you and your where home is. a lot of people have that taste in relationships, where they don't want all of them unconsciously, but they want them to be theirs. but this fight in the bedroom, is going to be chaotic, and may want to use handcuffs, ropes, etc. even risky sex where it's so much fire passion you have a baby, now you are trapped. they could want to keep this relationship professional, or surface level in a sense, take it as it resonates. they want to fuck and argue like married couples though, but them being the one you come to too fuck on a bad day and you come to them about all your problems. any type of psychological problems you have, they want to fuck it out of you, they want to see it come out while your fucking, they want to fuck you in the state of being so hurt and broken you don't even want to fuck. but whats coming through strongly is the surface level, mysteriousness, detachment, & professionalism of the connection, the conflict and heartbreak of it, and realizations that is prominent in their sexual desires.

two

they could be dreaming about you, delusional, fantasizing. trying to control and tame themself because you are so fucking sexy. they could be thinking about undressing you and exploring your body. they could desire foreplay, going out to eat, or making food for you. kissing, making out, hugging, on top, bodies together then he gets to slowly undress you. you could be kind of perfect to them, or like they met their match. because they have a lot of ideas, and imaginary energy when it comes to you. in an animalistic, passionate way. they desire to uncover your mystery, see your wild side. exchange kinks. see how you would look with their dick in you mouth. see what it would be like if y'all started a competitive, bratty game and fucked till both of you guys was timed out, but the sex be so playful, expressing, fun, and bright. they want to balance their emotional side with their sexual side. after care, dates, making food for you, helping you with your clothes. even making family stuff, mom/dad/kid involved. them being the daddy. my advice, that outside of the question, make them wait lol. be more teasing till the finish line.

three

im getting a vibe of we about to get some shit straight type of sex. you don't know what i'm going to do to you when i see you. maybe for some they are proving their loyalty and how much they are standing on business for you. when you get inside the bed they are going to be persistent, long lasting, stamina. very excited to see you, celebratory sex. the adrenaline of like sneaky link type of sex "this shit feel like teenage fever". "who came to make sweet love..not me. when we... fuck". they say but they desire to transform something with this sex, maybe they desire to come back into contact with you and kind of hesitant, but they desire you. for most of you they kind of want to be in and out of your life, coming and going when they please and you still being (one) of their girls. but they want both parties to be chill on their own in their own life. but for some it is an energy of being no contact, or at a distance. maybe needing some type of travel, or time and building to get to a certain place. and they kind of desire the ability to be at peace with you. they could desire helping you in a certain way, financially, sexually, or just with love when your feeling a lack of it and be each other peace of mind/sex. bring peace and material abundance so you can be good on your own feeling satisfied.

[merthosus]

Damn Brisket Five...

Summary: You stumble into a deli filled with multiple versions of Five, including one called Brisket Five, who urges you to choose a fresh start with him instead of forgiving your unfaithful Five. Both versions of Five plead for your affection, leaving you torn between the past and the possibility of something new. You're faced with a decision: forgive your Five or embrace a different path with Brisket Five.

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"Can I keep her?"

The first time you put a foot up the train-station stairs, your heart was racing. It felt like you were paralyzed as you tried to read the instructions of the railways. Trying to decipher the Minecraft enchantment language you would have found easier. The different colors, which should make it better to understand wasn't helping you either. So your impatient self, thought it was a good idea to just get into one of the trains.

"No risk no story", you always told yourself, but now standing in uncountable of different train stations, you needed to admit to yourself, that this was the worst proverb you could've used in your situation. After clutching yourself on one of the train rods, you watched yourself leaving the station you were. Looking at the display boards didn't help you either to locate your current position.

It feels like a fever dream, every station looks the same, every train looks the same, every fucking thing is identical to the other. White tiles, dirty walls and brightly colored train cards. After your first encounter with a cockroach you stumbled back into the train and made some involuntary pull-ups as that thing was following you. After getting into the fourteenth train you stopped to count. Every train station was empty, no Five in sight.

Instead every time you set foot at a station you were welcomed with mind rotting flickering light and the screeching sound of brakes, which belonged to the train you just got out. Suddently you asked yourself if someone was steering the train, but your fear of see something you didn't want, kept you from it. An hour and twenty minutes after (yes you counted), you had enough. You liked Five, everybody except him saw that, but being trapped in an infinitive translation was too much, even for you.

"One last time", you promised yourself as you waited the doors to open. Suddently Five walked by. You couldn't believe your eyes and hammered onto the glass. As the door opens you squeeze yourself through them and run after him. As he saw you he suddently began to run and vanish behind a corner. "FIVE!!", you screamed madly. All of that searching only to get rewarded from him running away?

You came to a halt as bright led lights blinded your eyes. "Max's Delicatessen", you read. You no longer think and open the door, a loud bell announced your entry. The first thing you saw was Five. And Five and Five and another Five. Your mouth fell open. Three of them surrounded the one you chased, he was standing with the back turned. "Guys you will never believe what I just saw!!", he exclaimed to the others. All of the three stared at me, as the others did too. "Guess we will Five, don't worry", one of the three said.

Even though your wettest dream just came true you didn't know if you liked what you just saw. At least fifteen Five's looked at you, inspecting every move you do. "This is a dream right?", you ask out loud. A few of the Fives smiled. "It's not", you heard a voice in the back. A different looking Five came out of the back, he wore an apron and a white shirt. "Your Five already said that you would eventually show up. You know he Is one of the asshole ones", he says. You still were very confused as he comes to you.

"What the hell is going on here?", you asked. You thought that you already saw the most fucked up shit but this was a different level of fucked up. You heard a few Fives in the back mumbling. "Why is she here? Did her Five lost her?", one asked. As the five with the apron looked into my kind of intimidated eyes, he turned around. "Listen to me dipshits! Continue doing whatever you were doing! I am gonna explain it to her", he said. Most of the Fives listened to him.

Making a documentary about them would certainly be entertaining, I wonder which five had to be the herd leader of the group. "Why do you get her?!", the drunkly looking Five in the back screamed. "SHUT UP DRUNK FIVE!", everyone screamed at the same time. "I am brisket Five by the way", Five exclaimed as he turned back to you. You took his hand and shared it. "I am Y/n", you introduce yourself.

Brisket Five smiled. "I know sweetheart", he said, while guiding you to one of the tables. You began to get red so you tried to hide your face to him, by putting your hands on your cheeks as you sit down on the table. Brisket Five took the seat infront of you and just looked at you, you could read some pity in his eyes. "So... Your Five told me that you were gonna search for him", he began to speak. "Yes! Do you know where he is?", you asked curious, still wanting to find him. Brisket Five took your hand, Butterflys forming into your stomach.

"I hate being the Five who tells you this", he begins as he suddently let go of your hand as drunk Five bumped against the table. The sound of his flask fall against the hard wood made you flinch. "He fucked Lila!", he said slumber. As his last word fell, your heart arches. All the searching was only to find out that he fucked with Lila? "Have you ever heard about sensitivity?", Brisket Five asked him. "Look she's gonna be sad anyway, why being sensitive?", he asked.

"Do you have some baskets in the back", he looks at him, while getting into the kitchen and argue with another employee Five. "You have no idea how much I hate this guy", he tells you, but as soon as he looked into your eyes again he stopped talking. "Look we are all different variants from him. Everyone in here is coming out of a different timeline, everyone tried to fight the apocalypse and everyone horrible failed", he explained to you.

"And every one of these Fives lost their Y/n. You are the first one that got lost in here. So don't mind the reactions from one of them here", he sightly looks into the direction of drink Five. "Their Y/N?", you ask bewildered. A few Fives laugh at the table beside us, they were currently eavesdropping on our conversation. "Your Five is the only Five out of the 23 quadrillions, that didn't had the balls to ask you out. You know your Five is popular by the name scaredy-cat Five. Moste of us don't like him", he says.

You can't help yourself but laugh. "You know if he asked you out before he stepped into this fucked up train it would have never happened. I am sorry that you are the first and hopefully also the least Y/n that has to go through that", he says, while looking down onto the table.

Brisket Five notices the change in your expression. He leans forward and takes your hand again, this time with more firmness and urgency. "Listen," he says softly, "I know it hurts, but maybe this is a chance for something different. Your Five… he’s messed up, and sure, we all have our flaws. But you don’t have to be tied to his mistakes. You deserve someone who sees you, who’s not afraid to fight for you, someone who’s willing to be there without making excuses. I could be that person, Y/N."

Just as you gather the courage to respond, the door to the deli opens again. Another Five walks in, but this one is different. His clothes are disheveled, his eyes look tired and worn. It's your Five. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. For a moment, time seems to stand still. The other Fives in the room fall silent, glancing between you and your Five with curiosity. Your heart races as you look at him. "Y/N..." he begins, but you cut him off before he can continue. "Why?" you ask, your voice calm but cutting.

"Why did you do this Five?" Five looks you straight in the eye, and you see a depth of regret and despair in him that you’ve never seen before. "I made a mistake," he finally says, his voice almost breaking. "I thought I could control everything, that I had it all under control. But I was wrong. Lila... that was a mistake, a moment of weakness. But you... you were never a mistake." Brisket Five leans in, his gaze never leaving yours.

"But Y/N, think about it. Do you really want to stay in this cycle of hurt and apologies? I know I can’t erase what he did, but I can promise you something better. We don’t have to repeat his mistakes. We can start fresh, build something real, without all the baggage." Your Five looks between you and Brisket Five, a mix of panic and realization dawning on his face. "Y/N, please… I know I’ve messed up, but don’t let that push you away. I can make this right," he pleads, but his voice lacks the certainty it once held.

The room is filled with tension as both Fives wait for your response. Brisket Five’s hand tightens around yours, a silent promise of something new, something different. Everything now depends on you. You have the choice to forgive your Five and try again, or you can take Brisket Five’s offer and explore what could be a less complicated, more honest relationship. Maybe you’re wondering if you’re ready to continue with a man who made such mistakes, or if you should embrace the chance for something new with someone who’s already shown he’s willing to fight for you. You take a deep breath as you make the decision in your heart.

Let's be real who would you choose?

[jenosbigtoe]

thinking bout baby fever/baby trapping jisung convincing naive wife/gf to have a baby .

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: newlyweds husband!park jisung x wife!reader

warnings: dubcon, breeding, babytrapping, possessive ji, unprotected sex, creampie, he doesn’t pull out

(anon when i tell you i literally think about this all the time but with jeno and jaemin……)

you’re still so young! and you only got married a month ago so you wanted to wait just a few more years before you started your family with your new husband. you wanted to enjoy your first few years of marriage with just you and the love of your life—your dream man. you just can’t believe you got to marry the park jisung??? he’s just so handsome and so sweet and so considerate and so affectionate. he always spoils you, takes care of you, and makes sure you have everything you could possibly ever need or want. you just want to keep him all to yourself for as long as you can.

on the other hand, jisungie has always known he wants to start a family with you as soon as possible. making you his wife just wasn’t enough. he wants to claim your body in a way only he as your husband could. he wants to see your belly grow and your breasts swell because he put a baby in you. he wants to see you waddle around the house, barely able to even put shoes on because your tummy is so big from the baby growing inside you. he wants everyone to know that you’re his, body and soul, and he’s claimed you as his wife and mother of his children.

so tonight, when you seduce him into bed like the little vixen you are, he decides it’s time.

he’s pounding into your poor cunt through your 4th orgasm already, showing no signs of stopping. you scratch red angry marks down his back, tears streaming down your face and throat raw from all the screaming and moaning at the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

“fucking take it,” he growls right into your ear, his hips thrusting hard and fast against yours and driving his cock balls deep in your dripping cunt, your legs propped up on his shoulder so he could drive even deeper. he grips your hips tight to hold you down and keep you from squirming out of his hold.

fat tears roll down your face as you feel overstimulated from the pleasure wracking your body. “o-oh my go-god!!! jisungiieee puh-please!” you sniffle and whine into his sweaty chest.

your 5th orgasm sends sudden shockwaves from your core all the way to your fingertips, your little pussy spasming and clenching around his pounding cock uncontrollable. a squirt of arousal hits his pelvis as lewd sounds of skin slapping continue to fill the room.

the feeling of your cunt squeezing even harder around his cock pushes him closer to his own climax and he couldn’t hold back any longer. you just felt too good, he couldn’t possibly pull out.

without warning, he bottoms out completely in your achy little cunt and lets out his hot load right up against your cervix. even after cumming so much earlier, he still cums so much inside of you. after all, he was a man on mission. and you are too fucked out to even realize he didn’t pull out this time.

[enwoso]

NUMBER ONE FAN || alessia russo x gymnast!reader

this was inspired by my admiration for those who can do gymnastics! i may do a little blurb to go with this, maybe;)

also if the timeline of this doesn’t work then please pretend it does thanks xoxo

in which alessia becomes your number one fan at your first olympics.

face claim: georgia-mae fenton

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yourusername finally an olympian! team final and AA final let’s go!

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user1 can’t wait to watch! i’ll be there cheering team gb on!!

user2 your an such an inspiration

alessia yes y/n! you’ve got this! so proud of you

-> yourusername thanks lessi, can’t wait to see you🙃

user3 alessia? what are you doing here😀

alicekinsella17 ayyy!!!

user4 so we just gonna ignore alessia russo being here? yeah, okay cool😎🆒

alessia

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alessia bonjour parís 🇫🇷🤸🏻‍♀️🏅

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user5 is she going to watch the olympics?

-> user6 she’s been at the gymnastics!

user7 you look so beautiful alessia!!

ellatoone interesting shirt?

-> alessia it’s pretty cool if you ask me😏

-> yourusername woah how’ve you got that?

user8 anyone wanna bet that the shirt is y/n?

-> user9 it is y/n’s!

user10 are alessia and y/n dating?

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yourusername out and about and for once not in a leo😮

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user11 AHHH this is not a drill everyone

user12 i feel like im in a fever dream. alessia and y/n together.

alessia you always get my best angle don’t you…

-> yourusername always! a view with a view😉

user13 not them trying to soft launch as if we haven’t already known😃😅

user14 real question is whose name is on the back of that england shirt

-> user15 has to be russo

-> user16 got to be a russo shirt

-> yourusername beckham obviously:)

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yourusername wow! what an experience. so proud of the girls that i get to call my teammates we showed great team spirit against all the doubters. while it would have been great to come away with a medal, we still gave it are all and did our best. proud of us🤍

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user17 wow wish i was that good at gymnastics

user18 jealous of alessia tbh

ellatoone can you teach me how do them flips?

-> yourusername of course, can you do a forward roll..

-> ellatoone no idea probably🤷����‍♀️

teamgb well done y/n! everyone is so proud of you🇬🇧🤸🏻‍♂️

user19 your such an inspiration!!

alessia so proud of you baby

-> yourusername i love you so much❤️

alessia

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alessia proud girlfriend moment🥹

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user20 everyone act shocked!

-> user21 wait what there together?

user22 stop this is so sweet. alessia has literally been y/n biggest supporter.

yourusername your so cute lessi🥹

-> alessia forever will be your number one fan❤️

user23 the fact i saw the hug in real life

ellatoone absolute sap

-> alessia shush

-> ellatoone you’ve spent too long in the city of love it’s hypnotised you-

user24 now we need to see y/n in her wag era!

[kamospeach]

too many white lies and white lines .ᐟ

plot: bestfriend!satoru helps his best friend get over her crush on Ryomen Sukuna

content warning: angst, mentinos of: drug and alcohol use, violence, fingering, oral f!recieving, piv sex, domestic violence

peachy's yap: wc 1.2k.ᐟ no thoughts except Gojo. this just a short little thought! just tryna clear out my drafts sighhh.

bestfriend!satoru who can't fathom why you're not together already. who waits for you, anywhere at any time, no matter how weird-looking or sketchy it is.

bestfriend!satoru shows his love by holding you in his arms during group movie nights or having you sit in his lap when there were more than enough seats. or when he kissed your cheek when you were leaving his house to go down the street to yours.

bestfriend!satoru knew you didn't see him like that, and you didn't feel the butterflies like you felt with sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru understood how you felt, ryo was tall and muscular and totally your type.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you who were born in the same year. your parents were best friends and made you all have a tight-knit friendship. years later, you acquired more friends like shoko, utahime, sukuna, and kento, who always brought along haibara.

bestfriend!satoru and suguru's would drive you all to a party or even a small diner that was open late at night. tonight you were all heading to a club which was a new scene for you. you used this as an an opportunity to seduce sukuna into wanting you.

bestfriend!satoru was forced to sit in the front with utahime. you clung onto sukuna's muscular arm, staring up at his chiseled jawline with heart eyes. you even follow behind him as you walk to the front door of the club. but sukuna made it obvious you weren't his interest. he's feet in front of you as you talk to the back of his head.

bestfriend!satoru knows of your energy-depleting crush on sukuna. his arm snakes around your waist placing a kiss on your forehead in comfort. you once again not noticing the gesture was romantic and not platonic.

"you think he'll ever notice me satoru?" you asked and he shook his head.

"i don't think so, love. ryo only treats women as toys it's better you don't get involved with him anyway. i'm sorry to disappoint you."

bestfriend!satoru rubs small circles on the exposed skin of where he held your waist. you both walked into the club, of course, on the VIP list due to the status you all held. 

"well i just thought maybe since we've been friends for so long, he'd treat me... differently," you admitted and he nodded. satoru hated to admit it but you were bringing the mood down.

"hey let's not think about it okay? we wanted a night out so let's enjoy it." he smiled and you nodded walking in sitting in the section.

bestfriend!satoru said to enjoy it but this is not what you thought he meant. the coke, the shots of liquor that never stopped coming, some passed out, eyes rolled to the back of their heads.

bestfriend!satoru was more surprised, sukuna, who was a fuckin' unit was high head thrown back. eyes bloodshot white powder under his nose as he twitched lightly here and there.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you looked at each other in absolute horror these were not the people you thought you knew. you three slipped out of the club not wanting to 'disturb' their high. honestly, the night felt like a fever dream to you and you were in utter shock.

bestfriend!satoru could see the fear on your face, probably from the way utahime reached across the table trying to bring her key to your nose. you slapped it away looking at her incredulously as she grew angry. she yelled at you saying 'do you have any idea how much a pinch of this cost!' you not caring to know, only shrugged refusing to even look at the white substance on the table.

bestfriend!satoru held your waist as suguru asked if you guys were coming to his place and you shook your head. you really wanted to lay in your bed and reel in your thoughts.

bestfriend!satoru knew that was what you needed. he wanted to be everything ryomen sukuna couldn't be for you. he wanted to be your savior and tonight that's what he'd be.

"i got her." he smiled and suguru nodded walking over to his car.

bestfriend!satoru took you home offering to come in and stay with you and you of course said yes. he sat on your bed while you took your shower looking around the room he's slept in many nights before.

bestfriend!satoru listened to you rant about the night as he watched you get dressed. hardon pressing against his pants as he watched you jump to put on those small shorts that barely covered your ass. he really wished you kept them off.

bestfriend!satoru opened his arms inviting you to lay with him your cheek pressed against his chest. no tv no lights just you wrapped in satoru and the darkness.

bestfriend!satoru who was feeling bold and knew you needed a distraction slowly rubbed your back moving lower and lower by the minute. your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you could see his big blue eyes looking at you.

bestfriend!satoru moved his hand to your ass gripping it as you moaned. you loved the feeling of his soft hands on your ass. the way he rubbed slowly some of his fingers grazing under the shorts.

bestfriend!satoru couldn't hold back anymore as he flipped the both of you over. pressing the tent of his hard cock on the prominent imprint of your pussy on your shorts. he ground his hips into yours groaning at the feeling.

"is... is it okay for me to fuck you?" he asked and you nodded needing him just as bad.

bestfriend!satoru knew you did this because you wanted to get over sukuna. but he didn't care. he didn't care you were only letting him pull down your shorts and panties because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you were only letting him finger your needy wet pussy and suck on your hard nipples because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care you were only letting him taste your sweet pussy and you only squirted in his mouth saying how much you loved it because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him fuck your tight cunt senseless because you wanted to get over sukuna. or that you yelled out 'fuck ryo' while he fucked you because you imagined sukuna and not him.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him nut in you and you told him you loved him. didn't care that you clung to him like a koala and whispered how good he made you feel just because you needed to get over that man. ryomen sukuna.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when you went to sukuna the day after and got with him. he did care when sukuna took you on dates and told you how much he loved you.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna told you that you couldn't be friends with satoru and suguru anymore. he cared when he saw your energy-depleted face around town

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna forced you to stay in the house at all times. he cared when you texted him and told him that sukuna was drunk and you were scared he'd hit you.

bestfriend!satoru did care when he bursted into your apartment beating the shit out of sukuna. he cared when he saw your shaking body hiding in your closet.

bestfriend!satoru did care when you told him you loved him and he couldn't deny he still loved you after everything the two of you had been through.

[yup-thats-me]

—little things • I. Obanai

pairing: husband!Iguro x wife!reader summary: some days can be tough but Obanai is grateful to have his wife right by his side warning: negative self-image, self-hatred, manga spoilers. be warned

“What does she see in me?”

Iguro touched his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glossed over with tears. It's almost been three years since the serpent Hashira married his sweetheart, Y/n. Although their marriage was a strategy devised by their families to strengthen the clans, Obanai is grateful that he does not have to suffer an unhappy marriage like most arranged couples do.

It must be for of his good deed in his previous life that he got a wife like Y/n. She is kind, supportive, understanding and loving. She showed him love and affection, something he could only dream of when he was a child. She understood that when he would distance himself when his past weighed him down, she would give him space but if it got out of hand, she would slowly push her way through and embrace Obanai. An embrace so warm that made all his worries go away, be that a physical one or an embrace through words. She knew how to calm him down.

Iguro knew Y/n loved him, she could never betray him, not even in his dreams. But there are days. Days that his mind tells him that he is not deserving of the love he receives from his darling wife. Days where he hates his heterochrome eyes, days when he wishes those vile women had slashed through his cheeks completely so that he would have been dead. Dying is better than being ashamed of his face. If he were to die, he would not need to bandage his face at present.

But, somewhere deep down in his heart, he knows that it would not have been better had he died. Had he died in his childhood, he would have never met Y/n, would have never known how warm her hand feels against his cheek, how affection feels. He would have died without knowing any of that; something he did not want.

His eyes were closed shut, jaw clenched. Fingers closed in a tight fist. What exactly hurt him, he did not know. But it hurt, oh it hurts so much. It is days like this that he wishes for Y/n’s presence. Sure, he can call her right now. Maybe she is in the bath, getting ready for bed and would be by his side in a minute, but he did not have the heart to busy her with such a trivial matter. It's better not to worry her about his mood swings, she tolerates enough of him already.

“I hate my face, I hate the way my eyes look, hate how weak I am,” he said through gritted teeth. He continued on his list of the things that he hates about himself, immersed in his thoughts so deep that he did not hear Y/n entering the room.

Smiling softly, Y/n stood beside him in front of the mirror.

“I love the cute expressions you make when surprised.”

Her sudden voice made Iguro step back in surprise. He quickly composed himself, turning his face to the side to wipe his tears from her view. There’s no way a man should let his wife see him crying.

Y/n gently put her hands on his cheek, making the man look at her eyes. “I love the way your cheeks get flushed red when I compliment you,” she coaxed, her fingers slowly making their way to the back of his head.

“Love the way you look away when you hand me a present.” Her fingers found the beginning of the white cloth; the bandage. Iguro stared at her. He felt the bandage around his mouth loose a bit but he did not want to push her hand away, not when she felt so warm, so comforting.

His wife pecked him on the cheek, his heart skipping a beat when he felt her lips on his cheek. No matter how many times she kissed him, it still felt like a fever dream. She caressed his face lovingly, her touch almost making him forget that the bandage came off his face; his face was bare, bare for her to see.

“And,” She stroked the scars as lightly as a feather. “I adore your scars.”

He could not force the tears from blocking his vision.

“How can you say you hate these when I absolutely love them?’’

“…”

“My love, when will you see yourself the way I do?”

She gently shook his head making him open his eyes to face her. “Your eyes, my love. They hold kindness in them. How can anybody not love this magnificent piece of art?” Her own orbs glossed over with tears.

“I cannot thank you enough for being alive, today,” a choked sob rippled through her chest. “So please, please love yourself.”

Iguro’s arms wrapped around her neck as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his tears wetting the skin.

“And if you can’t,” she whispered.

“Let me love you enough for the both of us.”

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[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream finding out that their idol! gf overworked. 

Mark Lee

Mark learned that you've been promoting your comeback with a fever when one of your co-members told him. You're passionate about your job and this comeback is one of your favorite because of the concept, that's why you couldn't bear to miss the promotion. So when your boyfriend show up to your dorm uninvited, you knew that you don't have to hide it from him anymore. He bought you (and your co-members) food! plus medicine and energy drinks for you. He lets you rest and while you rest, you two talked about your situation calmly. Mark understands your sentiments but asks you to promise him that you won't overwork yourself. 

Huang Renjun

Same case with Mark, I feel like you'll hide that you're promoting the comeback with a fever! Not to mention, you've been working nonstop since the start of the year. Comeback, concerts, solo activities, and another comeback. It's bound for your body to shut down. So when Renjun found out through your co-member, I feel like he'll be mad at you! Why didn't you tell him!? So when he visited you, bringing care package like food, and medicine, it'll come with lots of lots of lecture (lovingly) from your boyfriend! He loves you so much but you should look after your health. Renjun also told you that do it not for him, but for your fans. You only nod, thinking that you're lucky that Renjun's there for you. 

Lee Jeno

Jeno would be shocked when he learned that you went on a short hiatus due to health concerns. He didn't notice it because you would convince him that you're fine everytime you two would meet up or talk. Once he learned the reason why behind you went hiatus, Jeno immediately called you. You already accepted that Jeno will be mad at you, but the first thing he asked was, "are you okay?" and that made you cry. You couldn't help but to vent on your boyfriend who silently comforted you. You told him that your health is declining these days and you couldn't properly function anymore. Jeno understands your sentiments and could only assure you that your health should come first. He then tells you that he'll drop by at your place so that he can take care of you personally. <3

Lee Donghyuck

"You've been coughing every minute, are you okay?" Haechan sent the message and then glances at the screen on his laptop. You're having a random live with a fellow member at the moment. She's building a lego set and wanted you to join, so despite having a cough and fever, you helped her. But it was quick to notice how you glance at your phone from time to time because of your boyfriend's messages. Haechan can see how your forehead creased when you read his message so he sent another one, "don't be angry, im supposed to be angry! why didn't you told me you were sick!?" once the live ended. You have to face an angry Haechan who nagged you for hours because you hid your sickness from him. In the end, you apologized to him because you knew he's just concerned for you. 

Na Jaemin

You thought that it wouldn't be obvious but when you saw how Jaemin's face went from smiling to a concerned look, you knew that you were bad at hiding. "You look pale," he pointed out. "Pale? what do you mean, I'm always pale," you lied, laughing awkwardly. But Jaemin crossed his arms and then stared at you with a serious expression. That's why you have no choice but to tell your boyfriend that you actually came back from the hospital because you have to take a medicines for your health. Once Jaemin learned this he'll be disappointed that you hid your sickness from him. "You got me worried you know that? Tell me next time so that I can accompany," he said to you. "Babe, if you accompany me, they'll know that we're dating." "I don't care about that, I care about your health." 

Zhong Chenle

You're promoting at the same with NCT Dream, and during your promotions, you accidentally injured your legs. You tried to brush it off thinking that it's just a mild sprain, but after your pre-recording stage, you couldn't help but feel that the pain is striking on your whole legs already. So when you got off the stage, you were limping until you reached the backstage where Chenle is coincidentally at the hallway. He'll be surprised to see you, but then helps you have seat first. He'll ask if you're okay and you tried to brush it off, that's when your boyfriend became angry, "what do you mean it's nothing!? you're limping! stop forcing yourself or it'll get worse," his tone was a bit harsh but you know that he's just worried about you, and you couldn't help but to hug him to seek comfort. Chenle, even though he's still mad, hugs you back. 

Park Jisung

It was late when you realized that you made a mistake of giving your fans an update through bubble message because Jisung also suscribes to your bubble! So when he called you a few minutes after you sent those message, you just realized what you have done. "What do you mean you're sick?" he asked with a concerned tone. You told him that it's just a fever and you were advised to take a few weeks to rest, "a few week rests for a fever doesn't sound good to me." his tone became more serious, that's why you immediately apologize to him because you knew that Jisung's always there to remind you about your health and well-being! So learning that you're sick means that you just ignore his words. "Take care of yourself okay? I can't be there because I'm out the country but please, please take care of yourself okay?" you only smile as you said okay to him. 

[neuvislover]

☆༉ — 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.

pairing. neuvillette, wriothesly, lyney, chlide, cw: slight sexual themes, no smut, gn!reader genre: fluff, established relationship

about. genshin men having baby fever

request. Hiii, I saw your requests open, so I was wondering... Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Thoma, and Childe + baby fever, showing it as rubbing/kissing reader's belly or being clingier than usual

note. I apologize that this took so long and that I've been away for quite some time but I hope u enjoy this

𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂 — the realization hit him hard, and it hit him deep. he wanted a family, and he wanted it to be with you. the mere thought of you all swollen up with his child in your stomach elicited all sorts of emotions inside him. the vision of you rocking your baby to sleep as returned home after a long day made his heart light up. the thought of you sleeping side by side with a mini him brought a dimension of bliss. He couldn't wait to see you having his child, couldn't wait to build up a family with you.

𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 — the thought of having a child had been lingering in his brain for days. he is trying to ignore it, pushing it aside yet every time he sways his thoughts it is just getting stronger day by day. his hands were wandering around your stomach rubbing and caressing your soft skin. taken aback by the sudden affection neuvillette showed you because he was typically not the first one who gets needy in the morning. so you fixed your position to see his face properly. cupped both of his cheeks with your palms and laid your forehead on top of his “neuvi what’s wrong?”. he didn’t answer you albeit he pulled your waist closer to him and ran his big palms on your stomach.

“just thinking, my dear”

𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓪 — he has always had a soft spot for children. whenever he sees kids playing in inazuma city he can't help but smile and feel a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. he’s always quick to help a child who’s fallen down, offer them treats, or entertain them with funny faces and stories. thoma reads books and articles about parenting, wanting to be well-prepared. knitting up adorable baby clothes, He enjoys every second of it, thinking about the day he’ll dress his own child in them. he often finds himself smiling at the thought of little everyday moments—like walking through the market with a baby in a carrier or tucking a child into bed with a bedtime story.

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮 — grinning as he watches your smile widen at the baby in front of you both at the store. a playful giggle fills the air, warming his heart as he imagines a future home with you and the baby. childe is already very family-oriented, often talking about his younger siblings and how much he loves them. his baby fever stems from this deep familial bond and his desire to create a family of his own. despite these thoughts, his eyes remain fixed on you as you bag the groceries. you ask if everything is okay, and he responds with a gentle smirk and a kiss on your temple

"Hmm, just perfect, sweetheart."

𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽!:

𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬 — tho he doesn’t openly show his feelings but often watches families and children with a soft, contemplative look. He sees parents with their kids in mondstadt and feels a deep yearning for a family of his own. diluc yearns for a family of his own and starts making small gestures hinting at his baby fever, like buying cute trinkets or toys when he sees them. he prepares himself mentally and emotionally for fatherhood, practicing patience and empathy. diluc carefully discusses his dreams and hopes for a family with you and secretly plans how he would decorate a nursery in the winery.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Sorry I have baby fever again and I'm projecting on my blorbos. This could've also evolved into mpreg but like I'm leaving it open

So the first time they break up, it's not as explosive as people assume — it is Bradley that does the breaking up.

They were going strong and Bradley didn't have any doubts that Jake was the right person for him — sure, maybe he doubted if he was the right person for Jake, but he tried not to give in to the insecurities.

That's all changed when he found out Jake didn't want to get married and have children.

Bradley didn't necessarily think marriage was something needed for love (he had plenty of examples growing up...) but it was something he personally wanted to have once the option showed up on the horizon and the first few states allowed for it. It wasn't really an option that he could consider with the Navy still looming over their heads and he and Jake started the whole relationship without big emotions attached and slowly turned it into what it became — so they never talked about their plans for life beyond the Navy.

Bradley always wanted to get married and have children, even when it didn't seem entirely possible. He had seen a couple of weddings when he was younger and he longed to have what some of the adults in his life had as a child. He was an only child, not by choice, and often felt lonely and by the time Slider and Sarah (and other couples in his parents life) had a child of their own, he was too old to play with them — but he was also old enough that the babies fascinated him, that he could hold them and feed them and make them smile or stop crying. And he liked it, a lot, maybe even much more than anyone would suspect for someone his age.

But it was meeting Jake's family that cemented it — Jake was the youngest of six and already an uncle to eight kids when Bradley met his parents and siblings for the first time. Bradley spent the whole weekend hiding away at the kids' table and holding infants and carrying around toddlers and managing little tantrums and speaking in a softer voice and cuddling sleepy pre-schoolers at the door.

He wanted this kind of life more than anything.

But Jake didn't. And Bradley found out by accident — their group was just sitting around and celebrating one of the guys getting engaged and sure enough when Jake got asked if he thinks about settling down with someone, Jake went, Hell no. Explained he didn't want to be chained down forever by anyone, that marriage is just a piece of paper and he doesn't really want a piece of paper to be the thing holding him together with someone.

And you know, on the off chance that this is something he said in front of everyone — it's not like he could have looked at Bradley across the table and say, If only I could — Bradley asks tentatively at home, you know, whether he really didn't want to get married if he had the option.

Maybe for a tax rebate, if it was big enough.

Half of a dream life falling, Bradley asks about children. And Jake gives him a whole monologue about how he had a newborn around himself since he was fourteen and he has enough diapers and cries for the rest of his life, thank you, children are not as fun when you can't give them back to their parents when trouble starts.

And Bradley makes a decision.

Bradley doesn't really say anything — it'd sound ridiculous, to say that he loves Jake more than anything else but they're just not compatible. Jake never really connects the dots and doesn't really understand what went wrong — one day he and Bradley were solid, the next one Bradley was breaking up with him — hence the bitterness.

Bradley dates people who have the same goals - marriage, kids, a family life — but he never really finds someone he feels even half as much as he felt about Jake.

When after the mission, they get back together, Bradley accepts that marriage and children are something he'll never have with Jake.

And so the Bradley Bradshaw Babysitting service starts — if Bradley can't be a parent, he'd fill the void by being the best uncle ever to every single child he knows. Javy's toddler, Slider's grandchildren, Omaha's sons, Halo's daughter, their neighbor's kids. It's usually easily excusable — Bradley volunteers to babysit, usually when Jake is busy, and if Jake questions it, he can always say, well, they needed someone and I didn't know how to say no and Bradley can just keep these two parts of his life separated.

It all culminates when they're at a BBQ with the whole group and Fritz's two-month-old daughter keeps falling asleep in Bradley's arms — she wakes up and starts crying whenever Bradley tries to put her down back in the stroller and Fritz's wife (a very tired new mom) says Bradley needs to move in with them so they can keep him forever.

So Bradley spends the whole evening walking around with a two-month-old baby in his arms, eating with one hand or letting Jake pop little macarons into his mouth, never letting go, repeating he doesn't mind it at all.

And Jake is watching him feed the baby with a bottle and Nat comes around and raises her eyebrows at him. "Thinking about having your own?"

"Kids only look nice in the pictures, not so fun if you don't have anyone to give them back at the end of the day. We like our peace and quiet." When Nat doesn't answer him and just stares at him, he adds, "What?"

Slowly, she says, "Bradley's wanted to have kids as long as I've known him."

"I think I know him a bit better than you."

She gives him an incredelous look and waves in Bradley's general direction, still with the infant in his arms, speaking softy with Fritz's wife. "Does he look to you like someone who doesn't want children?"

And then she just, walks away. And yeah, maybe when Jake looks at Bradley with the baby (and the countless other children from their friend group that love him), that makes sense. Bradley is really good with kids but that doesn't mean he wants to have kids — Jake is good with kids as well (hard not to be, given how many babies there are in his family) but that doesn't mean he wants kids.

And Jake always assumed that given the circumstances, Bradley didn't want kids — they were both two men in the Navy with little to no family around, kids weren't exactly available to them, the most logical thing would be to, well, not want them.

But the times are different, the last ten years have changed a lot, a lot is possible.

Jake's never thought to ask — why would he when it all seemed settled for him? Bradley had never mentioned anything when they were together the first time. He's never mentioned anything this time around either, despite babysitting half the neighborhood. Jake's known him the longest out of all the people in their friend group, knows him better than anyone.

So, when the opportunity arises, he asks Mav, "Has Bradley ever said anything about wanting children?"

He gives him the same look as Nat gave him at the BBQ. "Why, are you guys...?"

"No, god, no. I'm just curious, is all."

"Well, he's always wanted kids."

He tries not to be surprised. "Always?"

"Even when he was a kid, he played with baby dolls as much as with plane and car toys," Mav says, smiling, and Jake can imagine it — "And as a teenager, he was so good with kids, always said that when he gets married and has his own, he..."

Jake's never really thought Bradley'd think of this as a when, not an if.

"We knew, when he was younger, that he wasn't exactly straight but," Mav explains. "When he stopped talking to us, one of my biggest fears was that the years would go on and when we finally meet again, he'd already have children that never even knew Bradley had us, for a family. Now I kind of wish it happened."

Jake's not oblivious to the years he and Bradley were broken up — he knows Bradley dated, even if nothing serious came out of it. Would he be as happy as he was to get back together with him if Bradley had a child with someone else, if he had been married?

Jake doesn't try to be subtle when he brings it up. "I think we should—discuss having children."

"There's nothing to discuss," Bradley replies instantly and he's avoiding looking at Jake, curt.

"Bradley—"

"Jake," he says. "You don't want to get married, you don't want children. I'm happy as we are. End of story."

"But you do want all that," Jake notes.

"I made peace with—this, okay, it's not—" It's obvious that Bradley is trying not to lie to him, choosing his words carefully. "You don't want to get married, you don't want children — there's no compromise to this, there's nothing we can do."

"We could get married and have children?"

"It's—admirable, that you want to make me happy, but I'm happy already."

"You don't look happy," Jake says because it all just seems so clear - the way Bradley doesn't want to have this conversation, the way he's closed up this part of life away from Jake.

"My point is, I'm not subjecting myself to a husband that didn't want to marry me in the first place and I'm not subjecting any child to a parent that didn't want them out of their own will. Both those things—you just can't force."

"What if we weren't forcing it?"

Finally, Bradley looks him in the eyes and asks, "Do you want to marry me?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it doesn't really matter to me how we do it."

"Do you want children, Jake?"

"I don't know anymore."

"Those answers don't change anything then."

And Jake doesn't know why, fully, but it bothers him because for him everything suddenly changed.

[zevrra]

could u write a jayce x female or gn reader fic or blurb where the reader has major baby fever or just wants a child in general? I feel like Jayce would make such a good girl dad. idk..this request is pretty stupid but i’ve just been craving Jayce as a dad.

I LUV UR WRITING BTW!! PLS NEVER STOP POSTING! 🤍

a/n: AAAAH this was such a cute idea i couldn’t resist KSHDKH. jayce 100% is a girl dad, you can’t change my mind and i also like to think he’d want a HUGE family too. 😭 thank you so much for the request and im sorry it’s a lil shorter but i hope it makes you giggle and kick your feet at the thought of dad!jayce bc i did KSHSKH i love jayce so much omg

jayce is definitely someone who wants to have a giant family one day. wants to have as many kids, in anyway possible, as his partner will let him. he’d be so sweet talking about how one day he hopes he can show off his kids and give them everything they could ever dream about. his heart is so big and it’s just so cute.

the two of you had been together for a very long time and seeing every child recently made you yearn for your own. so when you mention over dinner one day, wanting to start a family; he’s ecstatic. he’s so happy, staring at you with wide eyes as his face lights up with that stupidly charming smile of his.

“are you serious?” he asks; as if this might be a dream and that you’re lying to him.

“no jayce, i said it just to tease you.” you respond sarcastically. laughing with a shake of your head. you manage a shy glance in his direction as your fingers play with the utensils on the table. “i’ve just been thinking about it recently. seeing all the cute babies around the city during the holidays is just making me…want to start a family.” you add with a smile towards your lover.

who still sits and stares at you with wide eyes. his mouth slightly agape, fangs flashing as his lips curl up in a warm smile. he reaches across the table to grab your hand, his pretty hazel eyes full of love as he brings your hand up to his lips; placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“it’s your call, my love but i would be honored to start a family with you.” jayce hums sweetly. he plants another kiss against your knuckles before his thumb rubs across the top of your hand, soothingly touching you as he practically looks like he’s on the verge of tears. as if he’s waited for this moment for forever.

always so dramatic and you loved him for it.

“i think you’d make a great dad.” you state in a matter of fact tone, giving his hand a gentle squeeze back.

and truly, jayce would in fact make the best dad. you didn’t have to say it out loud to know it was true either; since he was already the perfect partner. you could easily imagine him with a little girl, protecting her from any harm, playing dress up, pretending to drink tea when he’s offered a plastic cup. he’s so sweet and deserves everything good in the world and you wanted nothing more than to start that next chapter in his and your own life.

[wolfish-trickster]

In sickness

Astarion x female!reader/Tav

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: you wake up with an extremely high fever. As bad luck usually has it all companions have to leave the camp. All except the only undead one who has long forgotten what being sick feels like.

Warnings: angst to fluff, (child) SA and abuse, typos, possible bad grammar, i know jack shit about dnd (only have been obsessed with bg3 for two weeks) so some companions and over all logic might be ooc, enjoy :3

A/N: this is my first time writing for Astarion, I tried to be as accurate as possible from all the videos I've seen of him. Also I started writing this while having 39.9°C myself so reading it could feel like a fever dream 😅

"Karlach, can I hug you?" you mutter.

Everyone sitting around the campfire spits out their stew which Gale worked very hard on. All their eyes studied you as if you've already turned into a mindflayer.

"If you so desperately want to cuddle I volunteer," Astarion raises his hand.

Shadowheart yanks it down with a scowl. "As if she'd want to cuddle a bloodthirsty icicle."

"Unlike you my dear, my warm heart makes up for the cold body."

"What makes you think my heart isn't wamer than yours?"

"The clue is in your name, genius."

"As much as I'd love to, soldier," Karlach adressed you, completely ignoring the bickering of the two of them, "I'd hurt you and that's the last thing I want. But I appreciate it."

You didn't have the heart to tell her the truth after the sweet smile she showed you. But you had to. "I'm just," you hugged your shoulders even tighter, "I'm really cold Karlach. Maybe if you could, just a bit..."

"Warm you up?"

You nodded.

Gale studied your shivering frame. "Are you alright? You look a bit pale."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," you dismissed him.

"Fine looks different," Shadowheart let Astarion's wrist be and walked up to you, cupping your cheeks, feeling your temperature. "You're hot."

"Wow, and water is wet," Astarion scoffed and took a sip of his wine.

Shadowheart glared. "I meant her body."

"Me too!"

"Her temperature, you fool. It's way too high," she turned back to you, eyes softer, "I know you're cold, but we can't warm you up. We need to pull your temperature down."

"No," you groaned. You felt like you were freezing. Cooling you down? Is she out of her mind?

"We have to! If your body warms up any more your organs could fail and we could lose you!"

Before you could protest she already started dragging you to her tent. Astarion creeping up behind you. "Excuse my intrusion but what kind of logic is that? Look at her! She's shivering and you want to freeze her even more?"

"A coldblooded guy like you won't understand," said Shadowheart as she forced you to lay down on her bedroll. "Humans have a certain body temperature at which all of their body functions work properly. If infection gets in the immune system rises the temperature in order to get rid of the virus or the parasite, since they can't survive high heat. Unfortunately neither can humans," she kept explaining as she searched for the correct vial in her bag. "If our temperature stays high for way too long some of our organs can fail which could lead to dire consequences."

"I know but please," you propped up yourself on your elbows, "all I need is couple of minutes. Then you can do whatever you want with me."

"Sorry," she said as she finally pulledout a small vial filled with icy blue liquid. "For how long have you had the fever?"

You shrugged. Around noon you noticed your face getting warmer but you guessed it must've been from the traveling under the sun with barely any shadow on your trail. Then as the sun kept getting lower and lower you still felt warm, even when the rest had to put on another layer of clothing to shield them from the soft wind. It was only an hour ago when your warmth left you, replacing it with freezing cold and shiver all over your body.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter," Shadowheart gave you the vial. "Bottoms up."

You studied it. The liquid inside almost resembled water. Slightly colored but still. A big difference from dense potions she had in her arsenal. You opened it and drank it in one gulp. Coldness bloomed inside your chest and you wrapped yourself in whatever your hands reached.

Astarion crossed his arms. "Not that I doubt your healing abbilities but-"

"Then don't doubt them," Shadowheart smirked and pushed him out of her tent. "She needs rest now."

It only took minutes for your body to stop shivering. Your cheeks didn't feel like they were on fire anymore. Finally.

Your eyelids became too heavy for you to keep them open. Consciousness slowly slipped from you, but not before hearing faint voices of your companions.

"I should've taken her to her own tent though..."

"As if that makes any difference where she lays."

"But it does make a difference where I lay! Her tent is the only available now."

"Problem solved then."

"It's right next to yours."

".....well shit, Shadowheart."

☆

It was quiet. Awfully quiet. Not a good sign when it comes to your little group.

You attempted to stand up and go investigate but the entire world spinned beneath your feet. Yup, no walking for you today. Begrudgingly you layed down again, annayed at your weak body. Those times when you sprang up and fought goblins seemed like ages ago. Oh, how you took them for granted...

Shadowheart's tent opened. Even with closed eyes you could hear these footsteps weren't hers. They were soft, light, like a sneaking cat's. You opened your eyes. It took some time for them to adjust but even blurry you could make out curly white hair and pale face with two red eyes like two drops of blood on snow.

"What time is it?" You groaned.

"Almost noon," Astarion answered and sat down, cross-crossed right next to your flaming body. You couldn't take the heat anymore and threw the blankets as far away from you as you could, which was slightly past your feet.

"I take it you're not cold anymore?"

You shook your head. "Where is everyone."

"Shadowheart and Gale went to a nearby village to fetch some medicine for you. Karlach went with them to," he coughed a bit and imitated Karlach's voice, "protect them since our bravest soldier is fighting her own battles. In my opinion she just wants to check out the local tavern. It has been some time since we've come across a decent one. I swear the bigger the city the more their wine tastes like vinegar," he scrunched up his nose and you giggled.

"You could've went with them. Maybe you'd find a fine wine bar and restock. Or you were too worried about little ol' me?" You teased.

"Oh please, I'm not some drunkard who can't go a month without a fine bevarage. Even though their offer was tempting I selflessly volunteered to stay behind and look after you," he waved his hands around like a diva that he is. "So tell me darling, what ails you?"

You turned on your side, facing him, eyes closed. Just yesterday you would've given anything to feel warm, you'd even risk it and throw yourself into a bonfire. But now you wanted nothing more than to jump into a frozen lake instead. "I'm hot."

"I'm aware."

"Astarion," you moaned out his name to which he chuckled. Not the first time he heard his name fall from your lips like that.

"Alright, what am I supposed to do? All the instructions I got were "look after her" with no other details."

You sighed. "Just bring me a glass of water please."

It took some time but at last Astarion marched into Shadowheart's, now temporarily yours, tent. He found you eyes closed splayed out like a starfish on the slightly cooler ground, the warmth of the bedroll long forgotten. Astarion croched down and brushed his fingers over your sweaty forhead. It felt almost as if he touched a burning oven.

Shadowheart's words echoed in his mind. High temperature for way too long, failing organs, dire consequences. Damn it, for how much longer are they going to stay on their little field trip?

Your soft sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. Unknowingly he placed his full palm on your burning forhead which pulled out a soft content humm from you. What does Shadowheart call him? Cold blooded?

"Darling," he leaned in and whispered to disturb your short nap as little as possible, "I have an idea. I will attempt to cool you down with my body until your medicine comes. We'll finally have a proper cuddle, what do you say?"

Eyes still closed you nuzzled into his cold palm even more. Astarion took it as a yes. A big mistake on his part.

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You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Pain pounded in your head and if that wasn't enough the whole world kept on spinning and spinning. You heard voices. Something cold on your forhead. It felt nice. Comforting. You whined a bit when the cool object left. However you didn't have the energy to chase it and return the good feeling. Something shuffled in the background. Some fabrics. You couldn't care less, you just turned on your side, ignroing the uncomfortable feeling of your sweaty shirt clinging to your back.

The hem of the shirt moved up. Someone was pulling it off of you. Panicked you opened your eyes, unable to make your vision focused and clear. All you could see was a shirtless male body, much bigger than yours, hovering above you. Two blurry limbs pulling your shirt over your head. Something came back to you, a distant memory. One you naively thought has left your brain for good. Tears welled up in your eyes and you weakly tried to push the fabric down to cover yourself again but the stranger was stronger.

"No, please no," you whispered, unable to make any louder sound out of the weakness.

"Relax, I know you don't want to but Shadowheart-"

"No," you said a bit louder. You couldn't remember what or who was Shadowheart, or whose voice was speaking to you. The only thing on your mind was escape. It was only after the man has fully taken off your shirt when you gained enough strength to scream. "Robert stop it!"

Your leg flew up in a weak attempt to kick but he caught it. "What?"

When you realized your old trick won't work again you wriggled your ankle from his grasp and curled into the smallest ball you could. Your eyes stang with hot tears, body shaking from both the temperature and the fear. Trembling you waited. Waited for him to do something, anything. Nothing happened. No rough hands roaming parts of your body you didn't want touched. No further stripping. After a long time your heart finally stopped pounding in your chest, your tears have dried. Your headache has gone too. With a clear vision and even clearer mind you started to remember. You weren't a kid anymore. This wasn't your grandma's cottage. And the man patiently sitting in the corner with his head down was...

"Astarion?"

His head snapped towards yours. "There you are," he put on one of his charming smiles. A fake one as you've learned over the months. "For a second I thought you've been overcome by the worm already," he let out a chuckle. A high pitched one. The one he uses to mask his true feelings.

Your hand brushed your dry cracked lips and he understood. Cold water streamed down your throat, spreading the relieving coolness all over your chest. Once you've finished the glass Astarion put it beside you, tucked couple of blankets over your half naked bidy and moved to the corner again, as far away from you as possible. You grabbed his sleeve. "Stay."

"I can't."

"I'm sorry."

"What?" His eyes met yours, confusion swimming in his blood red irises. "Darling you have it a bit twisted. I should be the one apologizing," he took your hand in his and forced your fingers to stop clutching his clothes. It was still flaming hot. Not even the cold water has helped...

"No, I- hmm," you sighed and looked away.

Astarion sat down and studied you. For the first time he appreciated his skill of reading people in order to please them. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Your lips formed a thin line, eyes began to water.

Astarion raised his hands up in a panic. "Or not. Forget I ever said anything. Let's just wait until the rest returns. Until then we could play some nice games. Everyone loves those! Alright, I spy with my eye something that is blue. Guess what?"

His usual bravado was back. Not a hint about the concerned vulnerable Astarion that peeked out a second ago. You wanted that Astarion. No, you needed him. Out of all people he is the only one that could understand.

"Astarion."

"But darling, I'm not blue," he chuckled and attempted to give you the warmest eyes possible. "Try again."

"No, I-I want to tell you. What happened to me. Maybe I'll feel better afterwards?" You looked up at him, pleading with your eyes. Begging the soft Astarion to come to you.

He did. His over exaggarated smile fell into a sympathetic one as he proped up his chin on his hands. "Alright. I'm all ears."

You nodded. Suddenly you had no idea how to even begin. Where to begin?

He noticed your struggle. "It's alright, take your time."

"I just don't know where to begin..."

"From the start. That usually works," he playfully nudged you to lighten up the mood.

You rolled your eyes but with a soft smile. Alright. You've carried it inside for long enough.

"When I was a child my parents had to go on business trips a lot. They usually dropped me at my grandmother's house. She had a small cottage in the mountains. No neighbours, no kids, no friends. I hated going there," you turned on your side, facing him as memories from your childhood filled your mind. The long journey to her cottage. The cakes she always baked just for you, to get your energy back after such a trip. The smell of the cottage filled your nose; blueberry pie, old wood, moss. How you used to love that smell. It was the only good thing about that lonely place.

"But, once in a while my cousin visited."

"Robert," Astarion whispered more to himself than to you. As he slowly started putting the pieces of this puzzle together he realized how horribly scared you must've been few minutes ago.

You continued. "He was quite older than me. I loved him. He was the big brother I always wanted. We stole cookies together, he taught me how to climb a tree. He played with me lots and lots," you smiled during remembering of the nice parts. Then the ugly chapter of the story came. Your mouth fell into a straight line, your eyes lost all shine. "One day we begged grandma to make us a pie with forest fruit. She promised to fill the biggest basket she owned with berries and make us the best pie we've ever eaten. Then she closed the door and my cousin suggested we play a new game."

Your arms curcled around your shoulders. Subconsciously pulling yourself into a smalle curled ball again. "I didn't know the rules. He never explained them. But then he took of his shirt. And wanted to take mine off too. I tried to fight him off but he pinned me to the ground. That bastard ripped apart my favourite dress."

Astarion opened his mouth, ready to pull you back into present, to stop you from reliving that horrible moment.

"But," you said, "he was always clumsy with his belt. Always wanted to have a dagger tied to it. I kicked it and it ripped his stomach. Left quite the wound."

That....wasn't what Astarion expected. "My, you were feisty even in your childhood," he purred.

You chuckled. "Not really. I was aiming for the crotch but my legs were too short," Astarion chuckled and the shine returned to your face again. "My grandma came back before he could bleed out. She saved him. When she asked what's happened he said we were just playing. Then he left and I haven't seen him for ten years. When we met again he never even mentioned it, as if it never happened. He never told anyone. Neither did I. And neither will you."

Astarion nodded. "Cross my heart and hope to- uh. I promise."

"Thanks," you rolled on your back again. "Actually now that I've said it out loud, it doesn't sound that bad, you know? I mean, he didn't do anything to me, but I actually drew blood. If anything, he should be the traumatized one, not me."

You couldn't see it but Astarion's face flipped between multiple expressions. Shock, confusion, anger, and finally sympathy. "Let me stop you right there darling. First of all, don't ever dismiss it because "nothing happened". Something has happened and you have every right to feel what you do. Second of all, even though he's your family, in my humblest opinion he deserved to bleed out right then and there for scarring you. And third of all," he carefully took your hand and you sighed at the contact with something cool, "I'm always here for you. Just as you were always there for me. Don't close yourself from me. I know the feeling and trust me, it's better to let it out. Like you've taught me."

You squeezed his hand, grateful for his words. You did feel better, mentally. But physically you were ready to die.

"Astarion, could you do something, please?"

"Anything my love."

You bit your lower lip nervously and stared at your joined hands. "Could you cuddle with me? Shirt off and all that. Just like you wanted before I..."

His eyes grew concerned. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. Slowly you took the blanket off of you and propped yourself up on your elbows. You were sick of lying down all the time.

Astarion reached out to steady your frame as you slowly came to sit on his lap, straddling it. You hugged his cold torso and sighed in pure pleasure. This is exactly what your overheated body needed. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and clung to him like koala. To your dissapointment Astarion's hand remained respectfully on the waistband of your pants.

"Hug me back. Please," you whispered into his pale skin.

Reluctantly his arms circled you, carefully as if you could break if he held you too tight. After seeing your reactions his hands started to draw circles on your back, spreading the coolness all over it.

The two of you have been together, joined body and soul, multiple times. Even in a position like this with no pants as bariers at all. But this...this hug. It was by far the most intimate you've ever been with him.

He held you like that for hours. Even when his legs have long fallen asleep he didn't want to end this just yet. Out of all the times he has had creatures of all shapes and sexes ride him and cling to him just like you were now, what you did was different. Pleasant. For the first time he truly felt needed, in the most innocent way possible.

After your vertigo came back you wanted to lay down again but Astarion coukdn't let the feeling end yet. So there you were now, chest to chest, your arms hilding his torso tightly against yours, your hot cheek resting against a place where Astarion's heart would be beating out of pure joy if he was still alive. It only took couple of strokes on your back and you were gone, off to the dreamlands. Astarion would've followed you if it wasn't for the ruckus outside the tent.

"Tav, we're back!" Gale ripped apart the closed flaps on the tent.

"And we have a medicine for you! It took a while of persuasion but at last we have a potion for you that will pull you right back onto your feet," Shadowheart said proudly as she held up a vial with thick purple liquid.

"Shush you foold," Astarion pressed his index finger to his lips. His other hand came up to cover the little bit of your sideboob that was peeking out at the world. Respectfully tho, no touching at all. Just hovering above it.

Gale, Shadowheart and Karlach stared at the spectacle before them.

"What? I finally got to use my cold bloodedness for good," Astarion said proudly. "See how I'm becoming a goody two shoes like the rest of you? I'll be concidered a hero in no time!"

Ignoring him Shadowheart crouched down and felt your forhead with the back of her hand. Than your cheeks. "I hate to admit it, but you cured her," she stood up, "no fever at all."

"It could be temporary though," Gale pointed out, "as soon as Astarion stops...hugging her, her temperature will shoot right back up."

"All the more reason for me to keep holding her. An excelent observation wizard."

Gale frowned but said nothing. He did walk into his own trap there after all.

Karlach tapped the corc closing the vial. "What do we do with this then? Since Fangs has cured her on his own."

"We could store it for worse times. Or we could get high as hells from it. I did read it has different effects on healthy bodies," Shadowheart thought out loud while examining the potion in her hand.

"I wote for number two," Gale's arm shot up.

"I wholeheartedly concur," Karlach joined.

"Me too," Astarion held up his hand as well.

Shadowheart kissed her teeth. "No fun times for you. You need to be in full consciousness in case your patient gets worse."

Disapointed, Astarion let his hand fall back between your shoulderblades. "I guess that's a small price for having her body blissfully cliging to mine," he smirked at Gale.

"Get your fill while you can," the wizard said and took the vial from Shadowheart's hand. "When she's healthy again no right mind would want to cling to a piece of ice."

With that he stomped out.

"Thankfully, none of us are in their right mind in any time of the day," he smiled and like a cat that got its treat nuzzled his head ontop of yours.

"I do have one request," Shaodheart said before she could exit the tent. "Get out of my tent. I finally want to sleep."

"Oh, how lovely of you to say that, kicking out a caretaker with his patient out into the wilderness," carefully he stood up, his hands supporting your legs wrapped around his waist, "with no weapon whatsoever," he walked passed her out of her tent, "how much cruel can you be."

"Even more if you don't stop whining."

Astarion couldn't care less to shoot her a sarcastic remark back. You stirred in his embrace. He stopped in his tracks, ready to pull you back into present in case you slipped again. None of that was needed. You only snaked your arms around his neck and sighed his name into his neck, your breath tickling the two bite scars on the side of it.

And while Lae'zel and Wyll that have just returned from their own mission dealt with their three companions getting higher than the ceiling, back in your tent Astarion has been getting hits of his very own drug. You.

And he has already become way too addicted.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Valentine's special

SYPNOSIS : valentine's day has come and so has your boyfriend's excitement (some of you are married)

When I said everyone I meant every one including jogo

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Nanami kento (husband)

Nanami Kento x Reader 7th Valentine’s Day Together

The Thoughtful Tradition – Nanami believes in consistency, so every year, he writes you a heartfelt letter instead of just buying a card. Seven years in, he’s got a little collection of them stored away, each one a deeper testament to his love. This year, he hands you the envelope with slightly pink-tinted ears, murmuring, “I tried to outdo last year’s, but words always fall short with you.”

Breakfast in Bed – He’s up early, making sure your favorite breakfast is prepared to perfection. No work today, he insists, pushing a plate toward you with that ever-so-soft look in his eyes. He even makes your coffee exactly how you like it, and if you’re feeling mischievous, you tug him back into bed with you for some extra cuddles. (Which he pretends to resist, but we all know he melts the second you bury your face in his chest.)

A Home Cooked Candlelit Dinner – Forget overpriced restaurants Nanami insists on making dinner himself because he wants everything to be personal. He spent days planning the menu, picking up ingredients from that one small market he trusts, and ensuring every dish is cooked to perfection. The moment he serves you, he watches for your reaction, waiting for that pleased little hum of approval.

The Gift Exchange – You both go all out for each other, but Nanami always leans toward something meaningful. This year, he surprises you with a customized piece of jewelry something discreet yet elegant, engraved with a tiny, personal message only the two of you would understand. And when you give him your gift, whether it’s a perfectly tailored suit, a sentimental keepsake, or even a scrapbook of your seven years together, you can see the way he swallows hard, genuinely touched.

Slow Dancing in the Living Room – After dinner, there’s no rush to do anything else. He simply takes your hand, pulls you into his arms, and sways with you to soft jazz playing in the background. It’s warm, safe, and intimate the kind of moment where you realize this is what love is. And when he leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, he murmurs, “Seven years still isn’t enough. I hope you’re ready for a lifetime more.”

Gojo Satoru (boyfie)

Gojo Satoru x Reader The Most Chaotic valentine's

He Plans… Sort Of? – Gojo insists he has the perfect Valentine’s Day planned. The problem? He made the plans at 3 AM, half-awake, while eating candy, so the itinerary is questionable at best. He tells you to “just trust him” with that smug grin, but you already know chaos is coming.

The Over-the-Top Gift – This man does not do simple. He probably buys you way too many presents expensive jewelry, limited-edition snacks, a plushie that looks exactly like you (creepy, but also kinda cute???). And just for the drama, he hands you a small box first, acting all serious… only for it to contain a single mint or a terrible pun written on a sticky note. He thinks it’s hilarious. (Don’t worry, he actually got you something breathtaking, he just likes messing with you first.)

A Date That Feels Like a Fever Dream – Gojo doesn’t believe in boring dates, so expect something wild. Ice skating at an exclusive rink that he rented out just for you two? A spontaneous trip to another country just for dessert? Taking you to the highest rooftop just to show you the best view? He’s a menace, but he makes sure every second is fun and unforgettable.

Loud, Dramatic Love Confessions – He never stops talking about how much he loves you. He’s saying it every five minutes, in front of strangers, to strangers—he literally stops an old lady on the street just to say, “Ma’am, isn’t my partner the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen?” (She agrees, obviously.)

The Softest, Most Unexpected Moment – Somewhere in the chaos, there’s a pause. You’re both sitting somewhere maybe watching the city lights, maybe just lying down after running around all day. And suddenly, Gojo is quiet. His fingers trace slow circles on your palm, and when he speaks, his voice is softer than usual. “You know… I don’t think I could’ve made it this far without you.”

A Love That Feels Like Forever – He pulls you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, and murmurs, “Every day with you feels like Valentine’s, y’know?” And in that moment, you realize Gojo Satoru might be the most chaotic man alive, but when he loves, he loves with everything he has.

Geto suguru (post fall sorry)

Post-Fall Geto Suguru x Reader A Bittersweet Valentine’s Day

The Silent Acknowledgment – Suguru isn’t the same man he was before, and you both know it. Valentine’s Day used to be something sweet a day filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing. But now, there’s an unspoken weight to it. He doesn’t say anything about the day at first, but you know he remembers. He always remembers.

A Late-Night Visit – You don’t expect anything, not from this version of him. But when night falls, there’s a soft knock at your door. And there he is tired, a little disheveled, but unmistakably Suguru. He doesn’t say much, just, “Mind if I come in?” His voice is quieter than usual, almost hesitant, like he’s fighting an internal battle just by being here.

A Simple Gesture, a Complex Meaning – He’s not the type to bring flowers anymore, but he does place something small on the table. A single, folded piece of paper. You recognize his handwriting immediately. It’s not an elaborate love letter just a simple, raw, unpolished confession. A reminder that even after everything, even after the blood on his hands, you are still the one thing he can never erase from his heart.

A Moment of Vulnerability – He sits on your couch, running a hand through his hair, sighing. You know he’s tired not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. And yet, when you place your hand over his, he doesn’t pull away. He just looks at you, something aching in his expression, and murmurs, “Do you ever regret it?”

A Love That Still Lingers – You tell him the truth: never. Because no matter how much he’s changed, how much distance he’s tried to put between you, your love for him has never wavered. And for a split second, the Geto Suguru you knew is there again the one who used to tease you, who used to hold you so effortlessly. He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re too good for me.”

The Goodbye That Always Hurts – He doesn’t stay the night. He never does. When the clock strikes midnight, he rises, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before murmuring, “Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart.” And just like that, he’s gone leaving behind only the lingering warmth of his presence and the quiet ache of knowing he’ll always come back, but never stay.

(don't come for me i m my biggest hater , I hate myself for this 😭)

Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader A Valentine’s Day 💀

First of All, He Does Not Care. (Or So He Says.) – If you expect Sukuna to be the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day like a normal man, you’re delusional. The second you mention the holiday, he scoffs. “Tch. What a pathetic, human tradition.” But guess what? By the end of the day, he’s still making it all about him and you.

The “Gift” Is a Power Move – Sukuna absolutely gives you a “gift,” but it’s something stupidly extravagant, just to show off. A throne? A legendary weapon? A cursed object with a horrifying backstory? If you ask for flowers, he’ll probably massacre an entire enchanted garden and present it to you like he just did you the biggest favor. “There. A hundred dead roses. Happy?”

Dinner… If You Survive It – He definitely takes you somewhere insane, whether you like it or not. “We’re feasting,” he declares and next thing you know, you’re seated at a cursed banquet where the dishes move and the drinks are probably forbidden. If you hesitate to eat something, he smirks and says, “What? Don’t trust me?” (No, you don’t, but you’re also not about to give him the satisfaction of saying it.)

Possessiveness Disguised as Indifference – If anyone dares to look at you the wrong way on Valentine’s, they’re dead. Simple. But if you call him out on it, he just shrugs. “I don’t care what weaklings do,” he mutters. But the way his hand lingers on your waist? The way his claws tighten ever so slightly when someone gets too close? Yeah, he cares.

The Unexpectedly Soft Moment (That He Will Deny Forever) – Somewhere in the chaos, there’s a moment when it’s just you and him. Maybe you’re sitting on the temple steps, maybe you’re staring at the moon. And for once, he’s not teasing or threatening you. He just looks at you really looks at you and says, “Tch. You’re lucky I tolerate you.” But his voice is lower, almost… fond.

The “Goodnight” That Isn’t Really a Goodnight – If you expect a sweet ending, please be serious. Sukuna does not whisper loving confessions or pull you into a tender embrace. No, he just smirks and says something infuriating like, “Don’t get used to this.” But the way his hand lingers on your wrist for just a second longer? The way he doesn’t let you go to bed without pulling you into his lap first? That’s his version of love. And honestly? It’s kind of addicting.

Me with geto suguru :