#using some of my down time to watch a little bit of love of the divine tree

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotage you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- SO MUCH FLUFF lol- a lot of humor, next chap we'll be back to some drama so enjoyyy, Stepdad Kuna, whipped ass Kuna, some smut ofc hehe, oral (f revieving) lil bit of dirty talk, emotional sex- angst smut AND fluff - WC-6.6k

Will be eight or more parts- ties into my Mob Gojo story-takes place after part one of that (can be read alone ofc) I HIGHLY recommend the playlist (esp on the club scenes) That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- LINKReblogs/comments so appreciated if you enjoyy!

<<<Part Four Playlist Masterlist Part six>>> (coming soon)

Part Five

A nice and steamy, pounding hot shower was just what you needed, alone in Sukuna’s own personal bathroom, as he spends time with Touma. You’re exhaling as you sit on the marble bench, letting the water hit you in waves, sighing at just how good it feels, the little drops pounding against your skin, easing the sore achiness of your muscles.

A shower alone as a mother was unheard of, maybe a quick five minutes, but usually Touma and work had you so exhausted you got in for just that, too much to do, too tired to do more than scrub your skin, wash your hair. As fast as you could, but this was pure fucking bliss.

The first day moving most of your things - which wasn’t much- to Sukuna’s penthouse, had been a bit surprising. He’d had movers ready, they all basically did everything for you, and when you’d come, Sukuna had thankfully put up all the freaky shit in his room, and locked up all guns and drugs out of sight. The first meeting of Touma and Sukuna makes you giggle even in the shower.

Touma had been curious when Sukuna had leaned down and kissed you, hugging at your leg and looking at him. Sukuna looked right back. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Touma.” He answers, so seriously. “Are you… you in love with my mom.” Sukuna had paused, mouth wide open, brows low in a shocked glare that had made you burst out laughing.

“Touma baby, Mr. Sukuna is helping us live in this really nice place for a bit, but he’s-”

“So what if I am, kid? Got a problem?” Sukuna got down on his haunches, and Touma had stepped in front of you protectively, melting you as you watched Touma walk right up to Sukuna.

Mob boss, intimidating ass Ryomen Sukuna, and your kid crosses his little arms, tilting his own head. “She’s my Mama, I protect her.”

You gulp down your own emotions now, and Sukuna just glares at him. “And you think I won’t protect her?”

“It’s my job, I’m Touma. I protect Mama.” You’re damn near in tears, turning away for a moment, you hate that Touma feels this way, you’re instantly wracked with questions.

All the fights he saw?

Was it-

“That’s because I love mommy. Do you love mommy?”

“Maybe I do. Will you come kick my ass?” Touma giggles as you turn around and glare.

“Sukuna!”

“No, only if you hurt mommy.” Sukuna sighs then, big huge hand on Touma’s little shoulder.

“I’ll never hurt your mom. Okay? I want to… protect her. Better than you even.” You feel like you’re in some dream in that moment, as Touma stomps that little foot, shaking his head.

“Not better!”

“Way better. I’m bigger, hah!” Touma shoves at Sukuna then, and Sukuna yanks him up high, throwing him over his shoulder, as Touma’s legs wiggle. “See?”

“Put me down, Mama tell him!”

“Put him down, shit.” You can’t stop your laugh though, as Sukuna eases him down until he’s standing again, and he’s holding his shoulders very seriously.

“Will you help me protect your mama?” He asks softly, a tone you have rarely heard, and Touma sighs, nodding then.

“But I can do it alone, you know.”

“I’m sure you can, kid.” Sukuna smiles up at you then, seeing the glimmering tears in your eyes. “You know she’s kinda a crybaby.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Are you one too?”

“No, not a crybaby!” Touma determines, Sukuna grins then, spreading across his handsome face.

“Good, good… wanna see some cool shit?”

“Cool sh-”

“Bad word, Touma!” You cover his mouth, glaring at Sukuna then. “Watch that mouth, hmm?”

“She’s very bossy.” Sukuna says, Touma giggles, and then he tilts his head. “Come on, I got all kinds of… kid shit.”

“Mouth!”

“Kid things, fuck.”

“Don’t cuss like Mr. Sukuna, it’s bad.” You whisper, but Touma looks at you all bright eyed.

“He loves Mama.” You look up to see Sukuna’s blush, bringing upon your own as you clear your throat.

“You think so?” Touma nods, then Sukuna leads you both over, to open a door that’s somehow become a kid’s fucking paradise. Touma squeals, literally squeals, just running in, and you follow, blinking just a bit in shock. Touma starts bouncing on a little toddler bed, and Sukuna shakes his head.

“Ah-ah. No jumping. Didn’t mommy tell you about those stupid monkeys?”

“Monkeys… what?”

“They broke their bones.”

“Kuna!” He just grins as Touma gasps, stopping jumping immediately, but you sigh, taking in every bit of the room, dinosaurs all over, a gaming system, somehow he’s got everything a kid needs in one day. “How’d you do it all?” You murmur, while Touma starts poking around on a remote.

“I paid a shit ton of money for someone to set up shit for a little boy.” He shrugs a broad shoulder, eyeing you then. “Don’t cry, brat.”

“I… you…” You’re in tears, fully, and Sukuna sighs, holding you then, a big hand on your head as he tries to hush you. “You d-did all this? For me? For us?”

“It’s not shit, I just spent money. I literally snapped my fingers and a bunch of workers did the shit. Stop… you’re such a crybaby.”

You’re sobbing now, quietly against his shoulder, as he brushes a hand down your back, his heart filling more and more with every fucking moment he’s near you, when he sees your exhausted, tear streak face he falters, mouth opening and closing. But you beat him to it, cupping his face and leaning up.

“I really love you, Sukuna. You’re… you’re something so… you’re so different, from anything.” He exhales nervously, looking away and gulping.

“You’re being all sappy, stop it. Just wanted him to be comfortable.”

“Thank you so much. He loves it already.” You’re giggling while you’re crying, Sukuna smiles just a bit.

“You’re a wreck, brat.”

“I know.” He exhales, letting you cuddle to him, when Touma comes up and hugs his thigh, making Sukuna freeze, and you grin.

“Thank you Mr. Kuna!”

“God, even your kid uses the name? It’s Sukuna.”

“Kuna!”

“Jesus.”

You’re still grinning so hard it hurts, fuck when was the last time you were this damn happy, even with the looming threat of Naoya and so much more happening. As you turn off the silver knob of the shower, you’re curious how it’s going, Sukuna and a kid kind of made no sense, but seeing him trying more in one day than Naoya did in years was touching, it was fucking beautiful.

You don’t just - kind of love him- or - think you’re in love. No, you’re madly head over heels for this gruff crime lord, who’s giving you so much, and you don’t know what he gets in return. You want to help him, and be good for him, show him just how appreciative you are. Which, you heat up as you stare in the mirror, thinking of ways to show him tonight.

As you slip on your pajamas, you hear ‘ bang bang’ and rush out, it’s Touma saying it, over and over. You hear Sukuna’s booming laugh, rushing out with still damp hair as you eye the scene in front of you, mouth dropped open, Touma’s hand has a toy gun, his damn teddy bears have their little squishy arms tied, and there is fake money strewn all over.

“Haha, yeah kid, you just point and say it, c’mon you got it.” Sukuna’s grinning as he sits on the carpet, with his own toy gun, showing him. “Say - yo- you got my money!?”

“Yo gots my money!” Touma giggles now. “Bang!”

Sukuna slaps Touma in the back so hard the kid almost falls, affectionately you think!? “Yes, that’s it, then you-”

“What are you two doing, hmm!?” You cross your arms, and they both look at you, Touma’s eyes bright and glittering, Sukuna just smirking.

“What, we’re playing and bonding and that kinda shit. Touma, show mommy.”

“Look!” Touma shoots off the nerf gun now, and you gasp as he knocks the teddy bears right over, Sukuna smacks Touma in the back, bursting with laughter.

“This kid, I like him, look at that aim, huh? Now you take the-”

“Are you two serious!?” You demand, scowling at Sukuna, but Touma giggles and runs to you now, jumping up and down.

“Mommy, so much fun! Kuna is so fun I wuv him!” Sukuna clears his throat, bashful suddenly as he stands, rubbing the back of his neck.

You ignore the barbies that the teddy bears have thrown fake cash at apparently for just a moment, ignore the tied up bears and the nerf guns, and look down at Touma, who you haven’t seen this happy in so long. Then back at a Sukuna who is looking away, worried he’s fucked it all up.

You exhale then, realizing it.

You’re hopelessly in love, and even your kid loves this crazy ass man, on sight. “Although this isn’t the best game to play…”

They both look at you, eyes hopeful.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, hmm?” You murmur to Touma, brushing back his soft hair, you hear Sukuna’s exhale as Touma runs back to the game. Sukuna eyes you, walking close and leaning down, hands in his pockets. “You-”

“I know, I know I’m shit with kids. I just wanted you to have a break for a minute, and I don’t know what brat ass little... things even do. I figured-”

“Shh.” You grab his face then, kissing his lips gently, and he pulls you close, right against his chest, your skin dewy from the shower, eyes once again swirling with emotions, as he gulps a bit, just how pretty you are.

“You’re pissed hmm?”

“No, not pissed. This isn’t good behavior but… look at him.” Touma’s popping nerf guns at the bears with a little too much precision. “He’s so happy. Thank you for all of this, really, even if this is… inappropriate and a horrible influence, but...”

Sukuna blinks sooty pink lashes. “You're thanking me?”

“Yeah, you’re trying. And he… wuvs you.” You watch him look away again, as Touma begins to yawn.

“Tch. Wiped out already, kid?” Sukuna demands, but Touma just nods, and you swoop in, getting him to lay down, Sukuna lingers by the outside of the door, giving you both a moment.

“Will you be okay sleeping in here tonight?” You ask softly, Touma’s eyes are already fluttering shut as you cover him up.

“I like it here mommy, he’s so fun!” You grin down at him.

“He is fun.”

Touma touches your cheek with his little hand, melting you. “You love him, huh Mama?”

You look behind you, seeing his shadow along the doorway, sighing and then looking back at Touma, smiling. “Keep it a secret, but yes.” 

Sukuna’s heart hammers in his chest as he hears you both, and you hum so sweetly to him, his feelings so overwhelming he can’t control himself. The minute you shut the door, you’re in his arms, lifted, his hands gripping your thighs, pressing you against the wall.

You gasp then, before you relax, and he smells how sweet you are from that body wash he bought you, you probably would flip if you knew the price tag, but Sukuna would get you anything. You don’t know what he’d do for you, who he’d kill for you, just to keep you and that kid- who's actually pretty okay, for a kid - safe, and happy, so quickly you’ve consumed him.

You’re clinging to his shoulders, as you bite your plump lower lip, trying not to make any noise, and Sukuna exhales, leaning even closer, lips a breath from yours. “Know how crazy you make me, brat? Got me having a whole kid here, got me thinking of putting another in you.”

You flush now, arching your hips, as he hides his groan in your neck, exhaling, your hands enwrapped in pastel locks. “Think I don’t picture it too? Think you don’t make me insane?”

“I need you, brat. Now.” He whispers, you nod eagerly and he’s carrying you, like you’re nothing, kissing messy and brutal down the hallway, until you’re in his room, and he’s kissing down your neck, biting your delicate skin brutally.

“Kuna!” You’re whimpering as he does, grinding your heated cunt against him in your silky shorts, feeling his cock hard and throbbing.

“Need you now.” You nod eagerly once more, as you look up into dilated ruby eyes, almost black.

“Then take me.”

“God, what you do, woman…” You’re on his bed before you can blink, dizzy with how the man just throws you around, how he’s slipping off your shorts, you’re throwing a hand over your mouth as he spreads your thighs, kissing down your breasts, to the peaks of them, making your back arch. “Ah-ah.”

Sukuna yanks your hand off your mouth, and you suck in a breath when he’s kissing your other breasts, tongue lapping around and areola. “I can’t have him hear anything!”

Sukuna grins then. “I told you, it’s pretty much soundproof.”

Your eyes narrow. “Do I wanna know why?” He chuckles, continuing to kiss, lick and bite between your breasts and around your rib cage, shoving your little pajama top up further as he does.

“If you must know brat, I used to have Toji living here, and I decided I didn’t want him jerking off while I’m fucking.” You shake your head with a breathless giggle.

“You two!? Lived together!?”

“He lived here while he was a broke bitch, now I really don’t wanna talk about Toji right now.” He bites your nipple hard, and you whine out, head falling back against the soft pillows.

“You’re so f-freaky…”

“Mmm, I take it easy on you, you know that? Think I’ve ever been like this with a woman?” You exhale now, hands running through the pastel locks of his hair, arching your hips up more as he kisses down a shimmery white stretch mark. “God look how fucking sexy you are.”

“Kuna… please…” He smirks now, kissing even lower, until he’s hovering over your pussy, breath hot as he spreads your lips, spitting right on your clit and groaning as he watches it trail down.

“Please what, brat? I can’t take my time?” He demands, raising a brow, your pussy is drooling as he flicks his tongue on your clit, making you moan out loud, his cock is so hard he’s thrusting it against the bed for friction.

“Need you, please, stop teasing.” He flicks his tongue again, chuckling against you as your thighs are trembling on either side of his head.

“Oh do you? Need what, hmm?”

“More.” You yank on his hair, and he’s grinning against your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit but just not hitting it, watching you huff in frustration. “Kuna, please!”

“You’re beggin’ huh? So pathetic?”

“You know what-” You yank his face against you now, and he moans as you do, the action turning him on so much he can’t think, as you greedily grind against his face, and he’s leaking precum, dying to be inside your tight entrance, lapping all your juices up so hungry. “Y-yes!”

“Greedy little slutty brat f’me?” You nod as he murmurs against your skin, as his huge tattooed hands are pressing your thighs further apart, and he’s drinking you up, moaning as he works you. “Gonna fuck my face- god yes.”

“S-sorry… need more…” You’re lost now, as you rock up and down, as his tongue and nose and teeth all work you over and over so good, until you feel the pressure building, breasts heaving with your quicker breaths. “So good, f-fuck, Kuna it’s so…”

“Cum all over my face, c’mon baby.” He urges, lapping your juices from your hole up to your clit while you’re gasping for breaths, pleasure wrecking your brain, washing all over you in waves. “C’mon lemme drink it up.”

“Mnh!” You’re cumming so hard as he drinks you up, as his fingers bruise your thighs, and his mouth devours your pussy, the sounds of him echoing off the walls and making you scream out more and more. As you’re pulsing around his tongue, the wet muscle presses up, tastebuds just a little rough on gummy walls, forcing you into another orgasm.

“Mmm…” He’s moaning at your sweet taste, licking at his lips now, biting your inner thigh, the pain making you cry out again, hands now gripping his shoulders, broad and strong, yanking at the shirt he’s wearing. “Need me so bad?”

“God, you already know I do, you’re so-” He cuts off your compliments with a hungry kiss, as you’re running your fingers down his muscles, trying to take a breath, thighs shaking while his cock is rubbing between them.

“Taste yourself.” You’re lapping your juices off his lips with your little pink tongue, as he’s grinding against you, still in pants, making you huff in frustration, yanking on them as he laughs.

“You’re so mean, jus’ lemme…”

“Gotta have me right now, can’t wait, you’re so impatient.”

“No, c-can’t.” You’re freeing his cock, stroking the huge, thick length up and down, thumb pressing against his piercing, eyes darting up to his face as he drinks you in. “Beautiful.”

“Me!? Shut that shit up.”

“You are.”

“Calling me some bitch shit. You’re beautiful.” You smile and shake your head, thumb brushing across a flat brown nipple. “So beautiful I never want anyone to even fucking see you again.” His voice is husky, one of his hands guiding his cock to rub up and down between your folds, pressing against your clit, making you drool down his length.

“Never, how will I strip then?” You tease softly, he scowls, rubbing the piercing against you over and over, watching your pretty eyes flutter shut.

“Think I’ll let you?”

“Think you can stop me?”

Sukuna smirks, shaking his head as he shoves his cock deep inside you, and you’re screaming out, thankful his walls are soundproof for whatever weird reason it was, as the stretch burns so good inside your cunt. You’re struggling to take him as he watches every expression on your perfect features, your lips parted, your nails pressing into his skin.

“I can stop you alright.” He whispers, pulling back and thrusting deeper, stuffing you even more full, tears in your eyes as he works you. “Gonna argue ever when I give it to you so fuckin’ good?”

You shake your head, whispering out - “N-not fair…”

“Takin’ my cock like you’re made for it.” Sukuna’s words along with him yanking a thigh up, putting the arch of your foot on his shoulder and kissing your ankle makes your walls pulse around him. “Struggling to take it, too fuckin’ tiny?”

“I c-can do it.” He smirks down at you, broad smile on his handsome face, before he slams inside you so hard your toes curl, hitting your cervix as you damn near pull back, his hands dragging you by your hips.

“Don’t run, now- f-fuck…” Sukuna moans as he leans over, sinking impossibly deeper, cock stroking in and out of you, his teeth grazing your neck as he buries his face against your neck, exhaling and biting harder, spurned on by your whines, making him lose it.

“Mnh! So b-big…” You’re whispering, hissing again as he bites your neck harder, sliding hotly tongue up the side of it, shalmming his cock so far in you’re cumming again, piercing dragging right on that fucking spot.

“You’re so tight f-fuck, so wet for me, just me huh?”

You nod, panting, eyes squeezed shut as his cock stretches you open, as he’s fucking you harder now, deep and fast, his pelvis slapping into yours, making a sloppy, obscene fucking sound the wetter and wetter you get. You can feel your cunt gushing around him, feel it dripping down between your thighs, down your ass and his balls that are heavy and smacking you.

He pulls up, ruby eyes locked on yours, as you whisper - “L-love you.”

Sukuna pauses, exhaling, hot breath against already overheated lips when he cups your face with a big hand, slowing his thrusts for a moment, making every inch take so excruciatingly long, letting you feel every fucking part of him. Your heart races, you can’t stop yourself.

“I do. I do. I d-do… I know it’s-”

“Shut it, brat.” He slams his lips back down on yours, shutting up your every confession, rolling his hips so his piercing is pressing on that spongy spot, drinking in your every cry, while your pussy is tightening around his cock.

“Kuna…” You’re hiccuping at how good he feels, while he’s leaning heavy weight on you, brushing your hair back. “S-sorry…”

“Shh.” Hiis thrusts are becoming more erratic, more intense, watching your eyes roll back, mouth open. “Think I don’t love you?”

Your eyes try to focus, but he’s fucking you so good it’s impossible, you just sputter as he works over you, one hand now resting under your chin, long fingers wrapping your delicate neck. He rests his other elbow near your head, that hand entangling in your hair, pulling at it, watching as he fucks you stupid.

“Answer me, now.” He orders, you’re clinging to the sheets, and he glares now, slowing his strokes. “Get those nails back on my back.”

“Yes, y-yes sir…” You do just that, watching him moan, his head falling back, you eagerly kiss down his neck, lapping at the bobbing adam's apple as he’s in bliss, your walls contracting around him, pouring out more and more soaking arousal.

“Answer me.” He orders again, while your nails are digging against his muscled back, looking back at you, eyes black damn near, slamming his cock in so hard you have to bite back a full scream, only earning his groan, squeezing your throat just a bit harder. “Now.”

“I d-don’t know if y-you feel sorry for-”

“Nah, fuck that, I just fucking want you. I need you.” He watches your eyes go glassy, your lips tremble, as your thighs squeeze his hips, and he works your cunt so goddamn good, thumb pressing your racing pulse. “Did I fuck you too stupid, think I don’t love you already?”

“Kuna…” You’re sobbing when you kiss him, and he loses himself even more in you, inside you, surrounding you, while your back arches, lips and tongues fighting for dominance, as he flips you, now letting you on top of him.

“Gonna make me keep saying it, like some dumb fucking simp?” He demands with a glare, and you nod with a little giggle so breathless and weak, while he slips you down his cock. “Then you better ride me.”

It’s been a while, and you aren’t sure you’re good at it, faltering, as your hands rest on his strong chest, against just a part of the endless black tattoos, your hair falling to the side as you roll your hips. “Will you tell me if I’m okay?”

He scowls, lifting your hips and dragging you back down his cock, watching your breasts bounce as he brings you down on him, veins pulsing inside your cunt. “Okay is never a fucking word for you. Y’know how good your pussy is, show me, huh baby?” He whispers, encouraging you, and you nod then, biting your lip, watching as his cheeks tint pink even in the dim lighting of his room, as he bites his lip with white teeth.

“Like this?” You ask nervously, trying to shove back all the past of hearing how terrible you were at things, because Sukuna looks at you like you’re a fucking goddess right now, nodding and gulping.

“Fuck yeah, just like that, ride me till you cum.” He says, all husky, and you eagerly start to bounce now, thighs slapping against his as you ride him harder, faster, then start leaning up, thighs working themselves. Sukuna’s groaning out loud, hands now on your ass cheeks, pumping up inside you. “There it is, there you go-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Shit.

You instantly freeze, looking at the door, and hearing it again-

Knock knock knock.

“I need to-”

“Fuck no.” Sukuna drags you back on him as you go to get up, but you glare now, shaking your head. “Really now.”

“Mama? Mr. Kuna?” You hear, and Sukuna holds back his groan as he covers his face, cock twitching when you’re sliding off it, cursing yourself with how sore you already are.

“Let him go back to bed.” Sukuna grumbles, staring at his cock that’s glistening with you, as you slip on pajamas and giggle.

“Mostly soundproof?” You tease.

“He didn’t hear shit, promise, unless he’s right against the door the entire time.” He murmurs, cupping your face.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Mr. Kuna.” Sukuna scowls as you rush out, and throw a blanket over him.

Kids are cockblocks.

“What is it, Touma?” You murmur, as you walk out, and see him sleepily rubbing one eye, but when you bend down you see his distraught face. “Bad dream baby?”

“Bad dream. Mama got hurt in it.” He’s sniffling then, and you pick him up quickly, holding him tight.

“No, Touma I’m fine!”

“Mama was gone.” His words make your heart hammer, you shake your head quickly as you walk back to his new room, feet padding gently on the polished floors until you hit his soft carpet.

“Mama will never leave you.” You murmur, laying him back down, and Touma lifts the bright blue blanket, patting it with his little hand.

“Cuddles?” You smile amidst terror gnawing at you, trying to shove it all down for him, getting right in the toddler bed, laying on an arm as you watch him.

“You worry so much, I promise I’ll be okay. You seemed so happy today, with Mr. Kuna hmm?” You brush his hair back and he grins now.

“I like him so much! He’s so fun!”

You grin right back, heart fluttering as you think of it- Sukuna loves you.

Loves you.

“He is fun. I think he likes you alot too, Touma.”

“Will we be here a long time?” You blink a bit then, sighing and snuggling further against Touma, as he rubs your cheek, so caring already so young, he touches your heart more every moment, the love for your son so deep it feels impossible that you had room for Sukuna too.

It’s like your heart grew to expand enough for the both of them, though of course the love is so different, you now know you’ve never felt it for another man, even when you thought you loved him. Naoya. How, you can’t really fathom, the gaslighting, manipulation!?

Were you such a fool?

But then you wouldn’t have him, your baby boy.

“Mama?”

“Sorry, baby.” You try to snap back to the moment, as Touma’s little pout is so serious for his cute little face. “We will be here for a while I think.”

“I like that, Mr. Kuna can show me more games!” You yawn, as you pull him against you.

“Maybe nicer games?” Touma yawns now too, and you snuggle closer, feeling sleep tug at you. “Maybe I’ll just sleep for a minute…”

Twenty minutes.

Does it take twenty minutes to get a kid to sleep!? Sukuna doesn’t know, but he knows the kid is now responsible for the girl he loves leaving him wanting, and that’s irritating. He wants you all to himself, and sharing you is irritating, even if he does really like the kid, he needs you back.

Sukuna decides to finally go check once his cock went down, which took far too fucking long, and he pauses at the doorway when he sees it then, his heart doing this irritating flutter feeling. It’s even worse than the love he feels already, when he sees you snoring lightly right next to your little boy, who is snuggled against you tightly, his little arms around your neck.

“Well, shit.” He mumbles, leaning on the doorway for a moment, crossing his arms as he stares at the two of you, you sleeping on one arm, no blanket, it appears you’d put it all on Touma.

Sukuna sighs now, walking in the little room, taking a pillow and slipping it under your head, you hum just a bit, still curled up in the tiny little bed. He chuckles softly, taking some of the blanket and tucking you up in it, looking at the little smile on your pretty face, stroking your cheek for just a moment.

You’re so cute he’ll forgive you for leaving him hanging, he supposes, looking at Touma who snuggles right back to you, and you instinctively wrap your arm around him in your sleep. The sight of the two of you, especially you cuddling what is just about a copy of you, is too much for him, he’s feeling too sappy, and irritated, deciding to scowl just a bit for good measure.

He wants you in his bed, dammit… he wants you to cuddle him, but he has to admit as he walks out, you’re fucking adorable.

*****

Sukuna wakes up to heavenly scents wafting through his penthouse, tummy grumbling as you work your magic in his kitchen, the sight of you humming in little sleep shorts half rolled up is far more appetizing than event he scents, as he eyes Touma sipping orange juice from a little cup with a top, grinning at him.

“Mr. Kuna!” Touma runs to him, and you turn back to see him hugging Sukuna’s leg, Sukuna just stands there, grimacing as you giggle, earning his glare your direction, a thousand things unspoken in that expression of his.

“Yeah, morning kid.” Sukuna pats Touma’s head, pushing at him a bit awkwardly, eyeing you looking all fresh faced with a messy bun, spatula in your hand. “And good morning, brat.”

“Morning Kuna.”

“Tch.” He steps to you now, swiping at a little flour on your nose, inhaling how sweet you smell, pressing a kiss on your lips. “You’re in trouble, y’know?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whisper, as you now eye Touma. “Hey, can he watch some tv?”

“Shit, yeah. What do you watch, kid?” He asks, as you hand Touma a plate, and Sukuna flips on the tv in the living room, letting Touma sit on the floor in front of it with his waffles, eggs and bacon.

“Bluey!”

“The fuck’s a Bluey?” You’re holding back laughter as you finish making breakfast for you and Sukuna, listening to the ensuing humor that is your boyfriend and your son conversing.

“It’s a dog, and she’s so cool, Mr. Kuna do you wanna watch!” Sukuna grimaces, shaking his head and turning on Netflix, handing Touma the remote.

“God no. Here, you know how to put it on?”

“Mhm!”

“Good.” He pats Touma’s head again, and comes back to you, as you’re making him a plate, complete with a whipped cream smile and strawberry eyes. Sukuna’s face makes you burst into laughter.

“It’s cute, huh?”

“You’re so asking for it.” He grumbles, snatching up the syrup and slathering it all over the fluffy waffles, destroying your smiley face.

“Meanie!”

“Tch. Where’d you get all this food anyway? I order out all the time.”

“I ordered groceries, is that okay?”

Sukuna’s jaw sets. “With your money, no.”

“Kuna!”

“No, I’ll have to give you a card or some shit.” You shake your head at him, making your own plate and sitting next to him, biting back a sigh when his big warm hand touches your thigh, and he leans close.

“Sorry I passed out.” You murmur, awakening far too much he’s trying to hold back, his eyes narrow at you.

“I’ll make you make up for it tonight.” You shift just a bit in your seat at the mere thought, earning his smirk, as his hand squeezes the plush of your thigh. “With that mouth, hmm?”

“Oh, I don’t mind that.” You whisper, against his ear, sending shivers of desire down his spine, before you kiss his cheek. “This is the best day I’ve had.”

“It’s just started, though?”

“Still. It is. It feels… right?” He brushes his hand up and down your thigh, moaning as he bites into the waffle now, feeling it so flaky and fluffy in his mouth, so sweet.

“Tastes so goddamn good, shit.”

“As good as me?” You tease, mouthing quietly, he bites back a moan, dragging you even closer, one of your legs over his.

“Nothing’s that good, shit. But close?” You nibble on one too, smiling happily, to be this close to him just doing something so simple is bliss. “Gonna have to keep you around, cooking like this.”

“Yeah?” You grin so big, lighting up your face, making him falter, then making him scowl. “What!?”

“Making me sappy, so fucking annoying.”

“Poor Kuna.” You kiss him again, he tries to keep the scowl, but it fails. After a little bit he’s fully in  a four piece suit, however, overcoat and all, along with black leather gloves, making you frown a bit while you’re washing dishes.

“I have a dishwasher, brat.”

“I am just used to hand washing.” You dry your pretty little hands on a towel, he frowns as he looks at them, a little calloused from the pole already, he doesn’t like that, he really doesn’t want you doing a damn thing as soon as you’ll let him take care of you completely. “Where are you going? Should I call Miwa over for a bit to watch Touma, go with?”

“No, you can’t go to this shit.” You frown deeper, and he tilts your chin up, shaking his head. “Dangerous.”

“Then why do you go!?” You whisper, heart feeling with fear, and he leans closer, arms now on either side of you on the counter.

“Baby girl I run a mob, I’m not some little bitch. I’m always good.”

“But-”

“This is part of it.” His tone is firmer, and he lifts his jacket, showing an array of guns and knives glinting that make your tummy flip.

“All that?” You whisper, eyeing him with even more fear.

“I’m always good, promise. You play pretty housewife and hang out with the kid, I need to deal with…”

“Naoya?” You’re mouthing it, he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Meeting with the Kamo family first, okay?”

“So not as…”

“No, they’re pretty in with the Gojo family. But this isn’t a concern, what I need you to do is wear him out today so I get you all to myself, hmm?” He’s smirking, and you fight him with a pout, until he keeps kissing you over and over, and you’re melting in his arms, nodding. “Good girl.”

“You’re not playing fair.” He’s pulling and your waist just a bit, thumbs brushing under your breasts, as every nerve ending is on fire for him.

“I’ll be back later, make me something yummy for dinner too?”

“You’re liking this a lot aren’t you?” You tease, but he hears it, the hope and nerves in your voice, he pinches your ass, and you hold in your yelp, smacking a hand on your mouth as he grins.

“I’ll like it more when you melatonin the-”

“Kuna!”

“Well, just saying. I need to go though.” He frowns at his rolex, and your heart feels like it will pound from your chest in fear. “Have you seen me? Think anyone can fuck with me?”

You look down, terrified for him, feeling the guilt of causing more problems gnawing at you. “But he-”

“Ain’t got shit on me, brat, does he?” Sukuna raises a brow, god you want to just stay in his arms forever, but you know you can’t.

“Nothing, and you know that. But he’s-”

“Ah-ah. Shut it. Now, entertain the kid or whatever you do? Take the day to relax a bit. If you need something just call me.” He leans a little closer, pressing his lips on your forehead, your eyes flutter shut at how good it feels. “Bodyguards are outside, no one will come here.”

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Tch. You’ll thank me later alright.” You glare so cute, as he walks by, but not before Touma runs to him, hugging his thigh again, and the sight is so adorable your cheeks hurt from grinning. “God, you’re a clingy kid huh?”

“Mr. Kuna, will you watch a movie with me later?” He asks, and Sukuna rolls his red eyes, shrugging as he tries to pry the kid off him.

“Sure, but I’ll pick it, maybe Godfather or-”

“You will not even watch Godfather!” He smirks over at you, winking.

“I’ll let your Mama pick instead.”

“Okay! Have fun at work!” Sukuna bites back a smile, walking out then, leaning against the door and righting himself, he’s been too blissful for the day, for the night, now he knows, it’s time to get serious. He takes his phone, hearing Satoru’s voice on the other line now.

“Got it scheduled right?” He asks Gojo then, and he sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s gonna be so boring.”

“Rather bang that bartender huh?” He snorts in laughter as he rides the elevator down, hearing Gojo sigh dramatically again.

“More than that.”

“Shit, you down that bad already?”

“Says you, Stepdad Kuna.”

“God don’t you fuckin’ call me that too, shit.” He’s disgusted as he steps into the back of the limo, hanging up and seeing Satoru in the backseat, all pouting.

“I don’t wanna be up this early going to see them, they’re so-”

“Boring, yeah yeah. Think I wanna?” Sukuna grumbles right back, looking out the window for a moment, thinking of spending the day with you.

“I know this is necessary just… the Kamo family are pretentious as fuck, I get tired of trying to make deals with them.” Satoru sprawls his long legs, then perks up just a bit as Sukuna grabs a little baggie. “Gonna share?”

“If it cheers your mopey ass up.” Satoru’s grin is back, though his shades are pushed up a little higher than usual. “You gonna go on a date with her?”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna ask her…”

“When?”

“Um… I… how do you ask a girl out exactly? I’ve never…”

“Yeah.” Sukuna snorts in laughter again. “We are not having a father to son talk I sure the fuck hope.”

“I’m not much younger, and women just come to me.” Satoru sighs again, snorting a line and pinching his nose. “I really like her, Kuna.”

“I hate that name so fucking much.” Sukuna snorts one too, wishing he could instead snort it off your pretty body. “Just ask her?”

“Like and take her where?”

“I don’t fucking know, Fiji?”

“Yeah?”

“No, Satoru, shit… like dinner or something. Hmm…” He pauses then, he hasn’t even taken you out yet. “Where do you take dates?”

“Let’s ask Suguru.” When Satoru and Sukuna stop in front of Suguru’s place and he glides in, he’s now bombarded by the two grown ass men, Satoru pouting, Sukuna’s lips in a terse line.

“You all look… serious.” Suguru muses with a smirk.

“How do you ask a girl on a date!?” Satoru asks, and Sukuna shakes his head, holding up a hand.

“Where do you take your girl on a date?” 

Suguru blinks a bit now, before snorting in laughter, one of his hands over his mouth, shaking dark hair. “You two serious?” A pair of blue and red eyes just stare at him now, and he sighs. “Shit, you are. Alright then…”

I KNOW so much fluff- this will clearly be more than six parts- prob eight? I don't know yet I'm having too much fun with Stepdad Kuna don't you judge him!!!

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[wonysugar]

KARINA X READER W ORAL FIXATION

oral fixations are such a broad topic so i did some research and had fun with this, i think this is the type of oral fixation you meant lol? thank you for the idea :]

cw : usage of strap-on

you and jimin often hung out, being girlfriends at all. naturally, you progressively got to notice each other's little tics and habits as the relationship went on.

for example, you knew that she had a tendency to furrow her eyebrows at every little thing, whether she was focused, confused or simply just forming a thought. or or!! that she sticks out her tongue in every other situation; sometimes the joke she'd tell would call for it, other times she’d do it just cause. whatever it was she did, you found it endearing.

and she would say the same thing about you! except for… a particular habit of yours. she didn’t hate it or anything. it’s more like she… loved it a bit too much? for all the wrong reasons? to put it simply, she felt like a pervert for feeling the way she did toward it.

see, you had the tendency to put things in your mouth and chewing on them at all times. whether it was your nails, a pen you happened to be holding or even just a straw you had finished using a long while ago. whatever it was, you would spend hours chewing on it. and the context of the situation didn’t matter either, you needed to keep your mouth occupied at all times, and that was that.

jimin thought it was adorable when she first got to know you, a few years back, but once you two got closer, her thoughts got more and more… deranged about the whole thing.

the mere idea made her stomach turn; the two of you making out on her couch, feeling each other up as you usually do. she’d pleasantly surprise you by pulling away from the kiss and replace the feeling of her tongue with her fingers, watching you suck and lick on them whilst you looked up at her. how you would drool all over her digits the same way you’d drool on her strap, later into the dark night.

she’d always shrug it off, though. she never brought it up in bed since she was overthinking basically everythingcjfjckdn she didn’t want you to think she was weird, or anything!

that was until you asked her to let you suck her off during sex, which was something you’d never done before. she contained her excitement when she heard those words and proceeded to rationally ask you why it is that you wanted to do that, all of a sudden.

“i dunno,” you shrugged, “my mouth needs attention, i guess.”

KAAABEWWWMMMM!! jimin played it off, cool and collected, but inside? girl SHE CHEERED! the opportunity finally presented itself to her; she didn’t have to potentially risk passing as a creep yippe!! of course, that was all in her head, as you would’ve happily obliged if she had just asked you.

the actual sex later on? ohh you could tell she was having so much fun with your little oral fixation, she was smiling down at you the entire time. you had originally asked her to just let you blow her, but she went above and beyond your expectations.

you looked up at her, on your knees. she caressed your bottom lip with her thumb before sliding it into your mouth, a smirk plastered on her face as she looked down at you. “you want it, baby?” she’d say, ‘it’ being the black strap-on she was wearing. you’d nod in response, quickly getting what it is that you wanted.

by this point you were practically soaked, that much was obvious, but you didn’t know how much better it would get until she layed you down on your back to finger you; she told you to suck on her tits while she did so.😭😭😭😭ohh brother.

she pumped two of her digits in and out of you, fingers curled right against your g-spot as her thumb gently pressed on your clit, all in a repetitive motion. your attempt to hold your orgasm—after she ordered you to—was barely successful when you had your hand on one of her breasts, carefully fondling it. you tried to focus your attention on catching her nipple in between your fingertips and playing with it gently, but that just contributed to turning you on more.

on top of that, she had the other boob settled right onto your lips, her hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer to her. your mouth sucked and licked on the bud, your tongue working around it. you fed off of the pretty sounds that came out of her whenever you did.

after what felt like a painful eternity of her relentlessly pumping in and out of your dripping cunt with her fingers, she finally gave you permission to cum, much to your relief.

that eventual orgasm hit you like a truck and may or may not have knocked you the fuck out after a few minutes of heavy breathing.😭

she kissed your (very sweaty) forehead, satisfied and happy she could please you. the sight of her girlfriend sound asleep was enough for jimin to make a mental note for the times to come; to never neglect your mouth again.

[4ranghaes]

Heyy, since its my birthday can you do some type of bnd birthday scenario??

hiya!!! sorry this is a little late but it’s actually my birthday on the 18th so i decided to write this and post it on my birthday😭 cause i knew it would take a bit of time😭

happy birthday anyway anon!!!! and i hope you enjoy🥰🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd on your birthday

ot6 bnd x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

sungho🎀 [reader’s wearing a dress]

“see? i told you. what did i tell you?”

you giggled, stepping down the final steps out your apartment block, walking into sungho’s open arms.

“you look gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing your cheek, right by your ear before he took your hands and helped you into the back of the car usually used for boynextdoor schedules, now turned into a private chauffeur for your evening together.

“you can’t say that, you picked the dress!” you laughed, “which, i’m returning by the way. this is way too expensive!”

“i wasn’t complimenting the dress,” he smirked, sitting in the seat beside you, looking dapper in his own casual suit. he took your hand, pressing a kiss to the skin on the back, “and no way. it’s my money. i’m finally earning money, i can use it anyway i please. plus, it’s your birthday. it’s part of your gift.”

“part?!”

sungho laughed, nodding, “well, we’re gonna go out for dinner and i’m going to pay. no exceptions, cause that’s my other part of your present.”

“yeah? and what about those flowers that were on my kitchen table when i woke up this morning?” you laughed, giving your boyfriend a stern look, despite his pleased smile, “or the necklace you bought at the beginning of this month after saying it’d be my birthday present!”

sungho shrugged, a goofy grin growing on his face as he leaned across and pressed a kiss to your lips, “i just want you to have a happy birthday, my love.”

riwoo🦦🍡

“sweetness?”

you groaned, stretching out your body across the bed. riwoo smiled, his hand flattening down the hair on the top of your head. he leaned down, pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“good morning,” he chuckled as you blinked at the room around you.

you smiled at his beautiful face in front of your sleepy gaze, yawning, “morning.”

“morning,” he repeated, lost in staring at your face as you woke up to your surroundings.

you groaned, burrowing yourself into the comfy pillows and warm sheets, “why did you wake me? just to say morning?”

“no,” your boyfriend sang, patting your head before sitting on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, “to say happy birthday.”

you smiled at the realisation, riwoo tilting his head at you, taking your hand to press gentle repeated kisses on the skin.

“and to say that breakfast is ready.”

“you made me breakfast?!” you gasped.

he nodded, “pancakes. and i didn’t know what topping you wanted so i made them all. but i ordered in coffee cause i know you prefer iced coffee when it’s store made compared to home made.”

you laughed, placing your hand on his cheek, “thank you, sanghyuk-ie. you’re so sweet.”

he nuzzled into your hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, “come on. get dressed and come eat with me. i was thinking we could watch something while we ate.”

you hummed, “can i choose?”

“of course, sweet. oh! i almost forgot.”

he slid a beautifully wrapped present onto your lap as you sat up, you widened your eyes, “what?!”

“what? you haven’t even seen what it is yet,” riwoo laughed, getting up and starting to leave the room as he became shy, over-thinking his decision on the present completely.

you unwrapped the decorated paper, revealing a handmade scrapbook of photos, handwritten jokes and recipes. your eyes widened as you turned each page, gasping and laughing at the attention to detail.

“when did you do this?!”

riwoo shrugged from the doorway, a proud smile on his face, “come on, breakfast.”

jaehyun🪻🐕 [fem nicknames used]

“my beautiful girl!” jaehyun exclaimed, pressing multiple kisses to your face in between his words, “my pretty girl! ah the birthday girl! did you have a good day, my love?”

“leave her alone,” woonhak laughed from the kitchen, jaehyun rolling his eyes at his younger friend.

when he finally pulled away from you, he resting his fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze to look to him.

“i’m sorry i had to work today,” he murmured, and you felt a pain in your heart, knowing– despite his affection being more than common in your relationship –he was laying it on thick today, guilt sitting deep within him that mcountdown recording landed on the same day as your birthday.

“hey, i’m here now, aren’t i?!” you smiled, leaning to press a final kiss to your boyfriend’s lips before taking his hand and leading him into the living room.

you both sat on the sofa, you collapsing into his body. you’d had a day of greeting friends and family, shopping, meals, treats and presents, which was so lovely and while you were beyond grateful; having a moment alone with jaehyun was all you wanted all day.

“come on then, show me what you got,” jaehyun smiled, not removing his head from where it rested upon yours.

you grinned, pulling your bag up onto your lap and beginning to give him a haul of all your presents. jaehyun just smiled and watched quietly, tired from the day and overwhelmed with love for you.

“and most importantly,” he said, once you’d finished your show and tell, and had started fiddling with a couple of your favourites, “did you have a good day?”

you looked at him with a peaceful smile, nodding, “even better now.”

jaehyun smiled, kissing your forehead ever so gently, before sitting forward and rummaging in his back pocket, “look at the tv a moment.”

you did as he said, jaehyun’s fingers tickling your neck as he clasped a necklace around you, placing a kiss on the back of your neck as he did so.

“like it?” he murmured, chin resting on your shoulder.

you looked down. there was a tiny ‘j’ charm, alongside a blue gemstone: for december.

you turned to look at jaehyun who was smiling proudly. you pouted, “i love it, jae. thank you.”

“happy birthday, my girl.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

a kiss was pressed to the side of your head, as taesan’s arm was lazily slung over your shoulders, “happy birthday, baby.”

you gasped, looking away from the movie playing on the screen to your boyfriend’s grinning face, “is it midnight?!”

he smiled, nodded as he watched you sit up, grabbing the cake he’d gifted you from off the table.

“wait,” he commanded, before you grabbed a piece on your fork. he dug into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a heart shaped candle and a lighter, “it’s not your birthday until you blow out the candles.”

you giggled, clapping as he lit the candle, lazily humming happy birthday and lifting the cake to your face height.

“make a wish!”

you smiled, glancing at taesan before closing your eyes, wishing, and blowing out the candle. taesan cheered, placing the cake back down and taking the candle out before taking a big spoonful of cake and feeding it to you.

“good?” he asked, picking off a strawberry from the top.

you moaned, “dongmin, that’s the best!”

he chuckled at your cuteness, kissing your forehead again before leaning back, pressing play on the movie, “what do you want to do today then?”

you hummed, picking bits of strawberry and chocolate off the top of your cake, “i want to spend the whole day with you.”

taesan sighed, trying to laugh off the comment, though it struck his heart with his overwhelming love for you, “of course, baby. whatever you want.”

leehan🪸🐠 [fem nicknames used]

“happy birthday!”

“oh my god!” you gasped, jumping with a start at the sudden movement from your boyfriend behind you.

you’d thought he’d gone to sleep at least 20 minutes ago, while you continued to scroll on your phone, leehan had thrown his arm lazily over your waist and his breathing became heavy behind you. you glanced up at the time on your phone: 00:00.

“thank you, baby,” you laughed, after getting over your initial heart attack and noticing your boyfriend’s pleased smile.

leehan just kept grinning, staring at you for a few seconds longer. his breathing was loud as always, but you didn’t mind, after so much time together you found it came to relax you.

“what?” you laughed.

he got up from the bed wordlessly, walking over to the wardrobe and opening the door, revealing a load of balloons at the bottom. he reached in and grabbed a wrapped gift and a card, turning round with a grin that made his eyes disappear.

you laughed, “what is all that? when did you have time to blow up balloons?”

“before you came round,” he said, coming to your side of the bed and sitting on the mattress, your body bouncing slightly with the change in weight. leehan groaned, “i kind of wanted them to pop out, you know? but i didn’t have any helium so i had to just blow them up like normal.”

“aw that’s okay, babe,” you cooed, sitting up and pressing a kiss to his pouting lips, “i love it anyway.”

he smiled, giving you another quick kiss before shoving the present into your lap. you unwrapped the card first, leehan sat silently smiling proudly as you read his sweet words, and cute drawing on the flip side.

‘happy birthday to my queen. you light my life and make everything better. thank you for always listening to me (even when i ramble about fish). i love you always. your donghyun’

you looked to your boyfriend with tears in your eyes, as leehan laughed and jeered, “why are you crying, you big baby?! come on, open the present.”

he leaned forward and kissed the top of your head as your hands moved to unwrap the box: a bouquet of lego flowers. you looked up to donghyun’s now bashful face.

“i thought we could build them today.”

woonhak🧸

“i don’t know… it looks pretty high…”

“oh, woonhak, please! it’s my birthday!” you whined, pulling your best persuading face as you took your boyfriend’s hand and started to wander towards the desired rollercoaster. his feet, however, were placed firmly on the ground.

woonhak sighed, looking at you with displeasure, “fine.”

“yes!”

the queue was minimal, considering it was the middle of a weekday, so the wait went quickly – and you’re sure that’s the only reason you got woonhak on in the end.

“hold my hand. ya! y/n! hold my hand!” he yelled, as the ride started, still holding his hand out across seats for you to take.

you laughed, intertwining your fingers and holding them above your heads as the rollercoaster gained speed, twisting and turning over the tracks.

“oh woonhak, that was the best!” you cheered, once you were safely on land again, turning to see your boyfriend who looked pale in the face, following behind you. you smiled, joining him at his side and intertwining your hands once again, “why don’t we go get some snacks?”

woonhak smiled, nodding with a bit more enthusiasm as you walked in the direction of the corndogs and popcorn. suddenly, you gasped.

“not another ro—”

“we have to get them!” you cooed, dragging woonhak over to the stand of couple’s headbands.

“uhhh…”

“look!” you gasped, grabbing the purple and blue headbands with a stuffed panda placed to the side, “we can match!”

woonhak looked at your smiling face, practically bouncing up and down as you held the headbands in your hand, “okay. how much are they?”

“₩30,000.”

“₩30,000—?!” he exclaimed, before sighing, “okay, okay.”

he pulled the cash out his wallet, handing you the money before wandering over to the snack counter, and getting two corndogs and two drinks. he sat down at a free table, before suddenly he felt hands on his head.

he sighed, watching you sit down with the purple panda atop your own head. you laughed, making woonhak smile.

“happy?” he asked.

you nodded, replying, though he could barely understand through the mouthful of corndog, “you said you’d get me anything!”

“yeah, whatever. happy birthday, love.”

[stoneybun]

Home Videos w/ Schlatt

had some... thoughts about this post i made and wanted to expand on it as a treat ( Schlatt x fem reader, NSFW and fluff ) MDNI

Fluff!! >> Records whenever you two go on vacation. He's captured you looking out at the horizon while seeing some mountains in Japan, the two of you touring somewhere you were really excited about, down to simple footage of you two waking up and being all lovey in bed together or watching the sunrise. >> Has some clips with him talking about surprises he has for you during the trip, pretty much like a vlog but it'd never see the light of day. This was for him to look back on one day, maybe showing a couple friends if he felt like it. >> Does really goofy shit with it "Hey, angel, y'from around here?" he boasts as he turns the camera to you. "We've been together four years, Johnny." >> Also some clips of the two of you shitfaced either walking around together or in your hotel room. That's comedy gold to him, the way you joke back and forth, doing dumb bits with each other. Definitely steals some jokes from these times to say in videos/streams.

--- NSFW BELOW !!

>> He'd definitely like, pick up the camera for a little while only to put it back down again to relish in how you feel without having to hold the fucking camera up. Nearly drops it on you a few times just from how lost he gets in how good you feel for him. >> Same note though, sometimes he'll just set it on the nightstand or something to capture every moment whether it's loving sex or more primal... >> Flips the display part around when you're giving him head sometimes just to make you see how pathetic and beautiful you look while sucking his cock. "Eyes up here, baby," he taunts with a smug ass grin on his face, you looking up at him through your lashes and seeing your reflection. Your lips around his cock, spit coating his length and your mouth as you were slowly bobbing your head up and down his length. He wants a show? He'll fuckin get one. >> Loses his damn mind as you look straight at him while moving your head up enough to just tease the pretty red tip of his, pressing messy kisses and licks to it before just stuffing him down your throat as far as you can. "Fuuck yeah that's my girl," he groans, you being able to feel him throb in your throat. >> He couldn't wait to watch this back one day while you're at work or out doing something, just like he does with all his tapes... he has his own personal porn collection, why wouldn't he use it? >> Definitely calls you his favorite pornstar, thinking it's fucking hilarious but also arousing at the same time since you only were for him. He loves what that camera brings out of you when it was just him who would be watching back the footage. >> He'd have you hold the camera while he'd fuck you, not even caring what you'd do with it. Record your beautiful face as it twisted in pleasure from him fucking you, the view of him between your thighs as he eats you out, even having caught you recording him above you practically whimpering how good you felt, his face flushed red from the alcohol coursing in his system. >> Definitely has caught some giggly moments during sex, usually when the two of you fucked while high when you weren't completely absorbed in one another.

[ekingston]

also on ao3.

“Would you stop fondling my boobs?” Lena hisses, watching as a man nearly wanders into traffic staring at what looks like Lena Luthor, elbow-deep in her own cleavage. He swerves, promptly face-planting into a lamp post when he sees Supergirl herself slap Lena’s hand away. “We’re in public,” Lena reminds her.

“Ouch,” Kara yelps. “Gentle!”

“Sorry,” Lena says. But she only feels a little bad, because at least Kara is now cradling her arm instead of getting Lena arrested for indecent exposure.

Kara is still squirming when Lena checks them in, the receptionist beaming at her in a way Lena has never been beamed at before. Dr. Sattler’s ready for them. Kara gives Lena a last, panicked look, and then she takes the therapist’s offered hand and introduces herself.

“Lena Luthor,” Kara tells Dr. Sattler with a lopsided grin. “Good to meet you.”

“And Supergirl,” Dr. Sattler says, turning to Lena, her gaze briefly flitting down at the S on Lena’s chest. “How wonderful you managed to finally come in.”

Kara flops down onto the couch with a grateful sigh, the skirt of her dress gapping immodestly as she kicks off Lena’s heels. Lena nudges her legs to close them, annoyed. The injustice of Kara getting to act as if she wants to be here. As if she hasn’t been avoiding this visit for months.

(Do we really need to do this? Kara had asked Lena just this morning. Kara’s gaze had been a cross-eyed, sparkling green as Lena applied her eyeliner with a trembling, freckled hand.

Lena had growled in response, knowing even the barest bit of unintentional pressure could blind her for life. We’re not going to cancel just because we’re wearing each other’s bodies, Kara. Hold still.

I bet you’d look good with an eyepatch, Kara had breathed, after which Lena had given up on the endeavor altogether.)

“Your work must keep you busy,” the therapist says magnanimously.

Lena huffs out a laugh. “You can say that again.” And when the Dr. looks at her, curious, “Being a superhero and all that. Always off saving the world!”

“That goes for both of us,” Kara points out. “You—I—don’t even make it to bed, most nights.” And then, softer, “Even when you tell me you’ll wait up.”

“I wish I wouldn’t.” Lena turns to the therapist and explains, “I eat when I’m bored. She comes home to a bed full of crumbs. Who wants to have sex when the sheets are littered with bits of Captain Crunch?”

Dr. Sattler opens her mouth to answer, but Kara doesn’t give her the chance. “Maybe I could make an effort not to be such a neat freak,” she pouts.

Lena’s eyes flash. “Maybe I could make an effort to wash my hands after I use the bathroom,” she snaps back.

Kara sits up. “You do!” she shouts. “You’re just quick about it!”

Lena sighs. “The laws of nature don’t work that way, darling.”

Kara makes a face Lena vows never to make again if she ever gets her body back. “I leave my hair in the shower.”

Lena snorts. “I wash it down the drain. That’s worse.”

“But you fix it!” Kara looks at her with Lena's own wide, pleading eyes. “That’s how—how you show love. By fixing things.”

“Wrong,” Lena flings back. “I break them, so I can feel needed.”

Kara blinks at her, looking hurt.

“That’s.” Dr. Sattler pauses for a moment. “Some very impressive self-reflection,” she decides.

Lena smiles at her, glad they’re getting somewhere.

Kara looks from the therapist to Lena, her blood red lips—easier than eyeliner—pinching together with uncanny chagrin. “I faked my own kidnapping to get out of her family’s Thanksgiving,” she accuses darkly.

Lena sniffs. “I have a codependent relationship with my sister.”

Kara gasps. Dr. Sattler’s eyes widen. Lena arches an eyebrow with considerable effort.

“Oh yeah?” Kara sputters. “Well,” she flails, her nostrils flaring. “You—" she takes a deep breath. "I have mommy issues.”

Oh, fuck no. That's too far. “You do not,” Lena squawks.

"No?" Kara cocks her jaw in a way that makes Lena feel, for the first time, a little sorry for the men she’s similarly stared down. “Let’s find out,” Kara says with the smallest of smirks, and then she retrieves, horribly, from Lena’s purse, Lena’s phone.

“You wouldn’t,” Lena whispers, her heart stopping.

Kara jumps up with surprising agility, dancing out of Lena’s reach. “This’ll just take a second,” she promises Dr. Sattler. “Hello? Mother?”

Lena scrambles over to the other end of the couch, practically throwing herself across the room in an effort to get to Kara.

“No reason,” Kara croons into the phone, grinning as she maneuvers herself away from Lena’s grasp. An elaborately painted and unfortunately placed vase isn’t so lucky. “Just calling to say hey,” Kara says. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Lena really should have taken Kara up on her offer to help Lena master her power of flight. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she yells.

“It is!” Kara sing-songs. “Still going strong, yup. Which is why I called! We were wondering—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lena hisses, clawing for Kara’s shoulder and exploding a couch cushion instead.

“—how would you feel about coming to our wedding?”

Lena freezes, flecks of stuffing falling around them like snow.

“Excellent!” Kara chirps. “We'll see you there.”

Dr. Sattler clears her throat. “I don’t think you two have anything to worry about,” she says. “Your communication style is—unique, but obviously effective.”

Kara beams at her as they're leaving, wearing a deeply pleased expression Lena didn’t even think her face was capable of making. “You really should start wearing more comfortable bras,” she says, rolling her shoulders. “Also maybe take up yoga.”

Lena hums. “You’ve never had any complaints before.”

Kara stops and stares at her, aghast. "Is that what I look like when I'm coming on to you?"

Lena grins at her. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"

Kara giggles.

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This was written for the multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge, using the prompts ‘established relationship’, ‘at a therapist’s office’, ‘body swap’ and ‘an eyepatch’. You should give it a whirl!

[pixelchills]

Can you tell us some fun facts about dolldrops?

Oh, gladly! I can include some in-universe facts and facts about the real-life dolls!

In-universe (fictional):

Dolldrops have been in their doll bodies for over 10 years now (7 years with Mrs Flora, 3+ years with Chill).

Sunny is left-handed and has a squeaker in his right hand. Moony is right-handed and has a squeaker in his left.

The dolldrops are ageless. They act like responsible adults in some areas of their lives and like kids/babies in others.

They pretend to get married at least once a month.

Sunny is a frequent giggler and loves anything that has him included (except check-ups).

Moony has a very ticklish spot on his back where the hook used to be in their old body.

The Dolldrops were eventually legally adopted by Chill and changed their names to Sunspot and Moonbean.

Moony gets rid of any bugs that come inside the house. He chews them up and then spits them to the bin.

Sunny runs everywhere. He only walks when he's feeling down (or holding hands with Moon).

Moony sometimes sucks his thumb.

Sunny is much clumsier than Moony for some reason.

They're both cuddlebugs.

They both love watching Bluey.

Sunny has tiny solar panels inside his rays that make him the more energetic of the two.

Moony sometimes chews cables.

Sunny does most of the chores in the house.

Moony has lazy cat energy, Sunny is more like a small, excited dog.

The real life dolls:

They're sturdy enough to stand on their own.

They're constantly gaining more clothes because I am hopeless when it comes to baby clothes lol.

The dolls have their own drawers for clothing and 'their toys'.

Moony is gonna be a lot quicker and easier to do than Sunny. Sunny's rays took most of the time because they had to be hand sewn.

They've grown a little bit from their original size. The original dolls were 50cm tall but currently Sunny stands at 64cm (with rays).

Sunny weights approx. 1 kg.

My husband and I often pretend that Sunny is our super annoying toddler son (and we blame him for all the stuff that goes missing/gets broken).

Everytime hubby and I leave the house we say: "Dolldrops, you're in charge! Take care of the house while we're gone."

I wish to give the dolls voiceboxes/speakers somewhere in the future.

Hubby wants to make them a small ballpit.

The irl dolls are also traumatised by a vacuum cleaner: my best friends was helping me with Sun's rays and then started to hoover around to clean the dust. She bumped the table where Sun's rays were waiting and one of them fell straight in front of the hoover, which sucked it in XD We joke about Sunny being afraid of her now lol.

Everyone in my family loves them; my mum says they're her "grand-dolls"; my nieces want to always see pictures of the dolls when I see them; my sister compares Dolldrop Sunny to our grandfather's "muse", which was a monkey plush (grandpa was also an artist).

Thanks for the question, it was fun to come up with these! 🥰

[artistically-hershie]

So I see my drawing for the RusAme AUs got alot more love than I expected and I saw a few tags and a few friends asking what AU's are shown, and what is their plot.

I will say this, these are my AU's or an AU that I helped create. A lot of them are inspired by games or music, truthfully.

1. Monster Hunter

A big AU i am working in with @gremlins-hotel . We do plan to make a blog and reveal more of the AU eventually but with the new game coming out, we want to polish the plot a bit more before we post anything

Ivan being a Hunter from the New World and Alfred being a Rider, and his monstie Alti [a Tobi-Kadachi] being from a secluded tribe in the Old World.

2. Horizon x Hetalia

An AU based on the Horizon [ZeroDawn and ForbiddenWest] game series.

A post apocalyptic US setting where these guys made a clones of themselves along with their history to try and help aid the future generations.

But of course, time erodes everything. Even history and memories.

Alfred having his process to remember his history haunted due to a malfunction leaving him with broken memories and being in the hands of a very territorial tribe. He was raised a warrior struggling to remember this real name, all while Ivan is helping Matthew on the search to find Alfred .

3. Ersatz

One of my older but more proud AU's. A sci-fi, horror setting in the...strangely not so distant future with alot of drama between national embodiments and their yearn to be immortal through...experimental methods. Even if that means using an Alien for their own bodily needs.

Majorly inspired by the game Prey [2017]

4. Final Fantasy 14 x Hetalia

Astrologian Ivan and Red Mage Alfred, two Au Ruí from different tribes, grown in different ways, even told to hate one another. Yet they are somehow bound together...through time and soul.

5. XenoChronicles [name may change] *

Based on the multiple Mech Animes I've watched , (mainly) Xenoblade X and the few sci fi shows i grew up loving; these two are lost in space.

Alfred being a mechanic added onto the ship last minute, he is shown very little respect for being a cyborg. But Ivan being commander of a mech squadron who sees potential in the young man, even if he isn't completely human.

6. A Forgotten Story *

One of Two High Fantasy AUs where Alfred is the hier of a Dragon Goddess and has no clue of his heritage and Ivan being a Arch Mage of the Arcane. Some call the Mage a god but he is just highly skilled.

7. Godly Vessels *

Second of the two High Fantasy AUs where a cult tries to overthrow a kingdom by summoning a god using a peasants body for sacrifice. But instead the god shares the body with them (Alfred). Ivan being a unwanted Royal Guard from a neighboring kingdom (that was destroyed by these vessels) is to protect this entity.

Eventually his service will be a blessing.

8. Voodoo down Bourbon *

This isn't a official AU compared to the others rather a fun joke AU i couldn't help but include. Espically since Mardi Gras is just around the corner and I am from Louisiana.

Ivan based on drunken tourist gets a bit too cocky with a stranger, and Alfred being of course a voodoo artist takes advantage of the tourist.

Truthfully it was fun to throw my own speech and slang to Alfred, so to have him say cher is so fun.

Besides based on some local folk lore I'm sure he reminds you of a certain villain.

The ones with the stars after the name are ones that I posted maybe once or never posted because I was too embarrassed to share these ideas. I make quite a few AUs but sometimes it's just for comfort reasons or something just sparked a sudden idea and then actually thinking on the subject, it is scrapped.

Or even just for a quick doodle and the idea is gone

So to see you guys actually are interested makes me quite happy, espically since I've been very stressed.

If any peak your interest or you'd like to see more of these let me know!

[wlwsoccerfics]

It has been a while(LucyBronzeXKeiraWalshxTeenReader)

AN:they are obviously not together in this but still raise their daughter together. Good co-parenting is Key. This Is basically another Part of my Fic 'Unexpected'.

Warning: diabetic seizure

Summary: you have a seizure caused by your diabtes cause your blood sugar is to low.

You really had no idea what had just happened for things to go south. Your vision was blurry and you felt tired but you decided to ignore it. Mattea (your girlfriend) realized you are acting different. So she tried to talk to you but you didn't even reply anymore. You just stared at her blankly. Sitting on the Couch in the Hotel Lobby next to her. She snapped her fingers together in front of your face, hoping you would react but it was like you were looking through her. Which you in fact were.

Lucy & Keira walked over with Leah & Beth. Lucy noticing right away what was happening so she sped up her walk a bit, kneeling down in front of you. Checking your blood sugar. Grabbing your emergency kit with your medication, to bring your blood sugar back to normal.

"what's going on?" Mattea asked.

"she had an absent seizure! Due to her blood sugar being all messed up." Keira explained. Kneeling down in front of you as well. Gently stroking your hand. Lucy sat down besides you to pull your back against her chest so you could lean against her.

Leah and Beth watching the whole thing with concern written across their faces. Mattea not leaving your side. Worried as well now. Thankfully you managed to snap out of the absent seizure. Looking around in confusion. Seeing everyone staring at you with faces full on concern. Noticing your Mom sitting behind you. And your Mama kneeling down in front of you.

"He..." You mumbled softly, still very much out of it. Wanting to say 'hey' but you couldn't get it out just yet. Your Mama gave you a gentle smile. Still full of concern.

"hey Sweetheart. you really scared us there!" She told you. For a few minutes it was quiet. Everyone gave you some time to recover a bit.

"what happened?" You asked them.

"you had an absent seizure! Your blood sugar was all messed up!" Your mom explained. "Almost gave me a Heart Attack!" She answered. Which wasn't a lie. She may have appeared to be calm but she wasn't. No ,whenever something was wrong with you she was worried. Of course she was. She was your mom after all.

"oh, i am sorry guys! I have no Idea why my blood sugar was acting up." You admitted. "But it can just come out of nowhere!" You added.

"it can indeed. for the rest of the day you will be with one of us! Either Mama or me will be with you!" Lucy stated. You couldn't even argue about this cause honestly you felt much safer that way as well.

Mattea kissed your cheek gently.

"glad you are better now!" She stated. You gave her a weak smile.

"yeah me too!" You answered.

"maybe take it easy today?" Leah spoke up.

"yes captain i promise i will keep it easy!" You told her.

"we will all make sure you keep that promise!" Beth said and offered you a small smile.

"okay little love, let's stand up." Your Mom answered gently . Wrapping her arms around your waist and standing up with you carefully. Making sure you were steady enough cause often your legs would be wobbly after having struggles with your blood sugar. Keira was standing in front of you. Just in case you would slip. You were a bit embarrassed about the fuss that was being made but it was also nice to know how many people cared about you.

You walked very slow, Mattea having an arm wrapped around around your waist as you Guys all walked to the Meeting room. Only ones there right now were Lessi, Tooney and Mary. The Goalkeeper was telling them a funny Story but they stopped when they saw you.

"kiddo, you alright? You look quite pale!" Mary stated. You were sniffling softly.

"could be better!" You admitted. Your Mama explained what had happened.

"damn that sucks, y/n! Sounds really scary!" Tooney told you.

"i don't know! I don't realize what's happening!" You admitted.

"shouldn't you be resting now?" Lessi asked.

"she is taking it easy! No wandering off without either her Mama or me!" Lucy let them know. You went to sit down but the standing in one place for a little too long somehow made you feel dizzy again. So Mattea and Keira were quick to grab you on each side.

"woah, careful Sweetheart!" Your Mama said and helped you sit down.

"after this team meeting you are off to bed, y/n!" Your Mom told you. Looking over at Leah.

"i will talk to Sarina so one of you can stay with her." Leah answered.

"thank you!" Your Mom said. The room slowly filled with the rest of the Team and Sarina held a little speech before talking about what she was planning on doing this Camp before leaving to a Game in two days.

Sarina was totally time with one of your moms staying with you while the rest of the Team was doing drills. You slept for most of the day while your Mama kept an eye on you. After Practice your Mom came to check on both you and your Mama. You loved that they managed to co-parent so well and Show that it's possible to raise a Kid even when you are not together anymore & have other Partners now. Even thinking about having Kids with the new Partners.

At night you went to Team Dinner with the rest. People asked how you were feeling right away.

"i am alot better! Thanks for asking!" You told them. You had some vegan Curry for Dinner, talking to some of your teammates. Facetiming Ona too cause she wanted to know how you were. You Loved Ona. She made your Mom really Happy and she was very sweet to you. Amazing Bonus Mom alert right there. And she was friends with your Mama. Couldn't have gone better for you.

You fell asleep quite fast that night. Your Mama was staying awake mostly though to keep an eye on you. The next morning you were able to join practice again and you did very well. Ready to kick some butt on the field the next game.

[stvrnloghost]

‘scramble brain.’

Where adhd reader just needs to calm down.

Warnings-adhd, anxiety, stress, anger issues, fluff, pet names, use of Y/N, talking about queefing, mentions of sex, thats about it! :)

“I love you so much my scramble brain.”

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all your life anytime you told some one you had adhd they immediately just assumed you were loud, obnoxious, and just too much. Sure you can be that at times but it’s not just that. You feel so much—too much. You don’t have just adhd, theres so much more behind that so called ‘scramble brain’ persona.

You have it rough, you’ve always struggled with so much but your to awkward to tell someone. So you always write away your problems.

Your boyfriend, oh your sweet understanding boyfriend understand so much. He knows you’re more than just that ‘annoying’ girl. Sure you stress him out at times but he knows you can’t help it. So when he saw you pull out your journal tonight he immediately knew to not bother you, tease you, or let anyone interrupt your vulnerable moment.

theres so much you have to say, it’s frustrating. Your pen was moving so fastly across the paper you could barely even understand your own writing.

Yeah it was that kind of night.

Matt’s gaze flicked up from his phone, concern flooding him as he watched your bottom lip tremble and your hands shake as you held the pen with a death grip. “Babe?” He whispered, but you didn’t look up at him.

“Y/N.” He said more firmly as he let his hand grip onto your wrist, halting your writing. You finally looked up at him with glossy eyes and a tense look on your features. “Matt stop bothering me!” You snap out—sounding like a literal child whining.

“Okay calm the hell down y/n.” He said back in the same tone. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you heard him snap. Not helping one bit especially with your mind set at the moment. “Hey hey hey m’ sorry shit baby fuck I didn’t mean to yell at you.” He moved the notebook off your lap and placed it on the coffee table.

“Shhh, I know baby.” He said quietly as he tugged you to his lap. You obliged settled as you buried your face into his shoulder, your body shaking against his frame. “I know I know, y’ just stressed hm?” He says softly.

His words slightly eased you as you nodded. “Someone called me annoying today.” You choked out. “And—and some people were giving me judgy looks because I couldn’t sit still and it made me upset, and mad, and I didn’t like it:” you manage to get out.

His hand moved to the back of your head scratching your scalp as he listened intently. “I know sweetheart, people just don’t understand hm?” He murmurs out letting his lips graze your ear. “Y’ got a lot going on in that pretty head, it must be hard baby.”

You nodded slowly your cheek smushed against his shoulder as I play with his hoodie strings. “I didn’t mean to get mad at you, I just couldn’t help it I’m sorry.” You whispered out, your breath fanning agaisnt his neck.

“Hey hey no apologies missy.” He says trying to sound stern—making a smile curl onto your lips. “Theres that pretty smile.” He says softly, his own lips curling into a grin as he moved his hand down your back.

“Do I look like a chipmunk?” You mumbled out, pressing your cheek more into his shoulder, your other hand coming up and smushing your other cheek. You let out a little giggle and pucker your lips.

“The cutest and silliest chipmunk.” He exclaimed, his hand coming to move yours before cupping your cheeks and smushing them together.

“Oooh look at those pretty lips!” He says softly as he pecks them, making you giggle as you tug his hands away from your face. “Okay okayyyyyy!” You say dramatically as you roll your eyes.

“Okay sassy pants.” He says in the sassiest, most girly tone ever—making your giggles become louder. His presence just made you forget all your problems. He grounded you.

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for a little while the two of you just sat there in a comfortable silence. He was watching some random cat videos on his phone, you were just playing with his hoodie strings and zoning out.

You let out a little giggle at your own thought before looking at his face. “Mattttttttuhhhhh.” You exclaimed dramatically, a grin tugging on your lips.

His eyes flickered up fron his phone, an amused smile forming on his lips. “y/nnnnnuhhhh.” He teases as his hand moves to your hair running a hand through the strands.

“Okay so I have a question.” You start quickly cutting him off as he opens his mouth to speak. “Whenever we’re having sex—y/n why is it always sexual with you?” He cut you off tilting his head. His tone more amused than anything.

You quickly shush him and clamp a hand over his mouth. “So, when we’re having sex do I queef a lot?” You mumble out, Watching his eyes widen at your amusing yet blunt question.

He gently grasped your wrist and pulled it away from his mouth. “What type of question?—answer Matthew.” You quikcly cut off a little giggle falling from your lips.

“Honey.” He starts, but lets out a little sigh and nods. “Yes baby you queef.” He grins and moves his hands to your hips. “Not a lot just when in realllyyyy going at it.”

You roll your eyes and let your hands rest on his shoulders. “Okay but like is it funny?” You mumble out tilting your head.

“Sometimes, half the time I’m to focused on fucking you to care.” He paused and let out a loud laugh his fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

“That one time you fucking ripped ass though, oh gosh I noticed that.” You swatted his chest and moved off his lap rolling your eyes.

“Whatever!!!” You say as you stand up flipping him off. “Yknow I was gonna say I was in the mood but I guess not.” You say with a dramatic sigh.

He immediately grinned and tilted his head watching you. “Yeah? Well I really want you to be in the mood.” He murmured out.

You sauntered out of the living room and looked back at him. “Well then come make me queef bitch!” You exclaimed with a giggle.

“Y/n I swear to god I’m gonna murder you one of these days!” He said with a chuckle as he grabbed your wrist catching up and tugging you into his room.

He pressed a few pecks to your lips before looking down at your face. “I love you so much my scramble brain.” He said softly. “Now get on that bed I’ll make ya queef.” You giggled and with that you jumped right into the center of his bed.

And you knew even more than already in this moment. This is where you wanted to be. You were welcomed, and wanted completely safe even with your weirdness, anger issues, or child like behavior. You were loved.

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A/N: not my best but i really love adhd!reader and Matt! If you want more about them just go into my inbox and I’ll tell you abt them and my other aus! Thank you for reading my little ghosties!!

more adhd!reader and Matt here.

Navigation aswell (my other works!)

Taglist: @sturnsrecord @chrepsi @drewswife @crtlness @matts-sidepiece @tezzzzzzzz @sturnl0ve @sturnschris @vanteguccir @shadowthesim237 (sorry if I’m missing anyone!!)

[joanquill]

"Wanna try that thing they do in movies?"

With William's suggestion to recreate your favorite romance novel, you're now unsure how to look him in the eye. Continuation of this one.

William James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry for the inactivity 😭 William's a little more on the teasing side here Tag/s: Established Relationship

"Shall we try some of the scenes in your book? The ones you seem to favor the most." William suggested with an enigmatic smile on his face.

You clenched your teeth as you breathed in, unaware you were holding it this whole time.

"Well...?" William goaded, tilting his head as you looked away, unsure how to react or answer.

"I, uh... I need to go!" you quickly snuck out of the way and grabbed your book, rushing out of his office.

"(Y/N), don't run inside!" Louis shouted, but you kept running, almost tripping down the stairs.

'That jerk...!' you shouted in your head, your cheeks burning hot despite the cold air hitting your face as you ran out of the manor.

You gasped for air as you slowed down, finding yourself in the gardens as you collapsed on the ground.

You looked around as you caught your breath, your body loosening up now that you saw William was nowhere to be seen.

"Seriously... He's taking his jokes way too far..." you muttered, fanning yourself with your book.

"Who is?" a voice chimed, making you shout as you turned to whack the voice with your book.

"Watch it!" another voice warned as a hand grabbed you by the arm.

You saw that it was Sebastian with Bonde behind him, both wearing a confused expression.

"O-Oh, sorry... Welcome back...!" you awkwardly greeted as Sebastian let you go with a huff.

"Right... We're back. What's gotten into you?" he asked, eyeing the book as you hid it behind your back.

"Nothing! Just... a little tired is all," you dryly chuckled, avoiding their eyes as Bonde stepped closer, inspecting your face.

"Were you and Will flirting again?"

"We're not-!" you held your tongue as you took a breath, giving him a slight glare.

"We were not flirting. He just likes to pick on me, for some reason..." you clarified, but the two men were unconvinced.

"He's been like this since back in the orphanage, okay!?" you added with your voice raising a pitch, making Bonde chuckle and Sebastian smirk.

"Aww... Did he pull on your hair too?" Sebastian joked, poking your cheek as you gave him an unamused look.

"(Y/N)! There you were..." Fred sighed as he walked up to you, "William is looking for you. It seemed urgent..."

Your body tensed up as Sebastian and Bonde gave you a knowing look.

You tried to scowl at the two, but your reddening face betrayed you.

"Right... I'll be right there,"

"William, I beg you. Spare me what little dignity I have left," you pleaded, your hands completely covering your face as William had his hand against the wall, trapping you.

"What's wrong? You seem to favor this from the book you read," he asked, feigning innocence.

You parted your fingers as you looked up at him with a glare, seeing a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Nonetheless," he added, placing your chin between his fingers, making you look up at him as he leaned in closer, "You do enjoy these types of intimacy, correct?"

You quickly held your breath as you crouched down, using every bit of strength you had not to scream as you crawled away.

William, on the other hand, was laughing as he followed you.

"If I knew this would happen, I would have locked away that damn book in the first place..." you muttered, emotionally exhausted.

William chuckled as he knelt down, meeting your eyes as he kept his smile.

"My apologies. But I find it endearing how much you react to mere touches and affirmations," he justified, making you scoff as you stood up, dusting yourself.

"Yeah, right. You're not sorry at all," you rolled your eyes playfully as he smirked.

"You know me so well, my love."

[ichigo-plasma]

Cat Cafes, Collars, and Cream

Milgram ❤︎ Haruka Sakurai x Reader

Synopsis: You take your boyfriend Sakurai Haruka to a cat cafe for a date but didn’t think he’d get this jealous of the attention you give to the cats… he wishes you’d treat him like that… maybe he’ll need to show you that’s how he wants to be treated…

On The Menu: delicious smut, leash pulling on people ;), collars, ambiguous consent, Haruka being really cute and needy, yandere Haruka(but he’s literally jealous of cats getting your attention), also i believe Haruka lies about it his age because he doesn’t want to admit he’s way older so he is an adult here!

Guide: smut starts only after the pink hearts ❤︎ ❤︎ to skip smut you can stop reading there!~

A/N: also this takes place in an AU where Milgram didn’t happen/happen yet/already ended. But there are mentions of some of Haruka’s crimes!~

Taking Haruka to a cat café seemed like a sweet idea at first. Your adorable boyfriend and adorable cats in the same room? What could be cuter? Watching him interact with the fluffy little creatures sounded like the perfect way to spend a date!

But the second you stepped inside, Haruka tensed, his grip tightening on your sleeve.

“Y-Y/N…” Haruka whined softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darted around anxiously, scanning the room like he was looking for threats. Enemies. That’s what they were. His competition.

And then, his worst fear came true.

The moment you saw a round, fluffy cat lounging by the window, your eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh, Haru-kun, look at this one! It’s so cute!”

You crouched down to pet it, completely entranced.

Haruka’s stomach twisted. His hands curled into fists at his sides. That should be him. You were supposed to be running your fingers through his hair, calling him cute, cooing over him. Not some filthy animal!

His breath hitched as his mind wandered, his thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory. You should be patting his head, cuddling him, whispering sweet things to him—not wasting your affection on some stupid cat. If only he just… if he maybe just—

No. No, he had to be good. Had to be patient. You loved him. You just needed a reminder.

“Awwww who’s a good boy!” You said to the cute cat taking all of your pets.

Good boy Haruka thought… that is what you call him…

“C-Can’t we—c-can’t we just go home?” His voice came out shaky, desperate. “Y/N, p-please?”

You glanced up at him, oblivious to the storm raging inside his mind. “Just a little longer, okay? Here, this one is super fluffy come pet it!~”

You reached out, grabbing his trembling hand and guiding it toward the cat’s soft fur. His breath hitched at the contact—not with the cat, with you. Your touch sent warmth spreading through him, and for a moment, he could almost forget the suffocating jealousy clawing at his chest like cat scratches.

His fingers barely brushed against the cat before he pulled back, his lip trembling. “It’s… i-it’s soft…” he admitted in a mumble.

You giggled. “See? Not so bad, right?”

His stomach twisted again. He didn’t want to see you smile at them. He wanted you to smile at him. Only him.

The second you got home after the cat cafe date and stepped through the front door, Haruka was on you.

You barely had time to take off your shoes before he pressed you against the wall, his arms locking around your waist, a knee between your legs, his entire body trembling against yours. His head buried itself in your chest, his breath hot and shaky against your skin. His fingers laced through yours, pinning them above your head so you couldn’t move.

“W-Why d-do you— why d-do you do this to me, Y/N?” His voice was muffled against you, his grip tightening. “I-It’s not fair… You’re s-supposed to be m-mine… mine…!”

You sighed, in disbelief your boyfriend really got jealous of some fluffy cats you knew he was a bit childish and were used to his tantrums… but this one was different... “Haru—”

“No— N-No, d-don’t t-talk back—!” His voice cracked, desperate. “Y-You spent all d-day p-petting th-those— those things! A-And I was just— I was just s-sitting there—suffering at the cafe table!”

His breath hitched as he buried his face deeper into your chest as tears form in his eyes, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Y-You’re s-so cruel… y-you’re so cruel… b-but it’s okay… i-it’s okay…” His voice grew softer, a smirk forming on his lips brushing against your neck. “B-Because I know y-you love Haruka the most… right?”

You felt his hands tremble as they trailed down your arms, his lips pressing soft, shaky kisses along your neck. “S-Say it… Say you l-love me… s-say you b-belong to me…”

Your heart pounded nervous if you didn’t comply… he might go back to those cats at the cafe and do something extreme... “I love you, Haru,” you whispered. “More than anything.”

He shuddered.

“I-I love you too, Y/N” His voice cracked, his eyes glistening with tears. “I-I love you s-so much, i-it hurts… I-I w-want— I w-want to give you m-more love— s-so much more—”

His large, shaky hands grabbed yours as he pressed himself closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“…L-Let’s go to bed, Y/N. L-Let Haruka s-show you how much he l-loves you.”

His smile was soft, sweet, and yet… something about it was utterly terrifying. You felt like you had no choice but to comply to your boyfriend… out of fear he might do what he did to the previous small animals he admitted he did things to when you first started dating… afraid he might see you as a small animal to dispose of next…

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Once you two made it to your shared bedroom, Haruka shoved you on the bed, as you fell on it Haruka’s plush rabbit slouched to the side… as if embarrassed to watch.

Haruka's shaking hands reached up to grasp a collar that lay on the bedside table, a red leather band with a heart-shaped charm dangling from it reading “If Lost, Return To Y/N”. You initially got it as a gag gift to tease him for how possessive he was with you… but he was way more into the idea of wearing it than you expected… His face was red and bashful as he held it out towards you.

"P-Put it on me, Y/N... please, put the collar on Haruka..." he whimpered, his voice trembling with need and desperation. "I want to b-be your good boy, your obedient pet... I want to show you how much I love you, h-how much I need you to care for me..."

You were hesitant at first but afraid he might do something extreme if you didn’t comply… So you took the collar from his outstretched hand, Haruka turned his back to you, presenting the nape of his slender neck. He shivered as he felt the cool leather brush against his flesh, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

With trembling fingers from fear, you fastened the collar around his neck, the click of the buckle seeming to echo loudly in the atmosphere of the bedroom. Haruka let out a shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of being claimed, of being yours, having all of your attention on himself… instead of those fluffy creatures from earlier.

Once the collar was secure he turned around and he took a step closer to you, backing you up against your shared bed until your legs hit the mattress.

His hands reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, revealing his slender torso, the pale skin marred by the bandages and scars of his troubled past. A blush stained his cheeks as he stood before you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. Only pants and wearing his necklace he always wore around his neck.

He then pulled down your bottoms, throwing the outer garment off to the side and placing your panties on the nearby bedside table… to take care of later…

Then, Haruka's fingers then went to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them with shaking hands. He shimmied out of his pants and underwear in one go, kicking them off to the side. Now completely bare, he stood before you, his slim, pale body on full display. His most intimate parts were exposed - his dick, already hard and throbbing with desperate need, jutted out in front of you. It was a testament to his overwhelming desire for you and your attention.

He pushed you down onto the bed, crawling over you with a hunger in his eyes. His hands roamed your body, touching you everywhere, claiming every inch of your skin as his own. He couldn't keep his hands off you, his touch almost frantic in its intensity.

Haruka settled himself between your legs, his hips pressing against yours. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, drawing him in like a magnet. With a low, needy whimper, he reached down and guided his hard, aching cock to your entrance. He rubbed the tip teasingly along your slit, coating himself in your slick arousal.

"Y/N... I n-need to be inside you... I need to f-feel you around me, squeezing me, drenching me in your love..." he panted, his voice strained with desire.

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he pushed forward, the head of his cock popping inside your tight, wet heat. He let out a strangled moan at the sensation, his eyes rolling back slightly. And slowly, inch by inch, he pushed more of himself inside you, stretching you around his thick, throbbing length.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he paused, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He looked down at you, his gaze intense and possessive, obsessive in its love. "Y-You feel... you feel so good, Y/N... so perfect, like you were m-made just for me...”

He began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt. He set a relentless, almost punishing pace, driven by his all-consuming need to remind you he needed your attention most, more than anyone or anything else ever could…

Haruka leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, desperate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. All the while, he never stopped moving his hips, driving into you with force.

As you began to tighten and clench around Haruka's throbbing cock, he let out a guttural moan, his eyes squeezing shut from the exquisite sensation. He could feel your velvet walls fluttering around his sensitive flesh, gripping him like a vice.

"Ah! Y/N, are you... are you close? Are you going to come for me?" Haruka gasped out, his voice strained with exertion and emotion. When you nodded, he slowed his frantic thrusts to a stop, leaving just the tip of his erection nestled inside you.

Haruka reached for a leash you hadn’t noticed on the bedside table. He held it out to you, his eyes filled with a desperate, pleading look.

"P-Please Y/N... attach the leash to my collar..." he begged, his lower lip trembling. "I want to feel you holding me, guiding me, keeping me by your side... I want to be your loyal pet, your good boy who always stays close to you..."

He rolled his hips slightly, grinding his pelvis against yours, his half-hard cock twitching inside your heat. "I need you to pull it, Y/N... pull the leash and show me that you need me too... that I'm yours and I have to obey your every command..."

His other hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. His touch was soft, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness, of desperation. "Please... please show me that I'm important to you... that I'm the only one you want to be with... forever and ever..."

Haruka's voice broke on the last word, tears welling up in his eyes. He needed this, needed you to reaffirm your claim on him, to prove that he belonged to you completely.

Your cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red as you reached out to take the leash from Haruka's shaking hand.

With a shy, nervous smile, you attached the leach to his collar and gave it a gentle tug, just as Haruka had asked. The moment the leather tightened around his neck, a shockwave of ecstasy ripped through his slender body. He let out a choked, desperate moan, his eyes rolling back and his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Ahhh! Y/N! Yes, yes... I'm your loyal pet, your good boy..." Haruka blurted out, his words slurring together as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensation of finally feeling owned, claimed, loved.

Spurred on by the tug of the leash, Haruka began to move again, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He thrust into you with a frenzied, almost animalistic desperation, the bed creaking beneath the force of his thrusts. The room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by Haruka's high, breathy moans and whimpers.

As his thrusts grew faster and harder, Haruka's hand found yours on the leash, clasping it tightly. "W-When you come... pull my collar, Y/N... pull it hard and I'll come with you, I promise..." he gasped out, his voice strained and desperate. "I want to f-feel you come first... I want to make you feel good... I want us to come together...!"

He was panting now, sweat dripping down his neck, his hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes were glazed over, staring at you with a fevered intensity as he chased your shared release. He needed it, craved it, like he needed air to breathe. He needed all of your attention.

As you felt your climax approaching, you tightened your grip on the leash and pulled it sharply, just as Haruka had begged you to. The leather dug into the soft skin of his neck as you came undone, your inner walls clenching and fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock.

"H-Haruka! I... I'm coming!" you cried out, your voice echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The sensation of your release triggered his own, and with a final, erratic thrust, Haruka buried himself as deep inside you as possible.

"Y/N! I'm coming too! I'm coming with you!" he shouted, his voice cracking. His hot, thick seed spilled into you, painting your insides with his release. He shuddered and jerked above you, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over his body.

In the aftermath of your shared climax, Haruka collapsed against your breasts, his chest heaving and slick with sweat. He nuzzled into your soft mounds, seeking comfort and affection like a needy kitten. His hands roamed over your curves, still desperate to touch and caress every inch of you.

"W-Was I good, Y/N? Was I a good boy for you?" Haruka asked, his voice small and hopeful. He gazed up at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, craving your validation and approval. "Tell me... tell me you like me more than those stupid, annoying fluffy cats at the cafe... Please..."

He sounded so earnest, so desperate for your assurance. His lower lip trembled slightly, and he pressed himself closer to you, if that was even possible. The collar was still tight around his neck, a symbol of your claim on him, your attention all for him.

You wrapped your arms around his shaking form, holding him close and protective, like a precious baby kitten. "Yes, Haruka... you were an incredibly good boy," you murmured, petting his hair soothingly like an owner and their cat. "I like you so much more than those silly cats... I promise, I'll never take you to that place again. You're mine, and I'll keep you safe and by my side, always..."

Haruka let out a shuddering sigh of relief and happiness at your words, his body relaxing completely. He nestled even further into your breasts, his eyes fluttering closed.

He let out a soft, satisfied yawn, his breath evening out as he allowed himself to be cradled in your embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist, clinging to you like a lifeline, like he was afraid you would disappear if he let go.

Within minutes, Haruka's body went limp and heavy in your arms as he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. A small, smile played on his lips, and he looked utterly at peace, like a beautiful, little kitten finally at rest.

You held him close, your fingers combing tenderly through his soft, blue hair. All of your attention devoted to him.

A/N: Hiii~! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ I’m totally obsessed with subby yandere boys who are super neeeeedy and whiny but still have that little dominant side when they’re pushed to their limit~! Haruka from Milgram is literally perrrrrrfect for that, but no one really writes for him (or anyone from Milgram… sobs). Alsooo, I 1000% believe he’s lying about his age and is actually way older but too embarrassed to admit it, so in my eyes, he’s an adult! (*≧ω≦)ゞ Also firrrrrst fic! I write a looooooot but always keep it for myself but Milgram lacks smut so herrrre. Next fic will have Mikoto Kayano, Orekoto, and Haruka together.

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wingman - luke skywalker x reader

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four

chapter five -> the apartment

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: sexual humor, alcohol mentioned, injuries and violence mentioned

a/n: anidala cameo to make up for the angst in the last chapter hehe

Their apartment was, of course, luxurious. Pristine floors, large windows, and sleek, modern appliances—it was the total opposite of the outdated home you shared with Han and Chewie. There was even a balcony with a hot tub. You were speechless. Still, it was small enough to feel cozy, which you’re sure their actual home wasn’t, so you were grateful to be in this space instead.

“The decorations aren’t as cute as yours,” Leia said, watching you gawk at the apartment, “But this is where we live.”

“It’s beautiful,” you told her, taking everything in.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to have anything in the fridge or pantry. We have a spare bedroom that we use as an office space, but there’s a daybed in there too.”

You nodded, glad that you would at least have a little bit of your own space.

“You can use my shower,” she offered, “It’s connected to my room. You can borrow a fresh set of pajamas too.”

You smiled, incredibly grateful for her hospitality.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this, guys,” you said seriously, hoping they understood how much their kindness meant to you. You weren’t always good at expressing deep emotions, but you tried to make your gratitude as evident as you could.

Showering had been nice. The dirt was cleansed from your open cuts, and your aching muscles relaxed some under the warm spray of water. The soap that Leia was letting you use smelled great, and the pajamas she’d given you were comfortable silk. When you walked back into the living room, Luke was baking cookies, giving you a small wave.

“Should you be baking with a concussion?” you asked, though the delicious smell had already infiltrated your senses and made you believe that this was a good idea.

“They never told me not to,” he replied, shrugging, “You look so cozy.”

You chuckled a bit, looking down at your sleepwear and the warm, wool socks she’d left out for you. When you looked back up, you noticed that Luke’s hair was also damp, and he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. Something about seeing him like this made you feel warm.

“So do you. I’ve only ever seen you in slacks and nice sweaters.”

“Oh? You don’t like my slacks and nice sweaters?” he pretended to pout, leaning over the counter to talk to you.

You did like his usual attire. He managed to look soft and stylish at the same time, an air of elegance always surrounding him. But seeing him like this—he just looked so warm. You wanted to fall asleep next to him.

“I never said that. Just that you look different like this.”

“Different? Like, bad different?”

“No!” you said quickly, scrambling to correct yourself, “Definitely not.”

When he quirked his eyebrow at you, you realized that he’d just been messing with you the entire time. You blushed and looked away, only to be surprised when he hooked a finger under your chin and gently pushed upwards, urging you to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said, grinning at you, “I just like teasing you.”

“I can tell,” you huffed, pulling his hand away from your chin, though you continued gripping his wrist, “Making fun of me after all I’ve been through today. How sinister.”

He giggled, and if you weren’t so exhausted from the events of the day, you might have tried to pull that sound from him again. It was just so perfect.

“My bad,” he replied, smiling at you, “I’ll make it up to you. I’m making cookies, y’know.”

“With a concussion, yes. I can see that.”

Just then, Leia came barreling out of her room, looking stressed and tired, holding her cell phone up to her ear.

“It’s them,” she said, pointing to her phone, “They want me to FaceTime them so they can see that you’re okay.”

Luke’s grimace was amusing, but you felt anxious that you’d show up in the frame. You heard the familiar sound of the phone call switching to video, and you couldn’t believe that you were about to hear the senator and her movie star husband scold their kids. Leia flipped the camera and pointed it at Luke, who offered a small wave.

“Hi Mom,” he said tiredly.

“Hi, Luke,” you heard his mother say, “I’m glad you’re okay. Your father is on his way home, so I’d say that you have a few minutes to explain yourself to me before he gets here.”

Leia handed him the phone, and he flipped the camera back around to front-facing. From where he was leaning over the counter, you could make out his mother’s face. You’d seen her on television before, but never in the comfort of her own home, and yet she was still incredibly beautiful.

“Great,” he mumbled, sighing, “Well, basically I—“

“Padme!” you heard someone shout on the other line, the sound of the door swinging open audible to you as well, “Luke—“

“Ani, he’s on the phone,” she told him, and you heard him approach.

When Anakin came into view, you were equally as stunned. You’d never seen his movie, but he certainly had the face for Hollywood, having aged like fine wine. No wonder directors wanted to get their hands on him.

“Tell us what happened,” Anakin demanded, and you watched as he placed a quick kiss on Padme’s forehead, a silent greeting to her upon his return home. Cute.

“Someone attacked my friends, so I stepped in. And I had other people with me,” Luke explained.

“So it wasn’t just a bunch of drunk college kids fighting over something stupid?” Padme asked, seemingly surprised.

“What? When have you ever known me to just start fighting people for the hell of it?”

“We thought you could’ve been going through something,” Padme said, and you had to stifle a giggle. Their concern for him was precious, and their willingness to try to understand his actions even before getting an explanation out of him showed how much they trusted their children. You briefly wondered what Han would say upon realizing that the Skywalkers might actually be perfect, and that their facade as a happy family was hardly a facade at all.

“No,” Luke protested, already over this conversation, “I’m not—it wasn’t a dumb bar fight. There were like, adults your age there.”

“What?” Padme exclaimed, her concern growing, “Adults were beating up students? Why?”

“Who were they?” Anakin added, frowning.

“I don’t know, but they were beating the hell out of my friend, and then they were restraining my other friend, and we heard someone scream, so we ran outside.”

“Did you talk to the police?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“You have a black eye. Are those stitches?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Do you have any other injuries?”

“No, Mom.”

“Leia, does Luke have any other injuries?” she asked again.

“Concussion and bruised ribs,” Leia confessed, shooting Luke an apologetic look.

“Did you land any hits on the other guys?” Anakin asked, speaking for the first time in a while.

“Anakin!” Padme chided.

“What? Self defense is important.”

“A couple, yeah,” Luke said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nice.”

“Anakin.”

“Fine,” he huffed, and you could see him cross his arms. So that’s where the twins got their attitude from, you supposed.

“Are your friends okay?” she asked, and her concern for others made you like her a little more.

“One is in the hospital, and the other is spending the night here,” Luke said, moving the camera slightly to get you in frame. You weren’t expecting to meet the Skywalkers today, and you hoped you didn’t look too rough.

“Hello,” you greeted them politely, giving them a wave.

“Hello, sweetie! I’m so sorry to hear about what happened tonight. If there’s anything we can do for you, please just let us know,” Padme offered, giving you a warm, beautiful smile, much like her son’s.

“Thank you,” you replied, surprised by her sincerity, “Your kids have already done so much for me.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said happily, smiling at you again. Anakin nodded, grinning a bit. He looked proud. You wondered if he might say as much.

“Ben’s in the state on business. We’re sending him to check up on you soon,” he said instead, Leia and Luke groaning in response.

“Don’t be like that,” Padme scolded, “You love Ben.”

“Not when he’s coming for the sole purpose of admonishing me,” Luke mumbled, “It’s really not necessary. Leia and I have each other. We’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves.”

“But you’re still young, honey,” Padme said, “And we’re your parents. We’re supposed to worry about you and then make sure you’re okay when something goes wrong.”

You were beginning to envy the relationship the twins shared with their parents. Han and Chewie were the only family you had. The thought of them made your heart sink, and you longed to be in the emergency room with them, at Han’s side like you always had been. But since you didn’t know how long he’d be there, taking shifts with Chewie so you could both have the chance to rest wasn’t a bad idea, not to mention the fact that the events of the day had left you extremely rattled.

“I promise we’re fine. Besides, we’ll be busy tomorrow. We have to check on our other friend who hasn’t made it out of the hospital yet.”

Their faces fell, and their eyes were sad. Padme’s tone softened.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said gently, “Please let us know if there’s anything we can do.”

“I will,” Luke agreed, tone becoming lighter at their kindness, “I promise. I’m not supposed to look at my phone very much with my concussion, but I’ll text you when I can.”

“And FaceTime us so we can see you.”

“If I have time,” he pushed back a little, and you saw Anakin roll his eyes.

“Leia, make sure Luke does everything the doctor told him to,” Anakin added.

“I’m a grown man,” Luke complained, a slight pout tugging at his lips.

“You push your body way too hard sometimes, Luke. You’re like your father.”

“I’m a student athlete.”

“Do not go to practice with a concussion,” Anakin told him, his voice sounding serious but also the tiniest bit amused.

“I won’t,” Luke promised, and you wanted to laugh at his attempt to defend himself. He looked exhausted.

“He’s not stupid, Dad,” Leia added with a bored sigh.

“I know he’s not,” Anakin agreed, “But do you remember when he pretended not to have the flu so he could play in the last home game of the season? Or when he played with a fractured elbow?”

Luke sighed and buried his head in his hands. He exhaled and looked up again, glaring at his parents through the screen.

“I was in high school,” he countered, “You seriously don’t have to worry. I promise I’ll take care of myself.”

“Okay,” Anakin said reluctantly, “But seriously. Keep us updated on how you’re doing.”

“I will,” Luke replied slowly, emphasizing the word as much as he could.

“We’ll let you go then. I’m sure you must be tired. It was nice to meet you, dear,” Padme said, waving at you, “And I meant what I said before. Please let us know if we can do anything for you.”

You waved back and muttered a small thanks, Leia taking her phone back, and the twins bid their parents goodbye. When the call ended, Leia sighed and looked at Luke.

“Dad’s press tour is soon,” she announced, her meaning not quite clear to you.

“I know,” Luke grumbled, turning to take the cookies out of the oven, “And I look like this.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” she added, “I mean, the school is private property. No one will be able to take your picture there.”

“What’re you guys talking about?” you finally asked.

“Dad will be getting a lot of press for his new movie, which means the rest of the family will be getting a lot of press, too. And now Luke has clearly been hit. So if people didn’t have questions about the local headlines that have already started emerging, they certainly will once the paparazzi publishes a photo of his fucked up face,” Leia explained, worming her way behind the counter.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, swatting her arm once he put the cookie tray down, “Do I really look that bad?”

“No!” you said quickly, Leia huffing out a “Yes!” at the same time. Luke turned to look at you with a grin.

“Yeah?” he asked sweetly, leaning over the island again to stare you directly in the eye, “Thanks. I’m glad someone here thinks highly of me.”

“Gross,” she mumbled, grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass.

He offered you a cookie then, and you hummed happily when you took a bite. They were magnificent.

“These are great,” you told him, and he beamed at you, “Thanks for baking.”

“Underneath that student athlete facade, Luke’s quite the housewife. He’s a good baker, and he sews too. I’m surprised he hasn’t started brewing his bedtime tea yet, but I bet he’s probably too embarrassed because you’re here—“ Leia teased, Luke cutting her off.

“Why is everyone shitting on me today?” he whined, snagging the bottle out of his sister’s hand and pouring himself some wine.

“You shouldn’t be drinking with a concussion.”

“The only reason my head is hurting is you,” he retaliated, though you could tell that his tone was still playful. Leia chuckled quietly to herself and stole a cookie.

“The daybed is set up for you. I put clean sheets on it,” she told you, smiling.

“You didn’t have to make the bed for me,” you replied, the kind gesture making you feel warm.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, echoing Luke earlier, “You’re our guest.”

“Well, thank you,” you replied sincerely, “It means a lot. I didn’t really wanna be alone tonight, if I’m honest.”

Leia nodded sympathetically, picking up her now full wine glass and sighing.

“I’m gonna take a bath and go to bed. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to wake me,” she said before turning to Luke, “And you better not drink too much wine with that concussion. I’ll tell Mom and Dad.”

“Dad would do the same thing,” he scoffed, “Go to bed and stop worrying over me.”

“It’s hard not to worry over you. You should go to bed.”

“Later,” he told her, “I just got the shit beat out of me. I’m having an adrenaline rush.”

She rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his arm, the gesture undoubtedly affectionate in nature.

“Be nice to our guest,” she ordered, fixing him with a stern look.

“Oh, I intend to,” he replied with a smug grin.

“Don’t be gross. Goodnight, guys.”

He giggled as she left the room, his eyes following her until she shut the bedroom door. When she was gone, he turned his focus back to you.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“I feel like I should, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I’m still—I don’t know. I know I’m safe here with you guys, I just—“

“It’s okay,” he said, surprising you by reaching over the island countertop and grabbing your hand, “I understand. We can stay up and watch movies, if you want.”

“Oh, you don’t have to stay up with me, Luke. And you shouldn’t be looking at screens, remember?”

“I want to. Show me some of your favorites.”

“Han warned you about that. I’m gonna talk your ear off.”

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile, “I want you to. And the more you talk, the less I have to look at the screen. Sounds good to me.”

Your face flushed. Who were you to turn down the opportunity to ramble to a gorgeous young man about your interests? You’d had a hard day, after all.

Nodding, you followed him into the living room, carrying the plate of cookies and two glasses of wine with you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You woke up a few hours later with a sharp pain in your neck and something hard pressing into your cheek. Confused and disoriented, you sat up slightly, only to realize that the culprit behind your awkward sleeping position had been Luke Skywalker himself. As the realization that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder dawned on you, you felt your stomach sink. Maybe he wasn’t awake. Maybe slumber had grasped him first, and he hadn’t even noticed—

“Hey,” he whispered, voice raspy. He must have fallen asleep too, but unfortunately for you, he was acutely aware of your position.

“Hi,” you replied, your nerves running wild as you finally forced yourself to look up and meet his stare. He looked at you through eyes that were only half open, but his gentle smile told you that he was awake enough to understand the implications of your proximity.

“Guess we fell asleep,” he said, “We should try to watch this movie again. Like, under normal circumstances.”

You giggled, humming in agreement. Your thighs were still touching, and your side was pressed up against his arm. You were surprised that he didn’t move away from you.

“Wanna go to bed?” he asked, shifting so that he was turned more towards you.

“Guess I should,” you murmured, avoiding his eyes now, “I’m sorry that I fell asleep on you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m a pretty big fan of physical affection.”

You laughed again, grateful that he was more casual about these things than you were. You hoped that he couldn’t sense your nerves.

“None of my friends are like that. I think Han has probably hugged me three times since I’ve known him.”

“He touches your hair,” Luke pointed out, and you were caught off guard by the fact that he’d picked up on that detail, because you were pretty sure that Luke had never actually been around when Han had done that.

“What?” you blurted, the exhaustion adding to your confusion, “How do you know that?”

Luke seemed caught off guard by that question, and in the dim light of the living room, you could barely see a faint blush begin to spread across his cheeks.

“He messes up your hair. Like, he ruffles it. I don’t know. I saw him do it once,” he mumbled, suddenly very focused on the rug.

“You were watching me,” you realized, lips curling into a mischievous grin, “At the bar after I left you and your friends. That’s the only time you could’ve seen it.”

“So?” he replied, and something about genuinely making Luke Skywalker feel embarrassed made you giddy.

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to buy into your own lie, Luke,” you teased, poking his side.

This time, he sat up all the way, his eyes no longer clouded by sleep. He put some space in between you and suddenly stood. The abruptness startled you in your tired state, and before you could inquire about what was up with that reaction, he had already regained his composure.

“Come on,” he said softly, folding the blanket the two of you had been sharing and looking everywhere but your eyes, “You need to sleep. In a bed.”

You cocked your head a little, trying to meet his gaze. When you finally succeeded, you weren’t able to read the look in his eyes, so you just stood and resigned yourself to being agreeable.

“So should you,” you replied, touching his arm gently, “I’m really sorry about today, Luke. I never wanted you to get hurt by hanging out with me. I promise that stuff like that doesn’t usually happen. Usually, the most danger we’re ever in is when Han and Chewie hotbox the van.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but you guys are good people. I don’t regret defending you.”

“Thank you,” you told him, hoping your face reflected your sincerity, “You guys are really sweet. Your parents, too. I hope they don’t think I’m a bad influence or something.”

Luke laughed quietly at that, shaking his head.

“No way. My dad’s a worse influence than you are,” he replied, “But really. You don’t need to thank me. I wish I could’ve done more than just land a couple of hits on him, but to be honest, I’m not much of a fighter.”

“You were really good at it,” you noted, recalling how agile he was, “It was impressive.”

“Yeah?” he asked in that flirty voice of his, though now it was still slightly raspy, “I mean, I know how to fight. I just don’t like doing it.”

“Why do you know how?” you blurted, your exhaustion doing a bit of damage to your filter.

“I’ll tell you another time. You should really be getting some sleep.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but didn’t protest. He was kind enough to walk you to the spare bedroom, offering you a small smile as he told you goodnight.

“Wake me up if you need anything, okay?” he added softly.

You stood toe to toe, close enough to kiss, but neither of you made a move to even touch each other. It felt too intimate, too real.

“Sure,” you whispered, staring at him, “Night, Luke.”

With that, he walked away, shutting the door behind him. You crawled into the daybed and turned your ringer all the way up in case Chewie called. You hoped that sleep would find you easily.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You woke up to your phone dinging, signaling an influx of incoming texts. You blinked the sleep away from your eyes and immediately checked it.

4 new notifications

Chewie: he’s awake and ok but on a shit ton of painkillers

Chewie: bruh the police are already here asking questions wtf he’s barely awake

Chewie: r u still with the twins? how r u feeling?

Chewie: gonna run home and shower while he naps. lmk when u feel like visiting him and i’ll give u his room info

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the knowledge that Han was doing okay, despite the medication needed for his injuries. You sent a quick text back to Chewie to let him know that you were at the Skywalker residence, which was still a rather surprising turn of events for you. Just then, you inhaled the sweet scent of lavender, and when you turned your head, you saw a cup of tea on your night stand.

You immediately knew it was Luke who had brewed it for you. The kind gesture made your heart flutter a bit, but you tried not to think about the implications of that as you took a sip. Still warm. You gave yourself a moment to relish in the peaceful atmosphere, sunlight peaking through the blinds and silky pajamas hugging your skin. After finishing your tea, you got out of bed, fixing the covers and walking into the kitchen. Upon entering, you were immediately greeted by the bickering of the twins.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Luke complained, hovering behind Leia as she stood over the stove.

“I’m capable of making eggs, Luke,” she snapped.

“Apparently not, because you aren’t even adding anything. You can’t just scramble them. It’s so easy to just—“

“Well, when you don’t have a concussion, you’re more than welcome to cook for yourself. For now you should just shut up and be grateful.”

“I can cook just fine. I baked last night. I made tea this morning—“

“And you shouldn’t have done any of that! And I can’t believe you were watching movies last night. You need at least a day of rest, Luke. You can gradually start doing daily tasks again after that, but you shouldn’t be thinking too hard or looking at screens yet.”

“You’re asking me not to think. That’s impossible.”

“Is it really? It seems to me like you hardly ever think about anything—“

“Good morning,” you said, clearing your throat and announcing your presence before they could continue.

“Good morning,” Leia replied, turning to you, “I’m making breakfast right now, but Luke keeps micromanaging me. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept great! Thanks again for setting up the room for me. And I can see that,” you noted, feeling bold as you came up behind Luke and squeezed his waist with your good hand, “Sit down, Luke. You should be relaxing.“

He turned sharply at that, eyes wide for a split second before regaining his composure. Your flirting had started to evolve into a competition of sorts, as you felt determined to catch him off guard now. So far, he was beating you, but you tried not to let him see that. You watched as his momentary surprise was quickly replaced by the expression he wore when he was about to say something out of pocket to you, his eyes slightly lidded and mischief written all over his face.

“I’ll sit down if you sit on my lap,” he offered, smiling at you innocently.

“Luke,” Leia groaned, turning around and glaring at him, “Chill out. It’s ten in the morning. If your ribs weren’t bruised, I would hit you.”

“Where’s your sense of humor?” he huffed, relenting as he went to the other side of the kitchen island and took a seat in one of the barstools, turning to you, “Will you sit next to me, at least?”

“If you can behave,” you told him, taking the stool next to him.

“Oh? And if I don’t? Gonna punish m—“

“Luke!” Leia hissed, slamming her spatula onto the counter and turning to him, “Did you lose brain cells when you hit your head? Shut the fuck up. Oh my god.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, sighing dramatically, “How do you expect me to act when you’ve got me on house arrest? I can’t even watch TV.”

“Aren’t you tired?” you asked him, stepping in to deescalate their bickering before it turned into an actual argument, “It was a long night. And you got hurt.”

“I feel fine,” he protested, but the smile he gave you didn’t reach his eyes. Leia shook her head disapprovingly and turned her attention back to the stove, sighing as she often did.

You frowned, not really a fan of whatever fake confidence he was trying to offer you, and without thinking, placed a hand on his knee. He flinched slightly, and then tried to cover that up with a smile too, but you didn’t return it, instead just keeping your hand there as a gentle reminder that you saw him. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t move away from you, and resumed a more normal conversation with you and Leia as she prepared the food. Occasionally, you would gently rub patterns into his knee, and when you felt him continue to relax underneath your touch, you felt like you had finally figured something out about him. You recalled his offhand comment about enjoying physical affection, and you realized that offering him reassuring touches here and there was probably comforting for him. You filed that information away as your thumb traced circles into his skin, noting that his eyelashes would flutter every now and then and he’d sit up a little straighter to shake himself awake. Had he slept at all?

“Here, eat,” Leia commanded as she placed two plates down in front of you and Luke. You saw him give you a sideways glance when you removed your hand from his knee, the cast on your other arm demanding that you only use your hand for one task at a time. He said nothing though, and was content to eat quietly.

“When you’re feeling up to it, we can have our driver take you to the hospital to visit Han,” Leia offered, pouring a glass of orange juice for you, “Just let me know. We can also get you back to your apartment, but you’re more than welcome to stay with us for the next few days while you all are getting back on your feet.”

Luke looked right at you then, though his expression was unreadable to you. Not quite sure what the meaning behind his stare was, you felt a little self conscious, and turned your gaze back to Leia quickly.

“Thank you so much,” you told her sincerely, “I’m okay to go back to my place tonight though. You all have already been so kind and hospitable. I don’t want to overstay my welcome. But I might take you up on the ride.”

“You wouldn’t be overstaying your welcome,” she insisted, “But I don’t want to pressure you. Let me know if you change your mind.”

With that, she handed you her phone, and you put your contact information in. Luke remained silent for the entire ordeal. It was starting to unnerve you. Perhaps he wanted you out of his apartment so he could finally get some rest. With a newfound determination to not be a nuisance to the Skywalkers any longer, you hurried through your breakfast and helped Leia clean up. At some point, Luke had disappeared back into his room, and although you felt slightly affronted, you pushed those emotions to the back of your mind for the time being. The change in his demeanor was giving you whiplash, but there was no way that you’d be able to sort through his thoughts.

“Text or call if you need anything,” she insisted, standing at the doorway to see you off, “And if you wouldn’t mind keeping me updated on how Han’s doing…”

“Of course,” you told her, your heart warming a bit at her concern for him, “Tell Luke I said bye.”

Her face fell slightly at that, and she placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the closed door of his room.

“I’m sorry that he’s being weird,” she said, sighing, “I think he’s trying to act tough because he’s shaken up about last night. He’s really sensitive.”

“Really?” you blurted, surprised that she would use such a word to describe him. The Luke you knew was sensitive to your feelings, sure, but he didn’t seem to be all that emotional himself.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling softly, “He pretends like he isn’t, especially around those dicks he calls his friends, but he gets worked up about things—anxious, I guess.”

“I met them last night.”

“Really? How’d that go?”

“I threatened to hit one of them,” you admitted sheepishly, “But they were fine after that. They were pretty helpful in the fight, actually.”

“You threatened to hit them? You should’ve done it,” she said excitedly, beaming at you, “But yeah, I’ll give credit where it’s due. Although, I still think they only joined in because they wanted to say they won a bar fight.”

“And because they worship Luke,” you added, recalling how they followed him around all night.

“It’s weird, right? He doesn’t even realize it.”

“It’s really weird, but it’s kind of funny, especially because he doesn’t realize it.”

She laughed, and then surprised you by pulling you into a gentle hug.

“I’m glad you guys are getting to know each other better. I think you’re good for him,” she said seriously.

Her words made you feel guilty, as you weren’t quite sure how much of your relationship with Luke was genuine. Still, you nodded in agreement, forcing a smile.

Feeling confused and a bit forlorn, you departed from the Skywalker residence.

[marq-lynch]

As someone who got into AEW via fixating on MJF and has spent the last eight months obsessed with Hangman and Swerve this upcoming feud was made for Meeeee and I cannot Wait to watch MJF beat the snot out of Hangman's hypocritical face in person in a couple weeks.

There are so many layers to this feud and things they could have made the core, but the one they're going with is Authenticity? No. Even better. It's Verisimilitude. Possibly my favorite word in the English language: having the appearance of truth. It's not about who's most Real. Things that are verasimiliar are often not factual but portray a Truth, like a fake blood on TV that's the wrong color because humans don't want to believe that real blood is that candy coated firehouse red, they want something more sensual with a bit of chocolate syrup mixed in to make it darker. It's about what, and in this case Who, Feels Most Real and is therefore most deserving of our appreciation.

Is it the bullied little boy who never had a friend and shoved everyone away before they could hurt him first and who just desperately wants unconditional love, and who has been rejected every time he tries to reach for it from the audience, mentors, mentees, fiances, & his one and only friend? Who opened himself up to the world and tried to grow, to improve, to let himself be vulnerable one more time in the spots he knew were softest only to have everything he loved and valued ripped away.

Or is it the other ball of self-esteem issues, the anxiety riddled ball of imposter syndrome that has whittled itself down to a core that has always been there, of burning Rage at himself and the injustices of the world around him that he has allowed to consume and isolate him, feeding his worst tendencies for addiction and obsession.

The relationship both have with the audience is Insane, and neither is healthy. They both obsessively need us and shape their entire identity around what the world thinks of them, while insisting to themselves and us that they aren't. They're just aware of their responsibility as a champion, or no longer going to care what people think, but somehow those 'I don't care what you think' protests only last so long and they're caught up in obsessions over audience chants and signs against them again.

And then there's the Swerve of it all. My 'Swerve the Realest'. The Other Man who just about one year ago also had the audience decide 'yes, you're a heel, but you're so damn cool we've decided you can do whatever the fuck you want'. Swerve, genuinely, did nothing wrong. Except... He lost at Revolution, and stood in a ring, in front of Tony Shiavone, and admitted, "I've done some pretty terrible things here" and "I'm not a good person... But for the first time ever it felt like people were really rooting for me."

Swerve, as far as we know, has never lied to the audience. He's beaten up teenagers, broken and entered, broken arms, and left things out, but never lied. He is Swerve the Realest.

Meanwhile Hangman, who raged that "[Swerve] never paid for it, and they loved him for it" is now having crowds cheer itemized lists of his crimes from an irate MJF, and staring him in the face telling him that he's never run from his problems (which has been his entire arc) or ever once lied to the audience, all while he wears the same outfit through Feb 2025 he wore March 2nd 2024, the day before Revolution last year, when he first hobbled to the ring on a crutch, told the audience he was always truthful with them, that he couldn't compete the next day. Then when Swerve came out and listed his own crimes flat out to Samoa Joe the day before his first title shot, Hangman beat him unconscious with the crutch, showing he'd been fine, and screaming an apology later for lying but saying he would Rather Die than let Swerve win it himself, and Rather Die than not win it himself.

The next day he tapped out to Samoa Joe. Y'know. Like a Liar.

[sturniololuvz]

Omg!!! I just thought of this, but can you do like one of the triplets having a child like 3-4 and she’s like scared of one of her uncles, not rlly like scared but more like shy around them, and at the end they become like best friends, idk I think it would be cute!!! Btw love your fics 💗

thank youuu🩷

“Best Friends in the Making”

Sturniolos x chris’s daughter

Warnings : none

Chris Sturniolo was the proud father of a vibrant three-year-old girl named Y/N. She had her father’s dark curls and bright eyes, full of curiosity and energy. However, there was one person in her life that made her a bit shy: her Uncle Matt.

Whenever Chris brought Y/N over to visit the triplets, she would cling to him like a little monkey, eyes wide and wary every time Matt approached.

“Y/N, come say hi to Uncle Matt!” Chris encouraged, kneeling down beside her.

Y/N hid her face in Chris’s side, peeking out with just her eyes visible. “He’s big…”

Matt, who had just walked into the room, raised an eyebrow. “Big? I’m not that big!” He crouched down, trying to appear less intimidating. “I’m just your silly uncle. Look at this!”

He made a funny face, puffing out his cheeks and crossing his eyes, but Y/N merely clung tighter to Chris, her little heart racing.

Chris chuckled softly. “He’s not scary, I promise. Just give him a chance.”

“Can we play with my toys instead?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris nodded, guiding her towards the pile of toys in the corner. “Sure! But let’s show Uncle Matt the cool stuff you have.”

As they played, Matt tried to join in, holding up a stuffed dinosaur. “Look, I can be a dinosaur too!” He roared playfully, but Y/N jumped back, hiding behind Chris again.

Chris sighed, understanding her shyness. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just remember, Uncle Matt is here to have fun with us.”

Days passed, and each time Chris visited with Y/N, she continued to shy away from Matt. But Chris was determined to help them bond.

One sunny afternoon, Chris decided to set up a picnic in the backyard. “Y/N, let’s have a picnic! Uncle Matt can help us set it up!”

She looked at her dad with uncertainty. “Do I have to?”

“Yes! It’ll be fun, I promise. Plus, we need someone strong to help carry the snacks.”

With a hesitant nod, Y/N agreed, and they all headed outside. Matt grabbed the basket, and Chris set up the blanket. Slowly, Y/N began to warm up as she helped with the food.

“See, look at this sandwich I made!” Chris held up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a smile.

Matt grinned. “That looks amazing! But you know what would make it even better?”

Y/N watched curiously as Matt took a piece of grass and placed it on the sandwich. “Some grass for flavor!”

Y/N giggled, and for the first time, she began to loosen up. “That’s silly!”

“Exactly! Silly is the best!” Matt laughed.

As they enjoyed their picnic, Y/N started talking to Matt more, asking him questions about his favorite toys and what games he liked to play. They laughed and shared silly stories, and by the end of the day, Y/N’s initial fear faded away.

“Uncle Matt, you’re not so big anymore,” she said, a grin spreading across her face.

Chris smiled, watching the two of them play tag in the yard. “See? You guys are best friends now!”

Y/N nodded vigorously, running back to Matt, who scooped her up and spun her around. “Best friends forever!”

From that day on, whenever Chris brought Y/N over, she would run straight to Matt, excited to play and share her adventures. Their bond grew stronger, and Y/N learned that sometimes, the biggest and loudest people could become the best friends.

[ghouljams]

Hello, I just wanted to ask a sex question you can ignore it if you want to. That's cool with me

I recently got a boyfriend who wants to talk about sex, and I’m totally okay with that—I want to as well. But I’ve never really explored down there, so to speak. I think the reason I haven’t is because I’m scared of the pain. I have a moderate pain tolerance, but the idea of it hurting makes me scared.

I’ve done research and watched videos, but instead of helping, it’s just making me more scared and frustrated. It feels like it’s not working or that it won’t be pleasurable for me. Plus, a lot of the videos about first-time experiences look painful and bloody, which is honestly terrifying.

Does it really get better? And is there any way to make it not hurt?

So first things first! The pain is minimal, and the blood is minimal (unless you have a clotting disorder then maybe not as minimal)

Second, yes my love there are a million ways to make it not hurt and it does absolutely get better REALLY FAST.

Tearing the hymen happens when you're not properly warmed up or stretched, so to make it better you just gotta get warmed up! That means foreplay and lots of it, until you can't take it anymore! Also ask your partner to go slow and finger you, most of the discomfort (not pain, I would call it just sort of uncomfortable) comes from never having put anything in that part of your body before, you're stretching a muscle that isn't used to being stretched, so it can be uncomfortable. That's why it's important to stretch beforehand and get comfortable with the feeling of penetration.

Also go slow! If it's your first time make sure you're communicating with your partner what feels good and what doesn't! They want to know that you're having fun, so don't by shy about it. It should feel good even if you're a virgin. It might feel a little weird or different, I think it feels a little bit like a burning stretch if I'm not warmed up, but it's not entirely awful, and that is easily solved by:

Lube! Lube is your best friend! If you feel tight or uncomfortable when your partner is putting it in, tell them to pull out and get some lube on that thang! No shame in needing a little extra wet down there, lube is a wonderful thing and you should be using it! Lube! lube! lube!

Anyone who tells you that your first time should hurt, or is going to be awful and bloody is just trying to scare you. Fear is the primary tactic that people use to stop others from having sex, and most of it is just stupid nonsense.

And remember that sex isn't the only thing that can break your hymen! I've had friends who broke theirs horseback riding, I broke mine masturbating, I have another friend who broke hers doing the splits. It's a short sharp discomfort that disappears almost immediately. Don't be scared of it.

[andre-and-cal]

hello vro it’s me again… 😈😈🤤

yk the last two hcs you wrote? one about sadistic cal and one about andre who likes seeing cal cry? (yummy)

i would love to see how they would act with that… dynamic 👅 like, both of them “fighting for dominance”? omg this sounds cringe but i need it

AND WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD “WIN” MOST OF THE TIME AHSHDJCKWJDNSK

HELLO POOKSTAH YAHOO !!:) and that doesn’t sound cringe at all! I’m more than happy to share my input! 😼🙏

Cal and Andre’s dynamic (SFW and NSFW),,

Contrary to popular belief, Calvin has a very distinct leadership role within Zero Day, just like how Andre does. Their contribution to the missions are divided among the both of them so that their accomplishments and control are in equilibrium. As mentioned in the film, they’d agreed to split the presses so that Andre would be the leader for half, and so Cal would be the leader for the other half.

Calvin holds spite dearly, wanting to drag others down and “leave them behind”. His callous nature, unsettling interest in gruesome topics, and disregard for the well-being of his peers are hidden very well— he’s pulled off a very believable facade, even though he can come off as rather distant at times. His acquaintances and family fell for it. After all, how could you really tell that this reserved, weird, yet rather funny guy would turn out to be a murderer?

Now, Andre’s apathetic attributes are kept buried within himself, too. He knows he’s messed up, but he feels content knowing that Cal is as flawed as him— for which their unique resemblances appear in an almost symmetrical manner. While Andre does seem to have a pleasant temperament, some of his classmates at school don’t seem to think so. It used to affect and upset him, but now he no longer cares. He is who he is. However, the slight suspicion that some of Cal’s acquaintances hold toward Andre has prompted him to get dodgy about certain topics, for fear it would lead to the discovery of Zero Day.

Andre isn’t the leader. He is a leader. He cannot maintain control over every situation, even if he doesn’t agree with an idea Cal has. In fact, he’ll follow Cal’s lead with lots of things.

Neither Cal nor Andre really mind if they’re leading or following the other. It kind of flip flops at random depending on if the other has an idea or suggestion, especially related to their plans.

Calvin likes to instigate, mostly. And Andre likes to execute.

Additionally, Calvin exhibits numerous sadistic traits, while Andre gets off on seeing him in tears. They both find it arousing how pathetic the other looks when he’s beaten down— in a good way, of course.

Calvin doesn’t mind letting Andre overwhelm him, either, even if it gets to be too much— whether it be when they’re dry humping each other, or when he’s on his stomach, quite nearly suffocating from Andre shoving his face down into his blankets. He definitely may cry a little bit during sex, but his tears aren’t genuine. He cries if it feels too good, or if there’s some muscle tension near his tear glands— like if Andre’s hand is around his throat or if he’s taking Andre’s dick or a firearm a little too deep in his mouth. Like mentioned, at times, Calvin will intentionally set Andre off, as he enjoys watching him get frustrated.

When Cal cries, Andre wipes away his tears with his thumb, feeling the wetness under his pad and admiring Cal’s stained red cheeks— his dick likes it, too.

Andre, meanwhile, lets Calvin jostle him and hurt him a little, and maybe even knock his dull self-confidence down a couple steps, too. He doesn’t necessarily like the pain, no— he just deals with it for Cal’s sake. After all, he cares about him. He also fixates on the suffering of others— on an erotic level, essentially— a bit less than Calvin already does, even though his calculating, troubled disposition clearly shows that he holds the same morals, or lack thereof, as Calvin does. Andre’s mental health has declined over the years, and he’s neither aware of this nor does he truly care all that much about how abnormal he and Cal may be. Additionally, one time, he let Calvin strike him in the face after Cal had begged him to let him hit him only once, just to stare at the fascinating runny vermilion leaking from his nostrils afterward. He swore that he wouldn’t break his nose.

Spoiler alert: he broke his nose, albeit accidentally, yet Andre never willingly allowed him punch him again.

Sometimes, both boys will want to be in control of each other at that moment. They can usually agree on a compromise to prevent physical or verbal conflicts, to avoid upsetting the other. However, sometimes, they disagree and start bickering.

Andre, if heated up over Cal pushing a decision onto him, will often try to grab Andre’s arm, maybe drag him over to him to snap at him, to get him to succumb to what he thinks is right.

But Cal punches him in the stomach— not too hard, though. He doesn’t want to actually injure him. He watches Andre as he doubles over, smiling in an ironically gentle manner and reassuring him that he’ll be okay, before demanding he stop trying to pussy out before he “castrates him”.

Cal’s always joking when he threatens to castrate the teen, but his body language gives away how much he believes Andre is “all bark no bite”.

Andre does have a mean bite. He just likes Cal and he likes the way he makes him feel. Also, despite his hesitancy with certain activities, he does eventually agree— if Cal’s involved, of course.

In conclusion, Cal overpowers most of their brief disputes, which often involve Zero Day and sex.