#tired to make a toy for a baby ended up so cursed

[elletudie]

the designer vs the designs but it’s all my failed attempts at sewing

[osachiyo]

˖ 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 ! — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai & jouno

𔘓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — n/sfw content (mdni), hurt + comfort, degradation, tit slapping, use of safe word, ooc in fyodor’s but idc let a girl dream, spanking, rough sex, face fucking, sadism, dacryphilia, toys, role-playing in jouno’s, overstimulation, reader doesn't actually use a safe word in chuuya's (its not possible with a mouthful of cock i promise), cunilingus, one of my only fics where fyodor isn't a toxic little shit so 🤷🏽‍♀️ ps. don't steal my headers !!

𔘓 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — here it is, the bsd version ! sorry for taking so long to finish this, there were some.. distractions 😓 i honestly did not expect this many people to request it *sob* anyways, happy reading and i hope ya'll enjoy ! NOT PROOFREAD !!

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“ ‘samu—!” You squealed, tugging on your boyfriend's hair as he moaned into your cunt, doing nothing but giving you more of that toe-curling pleasure.

"Mmh - don't interrupt my meal, darl'," he leaned back for some air only before spitting on your puffy cunt and driving back in. Large, bandaged hands were pushing your hips down on the bed to keep you in place— to let him have his favourite meal in peace, as he told you.

You couldn't recall how many times you came on his tongue— absolutely drenching his beautiful face with your juices, and he loved it. But you, on the other hand, were starting to get exhausted - no, you were exhausted, chest heaving as you tried to keep up with the hot coil in your lower tummy, threatening to snap any moment.

Dazai would know your limits if it were any other day - he'd know just when to stop, but today was exhausting for him too— and the entire day he was thinking of burying his face between his pretty little girlfriend's thighs - it never failed to melt all of his stress away and fuck did it work like a charm - all thoughts but the taste of your pretty cunt left his mind once he finally tasted you. Including the fact that you had your own limits and needed a break - no matter how pleasurable the feeling of his tongue felt against your swollen cunt— you needed a break.

You hesitantly moaned out the safe word, sinking into the mattress in exhaustion as you watch Dazai blink in confusion, before immediately pulling away from you. The bandaged hand that was previously pinning you down with fervor was now caressing your thigh gently.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" He was calm, eyeing you for any sign of hurt or discomfort. You only shied away from his gaze, fingers fingers fiddling with the satin sheets as you shook your head - "no.. just tired, 'samu." He nodded, a pout gracing his lips - the pink muscle glossy from your combined slick and saliva, "aww, was that too much for my pretty baby?" You only rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his chest as he laughed, planting a kiss on your temple with a soft "I love you so much."

"I love you too," You giggled as Dazai buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the bruises he gave you earlier that night as an apology.

Chuuya had a rough day, his underlings being "fucking dumb and not getting shit right as usual," in his words. So like the good little girlfriend you were, you were generous enough to offer your hard working boyfriend some "stress relief".

That's how you ended up on your knees in front of the ginger haired man— who was still fully dressed, seated on the fancy black leather couch as you choked on his cock.

Loud growls and words of praise left his chapped lips in hurried curses, a gloved hand pushing your head down to take his cock in fully, basically making you deepthroat him. "God, pretty f-fuckin' girl, my good girl - such a good fuucking- argh—! fuckfuckfuck! Just like that baby, take this fuckin' cock.." He threw his head back against the headrest of the couch, hips now thrusting erratically up to your mouth, fat balls slapping against your chin as you gagged around him. Tears streaked freely down your stuffed cheeks, making him hiss out curses— fuck, you were such a pretty crier.

If he were only more focused and not drunk off of the pleasure of your warm and inviting mouth swallowing him whole, he'd notice your panicked whines, the way you dug your nails into the muscle of his thighs - scratching and trying to pull away from his cock, even slapping them in panic.

You couldn't breathe— you felt lightheaded and if Chuuya kept going, you'd surely faint from the lack of air.

As if right on cue, Chuuya finally remembered that you needed to breathe— hurriedly letting go of your hair and pulling you off his cock, his heart broke once he saw you coughing and sputtering on the floor, your face scrunched up in pain as air finally entered your lungs.

"Shit— doll, are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby," he sounded genuinely guilty, and he was! He'd never want to actually hurt you unless you asked for it, and he felt so fucking bad. You nodded in response, leaning your head against his thigh as you finally breathed normally— tears, snot, drool and his precum dripping down your chin.

" 'm sorry for ruining this, Chuu. I know today was stressfu—" Chuuya cut you off with a click of his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown gracing his pretty lips, "What're you talking 'bout, baby? You didn't ruin anything," he sighed, "c'mere."

He put his hands under your arms before tugging you up in his lap, gently wiping your face with his gloved hands before pressing sweet kisses on your whole face while whispering sweet nothings about how much he loves you— how good you are for him. The ticklish feeling of his kisses made you giggle— sounding like sweet music to his ears.

After all, no matter how much he likes to see you crying and sniffling for him, he'd always prefer your adorable little giggles.

"Slap!"

You choked out a moan at the harsh impact of your husband's hand cracking down on your ass— his hand gently rubbed the heated skin as an apology, but you knew it was only a facade. "How many was that, dear?" He mused, tone nothing but unkind and condescending. It make you feel small, and ashamed— but you also couldn't deny the way your pussy gushed out more and more slick with each hit— and he made sure to belittle you for it.

"T-twenty six?" You stuttered, thighs twitching in anticipation as Fyodor ran a slim finger up and down your soaked folds, collecting the slick on his finger before shoving it inside.

"Mmh—! Fedya p-please.." You begged, which inly made him grin devilishly— god, he was so handsome. "Please what? You have to be more specific than that," he muttered as he shoved a second finger in your drooling cunt— his free hand kneading the battered skin of your ass but you could care less about the sting.

"P-please! Make me cum—!" You gasped when another brutal smack was landed on your poor ass, the soft fat rippling as his hand met your skin. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" His voice grew stern. You flinched when he flipped you on your back, basically throwing you on the pristine white mattress of your shared bed.

You landed on the bed with a soft "oof!", it wasn't long before Fyodor joined you in bed, basically ripping your cute little babydoll dress off of you as greedy hands cupped your tits, his gaze ferocious— you've never seen him like this. "You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" He growled— kicking your legs apart to nudge a knee between them - against your bare, sopping cunt. "Fedya—" You got cut off by your own pained yelp as Fyodor tangled his fingers into your hair, yanking your head back to reveal your throat— the soft and sensitive skin just begging him to bite it - mark you up as his.

"Hush now, slut." He scoffed, harshly biting down on the column of your throat— as you let out a pained gasp. It hurt like hell.

You don't know what happened but you didn't like this anymore, you didn’t want to be treated roughly anymore, didn’t wanna be called mean names— you weren’t even processing the harsh words coming out of his mouth, you just wanted it to stop.

“Red, S-stop— red!” You whimpered, sniffling as Fyodor’s movements came to a halt. He let go of his tight grip on your hair— instead gently scooping you up in his arms and cradling you, hushing your little whines.

He silently scanned you before saying anything, dry lips pulled into a frown. You certainly didn’t look hurt… was it something he said? “What happened, darling?” He questioned, voice calm and soothing— a contrast to your own broken one. “Too rough,” you pouted up at him, burying your face further in his chest.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, love. I should’ve been gentler, huh?” He brushed a stray hair from your face, before gently massaging your scalp— easing the burn from him pulling it earlier. “ ‘s okay, fedya,” you sighed, he was so good with his fingers (in more ways than one).

“I love you, dear,” kissing the crown of your head, a soft smile tugged at his lips. “I love you too!” You smiled back. A moment of silence passed as you stayed in his embrace, before speaking up again,

“You’re doing the dishes tonight, by the way.”

“…Fair enough.”

"You're so cute when you get like this," Nikolai cooed, voice drowned out by the sound of his hips smacking against your ass. He had you in a full nelson, your back flush against his chest, strong arms hooked under your knees to hold you up in the air as he thrusted into the warmth of your spasming cunt. "Ngh— 's too much - kolya—" you slurred, head falling back against his shoulder. God, his stamina was no fucking joke— you thought, jaw unhinged as you let out wanton moans. His thighs were absolutely drenched with a nasty mixture of your slick and his cum from the previous rounds— making a "pap! pap! pap!" noise everytime they met your ass. The whole thing was dirty, messy and so fucking lewd— his favorite combination.

"Oh hush now— you say it's too much but—" he gave a mean slap to your bouncing tits, making you squeal and kick your legs at the pained pleasure. "You're just gushing all over me— how am I supposed to believe it's too much for you, hm, dove?" His breath was hot against your ear, making you shudder— "ca— can't! please!" You sobbed, but your tears did nothing more but get him more fired up - shit, you looked the prettiest when you cried.

But the thing is— you actually weren't lying, it was really getting too much for you. But apparently Nikolai was too pussy drunk to recognize the exhaustion on your face. He was going too fast - too hard, you could barely process anything he was saying or even think straight. It was practically a miracle that you even remembered your safe word— "c-clown— clown!!"

It took Kolya some time to process the words falling out of your mouth— brutal thrusts coming to a halt as soon as he realized you just said your safe word out loud. As much as he wanted to ask you what was wrong, he knew he had to place you somewhere comfortable first - make sure you're doing okay. He gently pulled out of you with a wet 'pop!', hissing as your tight walls kept clinging onto him.

Being as soft and gentle as possible, he unhooked his arm from under your knees, flipping you to carry you bridal style - before placing you down on the bed and kneeling in front of you.

"Are you okay, pretty?" His voice was soft— a surprising contrast to how he was manhandling you just seconds before. You nodded, fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks, which he gently wiped for you. "Talk to me, sweetheart," he pouted - brushing some stray hair out of your face and planting a sweet kiss on your swollen lips. " 'm okay," you rasped, cringing at the way your voice cracked. Nikolai nodded, getting up and quickly getting a glass of water for you.

You gratefully took the glass from him, the cool water immediately calming your burning throat. "Are you hurt anywhere, baby?" He questioned, taking the empty glass from you, before placing it on the nightstand. You shook your head, "no, jus' tired, is all."

"So does that mean we can continue late—"

"Kolya!"

“Well, aren’t you just pathetic?” Jouno grinned, holding the wand vibrator against your clit while pumping the bright pink dildo in and out of you, making you squeal and kick your legs— hips bucking up to meet the toys.

“Please, officer— wanna cum s’ bad!” You sobbed, wrists straining against the leather restraints he had put on you. Jouno hummed, his hand speeding up, thrusting the toy even harder and faster in and out— as he rubbed the wand in circles on your throbbing clit.

“Oh, I bet you do— but, I don’t know if you deserve it yet..” he had a faux pout of his face, pressing the vibrator even firmer against your nub - making you see stars.

He had been at this for hours— getting you so close to reaching your peak before cruelly ripping it away from your grasp, only giving you fragment of the mind-numbing pleasure that you so desperately wanted to feel— and let’s not forget about the mean, degrading words falling from his lips - calling you a worthless slut, who’s only purpose is for his pleasure and his pleasure only. You felt like slapping the cocky grin off his face.

It didn’t feel good for you anymore— instead made you feel terrible, really. The continuous edging with the cruel words took a greater toll on you than both of you had imagined, which led you to eventually sob out the safe word.

Jouno stopped immediately after you blurted out the safe word, quickly but calmly pulling the dildo out of you before removing the wand, placing both of the toys on a nearby table.

He went over to unclasp your restraints, heart tugging at the way you sniffled and hiccuped— fuck, he took it too far.

A frown graced his lips once he felt the marks on your wrists from pulling at the restraints for so long— but before anything else, he had to make sure you’re okay. After all, your safety is the most important to him.

“Are you alright, darling?” He leaned closer, pulling off his slick-coated glasses and chucking them somewhere— wiping your tear soaked cheeks with his now clean hands. You let out a pitiful whimper before nodding, “ you’re too mean and— i still.. w-wanna cum..”

Jouno’s lips quirked up to reveal a cocky smirk— but he couldn’t be more relieved that you were okay - not that he’d ever show it. “Of course, pretty girl— my little crybaby wants to be treated nicely, hm?” He grinned, hand reaching down to flick at your nipple.

“Don’t tease!” You whined, but you still couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “Okay, okay— I’ll treat you like the princess you are,” He snickered, kissing the top of your head before picking you up— taking you to the bed to take you like he had been aching to all this time.

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[catboyieejeno]

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"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

content: smut, cursing, mature, pet names (baby, babe, doll, etc.)

18+ ! minors do not interact

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark lee

mark had spent the last few hours hunched over the soundboard, paper and pen clutched in hand as he racked his brain for something, anything that would make the verse he was writing not entirely dull. but it was so hard to think, to conjure a single logical or productive thought, when you were sat right beside him, doing what you were.

your fingertips are scratching at his scalp, right above the nape of his neck. meanwhile, your other hand busies itself on his thigh, nails tracing random shapes over the material his sweats. frustrated, tired, and in a haze of unorganized thoughts and ideas, mark rolls his head back into the palm of your hand with a low hiss.

“something about this verse doesn't sound right,"

"i think you've just been looking at it too long," you press your lips softly into his cheek and he sighs at the feeling.

"maybe," hums mark, "i just want to finish already,"

"what if,” you whisper, “you take a break for a few minutes, that way you can look at it with new eyes, find out what’s wrong with it.”

the feeling of your breath on the shell of his ear makes his hair stand on end. the bare minimum— that’s all you have to do and you have mark’s head spinning, analyzing whether or not your alleged ‘break’ really implied something else. immediately, he feels the blood rush to his-

what is he doing? he needs to keep working on the song.

he shakes his head. mark readjusts his pants, but the gesture doesn't go unnoticed by you. you're quick to catch the way he fixes himself and wipes the sweat off his palms. “babe,” he tries.

“yes?” your voice is sweet and airy, resembling a pant, with fingers lightly trailing his waistline.

“baby.” there’s an underlying warning to his tone this time; nevertheless, you can sense the bit of desperation he fails to hide.

with your thumb, you lift the waistband and slip your hand inside in one smooth motion. at the same time, your lips attach to his neck.

"i need to finish the song," his head tilts to make space for you, contradicting his words, and you smirk against his skin as you feel him gulp.

"you need a break, baby,"

"mmph," why did you have him so hooked, "no, i need to work-"

"then work," you place your hand on him over his underwear, "no one's stopping you,"

you're giving his bulge a squeeze, teeth grazing his neck, when mark mentally thanks the heavens that he's sitting. otherwise, he's sure his knees would've given out.

"yeah, but," he gasps, "i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ huang renjun

"jun,"

renjun hums in response, not looking up from the book on his chest. he's lying down, eyes scanning the text on the pages while his other hand rests on his stomach, fingers bouncing mindlessly.

with a pout settled on your bottom lip, you sit beside him on your knees, practically begging for any bit of his attention.

all of your attempts to divert his focus away from that damned book have been overlooked. you tried changing your shirt, toying with your bra, and nothing. he didn't even bother to try and sneak a glance when you pulled up your skirt, flashing your pink panties at him.

it was all getting rather annoying.

daringly, your place your hand over his, maneuvering it slowly down until you stop right over his crotch.

"tsk tsk," he moves his hand back up, "what are you doing?"

"junnie," you mewl, fingers tracing the outline of him.

he remains unmoving until you decide you've had enough. when your hand goes into his pants, his lips part slightly, sharply drawing in a breath, and his eyes finally break away from the page to look at you. they're wide open in shock.

"i've been trying to get your attention for the last 20 minutes,"

"well, you should've just asked." he laughs, sounding a little cocky. your eyes narrow at him when he speaks again, "i'll make it up to you, baby," when he goes to close the book, you stop the motion of your wrist, a devilish idea coming to mind.

"no,"

"what?"

"i want you to keep reading," you say matter-of-factly. he's taken aback when your strokes get bolder and you feel him getting harder in your hand, "since you didn't want to pay any attention to me, you can keep reading."

"but i wanna make you feel good-"

"keep reading or i'll stop."

renjun picks up his book hurriedly and flips it open to where he left off. this time, when you pull your shirt off, his eyes are roaming your skin rather than the words of his novel, shallow breaths leaving his parted lips.

he's fully hard now, a flustered mess, uttering whispered pleas of your name.

"baby, that feels so-" he whines quietly.

"focus on your book."

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck." his hips buck up into your hand, book falling to the side as he comes into your fist.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee jeno

about five minutes ago, you were cursing the day you ever let your boyfriend talk you into working out with him.

jeno is normally sweet, shy, affectionate, considerate, but for some reason, when he steps through the doors of the gym, he discovers each and every new way to push all of your buttons.

he’d try to… encourage you throughout your routine, which resulted in you guys bickering the whole way home because he “just couldn’t let you do it at your own pace.” that, or he’d all-together forget about you until he was done with his own work out, headphones plugged in and blasting for 2, sometimes even 3 hours.

tonight, he had dragged you to a small gym that he claimed had less people, for your comfort and his privacy as an idol, and while that was true, you couldn’t help but think to yourself, of course there’s going to be less people— no one is at the gym at two in the fucking morning.

now, however, you’re leaning against the wall, fully over even attempting to finish your work out, watching as jeno does his usual bicep curls in nothing but his tiny black shorts and a matching tank that is skin-tight.

his jaw is locked and tense, face twisting as he strains while pulling up the weights during the rep. sweat makes the ends of his hair stick to his forehead, and when he’s done, he huffs, chest heaving. even the way he grabs his water to gulp it down is messing with your head.

yeah… maybe you didn’t hate the gym that much.

you don’t know what’s different about today, but you’ve been rubbing your thighs together for the last 30 minutes, hoping he’d announce soon that he’s close to done. when that moment never comes, you take matters into your own hands.

“hi, jen,” you stride over to him, a sly smile playing at your lips.

“hey, pretty baby. i’m almost finished, i just have to do-“

blatantly disregarding what he was talking about, you lean in until your lips are kissing the corner of his, “i can’t watch you work out anymore,” you whine, “it’s driving me crazy,”

confused and oblivious as ever, jeno pulls his eyebrows together, “well, i’m sorry, i thought you liked coming here with me-“

“not that kind of crazy, love,” your hand grabs his, guiding it between your legs, “the kind where i want you to bend me over any piece of equipment in here.”

“w-wha-well, i uhm-“

he swallows thickly when you bring your other hand into his shorts, grabbing his dick and pumping it a few times. his hand stays between your legs, though he doesn’t move.

“baby, i promise,” he pants, “this is my last set and then i’m taking you home and we can-“

“why can’t we do it here?”

“are you insane? what if somebody comes in? i have-shit- i have one more set and- ohh, aah-“

“jeno?”

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

jeno’s arm flies back to lean his weight against whatever machine is behind him, trying to stay upright. his fingers finally start moving, rubbing some much needed friction to the spot between your legs. his brain has become mush in less than 2 minutes, lost in the pleasure that you’re giving him. his work out is long forgotten as he groans out your name.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee donghyuck

"you can't sleep with your makeup on, doll," hyuck grumbles, "stop fighting me on this,"

he straddles your lap to keep you from wiggling around, hovering over you with a make-up removing wipe wrapped between his long fingers.

his cheeks are a delicious shade of red, shiny from the sheer layer of sweat that covers his pretty features. he looks boyish and unruly, hair falling messily over his glossed-over eyes as they stare into your own.

your face is surely mirroring his, flushed from all of the drinks in your system. what started as a date night with your boyfriend ended with you having close to a bottle and half of wine each, not that you’re complaining. his body is warm above yours, clouding your judgement more than the alcohol ever could. greedily, your hands wander up his thighs.

hyuck is rambling and slurring distractedly, using the scented wipe to gently swipe away the remnants of product from under your eyes, "it's not good for your skin if you leave your makeup on, you know that-" you can't even focus on what he's lecturing you on because his lips are stained red from the wine, and he seems to have been licking them, given how wet they are.

"hyuck, baby."

"-yes?"

you pucker up your lips, "give me a kiss."

he complies with a cheeky smile, mouth molding obediently against yours. he lets out a throaty moan at your affection.

your fingers fly to the button on his jeans, undoing them. hyuck quickly pulls back, “baby, let me take off your makeup first,”

“but i wanna feel you,” you mumble innocently, hands reaching for the hem of his underwear.

“oh, believe me,” as maliciously as ever, he tongues his cheek, eyebrows wiggling, “you will.”

working as fast and gently as possible, he continues to wipe your face, jaw tightening as you grope him, “hmm, y/n.”

“what’s wrong, baby?”

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck." his head falls into the crook of your shoulder and he shudders at the feeling of your cool hands wrapping around his base. under your palm, you feel him twitch, but hyuck is determined to remain unfazed and not engage in your little game until he’s done.

he composes himself and sighs. another wipe is taken from the pack, softly cleaning your forehead and cheeks.

“shit–alright,” he seethes as you squeeze his tip. hyuck tosses the wipe aside, grunting. your boyfriend roughly grabs your face with one hand, making you stop your teasing, “all done.”

instantly, he leans in, letting his lips meet yours again. this kiss is more lustful than the last; it’s sloppy and needy, and when he pulls away for air, he stays so close that he practically breathes his next words into your mouth, “i should’ve left your makeup on so you could watch me ruin it.”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ na jaemin

it's unfortunate that you're a light sleeper, seeing as it makes it quite difficult for your boyfriend to do something nice for you.

this morning, jaemin had woken up an hour before you usually do with the intention to surprise you by making breakfast and delivering it to you in bed.

he had everything worked out: he set his alarm on his phone and kept it tucked under his pillow so he could rush to silence it once he woke up, hoping that you'd continue to sleep undisturbed. from there, he rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, tip-toeing out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to make you the best breakfast-in-bed ever.

everything was going according to plan, until now. he had just scooped the first bit of pancake batter into the pan when the padding of your feet alerts him of your presence. your arms wrap around his waist, nose nuzzling into his back.

like a child who didn’t get his way, jaemin whines out and stomps his feet a bit, "babe, you weren't supposed to be up yet.”

"i felt you get up, jaem," you laugh, "let me help you-"

"nope! you're not allowed to do anything. this was supposed to be a surprise,"

"alright, fine."

when you try to pull away to get ahead on the dishes, jaemin's hand drags you back in, right to where you were on his waist.

well, if he won't let you let you help in the kitchen, maybe you can help a different way.

mischievously, your teeth graze his back and shoulders, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the muscles on his stomach, which immediately tense at the contact of your cold fingers. when your actions elicit a reaction from him, a small knowing scoff that told you that he knew exactly what you were up to, you continue your efforts, trailing down to loosen the drawstrings of his joggers.

"oh, yeah," he hums when you touch him. no more than a second later, the free hand that isn’t busy flipping pancakes comes down to wrap over yours, guiding it up and down on his length, “you’re so naughty.”

"i just wanna repay you for getting up early to make me breakfast,"

"if you keep going," he whimpers, "i might end up wanting something else for breakfast," jaemin's chest is heaving at this point.

"the food's gonna burn," you half-heartedly warn, mercilessly continuing your pace.

"well, it just might 'cause i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

there's a clattering noise when the pan is pushed back and off the heat, the spatula dropping onto the counter as jaemin pulls your hand and his from his pants.

he quickly flips off the stove and turns to you, hands wrapping around your thighs to pick you up, situating you on the empty kitchen island.

“breakfast can wait.” he mumbles, then captures your mouth in a kiss.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zhong chenle

“chenle.”

“the game’s almost over,”

“chenle!”

“there’s 10 minutes left!”

“you’re watching highlights! you can literally watch those whenever!”

“now is also whenever!” he cleverly retorts.

okay, think. that’s the third video he’s watched in a row, the third time he’s fed you the same explanation and promised that this highlight video would be the last.

so, think: how can you get him off his stupid phone?

“you wanna watch your highlights? okay,” you shrug, sitting beside him on the couch.

“okay?” he asks, as if your previous statement is entirely foreign to him, and truthfully, it is. you had never given up so easily before. in fact, chenle had grown to love the banter. half of the time, the only reason he really insists on watching his highlight clips for so long is because he loves to watch you yearn for his attention.

“yep.”

“i’ll be done after this one,” he reminds you, watching closely for your reaction.

you nod nonchalantly, “right.” and give him a forced smile.

you give him a few seconds to get back into the video before you bring your hand over to his thigh. as expected, he doesn’t say anything, continuing his act in hopes that you’ll go back to urging him to shut the video off.

but this time, unlike the others, you remain just as stoic, sneakily inching closer and closer. it’s only a matter of time before he catches on, so you reach over in one motion and undo the button of his pants, putting your hand inside.

oh. so that’s your play?

you catch onto the way his eyes widen for a fleeting moment, but he’s quick to cover it up.

gently, you rub him, leaning in to leave kisses on his cheek, the kind that are so light and soft that they invite goosebumps to spread through his neck and arms.

he resists all urges to shudder or succumb to your touch; instead, he opts for taking his bottom lip between his teeth, a last measure to remain sane as you pleasure him. he can’t care less about the highlights anymore, but he’s stubborn and refuses to lose, so his eyes stay locked on the screen although his thoughts are entirely elsewhere.

you’re supposed to beg for him, not the other way around.

but that’s easier said than done, especially when you’re palming him, pre-cum leaking from his tip as his mind wanders off the game, clinging to everything that is you.

chenle squeezes his eyes shut for a second.

“what’s the matter?”

“nothing.” he says through gritted teeth.

you keep toying with him, bringing your other hand to the button of your own shorts. at this, chenle’s eyes snap over and he mentally curses, blowing air through his nostrils harshly.

his fingers are turning white from the way he’s gripping his phone with so much force. every stroke of your hand is wearing him down, bringing him closer to his climax, but he doesn’t want to finish yet, not before he’s been inside of you.

“chenle, baby, you’re not even watching-“

“yeah, i know, that’s because i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ park jisung

“and then, if you press these buttons, your attack upgrades and deals more damage…”

if you’re being honest, everything jisung has said about his new switch game, which he’s explaining to you with so much interest and passion, is going in one ear and out the other.

it’s not that you don’t care, you do! you’re more than happy to sit and listen to him go on about something he’s excited about, but you simply don’t know what’s gotten into you today.

all you can seem to focus on is him.

his lips are plump, looking softer and more kissable than ever, and you think you may pass out when his tongue darts out to wet them. now, they’re glossed over, just like his pretty brown eyes that reflect the video game screen from the console resting on his chest.

your leg lies across his body, unable to keep still with the ache starting to flourish at your core. you’re practically grinding on his thigh and he’s oblivious as ever.

the fingers that hug his waist have now developed a mind of their own: they dance over his stomach and travel south until they make their way under jisung’s waistband.

“what-“ he clears his throat to cover the way his voice cracks, “what are you doing?”

“what are you talking about?”

all of his muscles tense up, “with your, uhm, hand?”

“oh,” you feign surprise, batting your eyes with innocence as if there could be no another reason your hand was holding his crotch, “it’s warm, my fingers were getting cold,”

he nods rather awkwardly, mumbling something that implies he understands and tries to continue with his explanation.

key word: tries.

his speech is a mess and a nervous sweat has broken out on his forehead. he’s even begun to explain things about the game wrong, spewing out nervous laughs in between weak apologies.

as hard as he’s trying to keep his act together, there’s one thing that blatantly gives him away. under your hand, you can feel him getting hard, and he knew it, too.

the entire time he’s talking, he’s growing harder and harder in your palm and you just cant resist moving a bit.

“aah, that feels-“

“so, what does that character do, again?”

jisung blinks at you with wide eyes, an look of disbelief on his face. after a pause, he answers you quietly.

“they—mmh, they shoot these uhm-“

you nod teasingly, “uh-huh?”

“these fireballs that-“ defeated, he groans out, “baby…”

“woah, fireballs?!”

“baby, i’ll tell you about the game later. right now, i-“ he sets the switch aside and you pout in false disappointment.

“what? why?”

"because—i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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[fooled-around-and-fell]

tiny socks and bibs

summary: sukuna briefly hints at the possibility of one day having a family with you, and you tell him you don't want kids pairing: ryomen sukuna x female reader content warnings: just a little angsty, happy end, ooc sukuna, cursing, no curses modern day au -- not at all accurate to the manga/anime ok

Masterlist

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Sukuna called you over to hang out at his place today. You never say no, because you love spending time indoors and with him, so you immediately get ready and are on your way. But you didn't expect him to have a baby in his arms as he opens the door.

"Sorry," Sukuna apologizes, "My brother called last minute, I have to babysit him today and I haven't had the chance to tell you.."

The baby keeps slapping Sukuna's face out of glee and you chuckle. Seems like he has been quite busy.

"Meet Yuuji," Sukuna sighs, "My nephew."

You decide to stay and help him babysit his nephew -- you're already there anyway, you're not about to go home just because of this.

"Have you guys eaten yet?" You ask as you take your shoes off.

"No, but Yuuji here just had some milk- ow, hey," Sukuna frowns as Yuuji bites his arm. It doesn't actually hurt, of course.

"I'll make something for the both of us. Can I use your kitchen?"

Sukuna chuckles and kisses your cheek, "Baby, this place is practically yours, you know that."

"Mm, I know, I just like to be polite." You smile cheekily.

You hear gibberish coming out of Yuuji as he reaches for you from Sukuna's arms. You can only assume he wants you to carry him instead.

"Looks like I'm cooking," Sukuna says, passing Yuuji to you, not knowing what to do with a baby in your arms.

You laugh awkwardly and sit by the kitchen island, having Yuuji sit on your lap. He's waving his toy airplane around and you think he's trying to show it to you, but you really don't know what to do.

"Hey, how old is he again?"

"Like almost a year," Sukuna answers, "He's learning how to walk."

You hop down from the stool and go to the living room, where you see Yuuji's toys. Yuuji sits in front of you, giving you his toy airplane before he reaches for the table, slowly pulling himself up to stand.

"Omg," you whisper, hands hovering next to him just in case he falls. "Ryo, he's standing!"

"Yeah, let him practice!" Sukuna says, not even turning around.

Yuuji's hips bounces from left to right, his legs shifting from one to the other because he has trouble distributing his weight and finding balance. You let out a giggle, he looks like he's dancing.

"Auh," Yuuji turns his head to look at you, pointing with one of his hands.

"Sorry, sorry, won't laugh at you again, promise." You grin.

Deciding he's tired, Yuuji drops to his butt and crawls back to you, wanting to ask for his toy airplane again but gets distracted with his other toys on the floor.

"Naa," Yuuji shakes his teddy bear vigorously before biting on the bear's arm, "Naaaa-mm."

You raise your brow at the little kid chewing on his toy. Kids are truly a puzzle to you. They're adorable, but something you'd usually admire from afar. You've never really spent time with a baby before, so this is a first.

Sukuna brings over two plates of food to the living room, turning on the TV so Yuuji's distracted and he can have some time with you.

"Thank you for the food," You smile, taking a bite of what he made.

"Thanks for looking after him." Sukuna smiles back, "You don't have to stay, by the way, he's gonna be here all day... unfortunately."

You hum, "I don't mind. I can also help out."

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The day goes by faster than you expected, mostly because Yuuji fell asleep and that also lead you and Sukuna to take a nap. Taking care of a baby is hard, that's for sure. You never thought changing a diaper would be so difficult but it proved to be a huge challenge.

It's around 5pm, and Yuuji's parents finally comes to pick him up. Sukuna sighs in relief, handing Yuuji over to you while he gets the baby's stuff and opens the door.

"Hi Yuuji, ready to go home?" His mom coos, taking Yuuji from your hands, "Thank you for taking care of him."

"And him." Sukuna's brother comments, motioning to your boyfriend, "Be honest, was it like taking care of two babies?"

"Alright, alright." Sukuna rolls his eyes before ushering his family out and closing the door. "Sorry about that."

Chuckling, you stretch and yawn. "It's fine. They seem fun."

"They can be a hassle," He yawns too, yanking you to lay on top of him. "Stay the night?"

"Mm," You hum and nod your head, slowly about to drift to sleep when Sukuna says something unexpected.

"You take care of Yuuji so well," He mumbles, "You'd be an amazing mom one day."

And then the sleepiness leaves you. You know it's a general praise that people give out towards others, but it makes you wonder if Sukuna meant what he said.

No, you don't want kids. Not because you hate kids -- they're kids -- but you really just don't. They look like they're a lot of work and you just don't see yourself being a parent in your future.

But what if Sukuna wants kids?

You've never really thought about that -- not because you just assume that Sukuna wouldn't want kids, but just because both of you haven't talked about it. And from what he said, it sounds like he does want kids.

You slowly get up from Sukuna's embrace, and he has a questioning look on his face. "What's up?"

"Um," You start, "I guess we've never really talked about this before..."

"...Oh, you're right." He says, scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No!" You immediately say, "No, you didn't. I just..." Sighing, you hold his hand and fix your posture so you're facing him. "Ryo, I don't want to have kids."

Sukuna blinks a few times before nodding, "Okay."

"Huh?"

"I said okay," He repeats himself. "Then we're not having kids."

"Ryo, you don't want kids?" You look him in the eye, trying to see if he's lying.

Sukuna sighs with a small smile like he can't believe you haven't figured it out yet. "I don't care about tiny socks, toy airplanes, or little bibs. All I want and need is you."

And it takes you by surprise -- his words, his desire still for you. Because usually when these conversations happen, you end up having to say "it's okay if you want kids, I guess things just won't work between us." and you're not sure what to do when the person you love accepts you for who you are.

Part of you is screaming he might just be saying it to make you happy, while the other part is telling you -- hey, he's straight up telling you he only cares about you. Why aren't you letting yourself be happy? This is what you've always wanted, to have someone love you despite your flaws.

And you laugh with tears in your eyes. "You really mean that?"

"I'll prove it to you." Sukuna says, kissing your tears away. "I'll prove it to you every day."

You smile and caress his cheek. "You're such a sap today, Ryo."

He rolls his eyes and pulls you back to lay on the bed with him. "Yeah, yeah."

Smiling contently, you let yourself be engulfed in his arms, pressing a kiss on the crook of his neck. "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You accepted me for who I am."

"I've always done that." He responds. "And always will."

You giggle. "Sap."

He only groans in response, burying you even closer to his chest so you wouldn't see the blush creeping up his cheeks. But you can tell by the way his heartbeat races, and it makes your heart do the same thing, matching his pace.

-----

"I'm open to having dogs though." You say.

"Not a chance."

"..."

"Okay, one."

"..."

"But we're getting a cat."

[lqveharrington]

Behind the Scenes | V.

summary: Being Vox’s girlfriend requires some patience after twelve hour work days.

pairing: Vox x fem!reader

includes: Vox and Velvette bullying one another, VALENTINO BEING A MENACE, mentions of Angel’s job, drinking, fluff, yelling, Vox being a baby, cursing, implications of being a prostitute, suggestiveness, both of them being teases (that’s it, let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: i think writing hazbin fics is my stress outlet 😭

You were Vox’s. And Vox was yours. Every demon and sinner in Pride Ring knew due to Vox taking time out of his busy work day to shower you with compliments in every press interview or host show when you were brought up. Especially when Vox would be the first one to find you after you finished modeling for Velvette’s show, making sure the paparazzi had photos of him praising you with kisses and soft touches.

Of course, you reciprocated every moment… In the public eye. Behind the cameras and screens, Vox was very much loving. But he did work for almost twelve hours each day, which required patience from you whenever he came home to you in a sour mood.

“Do you need me for anything else, Vel?” You glance back at your phone as you pour red wine into your glass.

“No,” She scribbled down measurement adjustments for another model’s design, looking back up at her screen after hearing an electrical shock from your side of the phone. “But do tell your boy toy that you have a dress rehearsal early tomorrow morning, and that you have to be there on time.”

Vox wrapped his arm around your waist, glaring at the young overlord through your phone. “Fuck off, Velvette.”

You feel him resting his head against your shoulder as he presses soft kisses on your neck, your dead heart fluttering. “I’ll be there on time.”

“Good.” She rolled her eyes at your boyfriend’s actions before ending the call.

“What’s your damage today, handsome?” You ask before sipping on your drink, red lipstick staining the clear glass. You watch as he mutters something incoherent, static emitting from his hat. “Vox, talk to me.”

“That bitch Carmilla won’t meet up, and it’s been several days since our last update on Vox technology.” He sighs as he moves around you, his voice crackling with electricity. “Shareholders have been up my fucking ass all morning about it— Valentino keeps trying to get me to watch his stupid porn feels featuring Angel.”

He removes his suit jacket as he complains, walking toward the large living space including a minibar. Vox pulls at his tie and reaches for the whiskey underneath, “Now Velvette wants to be an ass and complain about me wanting to spend time with you—“

“My love,” You hand him a glass from the cabinets, letting your hand linger on his for a bit. “Vel’s my boss, and I’m her best model. She needs me for these rehearsals.”

“You’re really taking her side?” He tilts back his head and downs the drink in one go, pouring another.

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “I’m not taking sides, I’m pointing out a fact.” You sit on the stool by the bar, letting him slot himself between your legs. “If anything, I’m listening to you describing your day.”

“Mm.” He let one hand come down and rest on your hip, rubbing soft circles. “Tell me about your day.”

“Boring, tiring. Pretty much the same every day.” You grab his wrist to ensure he doesn’t go any lower or any higher. “According to your assistant, I do have a lot of things planned tomorrow. So that should be exhausting.”

Vox linked your hands together, “Sounds stressful.”

“Not as bad as yours every day.” You press a kiss on his palm. “I was gonna watch a movie while waiting for you, but now that you’re here—“ You shift your wine glass in your hand as he puts his own glass down, letting him trail his hands to your waist. “Want to join me?”

“Of course.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before trailing after you. “What movie are we watching?”

“Whatever the first thing I find.” You let Vox sit on the couch before doing the same, swinging your legs over his lap. “You need a new rotation on Voxflix, I’ve watched almost everything.”

“I’ll get on that.” He mumbled as he ran his hand up and down your leg, occasionally squeezing.

You hum and shift your gaze to the television, scrolling through the different movies. “How do we feel about—“

A ringtone filled the air, both of you freezing at the noise.

“Vox—“

“Give me a second.” He let you pull your legs away and pulled the ringing from his screen to his phone, camera-ready voice leaving his mouth.

You sigh but find a movie worth watching, pulling your knees up. Around halfway through, you decided that the movie was meretricious, heavily judging the poorly made movie more than the other ones you’ve watched. You typed your review on your phone, giving the movie two stars before—

“—THEN GET SOME LOW LIFE SINNER TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB FOR YOU!” You heard Vox scream from the kitchen, making you wince for the poor soul on the other end. “AND IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE SHIT I GIVE YOU, JUST KNOW I HAVE YOUR FUCKING SOUL IN CONTRACT!”

You pause the movie and get up, taking slow steps to your hotheaded boyfriend. He shuffled across the kitchen, walking back and forth as his fans kicked on. His white shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up like he was going to commit a crime.

“YOU LITTLE PIECE OF—“

“Vox,” You come up from behind and wrap your arms around his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s outside of your work hours.”

“Fucking—“ He rubbed his temple as he heard the sinner go silent on the other line. Vox took one hand and laced it with yours, “You’re lucky my wife is generous you ungrateful fuck.” He ended the call before muttering more curses, turning you in his arms so you were facing his front.

You let your hands move up to his shoulders, massaging the heavy tension in them. “Am I your wife now? Is that what you’ve been telling those sinners?”

“Maybe.” He let out a loud groan from the sensation, fans still running. “The fucking bitch in accounting is—“

“You’re not working right now, stop.” You give him a pointed look. “I need you to relax.”

Vox wrapped his arms around your waist, walking you backward toward the living area once more. “God, I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too.” You chuckle as he peppers kisses on your face. You let out a noise of surprise when he pulls you into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Vox!”

“Yes?” He pressed kisses to your exposed collarbone.

You sigh in content but grab the corners of his screen, giving him a cheeky grin. “Tomorrow, my love. Velvette will murder the both of us if I show up late with bruises.”

“I’ll pay her to let you have a day off tomorrow.” He slipped his hand up your shirt, sharp claws bringing chills to your skin.

“So now you’re paying to be with me?” You raise a brow, stifling a laugh when he stops all movements. “Am I some kind of—“

“Of course not! Do not finish that sentence.” He pushed you down on the couch, covering your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laugh at how protective he is over you from himself. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, I was kidding.”

Vox dropped his head down to your shoulder, “You’re such a tease.”

“I’m the best.” You squeeze his bicep. “But seriously, Vel will have our heads strung outside the tower.”

“Whatever.” He flipped you both over, letting you rest your head on his chest. “I’ll have you all to myself this weekend.”

You hum, pressing a kiss on the corner of his screen. “I’m sure you do, handsome.”

“My love, I will cancel all your plans this weekend if you tell me I can’t have you.” Vox traces his finger down your spine. “Don’t tell me you have any.”

“I don’t…” You turn your head as he runs his claws through your hair. You feel yourself warm as he wraps a blanket over the both of you, flicking the television to play with a snap of his fingers.

“What do we rate the movie today?” He played with the ends of your hair, face pulling a grimace at the movie’s corny script.

“Two stars.” You mumble as your gaze shifts to the television. As the television fades to black in an awkward transition, you see Vox staring at you rather than the screen. “What are you looking at, weirdo?”

“My beautiful girlfriend.” He squeezed your hip. “Who I love very much.”

You let a small laugh slip through your lips, grinning brightly at his words. “I love you very much too, weirdo.”

©lqveharrington - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms

[awritessomething]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | max verstappen x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After Max broke Sebastian Vettels 9 win in a row record, his girlfriend wants to show how proud she is by doing the same.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, sub!max dom!reader, p in v, riding, doggy, shower sex, oral both!receiving, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, toys, dacryphilia, somnophilia, dry humping, thigh-fucking, semi-public sex, fluff at beginning and end. No use of Y/N.

Inspired by: @buckyhad

After Max won the race and broke Sebastian Vettel’s record, his girlfriend and just about every other fan of his in the world was screaming and cheering for him. Excitement and disappointment washed over the crowd of Formula 1 fans, everyone taking in Max’s win in different ways. He seemed to be impossible to beat seeing as he just got the new record and had defeated the Monza curse all in one race.

When he came searching for his girlfriend once he finished up with all the formalities and celebrations with the public, he found her sitting in his driver room. The second Max walked in, he was met with the girl in his arms. She pulled him down into a loving and excited kiss. Her arms remained tight around him, making Max smile into the kiss. He could feel how proud she was even when she hadn’t said anything yet.

“Good job, Max! I’m so proud of you, baby.” She peppered kisses all along his face and jaw. Even when they had been dating for quite some time, she still managed to get him flustered. “You did so good.” The praises just kept on coming as she now moved him to sit on the couch she had been sitting on. She was perched on his lap, running her hands through his hair. Of course he was tired and wanting a bit of a break, but he knew that it was impossible to get that with her there.

“Thank you.” Max smiled up at his girlfriend, not telling her anything about how tired he was. She knew that he was exhausted and slipped off of his lap. He assumed that she would just be heading off to talk to the other drivers and WAGs, but no. He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him and pressed a kiss to his thigh. “What are you doing?” He asked and brushed her hair out of her face, wanting to see her.

“Congratulating you?” She said it as if it was the world’s most obvious thing. She was quick to pull down his pants, leaving him barely any time to even react. He had gotten decently hard just from her sitting on his lap, so with a few quick strokes of her hand, he was fully erect.

“No teasing, please.” Max watched her with furrowed brows and when she glanced up at him, his breath hitched. Her pupils were blown and her lips were bitten from how she had been thinking about him earlier and from how she had kissed him messily just a few moments prior.

“I didn’t plan on it.” She gave him an innocent smile that left when she wrapped her mouth around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. His head fell back with a groan, hand staying on the back of her head. Max didn’t push her head down, he just kept his hand there to feel her. She slowly took him all the way into her mouth, gagging slightly when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. His hips jumped at the vibrations of her throat and she choked but continued to suck him off. One of her hands moved to his balls, gently fondling and squeezing them. Max knew to stay quiet while they did this, the other drivers or anyone outside might be able to hear what they were doing.

“Shit- I’m already close.” With Max’s words, her lips tightened around his cock and she moaned quietly, vibrations flowing through his whole body. His legs shook for a moment and his thigh muscles flexed as he bucked his hips, cumming down her throat. Max’s head fell back as he gasped her name. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, feeling her mouth leave his cock with a pop. She opened her mouth, showing how she had swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Good?” She asked, teasing him slightly as his chest heaved while he caught his breath. He nodded and she pulled his pants back up. After he went out to get some drinks with the other drivers, Max would come home and find her there waiting for him.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you in a while?” He brushed the hair from her eyes and she nodded. She had stood up and so had Max, looking down at her.

“Yeah, of course. Again, congrats on the win.” She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek and watched as he walked away. She didn’t have much left to do, so she went back home. She didn’t talk too much with the other WAGs or drivers, so there was nothing left for her. She arrived at their house and just laid around, playing with their cats and looking at clips from the race. That was when she got an idea. 10 wins was his record on the track, in bed his record was about 5 in a day. She wanted to beat that as well.

One down, nine to go.

When she arrived back at their house, she laid on their bed, wondering what she might be able to do to beat that record. She had a little box sitting under the bed, it had different toys in it that she only really used when Max was off in some other country for a race and she couldn’t wait. Thinking about that box, she leaned off of the bed and pulled it out. The contents inside were sort of limiting what she could do. Dildo? No. Handcuffs? Maybe. Vibrator? That thought lingered for a moment as she imagined the things she could do to him using one. Yes.

Max would come back home soon, it was still early in the afternoon and she knew that she had to squeeze in nine orgasms for him. When she heard the front door open and heard him call out her name, she got onto her feet almost immediately. She rushed down the stairs and into his arms.

“Jeez, you’re excited.” Max teased but hugged her back. He couldn’t see the smirk that she held, nor could he know her intentions. She reached up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the living room and shoving him down onto a chair. “What are you doing?” He looked up at her when she moved onto his lap.

“What do you think?” She could feel the forming bulge in his pants and smiled at him innocently. Max shifted underneath her for some friction, groaning loudly.

“You’re insatiable.” He put his hands on her hips. He mainly expected for them both to just strip naked, but when he slowly started moving her hips against his, he knew that wouldn’t happen. Max sucked in a sharp breath, biting his lip.

“You ok?” She gently touched his chin and made him look up at her while she ground her hips down onto his. He could barely meet her eyes, his brows knit together. His cock was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, but it made everything just feel better.

“I’m not gonna last…” Max’s fingers dug I go her hips so hard that they would likely leave bruises.

“That’s fine, Max. Cum for me.” She let go of his chin but still watched his face when he came. His muscles tensed as he groaned out curses of her name. When she stood back up, she could see the little wet spot on his jeans.

“Damn it, I gotta buy new jeans.” He grumbled and stood up. She hummed and reached over for his belt buckle, undoing it and slipping it off before pushing his pants down to the hardwood floor. He looked down at her, a bit taken back by her sudden boldness.

Two down, eight to go.

“May as well take them off then, right?” She cupped the bulge in his boxers and smiled. His eyes shut from the touch and he moved away for a moment. Max reopened his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, smiling and ruffling her hair.

“Cute.” He scoffed and then followed her upstairs and into their room. When they laid down together, both doing their own things, Max thought that maybe she was done with sex for the day. She was reading a book and he was watching clips from the race and looking at posts on social media. That was until she took one hand off of her book and slipped it under the covers, moving it into his boxers. He glared at her.

“What are you looking at, Max?” She leaned over and looked at his phone, her head on his shoulder. He could feel her arm moving against his own while she jerked him off.

“C- shit… clips from the race.” Max choked out when her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly. Her hand was working him quickly, making his lips part.

“Can you explain some to me?” She asked, glancing up at him for a second. His eyes were clouded from lust, but he did his best to try and explain things to her. Every sentence would be interrupted with a moan or a groan. She moved onto kissing his neck at the same time, leaving him whining and sighing her name.

“I cant…” Max whispered, his back slightly arched off of the bed. She used part of her arm to push him back down flat on the bed as she continued to stroke him. His head fell to the side and he dropped his phone onto his chest.

“Its ok, Max. You’re fine.” Her voice was soft in his ear while she pressed a kiss to it. He groaned her name and thrusted up into her hand. She pulled down the covers a bit to see how his shirt had ridden up and his abdomen was exposed.

“Too fast!” His thighs tensed and he hissed through his teeth. She looked over at him and slowed her hand but felt him groan in frustration. Taking another look at him, she knew what he was meaning by that. Max wasn’t complaining about the speed, he was just embarrassed about how fast he was about to cum again. She went back up to her former speed and heard him let out a loud groan. With one more flex of his abs and a buck of his hips, he came all along his shirt and lower abdomen.

Three down, seven to go.

“There you go.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood up from the bed while he was still panting. Walking into their shared washroom, she grabbed a cloth and washed her hands. She wiped off the cum on his abdomen and watched as he pulled off his shirt. When she laid back down, he pulled her into his arms and then continued watching the video from before.

“You’re killing me, by the way.” He mumbled in her ear and she simply laughed. Her hands were brought to her chest and she was pretty much laying on top of him. Maxs hand slid down her stomach and went to go push away her panties, feeling guilty that she hadn’t had the chance to cum yet. She moved away from him shook her head. Max looked at her with a blank expression, not quite sure of what she might want.

“Not with your hands, Max. I need more than that from you.” She gave him a quick pat on the chest and smiled. Max felt his cock twitch at the idea of taking her, although he was still recovering from his previous orgasm. “Can you do it?” Her voice was teasing as she sat up and slipped off her panties.

“I can.” Max tried to sound more confident than he truly was. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. Sitting up beside her, he watched as she moved to lay on her stomach, back arched to put her ass in the air. His hands gripped her hips and he took in a deep breath before pushing his cock into her.

“Shit…” She hissed when his hips were pressed up against her, leaving him balls deep inside of her. Max let out a quiet whimper and an even quieter moan of her name. His legs shook a little while they both took a second to adjust. Once decent, his thrusts picked up, slow and steady. Max had to bite his lip to contain his whines while he grew a bit more confident and moves his hips quicker. Her eyes rolled back while she gripped the sheets, moaning his name shamelessly.

“Oh my god-“ Max groaned and his head fell back, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm that was approaching at such an embarrassing rate. He wanted her to cum first, he wouldn’t be able to deal with himself if he couldn’t make her cum. Watching her twitch and tremble under him made him feel better about himself as his cock dragged against her walls. She clamped down around him as if she was trying to cut off his dick, making him whine out her name.

“More!” She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts desperately, feeling one of his hands move under her to go to her clit. Rubbing at the bundle of nerves, her eyes rolled back. Max panted and his legs shook. With just a couple more hard and deeper thrusts, she came with a moan of his name. Max kept moving for a couple more seconds before shooting his cum inside of her, his grip on her hips becoming bruising.

They stayed connected for a while longer, catching their breaths before Max pulled out with a grunt. Letting go of her hips, she laid back down comfortably on the bed. Max pressed a kiss to the space between her breasts and smiled.

“Thank you.” She looked up at him and moved his sweaty hair out of his forehead. The strands of blonde hair stuck to his skin. Max pulled her into his arms and she put her legs around him.

Four down, six to go.

She was running out of ideas as to how she could make him cum. With only two more real ideas, she wasn’t sure what to do. She grabbed onto one of his arms, looking at his watch to check the time. It was getting somewhat late now.

“What are you looking at?” Max asked, watching his girlfriends movements closely. She hummed quietly and put his arm back around her.

“The time. Its only 7:00, 5 hours until midnight.” He was confused by this statement but nodded along. He still hadn’t caught on to what she was doing to him. With two ideas left, she would have to find four other ways to make him cum within five hours. She let his eyes close while he held onto her, drifting off to sleep. This was fine with her seeing as it would let him get back some of his energy as well as giving her new ideas. Her mind raced with the possibilities and she came up with four.

About an hour or so later, Max was still asleep but she had managed to wiggle out of his arms. Pressing a kiss to her boyfriends cheek, one of her hands moved down and slowly started pumping him, feeling him harden in her hand. Slipping under the covers, she moved down to his cock, wrapping her lips around it and sucking at his tip. His breathing quickened but he still hadn’t woken up quite yet. Quiet moans left his throat and when she took him all the way down her throat, that was when he woke up. He hadn’t fully comprehended what was happening until he found himself peeking under the covers and seeing her there, lips around him. His head fell back and he let out a guttural moan.

“Shit…” Max’s hand got tangled in her hair, gently guiding her and pushing her a little bit. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when her nose ticked his abdomen and his cock hit the back of her throat. He picked his head back up and looked under the covers again, watching her. Her mascara was running as a tear ran down her face. Max thrusted up into her throat and wrapped his fingers up in her hair, now taking control of her movements.

With each push of her head, the tip of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She was holding onto his thighs to even stay upright as she whined around his cock. Max had turned her hair into a ponytail in his hands, tugging at it roughly. She couldn’t have asked for anything more. Max could barely even keep his eyes open as the pleasure and sensitivity was completely ruining him, turning him into some animal.

His voice was almost completely gone as he cried her name while cumming down her throat, holding her head there. He didn’t even notice that he was choking her until she gave him a pat on the thigh to ask for air.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” Max asked as she had her eyes closed with her head out from under the sheets. She opened them and then opened her mouth, showing she swallowed every drop of his cum. Max felt his cock manage to twitch again.

Five down, five more to go.

“I’m fine, honey.” She kissed him on the cheek and laid down with her head on his chest. When she felt his hands holding onto her thighs and slowly spreading them, she lifted her head. “Max?” She muttered his name, her confusion obvious as she watched.

“I wanna return the favor.” Max whispered in her ear before moving under the sheets and putting his head in between her thighs. Her close were long discarded, leaving him complete access to everything he wanted. She couldnt turn down his offer, so she simply watched him lick experimental stripes up her folds. Each touch had shivers running down her spine.

“Max no I cant let you…” She cut herself off with a moan once one of his fingers pressed inside of her. No more words besides embarrassing pleas and curses of his name left her lips. Max pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them ever so often as he ran them against her G-spot. Her sobs and begs were enough for Max to rut his hips against the bed in hopes of release. She was tugging on his hair and trying to push his head away as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Max felt his sixth orgasm approaching and struggled to keep up with his movements but put everything towards trying to help her feel good as well. Her words were completely unintelligible as her eyes squeezed shut, the only warning of her climax being her shaking legs and the tightened grip on his hair. Hearing her whines and cries of his name followed with begs to stop, he came once again without her even knowing. Max released her and sat back up, moving to her side.

“I feel bad, Max. I didn’t even get to touch you.” She apologized and put her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. Max stroked her hair and shrugged.

“Its ok… I came.” Her head lifted so that she could glance at him. The ends of her lips twitched into a smile.

Six down, four to go.

“Aww… ok. Come on, let’s take a shower.” She watched as Max stood up and put out his hand for her, bringing her up onto her feet and leading her into their washroom.

“Whats been up with you today? I cant even breathe without you on top of me.” He was genuinely curious as to what she was doing. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to catch on yet.

“Nothing, just really need you.” She breathed out her words as she stepped under the water. Max followed her in and put his hands on her hips, keeping her close as his face fell into the crook of her neck. She could feel his cock pressed up against her. When he started thrusting between her thighs, fucking them, she squeezed her thighs together. That extra friction drew a moan out of Max as he held onto her hips with a bruising grip.

“Shit… you feel so good.” Max grunted as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck and panted. She put a hand on the cold and wet shower wall, using it to keep herself standing. She felt as Max dropped his head into the crook of her neck, allowing her to hear his quiet sounds that were muffled by her skin.

“I won’t last… so sensitive.” He gasped and his rhythm began to falter. She crossed her legs just partially to make it even tighter around his cock. Max choked out a strangled moan and came with a gasp of her name and Dutch gibberish. His cum went right down the drain.

“What a waste…” She sighed quietly and let him pull away. She pressed a kiss to his lips once she turned around. Maxs legs were a bit shaky, pretty much forcing her to give his cock a teasing squeeze to hear him cry.

Seven down, three to go.

The rest of the shower was innocent, just a couple washing each other. Her hands barely ever left his body, almost always touching him. Max was absolutely exhausted though, so he couldn’t have pushed her away or denied her even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Once she stepped out of the shower, he followed right behind her like a lost puppy. Apparently 7 orgasms can make a man a bit clingier than normal. The towel fell to the floor once she reached the side of their bed. Max watched it fall and then allowed his to follow.

“I’m so tired…” Max’s voice was soft as he laid down next to her. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes were beginning to close until she slid out of the bed and grabbed the box kept under it. Of course he had seen it once or twice when she showed him what she did when they were apart, but that was it. “What are you doing?” He asked drowsily, watching her open up the shoebox and pull something from it. He couldn’t make out what it was, so he let it go.

There was a movie playing on their TV, one that she had turned on to distract Max and think he was being delusional about the box. Once she was back in bed, the toy was laid beside her. He looked so tired that for a split second, she almost felt guilty for overstimulating him like this. It wasn’t something they had ever done before, it was usually 3 orgasms max and then they were done. In all honesty, she was a bit surprised that Max was able to take it. After the third one, she did notice the shaking and trembling in his abs.

“Max, you ok?” She whispered and ran her hands through his hair. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes shut.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“You ok for a little bit more? You know the safe word, baby.”

“Mhm…” Max sounded so drowsy that she wasn’t exactly sure that he knew what he was saying. She pressed a sweet kiss to the top of his head while nudging him to get him to sit up. He did as he was told, sitting up with his head resting on the headboard. Her touches started off gentle, gentle kisses along his face moving to one’s down his neck and chest. He slowly woke up more and more as he could feel his cock beginning to grow harder once more. Her kisses went lower and lower until her lips touched his abdomen, using her teeth to nip at the thin skin. Max winced and gripped onto the sheets, watching her every move. He wondered if she would go to suck him off again, but knew that it was unlikely.

“Give me your hands, Max.” Her voice was demanding and not as soft as it had been before. Max obliged, putting out his hands and seeing how she reached for the ties that she had picked out before. She tied his wrists to the bed posts, not allowing him to touch her. Max put his head on the pillow and looked up at her, eyes widened in a mix of excitement and fear.

“What are you doing?” Max whispered softly, lifting his hips towards her to get more comfortable. She ran her hands over his abdomen, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hip bone. His breath hitched as he felt her hand wrap around his overly sensitive cock. His mind went blank with the simple touch, the feeling of pain melting away into pleasure. Every little touch of her hand was too much, he was already squirming under her.

“Sit still.” She hissed and used her other hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed. Max let out a frustrated whine and felt his body twitch. He didn’t know what he had planned for her. His voice was scratchy and about to completely just vanish as he choked out strangled and weak moans with each stroke.

“Too- ah- too sensitive.” Max arched his back, moaning and whining shamelessly. She was entertained by how he acted over a haphazard handjob.

“You know our system, Max. You can stop me if you want to. Color?” She let go of his cock and heard him groan.

“…green.” He whispered embarrassedly, trying to lift his hips and find her hand once more. She hummed and reached over to the vibrator, flicking it on to the lowest setting. His eyes widened but before he could even fully process what was happening, the toy was pressed against his tip. “Fuck!” Max thrashed his head to the side, his whole body spasming.

The vibrator buzzed around his tip, speeding up as she flicked it to the 2nd setting. He came once again, crying her name and feeling tears stream down his cheeks.

Eight down, two to go.

The overstimulation made his mind go completely blank. Her small hand wrapped around his cock, adding onto the stimulation. For some reason, seeing him writhe and sob was enough for her to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting. His moans got quieter and she looked up to see him with his jaw dropped, silent moans being all he could give. With a messy thrust of his hips, he came again.

“You didn’t even last a minute, Maxie.” She smiled and turned the vibrator off. He panted and eventually caught his breath and collected his thoughts.

Nine down, one more to go.

“Wait… how many times have I…?” Max panted out his question, chest heaving.

“Nine, baby.” She never kept track of the numbers unless she was doing it for something. That ended up being how Max figured out what was going on.

“You sneaky little bitch. I see what you’ve been doing.” Max hissed but she just laughed at him. He couldn’t hold back a little smile from hearing her laughter.

“Well, can you give me one more? Or are you just… done.” She teased, her fingers tracing loving shapes over his chest. Max looked up at him, admiring her every move.

“One more. May as well, right?” Max accepted what she was trying to do. She smiled and nodded.

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” She reassured him while moving on top of him. She watched as he tugged on the restraints, desperately trying to hold onto her hips or just touch her as she rubbed his tip over her entrance. Max was already pushing crescents into his palms, gasping.

With one quick movement, she dropped onto his cock. He filled her up perfectly and for a quick moment, she had forgotten to watch him. Max was writhing beneath her, back arched, eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped at the sight of him, so she decided to roll her hips against him. Max choked out a strangled moan, hips thrusting up.

“I’m not gonna last long..” Max warned her between sobs. She stroked his cheek and smiled.

“I don’t need you to last.” She whispered and started riding him, focusing on making him feel good. Max could barely even breathe from the pleasure that coursed through his whole body. He couldn’t handle it. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Please-“ Max choked and bucked his hips again. He whined and continued trying to escape the restraints. “Let me hold you.” He begged and she bit her lip before nodding and removing the restraints from his wrists. Max immediately moved to hold onto her.

“Come on, handsome.” She smiled down at him and wiggled her hips. He clung to her as if she would leave the second he let go. His cock was twitching inside of her, begging for release. She knew his body as if it was her own. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh fuuuuck…” Max moaned out a curse and then a groan of her name following, cumming almost immediately from her words. He bucked his hips up, whole body twitching.

Ten down.

She pulled off of his cock and laid down next to him, humming and pulling him into her arms. She let him cling to her while he calmed down from his tenth orgasm.

“You did it, Max.” She smiled, tracing comforting patterns over his back. Max closed his eyes and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Max warned and she laughed as he moved impossibly closer to her. Whispering soft praises in his ear, she let him fall asleep in her arms.

[vampyrsm]

mdni.

thinking about roommate bakugou who is so tired of hearing you whining in the room just next to his, so sick of the buzzing of what he knows is your favourite wand & how it just doesn’t satisfy you enough because you’re trying for so long to cum.

he can hear the bed shift when you try a new position to hurry things along, can hear you curse when it’s just not doing it for you. if he wasn’t so hyper-focused on you, he might’ve missed the way you’re moaning for something bigger over the noise of his wet cock in his hand whilst he aggressively strokes himself.

it’s like that most nights, him cumming hard on himself to the sound of when you finally hit your high and you’re cumming, loud. he’s pretty certain that you know he can hear you, but you don’t seem to care when he hears you finally relax, then padding over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

but tonight is different, the familiar hum of your vibrator has been on for a while, much longer than you usually take to reach your peak. he wonders if you’ve maybe just left it on, huffing at himself for realising how fucking creepy it is that he’s trying to read your movements through the fucking wall.

that is until he hears you sigh, long and loud and dripping with annoyance. he hears a faint “can’t even cum,” along with a sentence that’s much quieter and harder for him to hear but he’s not really focusing anymore. he’s focused on the fact you can’t cum anymore from your toys, making your little clit all numb to the vibrations and ruining your own orgasm.

doesn’t even stop himself from getting up and out of bed, tugging up his sweatpants to his hips and making his way out of his room and straight to yours. doesn’t even knock either, just opens the door to hear you squeal and attempt to cover yourself up. but it’s too late, he saw the copious amount of slick coating your thighs and the wet patch on the towel you’ve laid out, never mind the impressive amount of toys you’ve got on your bed that have got clear signs of usage.

“katsuki!” you try to sound stern, but it wavers when you see the clear outline of his fat cock in his sweatpants and the wet patch forming where his tip must be. he’s smirking at you when you reach his eyes, making quick steps towards the edge of the bed to grab ahold of your ankle and yanking you down hard enough to twist the blankets off of your body.

he has you splayed out for him, your legs spread to expose your dripping wet slit to the cool air and he’s staring. unashamed with it too, he’s practically drooling over the state your pussy is in. you’re fucking soaked, and you still couldn’t cum? tsk.

“heard you whinin’ and sighing through the wall princess,” he starts, voice laced in thick arousal as he ruts his clothed cock against you to see the wet imprint you leave behind. “you need someone t’make you cum, hm?”

you should really say no, he is your roommate after all and if you let him fuck you then wouldn’t that blur some lines? make things complicated? but every time he rolls his hips forward, catching your swollen clit against the ridge of his cock, the worries melt out of your brain.

“please,” you pout a little, sounding extra needy because if he keeps doing that thing with his hips then you’re going to end up cumming and it’ll be all for nothing.

“please what? hm?” he bites his bottom lip when you whine, your hips jerking a little and he can see your stomach tense up when he ruts a little harder against you. “tell me what you want baby, and i’ll give it to ya.”

you abandon the embarrassment, opting to roll your hips a little in tandem with his and making him the one to moan at the pressure you’re applying. “wan’ you to fuck me, please, wanna cum on your cock.” it’s filthy, the words you say but the fire that sets alight in katsuki’s eyes when he meets your fucked out gaze with a wolfish grin.

“since you asked so nicely,” he grins and finally letting go of one of your thighs to pull and tug his sweatpants down to let his cock spring out and slap against his thigh because of how fucking big and heavy it is, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it with wide eyes, is it even going to fucking fit? seemingly catching the look in your eye, his hand wraps around the base of his cock as he gently glides it through your wetness, gathering it at his tip to tap it against your clit to watch you jolt.

“don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit.” is all he says before he’s angling his hips down a little, enraged red head of his cock catching against your entrance before he’s rolling his hips forward fluidly with a low groan that matches your moan of ecstasy at being stretched out by his length.

he gives shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside of you, his hips flush against your own and your thighs twitching at his sides from where he’s holding them. he tucks your legs over his arms before effortlessly folding you in half, his face now just hovering over yours. his hips still giving slow but deep experimental rolls to feel the way your walls flutter and cling to him for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight, keep squeezing me like that and ‘m not gonna last princess.” he tenses his jaw when you subconsciously squeeze him at his words, just the thought of making him cum enough to get you off.

“can’t help it, ‘s too big.” you mumble back, and he’s grinning again despite the strain in his body to stop himself from exploding inside of you. his lips brush against yours when he leans a little closer, exchanging soft pants before he stills deep inside of you.

you think he might actually be struggling to hold on but then he starts a pace that’s almost vicious, downright mean with how his balls slap against the curve of your ass and the rough trail of blonde hair just above his cock is rubbing against your clit harshly. you moan loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he shifts his body slightly and barrelling the head of his cock into the one spot that has your entire body going rigid.

“g’nna cum pretty girl? yeah? wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groans when your thighs start to twitch against his biceps and how you’re squeezing him somehow much tighter than earlier, he throws his weight around a little more to make sure he breaks past the strong grip you have on him. “cum for me, c’mon.”

and you do, throwing your head back and arching your back as little as you can in the mating press he has you in and you’re spasming wildly around his length as he continues to fuck you through your initial relief and throwing you right into your next one that’s almost painful from how quickly you approached it. “f-fuck, ‘ki, too much, ‘s too much!” you finally manage to get out after your entire body seized up in pure ecstasy.

“just a little more, ‘m so close,” he moans sinfully against your parted lips, his body drenched in sweat and all his muscles bunched tight before he’s losing sense of rhythm and throwing himself head first into what he might think is one of his best orgasms in a long time. he whines, actually whines, when his cock twitches and starts to release his hot white seed deep inside your walls with each thrust of his hips, fucking it impossibly deeper until he can’t anymore.

his body lowers itself over yours, still aware of how he could crush you beneath him as he lets your legs loose from the grip you had and you both groan at the wet feeling of his cum being forced out from you around his cock. he breathes in deep when his nose buries itself into your hair, letting himself relax as your fingers stroke gentle patterns up and down his sides. “i’ll clean up in a second, lemme just..” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he means.

you kiss against his collarbone, then his shoulder, basking in the after-sex smell and the thought that maybe this could turn out for the better.

anyway i wrote this instead of making myself lunch, hope you enjoyed 🥰

[queenimmadolla]

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son. 

  Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

  Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience—eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

  “Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt. 

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

  “Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.” 

  “I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

  Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise. 

  Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving. 

  “Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food. 

  “With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed. 

  The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs. 

  You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

  “You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

  “—I don’t snore.”

  “—And looking like you were in a coma.”

  Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

  “Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

  “Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

  You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head. 

  You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

  Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering. 

  Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose. 

  You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

  Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed. 

  “Eat.”

  He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster. 

  While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

  You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

  And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

  When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow. 

  “He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

  He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

  “Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

  “You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

  “Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

  “You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

  He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

  You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

  He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted. 

  “Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you. 

  “Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

  “You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.” 

  Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

  “Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

  The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his mind and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

  “You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

  Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

  He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love. 

  It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion. 

  The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really. 

  Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

  For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

  You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

  It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

  Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room. 

  He held you in your bed while you both cried. 

  And cried.

  And cried.

  Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you. 

  When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

  “Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

  “Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

  “Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

  Halle-freaking-lujah. 

  Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

  “I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

  Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

  “I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

  The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

  “Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

  Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

  You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

  Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

  Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes. 

  When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him. 

  “My little baby potatoes.”

  “He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

  “I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

  “Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore. 

  “Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

  Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

  “Pomise?”

  “I promise.”

  She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

  “Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

  Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of  the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

  Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

  Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways. 

  Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

  After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

  It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged. 

  You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit. 

  Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

  Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you. 

  “What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

  You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well. 

  “Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

  The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her. 

  You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time. 

  It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

  GOOD.

  On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

  “Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

  It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been. 

  Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat. 

  “Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

  “I wanna see ‘em!”

  “You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out. 

  Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head. 

  Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one. 

  “You wanna hold him?”

  “Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

  “Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

  “‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

  “Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

  “He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

  Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

  “Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

  “I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

  Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

  “Wha—?”

  “His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

  Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

  “‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times. 

  “I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

  “When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

  Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him. 

  Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete. 

  “So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

  Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line. 

  Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

  Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy. 

  Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

  “Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

  “Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

  “Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

  “No, Penny.”

  After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

  You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

  On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’ most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show. 

  “Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention. 

The corners of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

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Easy, Baby

Summary: Ari just wants to do his part to help you relax.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Fingering, Bubble Baths, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This random bit of Ari goodness is dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner, @blogbog710, and @writer84. As well as anyone else who could use some love after a long day. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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“Hello..?” You push open the partially cracked door to your bathroom. “Ari, are you in here?” Clad in only a pink satin robe – a gift that had been waiting for you on the table when you’d gotten home – you take a tentative step inside.

Only to stop short when you’re greeted by the sight of candles strewn about the dimly lit room. For a moment you stand in the doorway, content to watch the flames dance as they cast intimate shadows along the walls.

“Welcome home, Bird.” Your man smiles at you from his perch on the edge of the tub. He dips a finger in the water, testing the temperature. “I see you found your gift. How’s the fit?” Satisfied that it’s to his liking, he turns off the faucet to give you his full attention.

“It’s…it’s great. Gorgeous, actually” You respond, absently toying with the garment’s belt. “But what’s all this?”    

“Just a little something to help you relax.” Ari simply shrugs before motioning for you to do a little twirl, which you do. He groans low in his throat when he gets a good look at your ass. “You said you had a long day. Which may or may not have come at the end of an even longer week. So I thought that…” 

He trails off before rising to his feet to bridge the distance between you in three long strides. Using two fingers he tilts your chin so that you’re gazing into his eyes. You don’t need him to tell you that you looked tired, not when the exhaustion you felt was written so plainly all over your face. 

 “I just thought that we’d see to it that you got a good night’s sleep.” Ari leans in to gently brush his lips over yours. It’s not quite a tease, but nonetheless, you find yourself offering up your willing mouth for more. 

Right now you wanted everything that your thoughtful Beast was willing to offer. Plus a little extra.

“I’m okay. But I could use more kisses though.” Standing on your tiptoes you go to nip at his jaw, relishing the deep growl that rumbles in his chest. “Now, please.” 

Instead of giving in like you expect him to, Ari pulls away – eliciting a whine from you before you can stop it. You’re just about to tell him that you’re willing to forgo sleep in favor of satisfying another, much more primal, urge when his hands suddenly begin undoing the haphazardly tied knot on your robe. 

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re not in charge right now.” A wolfish grin slowly spreads across his handsome features as he slides the garment off your shoulders, content to let it fall to the floor at your feet.  

“But –” Granted, he rarely ever let you be in charge. But still… 

“Hush.” His tone, while soft, brooks no room for argument. “Now, let’s get you into the bath while the water’s still warm.” Picking up your now nude body, he carries you to the tub before gently lowering you down into the heated depths.

It was your favorite feature – this custom built fixture that was big enough to accommodate both you and your mountain of a boyfriend. 

You can’t help but sigh in bliss as the water envelopes you, acting as a soothing balm for your weary muscles. “You coming?” Your eyes slowly droop as Ari makes quick work of stripping off his clothes, tossing his black sweats into a random corner of the room. 

“Now, I’d have to be awfully stupid to refuse an offer like that.” 

Less than a moment later, your man helps you sit up so that he can join you. Water sloshes this way and that, threatening to spill over the edge out of the tub as he gets settled. And then his thick arms wrap themselves around your middle, tugging you close so that you’re resting against the broad expanse of his chest. 

“Comfortable?” Ari’s large, slightly roughened hands go to massage away any residual tenseness in your shoulders. He presses a sweet kiss against the shell of your ear, enjoying the way you shiver at his touch.  

“Very.” Your head falls to the side to grant him greater access to your throat. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck, letting his teeth graze over your thrumming pulse. His chestnut brown locks tickle your skin as he continues to lavish you with his own special brand of attention.

Some days you were so incredibly grateful to belong to this beautiful man. He always took such good care of you – worshiped you, even. Ari Levinson was the type who prided himself on loving his woman in all the ways she desperately needed to be loved.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in that beautiful mind of yours, Bird.” Ari whispers a feverish litany of kisses down the back of your neck, emitting a low moan of pleasure as he does. “What’s going on up there?” 

Your man was starving for a taste of you. And he was becoming hungrier by the second. But before he took you in all the ways he’d spent the day fantasizing about, he was going to see to it that you were sufficiently relaxed. 

Right now nothing else in the world mattered. Not work. Not deadlines. Nothing. It was just you and Ari. The two of you, together against the world.   

“It – it’s not all that important. At least not really.” You tell him, lifting your arms out of the water to wind them around his neck from behind. “You’re what matters, honey.”

“Oh yeah?” One of Ari’s hands leaves your shoulders to dip between your breasts, his wandering fingers pausing briefly to pinch your nipple.

“Yes. What really fucking matters is that, after a terrible fucking day, I get to come home to you and…” An unexpected lump forms in your throat. “...We get to be together like this. I’m just so unbelievably grateful for that, you know?”

Ari hums in approval as he moves on, tracing a sensual path along your skin. His hand splays across your belly so that he can draw you closer to his body, letting you feel the physical proof of his unquenched desire. 

“You sure seem happy.” You muse, arching your back when you feel his eager fingers find their way below the water’s surface in search of new and exciting territory. A small whine escapes when he parts your sensitive folds to play with your aching clit. 

“Always am when I’m with you.” He rasps, his tone laced with satisfaction as your hips buck sharply, sending water sloshing over the side of the tub. “The way I see it, I’ve gotta do everything in my power to keep you in my home and in my bed. And if it means I have to subject myself to a little bubble bath every now and again to make sure you never think of leaving me, then so be it.”

You let out a snort before you can catch it. Sometimes your boyfriend was capable of conjuring up the most ridiculous scenarios, including the occasional one that had him convinced that he didn’t deserve you.      

Fucking bullshit if you’d ever heard it. Your handsome beast had clearly taken one too many blows to the head. 

“Ari…” You murmur, your voice filled with quiet amusement. “I think that for this to be a bubble bath there’d have to be, oh, I don’t know, some actual freaking bubbles. And you’d – ooh!” 

One sly finger enters you, slowly pumping in and out of your inviting heat. Ari then uses his free hand to lift your leg up and onto the edge of the bath, opening you up to his hedonistic assault. Soon a second digit joins the first, curling and twisting inside you as he works to find your spot.

That special spot he knew would have fireworks and magic dancing behind your eyes. 

“Now look here, woman.” He growls as he slowly increases his pace. “You’ve got a lot of pretty smelling, frilly shit to choose from in that closet. Any man could get overwhelmed, just like I did. So how about you do me a kindness and pretend we’re swimming in some bubbles, okay?” His teeth go back to nipping at your ear, playfully sucking the lobe into his warm mouth. 

“O–okay, Beast.” The soft mewl spills its way past your lips as the heel of his big palm begins to grind against your swollen bud. “Aww, fu–fuck! Ari!” Your hips move in time with his erotic ministrations as he pushes you higher and higher. 

You feel the coil in your belly tighten, pleasure steadily coursing through your veins. Meanwhile, your man’s hand remains on your thigh – holding you open for him. Forcing you to take everything he’s hellbent on giving you.

“Swear to God, you’ve got the tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Ari’s sinful whisper has your eyes fluttering closed as your fingers reach up to tease your nipple, sending white-hot sparks shooting straight to your core. “Did you know that? Hmm?”

“Ungh!” You whine, your hips jerking in his hold as your man continues to play your body like you’re his favorite instrument. Your hand then cups your heavy breast, wantonly kneading the tempting weight as goosebumps breakout across your heated flesh.  

Fuck! This was too much!

You try to pull away as the sheer force of your pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. “Aww. Don’t go runnin’ on me, Bird.” His grip on your thigh loosens so that he can once again wrap a muscled arm around your waist to keep you still. “Don’t run. Not unless you want your Beast to give chase.” 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Comes your breathless chant as he continues to stoke the flames of your passion. “God–fuck–Ari–pleeease!” You wail as your mind is robbed of all sense. 

You were so desperate for release. So fucking close you could practically taste your impending orgasm. And then your man picks that moment to slant his mouth over yours, catching a wild sob as it bubbles its way out of your chest. 

“Easy, baby.” Ari soothes, his tongue sweeping past your lips to dominate your mouth. “That’s it. Give me a good one.” He briefly pulls away to nibble his way along your jaw, teasing you to the brink. “Be sweet and show me you can do as you’re told.” 

“Oo–fuuuck!” You cry as you crest over the edge of hedonistic madness into bliss. More water spills out of the tub and onto the floor, but you’re beyond caring right now. 

Ari always made you want to be so good for him. He craved your submission the same way you craved his rewards. And he was never one to disappoint. 

He doesn’t stop, determined to push you even further. Your chest heaves as raw, unfiltered ecstasy makes your body sing. Ari’s heavy erection rests against your back, his cock twitching when notices the way your toes curl. It’s a deliciously carnal reminder of the exciting pleasures yet to come.          

Only when the haze begins to clear do you finally notice how cool the water has become. But Ari isn’t done with you, not by longshot. 

“That was a good one, Bird.” He leans forward to turn on the tap, all the while continuing to lazily pet and caress your still spasming cunt. “Bet it tasted even better.” You don’t respond, you’re brain too busy balancing your frenzied, buzzing nerves.  

“I’m going to heat things up. While we wait, how about we see if you can give me one more like I know you can, hm?” Ari whispers a kiss across your damp brow. It’s followed by a sensual brush of his fingers over your sensitive clit. 

“That way your Beast will know when you’re officially nice and relaxed.”

END

[devotekuna]

Dad!Geto headcanons/drabbles

♡˗Geto who has experience rasing kids as he adopted Mimiko and Nanako, but not having experience raising babies let alone with someone else, it was nice having someone else to rely on.

☆His daughter who's called Hana is a carbon copy of him, black long hair, curly at the start but it would soon turn into long lushus locs.

☆Hana was very clingy when she was a baby, always crying when she didn't sense her father's presence, it was always so draining when he went to his little cult meetings as nothing would soothe her, not even her favourite and only aunts, Nanako and Mimiko.

☆Whenever she sees him coming towards her, crys stopping at an instant, little hands reaching out for a hug, who could blame her? She adored him despite her only being a few months old.

☆Geto who always puts her to sleep, even if you said you could do it, partially be abuse he wanted you to rest but also because his daughter loved him too much, always rocking her to sleep as she slept on his shoulder or patting her back.

☆Adores Hana reaching for something on his head, either it be his nose, earrings or hair, somehow always getting to chew it, complaints coming from his mouth as soon as he feels her release his hair and the wet surface hitting his skin.

☆Hana most definitely likes butterflies, always picking up a purple one and bringing it to him, sometimes putting it in his hair then trying to braid it, despite her efforts it still ended up flying away and the hair a mess.

☆Sometimes she gets taken to his cult meetings to keep the members off guard as she stared at her only for suguru to deal with his business.

☆She definitely dressed up like him, trying to bribe him with her cuteness and admiration for him to bring her with him, he always rejects her as he doesn't want her to see what he does only to promise to buy her Ice-cream or something.

☆Whenever they go to the park which isn't very often, he always carries her on his shoulders if she's too tired, always stopping for her to pet the cats or to go on the swings.

☆Hana loves when he cooks for her, always trying to help him, either by cutting up vegetables or helping stir the pot. She'd find a way to be close to her favourite parent, it being clear that she's a daddy's girl.

☆Whenever he falls asleep somewhere where his daughter can reach him, she takes advantage and puts sticks and felt tips all over him, but if she's feeling tired she'll grab her toys, blanket and pillows, always prodding one under his head as she sleeps on him, blanket wrapped around both of them.

☆He has a special room dedicated to her shenanigans, hiring a babysitter to do whatever she likes only if she doesn't get hurt, threatening to kill them if they upset her.

☆He's the type to walk Hana to school on the first day, wishing her a good luck and giving her a kiss on the forehead even if he was late for a meeting saying that they weren't as important as her.

"Who's/Where's my little princess?" "Papa brought you back some souvenirs!" "I'll let you braid my hair whilst I work" "Ask your mother if she wants to watch a movie with us" "It's a daddy daughter date"

☆He'd most definitely sacrifice anything for her, even if it was his own life, which goes the same for you too.

☆He captures curses which would make his daughter happy, take a curse that looks alot like a unicorn for chance, he'd spawn that in for her to ride it.

☆Hana definitely offers him some sweets or tea to make the taste of the cursed spirits go away as she hates seeing her father in discomfort. Always taking up on her offers.

☆He'd own a pond full of koi fish or a cat which he lets his daughter take care of, always loves coming home to the cat purring at his feet with his partner and daughter.

[wjhik]

Maybe We Were a Bit Too Loud.. (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: been a bit too many Jude stories. if yall have any trent requests pls send

Y/N's POV:

Jude and I have both been so occupied in our work, we have barely got any time to spend with our daughter, let alone ourselves. Kiera had a play at school, so I got off work early. Unfortunately, Jude couldn't make it. She was quite upset about it, but I made sure to make it up to her. We had a girls day. We went to the Salon and got our nails done. I needed a refill on my nails and she wanted to get some color for her birthday party in a few days. I also got her some ice cream and had a shopping spree.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Kiera yells. She really doesn't have to be so loud. I'm right next to her. It has been a long day. As fun as it was, it was fucking exhausting. I look at her and she shows me some toy that she has, explaining it as if I didn't buy it for her. "Honey, that's amazing." I play into her excitement. "Mum, I'm hungry." She tells me, abruptly dropping her toy. "Let's get you some food, my little hungry bunny." I say, scooping her up and kissing her tummy. She starts wriggling in a fit of ticklish laughter.

I finish making spaghetti Bolognese as per my hungry bunny's request. She's just like her father. I take out her Minnie Mouse plate from the kitchen cabinet and give her some pasta. I also pair it with some leftover mashed potato and some freshly steamed broccoli and carrots. "Mama! I don't like carrots!" Kiera yells, very politely. "I know, sweetheart, but if you don't want to end up with glasses like mama, you have to have them." I tell her. She's not a picky eater, unlike me, but carrots are her weakness. It's not fun waking up to see a blurry husband, and if she wants to escape my genetic curse of poor eyesight, she has to eat her carrot. "Hmph. Fine." She says, crossing her arms but still listening to me. She's such a blessing.

As I'm serving myself the spaghetti and the vegetables (purely to be a good roll model to my daughter) for myself, I hear the door lock rattling. I look up to see my husband walk through the door. "Daddy!!" Kiera yells, attempting to get off of our high counter chairs. Jude quickly walks to his carbon copy and picks her up. "Hello, my love." He says, littering her face with kisses and placing her back on her chair. She continues munching away at her veggies. "Mhh...Whatever you made smells amazing." He says, walking to the back of the counter, where I place my plate onto the table and get out his plate. "Spaghetti Bolognese." I tell him. He grabs me by the waist and places a kiss on my head. "Missed ya." He says, then placing a kiss on my lips. "Missed you too." I reply. "Ewwww." We hear a little voice say. Our little love session is interrupted by Kiera fake gagging. She learns too much from Jobe. "Alright, alright. Go sit down, love." I tell Jude. He sits down and I place his food in front of him. He quickly gobbles it up.

"Mama, can we watch bluey?" Kiera asks. "No, honey. It's mama's turn to choose." Jude says. Kiera is sat on her little pink blanket at the left in of our very large L-shaped white couch. Jude and I are sitting on the right side. "But, daddy-" She argues back. "No 'but's." Jude says sternly. "You got your turn yesterday, and I was before you. Mama's last few turns were taken by us, too. It's time we let her choose." He explains to our daughter. She lets out a huff and puff. "Jude, it's not that serious. Let her watch. I'm pretty tired anyways." I whisper to Jude a bit too loud. "Yay! Thank you, mama!" She says, taking the remote from Jude and playing her show. "Baby, you can't give in." Jude begins a lecture. "Hey, don't tell me. You're the one who spoils her." I tell him. I'm supposed to be the strict parent, not him.

Jude put's his arm over my shoulders after the 76th episode of these stupid Australian dogs. I would go to bed, but this is the only family time we've had in weeks. I reach for my phone to check when bedtime will roll around. I let out a sigh as I realize tomorrow is a weekend, therefor she can sleep in. Jude senses my frustration and pulls me in deeper. Kiera's trance is broken when she looks over to see her parents at peace. She immediately stands up on the couch makes the strut towards us. She decides to sit right in between Jude and I, of course cuddling him and giving me her back. Jude and I's cuddle session was cut way too short.

My head moves from it’s comfortable position on the back of the couch to look at where the little snores are coming from. I see our little monkey finally asleep after 3 long hours of Australian dogs. I pat Jude's arm and he, in response, picks her up and starts walking towards the stairs. I clean up some of the cups, snacks, and toys left on the coffee table and quickly follow Jude's path. I close the baby gate at the top of the stairs Jude installed when Kiera starting crawling and head towards Keira's bedroom. I creak the door open to see Jude putting her into bed. He firmly tucks her into bed and places her pink bunny next to her. On his way out, he turns on her moon-shaped nightlight, as she's afraid of the dark, and shuts the door behind him.

Jude backs out of the room, still facing his daughter. He turns around and gets slightly startled by me standing directly behind him. "Fuck, baby. You scared me. I didn't know you were there." He says putting his hand on his own chest. "I'm sorry." I tell him, nuzzling myself into his chest. I haven't been able to feel Jude without another little lady jumping on him. Jude places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me further into him. "Let's get you to bed, pretty lady." He grabs my hand and leads me to our shared bedroom.

"Where are you going? You've already done all your bathroom shit." He tells me as I throw the blanket off myself. "Mama's going to go change into some PJs. She doesn't feel like being caught in a bra and panties when Keira decides to love bomb you tomorrow morning." Did I just say that? "Mama's gonna do what?" Jude makes fun of my use of 'mom language'. "See what this damn kid is doing to me?" I tell him, walking into our walk-in closet. I walk into my side of our closet. I open the drawer of 'sexy' underwear I have. it's basically has cobwebs on it. I pick out Jude's formerly favorite white set. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling better about myself than the last time I put it on.

Jude took me to a fancy hotel a few weeks after Keira was born to give me a break. I decided to bring along this set to 'impress' him. I was freshly postpartum, and I felt very insecure. I haven't put it on since then, but I've been working hard to get my prepartum body back. Obviously, I don't look the same as young, active, 20-year-old Y/N Jude met, but I would say I look pretty darn okay. I quickly slip on a silky robe, coming right under my arse. I tie it in a way where it cinches my waist and leaving the front open enough to give Jude a peak of his former bestie.

Jude is sat up on his side of the bed, book in hand. (Jude 110% does not read before but, but dad!jude does) I walk over to my side of the bed, taking an excessive amount of time in hopes that Jude will notice me. "Hey, baby? I was wondering if- Whoa." He says, taking his eyes away from his book. "Whoa?" I say, pretending to be clueless. Jude quickly puts his book on the side table and pushes the blanket off of his lap. He gets up and walks towards me. I open my arms for him to come into. He grabs my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You look amazing, love." He tells me, leaning in to kiss my neck. He starts licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Jude..." I moan, throwing my head back. Jude leaves my neck and puts his hands right where my robe ends. He effortlessly lifts me up.

He goes back to kissing me as he walks us over to the bed. He places me in the middle of it. He undoes my robe and kisses me from my neck down to my stomach. He leaves a few bites and marks on my stomach. He works his way down to my panties and slowly takes them off. He starts to lick and suck on my clit. He slowly works his way up to using 3 fingers inside me. I'm moaning and whining with my hands in his hair. "Fuck, Jude. That feels so good!" I moan out, grabbing his hair even tighter. Normally, he would talk a lot during sex, but he's so focus on me and making me feel good that he can't be bothered to dirty talk.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. Ride me like that. Taking me so well." He says, pushing my hips back and forth. He has my robe open up top, but tied up. I ended up getting too cold, but we were too eager to stop to change the temperature, so I put on the robe again. I have my hands on his chest, using him as leverage to keep me moving. I feel my legs give out, and Jude senses it. He grabs me and flips me onto the bed. He quickly gives me a passionate kiss and pulls out of me. "Turn over, baby. On your belly." He tells me. I quickly obey, too horny to resist. I get on my hands and knees. Jude pushes his dick back in and thrusts into me at an ungodly pace. The headboard is slamming against our wall, and I'm making some very loud and lewd noises. Jude reaches up to my head and grabs a handful of my long hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull my head back. He uses this to kiss my neck, leaving even more marks than before. He pulls me off my hands and makes me grab the headboard. He wraps his unused hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. "You like that, baby? Like the way I'm fucking you?" Jude grunts into my ear. "Yes, baby. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" I moan out. I can feel a knot start to go undone in my stomach. "Baby, I'm gonna-" I tell him, reaching back to put my hands in his hair. "I know, sweetie. Cum for me. Cum around me, my love." As I hear that, I quickly let my orgasm wash over me, Jude following close behind me, filling me up with his warm cum.

"That was amazing." He tells me, kissing my sweaty forehead. Jude had cleaned me and himself up and gotten us some very fancy champagne from our wine cellar. "I know. I'm glad we got some time alone, finally." I tell him, looking up to kiss his lips. It's been way too long since Jude and I got freaky. It's hard to find the time when you're raising the clingiest child of all time. Jude takes a sip of his sparkly drink and turns on the electronic fireplace. It's mainly ambience, but it's nice to have. He turns off the two nightlights and gets comfy. Him and I drink and talk the night away, until we both cave to our parental positions and fall asleep with a show in the background.

(Time skip)

I open my eyes to see a blurry world. I reach over to the side table where I fumble until I find my glasses. I put them on and turn to face my husband. Somewhere along the night, he turned off the T.V. and tucked us into bed, taking off my glasses and placing them on my side table. On the rare occasion where I get to see him, he looks so beautiful in the mornings. I snuggle into him and kiss his forehead. I nuzzle into him and close my eyes once again, enjoying the quite morning. No rush. No Keira. This is nice. I feel Jude stirring slightly. He knows I'm awake as I have my glasses on. He places a kiss on my lips as I kiss him back. "Good morning." I tell him, giddy as ever. It's like it's our first night together at his mum's place again. "Good morning, love." He says in his raspy morning voice. Him and I chat a little before hearing a door creak open. I look over Jude's shoulder to see Kiera standing there with her bunny in her hands, her hair wild as ever.

"Can I come in?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. I quickly but discreetly slip on my panties that were discarded the night before. "Of course, love." Jude says, opening his arms to his baby girl. He places her in the middle of us, and for once she chooses to cuddle me and not Jude. I accept her cuddles with open arms and pull her in closer. "I like this. It's soft." She tells me, rubbing over my robe. Jude lets out a laugh and kisses the back of her head. He slings his arm over the two of us and pulls us into him.

"Daddy? I have a question." She asks her father who has his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. He lets out a 'hmm?' while keeping his eyes closed. "Are you nice to mama?" Jude and and I are both shocked by the question. "Of course he is, baby. Why are you asking?" I ask her. "I heard some banging on the wall yesterday and you yelling." She tells us, now sitting up. Jude and I both mentally face palm. I look at him, expecting an answer just to see him looking at me the same way. "Sweety, mama and I were just playing. She's fine." Jude explains to her. "But you said that you shouldn't play in a way where people get hurt." She says crossing her arms, visibly upset with her daddy. "Baby, I wasn't hurt." I tell her, rubbing her arm. "Then, why were you yelling?" She asks. "Umm..." I look over to Jude for an answer once again, but he is looking around the room, playing dumb. Amazing. "You know how you start yelling when your daddy tickles you? Like that." I come up with an excuse. "Oh. Daddy tickled you for a long time then." Jude starts snickering and I simply nod. Keira nods, satisfied with the answer. Jude tells her to go use the toilet and brush her teeth. She gets up and marches out of the room.

"So, can I tickle you again?"

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[jakedoxxenvasion]

dib on you

boyfriend! jake × female! reader

warning: MDNI, hard dom jake, drunk sex, unprotected sex

[2:55 am]

"fuck, now look at you babe."you lay on your bed helplessly with jake on top of you, roughly dumping his cums inside of you. his loads flowing out from your hole eventho he hasn't pull out yet, wetting the bed. your grasp on the bed sheet tighten on each thrust before he pull out.

you're drunk, too drunk to even proceed anything in your mind but all you know is that jake is jealous, too jealous that he can't help but to drag you out from the bar where he gathered with his australian friends, alongside with you.

chris is the reason why he's acting like this, jake just hate how the older guy touching you around infront of his eyes, knowing that you're his girlfriend. "shit- do you see? do you see how your small tummy taking my cock so deep? you think chris can do better than this? no babe, no."you whine, too drunk to even protest.

his friends made you drink so much and you don't even remember how you end up in your room with jake. "j-jake it's hurt."you put on a pouted, you're getting too over sensitive now that you have cums for than three times but he just once. "hurt? we're just start babe, it's too early to get hurt hmm?"jake press your small tummy, his massive cock could be seen on your tummy, roughly thrusting into your pussy.

"aww babe taking my cock so good," "n-no jake- wanna cum- aah!"the warm things spread around, make you shaking under him before you feel he shot his loads in you for the second times. but he's still hard inside of you, tears already form at the corner of your eyes. you could feel the thick liquid running out from your hole when he pull out his cock from you, he let out a small curse when he did. "no babe, we can't waste all this.. take it, take my baby inside. only you can have my baby in your tummy, hmn?"

you grab jake hand when he push his finger inside your hole, trying to not make both your cums and his coming out but he only make you feel more sensitive now. "j-jake ah- don't."you squirm underneath him, wanting to kick him away so bad, "don't?" "hmm p-please stop jake, i'm sorry pleaseee. i promise i won't see that guy anymore- ugh!"he spank your ass as you said that.

"why won't you? how am i gonna show him this beautiful marks if you're not seeing him anymore?"he caress your cheeks, "how am i gonna show you off to all my friends? how am i gonna show how much this pussy can take me if you don't want to see them anymore y/n-ah?"you just don't know what to say anymore, saying those just to make him feel better but you guess it's just not right to do so.

you let him pull you up from laying on the bed, he peck your lips as both of your kneeling on the bed. "fuck- i wanna show you to the whole world so fucking bad, i wanna show them who this pretty pussy belong to."you rolled your eyes to the back when he toyed with your nipple, sucking another nipple and he put your boobs in his mouth to twirl his tongue around it before he let it out with a pop sound from his lips. "i'm tired.."

like a cue, your jello like body fall into his embrace and you put all your weight on him, not caring about anything at all now. he of course secure you in his arms, jake slowly put you down on the bed. you know well he want more from you but you also know he's not the type to force something on you.

you saw as jake leave to the bathroom, you're too tired to even react to it so you let your eyelid slowly close. but jake comeback before you could even fully fall asleep, he help you clean up, just love how he gentle wipe your body with the damp clothes. "jaeyun.."he look at your face when he heard you call for him, it's rare for you to call him by his real name but honestly he love it.

"i love you.. only you."

"i know babe, i love you too."

yoi it's my first publish here lol, have a good day

[titaniasfairy]

simon loves punishing you.

18+ MDNI

ugh i’m so glad i finally had the energy to write something!!

cw: fem!reader, mean!simon, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, bondage, overstimulation

a part of him was glad that he caught you fucking yourself with a silicone dildo (that wasn’t half as big as him, btw) and your vibrator that held firm against your clit on your shared bed.

he leaned up against the doorframe of the bedroom, watching you intently as your legs shook and your body quivered. palming the growing bulge in his jeans, he admired how your eyes were squeezed shut from pleasure and how your mouth opened in a pathetic “o” shape to let out those little whimpers and moans of yours. you looked so cute trying to recreate the feeling of simon fucking you.

“busy here, luv?”

his voice startled you and you were quick to close your legs and throw the vibrator across the bed while covering yourself with a blanket. your face was covered in guilt and grew hot with embarrassment, making simon lightly chuckle which only made you more flustered.

“simon! i was just-” you tried to come up with an excuse to explain your situation but the words didn’t come across your mind.

“don’t try and hide it puppy, i’m not stupid.”

he inched closer and stopped beside the bed. simon loomed over your scrunched up figure and examined your position. your fear filled eyes watched his gaze run along your body.

“you’ve still got that toy in your cunt, don’t you?”

your legs closed even tighter than before and your pussy clenched around the dildo that was still fully sheathed inside you. “n-no! i don’t i swear!”

“lying slut.”

and that’s how you ended up here, face down and ass up on the mattress. simon had tied your wrists and ankles together, essentially hogtying you down. placed in between your legs was your vibrator, powered on the highest setting.

but the worse part was the dildo simon had forced inside you. your walls squeezed around the silicone to no avail, the lack of friction denying you your pleasure.

simon had denied your orgasm, leaving you to lay there helplessly while he stood over the bed and stroked his throbbing cock just inches away from your face.

“baby, please let me cum, i’m sorry! i didn’t know you’d be home so soon.” tears ran down your cheeks, painting the prettiest picture for your boyfriend.

“save it, whore. only good girls get to cum, and you’ve been nothing but a filthy slut. isn’t that right?”

you cursed yourself for being so into this, his words sent waves of arousal straight to your aching core. the vibrator only made the ache worse and you could only take so much more.

his eyes bore holes into you as he ran his massive hand over his length in slow strokes. you wanted to tell him that you haven’t been a slut, that you’ve been good, but you don’t have the strength to lie to him anymore so you just nodded in shame.

“say it. tell me you’ve been a filthy little slut or i’ll spank that ass till it bleeds.”

though the thought of being spanked aroused you, the thought of being denied another orgasm scared you more. more tears ran down your face and you cried out “i’ve been a filthy little slut! please si, i’ll be good just please let me cum!” while staring up at simon with pathetic teary eyes.

“there you go, baby.”

simon pet your head with his free hand and looked into those pleading eyes. every part of him was itching to see you suffer more, to see you writhe around in overstimulation. the sight of you in this blissful agony made his cock throb and his balls ache, begging to release his seed inside you.

he watched your thighs clenched and your hips wiggle to move away from the vibrator. he found it funny that you were unsuccessful each try and that you eventually tired yourself out and gave up after just a few seconds of senseless squirming. simon’s hand fell from your head to your cheek, stroking it lovingly before he suddenly gripped your face. your cheeks mushed together and your lips puckered out while his thick fingers pushed them together.

simon’s eyes stared intently at your plump lips and allowed his thumb to slip in between them. you eagerly sucked on his thumb and stared up at him with your pleading eyes, begging him silently to let you cum.

“got such a pretty mouth on you, baby.”

he thought you looked so cute trying to convince him to let you cum. your lips wrapped around his thumb and your tongue flicked the digit rapidly, desperately trying to get some reaction from him.

another orgasm built up inside your tummy, and you moaned and whined against simon’s thumb. your cunt clenched around the silicone dildo inside you and your hips began to buck and shake, all while simon’s thumb remained in your mouth.

“you wanna cum baby? is that what you want?”

you nodded and let out pleas of “mhm”s and “please”s that were all silenced by his thumb. tears began to rapidly fall down your cheeks and your eyes were clouded with blind lust. simon squeezed your face a little harder and lifted your face to let stare deep into his dark eyes.

“too bad. shouldn’t have been such a slut, then.”

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[lottiecrabie]

for ur storage bin of blurb requests for the future:

hate sex with matty after you’ve broken up and you’ve got a like boyfriend that is just. overall shitty. and he’s like. “no one fucks you like me” and all that. i need the carnal rage. need the problematic cheating trope.

cheating trope Runs my brain like the navy

you won’t even have to talk to him, your friends had said. we don’t want you to be left out because of the situation. it’s not because you broke up that you have to avoid each other. come on, they insisted, you can even bring trent. it’ll be fun!

‘it’ll be fun,’ they repeated and repeated, poking your cheeks, cursing his name, until you finally gave in. in your favorite summer dress, spaghetti straps tying at the top like ribbons, you brought your favorite potato salad and your new boyfriend to the barbecue. matty’s eyes fell on your frame as soon as he spotted you, sipping on a beer in his camping chair. it was his favorite summer dress too.

you purposefully ignored him. your hand knotted with trent’s, sun melting you on his side, grin overly wide. through the boozy night, you paid no mind to his gaze, dark and seeping as it followed you. didn’t notice it at all.

‘nice new toy,’ matty said once he managed to corner you. he took a sip of his beer, letting the fuzzy liquid drip on his lips. he licked them clean and, sure, you watched them. what else was there to do?

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. ‘what do you want, matty?’ his eyes twinkled.

‘just wanted to see if it satisfied you, ‘s all.’ he’s so fucking smug. you daggered a look at him. your lips pursed. smoke blew out of your ears.

it’s how you end up pressed against the door of the bathroom, legs wrapped around his waist, his hand slapped to your mouth as he fucks into you.

you make high-pitched, pathetic cries that bury in the palm of his hand. he doesn’t give you a fighting chance, slamming his hips into you until you’re out of breath. you grip his shoulders, claw at them, even.

his head bends into your neck, leaving wet kisses along the slope. he bites at your collarbone and laughs at your reacting moan. ‘does he fuck you like this, love?’ matty whispers on your skin. you don’t have the brains to respond.

matty lets go of your mouth, dropping the hand to your wet cunt. he rubs on the clit dizzyingly fast. your eyes roll, head knocking against the door. ‘huh?’ he repeats, unwilling to let it go. ‘does he have you whining like this? fucking throbbing around me? begging for more even while i’m railing you?’

pleasure builds through you. your head vaguely shakes. matty pinches you clit; you jump, a hot strike of pleasure jolting you awake.

‘use your words, love. i wanna hear you.’

‘no,’ you moan. ‘shit— no one can do it like you. he— fuck, matty, he never makes me come.’

matty pouts at you. ‘oh, poor baby. it wasn’t like that with me, was it? had you fucked dumb every night. would have never let my baby go to sleep if she wasn’t dripping with my cum.’

you make a low whine, memories flooding you. for all the bad stuff — and there were bad stuff, fights and rage and rollercoasters — he never did leave you unsatisfied. made you come again and again until you were too tired to fight, too orgasm-happy to be mad.

he thrusts harder, seemingly overwhelmed with flashbacks too. a dizzying tempo starts, the kind that leaves you dripping on his cock, biting your lip so hard so you won’t scream. euphoria razes through you. matty nips at your cheek.

‘it was better with me, wasn’t it?’ he circles your clit. your legs shake with pleasure, stomach pulling tight. ‘say it.’ you shut your eyes and shake your head vaguely. it wasn’t. it wasn’t. you can’t start to forget.

‘baby?’ your eyes open wide. matty slows inside of you. trent. ‘hey? are you there? are you okay?’

matty’s eyes darken with something dangerous and you don’t even have to halt your breath until you sense him sliding into you again. he hits deep, hits true, with the added skillful swipe of your bud. every limb is humming with ecstasy. you slap a hand over your mouth looking at matty with wide, terrified eyes. he smirks at you, taking your hand away.

‘answer him,’ he whispers in your neck, fucking you faster.

‘um—‘ your voice trembles. ‘yeah, y—yeah. fine.’ you wrinkle your eyes. pressure builds in your belly.

‘i’m sorry he’s being a jerk.’

‘who?’ matty grins against your skin. ‘matty?’ you mean it as a question, but he snaps his hips harder and it comes out as a choked moan. you bite your lip, holding all the other ones that beg to come out.

‘yeah. i think he actually left.’ matty snorts. ‘you can come out now.’ matty furiously rubs your clit. your brain detaches from your head. euphoria drowns it.

you inhale a shaky breath. ‘cool. i’ll—‘ you wrinkle your face— ‘be there in a sec.’

trent isn’t two feet off that it’s true; you come with a bitten scream, shoving you face in his neck to kill the sound. your legs tremble, pressure finally snapping, relieving months of painfully tight strings. his name slips from your tongue freely as you smile, thoroughly fucking happy. so happy you forget, for a second, why you’re mad at all.

this is why you shouldn’t be fucking matty healy.

‘can i come inside of you?’ matty pants.

you nod frantically. ‘please. please, matty.’ this is another reason you should stay far, far away from him. you have no brain when he’s this deep inside of you.

‘fuck—‘ he cries. his body shakes, and then he’s spilling inside of you. you make a moan at the feeling, thanking him like he’s done you some great service.

you catch your breath difficultly. unhook your legs, let the frail things fall on the ground. matty slips your underwear up your thighs, kissing each of them, before trapping his leaking cum inside of you. he pulls the skirt of your dress down. kisses your lips. ‘go back to your little boyfriend, now.’

anger digs in your guts, but it’s better than whatever was going on five minutes ago. ‘screw you.’

‘i did,’ matty winks. he opens the door, lets himself through. ‘call me if you need help with that itch he gives you, love.’ he’s out in the next second.

the worst is, a part of you thinks, i will.

[romanestuffsposts]

hii !!!

could you maybe do reader feeling super self conscious about her little space so she tries to stay big and she ends up breaking all the little rules (swearing, not listening, etc.) and when papa and daddy start to punish her, she just breaks and slips into little space

if not, that's okay !!

i love your writing either way <3

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you love it! I'm sorry you had to wait so long, i hope you like how I write your request ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : angst, bratty little reader, angry daddies, soft punishment, comfort, cuddles, kisses, pet names, curses, little reader swears, fluff

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : It's hard sometimes to do things but that doesn't mean you be mean either

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"Fuck!"

This caused your Daddy to stop walking toward the laundry room. Just as he walked past your door, he heard the most horrific word he could hear leaving your mouth.

He turns his head toward the door and sees you throwing the bag of dolls on the ground. He frowns and tries to stay calm, he puts the laundry on the ground and softly knock on your door "can I know why you said what I heard you say, little miss ?" he asks crossing his arms against his chest

You're too mad at yourself to even thinking about what he said or even about what you just said. "Notin' jus hard to put 'way" you mumble not even looking at him. You walk around your toys and watch how this could possibly make it easier

Your Papa asked you to clean your playroom before dinner because there were a lot of mess since you played all day long yesterday with your friend and you were too tired to clean afterward.

Your Daddies weren't strict about that, they know that if there were a mess you would've eventually clean it but they always reminded you, just in case. If they see you're too tired or too sick to clean it, then they let you rest until you're able to do it. They know that playing can be exhausting, especially when you play your little heart out like you usually do.

But it's not because they let you deal with that schredule yourself that it doesn't have to be done! They always have an eye behind to see if it's correctly did and always praises you when it is.

"Do you need help cleaning your playroom ?" he decides to not yells or punish you for swearing. He knows you probably didn't even noticed you did because you didn't apologise and you always do. You're probably tired or super hungry and lose all your patience because of that

You groan in defeat but shake your head. It's the only thing you have to do, it's the only thing you're fully responsable of, you can do it. It's just harder today than another day but you will make it!

"Why don't you keep going after eating, baby ? You'll have more strengh to do it and with that, you could have a break from your cleaning" he proposes and watches you turning toward him, a pretty little pout on your face

"come one" he nods his head toward himself and gives you his hand "let's go eat the delicious meal Papa cooked for us"

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Later that night, you finally finished cleaning your playroom and are excited to go downstairs and watch your cartoons with your Daddies. That's what motivated you at cleaning your room.

You happily run down the stairs and are ready to hear a warning from your Papa to not run in the stairs because he doesn't want to see you hurting yourself by falling. When you enter the living room, you make your way to the couch and wiggle your body in between your Daddies.

They keep their attention on their documentary but your Papa wraps his arms around your shoulder and your Daddy rests his hand on your thighs.

You look around for the remote and when you finally spot it, in the hand of your Papa, you fall across his laps and try to grab it. Only this sudden movement of you cause your Papa to look down at you and move a little in surprise. His hand goes further away from you and you groan "Papaaa"

"What are you doing sweetness ?" he asks stroking your back, you still have your upper body laying on his laps

"Wanna wach catoons" you whine and try to grab the remote a second time but this time your Papa moves his hand in purpose "We're already watching something, princess. We watched your cartoons all week, we would like to have one evening where we watch something Daddy and Papa want" he explains with a gentle voice

Your face fell and you sat back, you cross your arms against your chest and stare deadly at the screen.

It sucks what they're watching. You don't like the big and weird voice who explains what you see in the tv and you don't like that it's not cartoons.

Your Daddies let you pouting, they focus back on the tv and know you will eventually calm down and soon cuddles their sides.

But... Not exactly. When your Papa tries to wrap his arm around your shoulder again to pull you closer to him, you throw his arm away and stare at him with fire in your eyes.

His own eyes narrow down at you "be careful. I'm not gonna be patient all night, you understand ? Drop that attitude right now. You're not a spoiling baby, it's not what we taught you. So I advise you to stop it right now" he warns

Your Daddy looks down at you and warns you with his eyes too.

You watch them turning their attention back toward the movie and you suddenly feel bad. All you wanted was to spend an evening with them after a hard day, you don't really care about what you're watching while doing so right now. You just need to feel their arms around you, nothing more.

You turn your gaze slowly toward your Papa and see his frown on his face as he watches tv. You upset him.. Of course you did.

You lean against your Papa and hold his arm as you look up at him with needy eyes "papaa" you whisper "wanna cuddles"

He shakes his arm away from your grip but doesn't look down at you when he talks "you should've thought about that before. I'm not in the mood to cuddle, tonight" he coldly says

Your face fell even more and a hurt look run across your features. You sat back on the couch and look down at your laps as you try to keep your tears and your trembling lip for yourself.

Your Papa is upset with you right now but maybe your Daddy not ?

You turn toward him and do the same movement that you just did with your Papa "Daddy" you whisper " 'm missed you" you whimper quietly, hoping he would comfort you

But he doesn't answer you, he keeps looking at the tv, a frown on his face too. After some seconds, he pulls his arm away from your hold without sparing you a glare.

Now the feeling of hurt for being ignored by your Daddies, the persons who are supposed to keep your feelings safe and not destroy them are unbearable to keep.

You sit back on the couch and mumble a little 'assholes' under your breath.

That was it. Your Daddies heard you, the both of them and this time, they can't ignore that. Your Papa jumps off of the couch making you flinch and grabs your arm. He yanks you away from the couch causing you to let out a cry

He starts to drag you upstairs and you look behind you, hoping to find help with your Daddy but only find him glaring back at you when you turn toward him.

Seeing the mean glare he shoot you and feeling the way your Papa is angry at you cause you to let out all the tears you had kept today. You cry all the way upstairs.

Once you're in your bedroom, your Papa turns around and puts you in the corner "do you think you're a big girl ? That's it, isn't it ? You're big and respinsable so you can used that kind of words, right ? I don't even think you know what does that really mean!" he shouts

You tremble in the corner as you sobs uncontrolably. You're too scared to look behind you, you just stare at your feet.

"If you want to be a big girl then we'll treat you like one" his harsh and serious voice hit you in the back "big girls don't need a bedtime story before going to bed right Bucky ?"

"definitly not" he says, his arms crossed against his chest as he stare at your back

More tears left your eyes and you close them as your sobs are fighting your chest and throat to get out. It's almost hard to breath because of them.

"And doesn't big girls sleep in their own bed ? In their own room instead of sneaking into her Daddies's ?" he asks looking at Bucky

"They sure do" he nods

"and i'm sure big girls are really tired from their hard and long day at work so they go to bed earlier" Steve says staring back at you

"so let's recap. No bedtimes stories for two weeks, you sleep in your own room and go to bed earlier for two weeks. You don't watch tv because of the curse you said earlier in your playroom. If I hear a cry about it in those two weeks, we double the sentence. You understand me ?" he harshly says making you flinch

You slide down until your sitting on the ground, your body shake with the sobs and you're body is curled around himself "not fair!" you yell "Just wanted cuddles! Waited for it all day! you didn't wanted to give me one" you sob not caring anymore about what you say "I had a hard day and waited for you to cudd' me, needed you" you shake from your sob, your eyes are cover in tears and you can't seems to be able to take your breath back

"I sowwy I was bad" you cry "didn't mean to. Don' know wha 'm doin' anymo" you close your eyes and hide your face in your knees "jus wanted daddies wis me" you whisper rocking yourself "jus wanted paise fo cweanin' 'm room betause was so hard" you cry harder now

Your Daddy looks at your Papa, a now different look on his face, a concern one. Steve mirrors his expression but stay frozed on his spot.

Bucky comes sit behind you and wraps his huge arms around your trembling body. He leans you against his chest and rocks you "calm down, baby. You're okay" he whispers in his ears "you did such a good job today at cleaning your room! I'm sorry we didn't show it better to you" he kisses your ear "but that doesn't mean you had any rights of saying what you said" his sweet and calm voice help at calming you down.

He strokes your head as he keeps shushing you and rocking you "we all have our wrongs in this situation but even if Daddies didn't understood what you wanted from them, it doesn't mean you can say those ugly things, okay ?"

You nod "I sowwy Daddy" you sob "didn mean to be bad"

"it happens, babygirl. But what matter is that you apologise" he looks down at you and tilts your head so you would look up at him "thank you for having apologise" he kisses your nose

"now go apologise to your Papa and we'll talk about the punishment after" he pushes his forehead against yours before helping you turning around. You look at your Papa and have a fear feeling when you look up at him, he's so tall and so intimidating.

Steve understands and kneels down on the ground, you slide yourself to him and snuggle against his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him tightly "sowwy Papa" you cry "didn wanted to hurt you. I sowwy, very sowwy" you sniff

You melt further into him when he wraps his arms around you and hold you closer to him "thank you, princess" he kisses the top of your head "you understand why we acted like this ?" he want you to understand why they act this way toward a little word who probably didn't meant what it really meant to you. He doesn't want you to stay confuse about it

"said bad word" you say looking up at him. He nods "yes you did, sweetie" he sighs and looks at Bucky.

After they shared a look they both undertsand, your Daddy walked toward you and lifts you in his arms. He walks toward your bed and sits on his so his back is against the wall. He sits you in between his legs and lifts your shirt to exposed your bare belly. He starts stroking it in a way that calms you "since we have something we need to apologise for too, how about we change a little the punishment" your Daddy proposes as Steve sits on the edge of the bed, his hand caressing your leg

"you go to bed earlier for two week and no tv for a week. Those are the punishment for the bad words. We removed the rest of the punishment because a part of your reaction is understandable. Do you understand ?" he asks, peering down at you.

You look down at your fingers and nod "we're sorry we ignored you earlier" your Papa says causing you to look up at him "we know how much it hurts you to be ignored and we still did. We're really sorry Baby" He kisses your forehead

"since there no tv for a week and it start right now, how about we read a bounches of stories before bed time ?" your Daddy asks, a smile on his face

You look up at him and he sighs in relief when he sees your not so sad face anymore. You nod and your Papa climbs in bed and rests you in between them as your Daddy grabs the first book

You snuggle closer to them and close your eyes, enjoying the comfort of their arms around you and their hands wondering around your body, giving you massages and sweet strokes

[topguncortez]

Goose helping you with ppd after having Bradley?

I changed this just a bit cause I had an idea that came to my mind so I hope that's okay:)

Stuck with me

warnings: child birth, postpartum depression, Goose being sickeningly adorable. Carole and Goose aren't together in this but they still have Bradley:)

word count: 1.5k

Goose Masterlist | One Year TG celebration

gif is not mine!! found on google

There was nothing that Nick Bradshaw loved more than being a father. Sure, flying with his best friend came in as a close second. But, coming home at the end of the day to his little boy who looked exactly like him would beat out the adrenaline rush of flying any day. So when you told him that he was going to be a father again, he was overjoyed. In fact, he fell to his knees crying, and hugged you, telling you thank you over and over for giving him another chance at being a dad. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Goose was by your side through the whole thing. He never missed an appointment (sometimes he even showed up earlier than you, coming from base and you from home). He knew all the milestones that the baby was reaching. You swore he knew more about what was going on with your body better than you did. You didn’t feel any sort of jealousy that this wasn’t Nick’s first pregnancy he was experiencing. It actually brought you some comfort having a partner who had done this before. He was on top of everything, making sure you were comfortable, stepping in to help you with Bradley, and getting the nursery all squared away. 

When you woke up in the middle of the night having contractions, Goose was as cool as he could be. You guessed it was those years of flying in the backseat with Maverick, childbirth was an easy cakewalk. Goose held your hand the whole time, wiping the sweat away from your forehead and holding your hair back when you got sick. He let the threats and curse words you shouted at him roll off his back, knowing the second the baby was placed on your chest, all this would fade away.

And that’s exactly what happened. 

The moment that Brie Elizabeth Bradshaw was placed on your chest, you were in tears and telling Goose that you were sorry for yelling at him. Goose was in such an awe state that he didn’t care about it. It was truly love at first sight when he looked at your little girl. You thought that you would be on cloud nine after giving birth. You thought that you’d go home, have this cute little family that you saw on TV, and everything would be alright. But no amount of books and TV shows could prepare you for how you really felt post-birth. 

You thought it was just exhaustion at first. Brie was fussy from the jump, the doctors told you that at the hospital. She didn’t latch on right away to breastfeed right, and when she did it was only for a few seconds at a time. It was frustrating for you, who wanted to do something that most mothers did. It seemed as though the only person who could calm her down was Goose. She’d cry and cry in your arms but the second Goose held her the crying would cease. Goose told you that was okay, that Brie could tell that you were tired and needed some rest and that once you got home everything would be better. 

But it didn’t get better. In fact, it almost seemed to get worse. 

It wasn’t Bradley’s fault that he was excited to have a new sister. He was only four and the new baby was like a shiny new toy. Goose had a talk with him about being gentle and letting you have your space, but that seemed to go right over Bradley’s head. The little boy wanted to be by your side for every single moment of every single thing. He was climbing up next to you when you fed Brie, or standing next to you on his little step stool when you changed her, or bringing her his toys when she was fussy to try and make her feel better. You tried your hardest to not just snap, knowing that the little boy didn’t know better. 

You had finally hit the wall and that’s when Goose realized this was more than just exhaustion from being a new mom with a toddler in the house. He saw the faraway look in your eyes as you did things like make bottles or wait for laundry. He noticed that every time Brie cried, you’d jump a bit and wait just a moment before going to tend to her, you looked near tears whenever Bradley would come up and try to “help” you with Brie, and you hardly engaged in a conversation with him. 

“So Mav apparently has gotten in trouble again,” Goose sighed as he pulled the blankets back, “Can you believe that? I step away to be a dad and my first child runs off and gets in trouble,” He chuckled and looked over to where you were sitting on the bed, “Baby?” 

“Hm?” You blinked and looked over your shoulder at him, “Mav’s in trouble?” 

“Yeah, he uh. . . that’s not important,” Goose shook his head, “Are you feeling alright?” 

“I’m fine, Goosey,” You tried your best to put a smile on your face but Goose could see right through that. He walked over to you and sat down next to you. He could see the unshed tears in your eyes and gently ran a hand through your hair. 

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Goose whispered, “It’s okay if you’re not.” 

You sucked in a breath, “Did this happen to Carole? D-did she feel like this?” You spoke through sobs and Goose quickly pulled you into his arms. He knew something really must be wrong if you were comparing yourself to his ex. You never did that. You always saw Carole as a friend and had reached out to her several times during your pregnancy. 

“Everyone feels differently, baby,” Goose said, rubbing your back, “What’s going on? Talk to me.” 

You shook your head, pulling away from Goose, “I’m just not good at this. I don’t know why I ever thought I was. I-I can’t make enough milk for her to eat. I can’t stop her from crying. She hates me, Goose. My baby hates me!” 

Goose shushed you and gently grabbed your face, brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb, “Brie does not hate you. And none of this is your fault. The doctor even said she’s just a fussy baby. And not every woman on the planet can breastfeed, it’s alright.” 

“It’s not!” 

Goose knew better than to try and argue with you about it. Your mind and body were just too tired to be able to be rational. Instead, Goose gently picked you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap. He held you tightly, rocking you gently as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’ll be okay,” Goose whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “It’ll be okay.” 

— — — 

You knew you had slept way too long when you woke up with full, sore breasts. You moaned in pain as you walked down the hall toward Brie’s nursery, only to find it empty. Your heart started racing in your chest, as you raced down the steps as quickly as you could. Tears started to fill your eyes, the nightmares you had been having started to come true.

“Goose!” You gasped out, trying to keep your tears at bay. You stood in the middle of the living room, trying to catch your breath, pulling on the strands of your hair, “Nick! S-someone took Brie!” 

“What?” Goose’s eyebrows furrowed as he walked into the living room, “Sweetheart, breathe for me,” He gently took your hands from your hair, holding squeezing them gently, “What’s wrong?” 

“Someone took Brie!” You cried, “I-I’m so sorry! I tried my hardest to be a good-” 

“No, no,” Goose shook his head, “No one took her, I promise. She woke up crying and I got her so you could sleep. I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart, she’s okay.” 

“What’s wrong with me!?” You cried and Goose pulled you into his arms. He gently pulled you to the couch, still keeping his arms around you. 

“There is not a single thing wrong with you,” He kissed your tear-stained cheek, “You’re just tired and overworked. I’m sorry I didn’t see it until now. I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with feedings and Bradley,” You opened your mouth to say something but Goose shook his head, “I’ve got the next week off so I can stay home and help you. Carole agreed to switch weeks to have Bradley. It’s just us, okay?” 

You nodded, sucking in a breath, “I think I need to see the doctor.” 

“That’s okay,” Goose said, kissing the crown of your head, “That’s totally, okay. I can call and make the appointment while you rest. Everything you’re going through is normal, I promise you. It’ll be okay, you’ll get through it.” 

“Just don’t leave me,” You mumbled against his chest. 

“Never in a thousand years will I leave my girls. Hate to say it sweetheart, but you’re stuck with me.”

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