#when I went to the kitchen to check it it was still on and I saw the green light on it too

[allisonistrashh]

Taste SJY

request : please do enhypen smut🥺 please please please!!

pairing: friends dad jake! x reader

word count: 5.2k

summary: ever since you met your best friends dad 2 years ago you have been attracted to him when your friend leaves for college you find yourself spending more time with him

warnings: jake has a nasty mouth aged up jake he is 35 and reader is 22, met when reader was 20, jake is your best friends dad, daddy kink, unprotected sex, choking, multiple orgasms, oral fem receiving, name calling, pet names angel princess baby, just nasty honestly, use of slut

A/N: have had this idea in my drafts for a while so i decided to pull it out for this enha request and jake’s bday but thank you so much for your request!

Waking up to the faint sound of an alarm, you roll over to check the time. The clock reads 8:00 am and you shoot up, looking around the room for your best friend. When you look next to you, still seeing your best friend passed out next to you, you reach over shaking her. “Hey come on, we're gonna be late.” Today was the day your best friend would be moving from community college to an out of state college, and you moving into an apartment not that far from where you lived now.

You were 2 years older than her but you had taken a gap year after highschool when your dad passed away and you guys had met at the community college in a gen ed class. You ended up going to different colleges now, her going to one out of state and you staying at the community one. Your school was actually only 5 minutes from her house now, so you were moving into an apartment closer to her house. You were going with her dad to drop her off today, he wanted to leave around 9 and you knew she had a little bit of packing to do still.

“Get up and pack, girl, your dad wants to leave in an hour.” She groans and rolls over, while you get up and start walking downstairs into her kitchen. You had stayed over at her house last night not wanting to be late to go with them to drop her off. When you walk downstairs you see her dad leaning against the island sipping on a cup of coffee. He's wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants with a white almost see through shirt, causing you to start to blush.

Ever since you became friends with her only 2 years ago at 20 years old there was one subject of your wants and wet dreams, Jake Sim, your best friend Mira’s dad. Obviously he didn’t know this about you, so he was constantly initiating the conversations and such with you.

“Good morning y/n, if you’re hungry there still should be some of the cereal you like here, last time I went shopping I bought another box for you.” He says while turning around to open the cabinet to grab the box out of there for you. He turns back around to face you, setting the box on the island you were now standing in front of. “Thank you Mr. Sim.” You say walking over to the bowls and he laughs. “I told you so many times you’re an adult. You can just call me Jake, besides I'm not that much older than you.” You start pouring your cereal laughing back at him,

“I don’t know 13 years is a whole lifetime.” Jake was a teen dad, having Mira at 15 with his now ex-wife after a very stupid teenage mistake. Jake and his ex wife got a divorce when she was 12, Jake getting custody of Mira after, much to Mira’s dismay, having never liked him as much as she liked her Mom.

Now that she was 20 she decided to attend college in the same state as her mom, much to your dismay with her deciding to leave you behind. Her leaving was hard for you, not having many friends other than her, and also only having your mom. Your dad had left you about 4 years ago, and you were still struggling with it. Your mom also worked a lot as she was a nurse, leaving you home alone most of the time. You decided to move a little bit closer to the school, making your commute shorter.

“Oh yeah 13 years is so long.” He rolls his eyes and sits down across from you at the island. “So once we drop Mira off at school and come back I can help you move some of your things into your new apartment.” You nod and put another spoonful of cereal in your mouth. “Thank you again for helping me, my mom has to work double today so I would have been completely alone.” “Of course it’s no problem at all.” You finish your bowl of cereal in silence before putting your dish in the dishwasher and walking back upstairs to check on your friend. She is now fully up and dressed packing up the rest of her makeup.

“You almost done girl?” She nods, turning around. “I just need your help picking something out.” She saw winking and you turned your head at her. She holds up two different pairs of panties and asks “which one do you think has a better chance of helping me get dicked down?” You throw a pair of rolled up socks she left on her desk at her. “Is that all you’re worried about?” You say laughing and she nods, throwing both pairs in her bag. “Yup and if I was you i’d start worrying about that too. You haven’t done anything in so long, you're starting to get jumpy.’

Your mouth falls open as you look at her. “That is not true.” “Yeah ok and the last time you did doesn't count cause he couldn’t even make you cum. You’ve never even been with a guy who could actually make you cum” You go to open your mouth to respond right as the door swings open, revealing Jake. Your face goes red as you realize he probably heard what his daughter had just said.

If he did hear anything he chooses to ignore it, “Ok ladies 10 more minutes and then we have to hit the road ” You both nod and he walks out closing the door behind him. Mira turns back around and continues packing while you take a deep breath, hoping Jake hadn’t heard his daughter talking about your crappy sex life.

You shake the thoughts out of your head, going to get dressed. After about 8 minutes you and her grab the remaining bags in her room and meet her dad downstairs. “Alright let’s head out.” You guys nod as Mira says one last goodbye to her house and you guys hit the road.

The trip is pretty uneventful, only being an hour and 45 minute drive. Jake stops twice, once for food and another for a bathroom break. Pretty soon you guys make it, luckily she lives on the first floor of the door she’s in, all of you guys carrying multiple bags.

While walking through the dorms, you can feel all the stares in your direction, feeling really uncomfortable knowing they;re all at Jake. Once you finally get to her room, you guys leave the door open, much to Mira’s direction and Jake’s protests. You hear the faint “don’t you know how many girls get kidnapped while at college and you’re gonna leave the door open.” You laugh taking a look around the dorms.

You accidentally run into someone while walking down the hallway, immediately apologizing. “Hey don’t worry about it too much. My name is Heeseung. What's yours?” He says sticking out his hand and you reach forward to shake it. “My name Y/n its nice to meet you.” He smiles when you shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you Y/n pretty name for a pretty girl.” You smile and you already feel like you’re gonna start giggling. “Do you go here ?” He questions and you shake your head. “No, I'm dropping off my best friend.” He gives you a disappointed look. “Awe man I would have loved to get to know you better.” You laugh a little bit and apologize.

You’re about to respond when you hear your name called. “Y/n get back here right now.” You turn around to see Jake looking at you from a couple of doors down. You turn back around and say bye to Heeseung.

“Can I get your number real quick?” You nod your head pulling out your phone and handing it to him. While he’s putting his number in you feel someone come up the side of you. “Y/N I said get back to Mira’s room.” Jake says grabbing your arm. “I’m sorry i’m just getting her number and I’ll give her right back dude.” Jake scoffs and once he sees Heeseung hand back your phone, gently pulls you back to his daughters room.

“Didn’t you just hear what I said to Mira? Do you know how many girls go missing at college and you just wander away from me?” You grab his arm and push it off of you once you get back in the room. “I’m fine.” He just groans and sits on Mira’s bed muttering about how you guys are a lost cause.

About an hour later Mira’s room is done, and you guys are ready to head back home. You say goodbye to Mira first, letting her dad have more time with her at the end. “I’m gonna miss you. You’re gonna make all kinds of friends and forget about me.” You pout and she smacks your shoulder.

“I could never.” She pulls you in for another hug and when she lets go of you she says “Make sure to find a guy who can make you cum while i’m gone.” Your eyes go wide and you look over at Jake, whose ears have gone red. Its your turn to smack her and you tell her to “shut the fuck up.” You walk away from her letting Jake say goodbye to her daughter. After about 5 minutes he’s ready to go and your walking back to Jake’s car. You’re sitting in the passenger seat this time, and you’re now hyper aware of how close Jake is sitting to you.

For the rest of the ride home, you and him make small conversation before you arrive back at his house. “Wait here I just need to grab something and then we’ll head to your house to move you into your apartment ok.” You nod and he walks into his house.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and sink back into his passenger seat. A few minutes later he comes back and you guys are on the road again. Once you guys arrive at your house, he helps you load his truck up with all the stuff you were bringing with you. “So you need to give me a copy of your key, just in case something happened and your mom was busy. I’m the closest person to you.” You groan and roll your eyes. He whips his head over to you and glares at you. “Fine don’t give me one see if I care.” “I just don’t understand why your all the sudden so worried about me?” “ I always worry about you Y/n.” You choose to ignore those words and look out the window.

You finally arrive at your apartment and you live on the second floor, so taking everything up took a couple of trips. After about 6 trips you and Jake had managed to get everything up to your apartment, since you were exhausted you decided to take a break and sit down on the small couch you and jake had been able to get into your apartment. Jake decides to walk around a little bit looking at some of the hardware and appliances. When he is done on his tour he decides to plop down next to you.

“You’re not forgetting anything are you?” You shake your head and reassure him. “I’m like 99% sure I have everything.” He nods his head and his eyes roam around the living room. “Everything appliance wise seems good, nothing looks broken or anything.” You nod and thank him again. “Anytime like I said if you need anything just let me know.” You give him a small smile and reach over to give him a hug. “Thanks again Mr. Sim.” He stands up from the couch and grabs his keys, walking to the front door. “Mr. Sim?” He turns back around to look at you. “Yeah what’s up?” “Thank you again I really appreciate you helping me.” “Anytime i’m serious.” He closes the door behind him and you relax back on the couch.

Its taken you a few days to settle in, finally decorating stuff to your liking but you finally feel somewhat comfortable. That is until your 5th night there you hear a knock at your door, looking out the peephole to see a strange man standing in front of your door. You immediately start to feel your heart beat a little faster and you double check that the door is locked. You step back from the door when you hear him start knocking harder and you feel yourself panic.

He starts to shake the handle trying to get in and you run to your phone. You don’t know what comes over you but you decide to call Jake, hoping he is at home, being the closest person to you. After about 4 rings, he picks up.

“Y/n are you ok whats up?” You try to steady your breathing “I think some guy is trying to break into my apartment and I don’t know what to do.” You hear the man trying to open the door some more, and from the way you can hear Jake rustling around on the phone, you can imagine he can hear him too.

“Y/n i’m on my way right now, go into the kitchen. I will be right there ok?” You try to breathe and you tell him ok. He hangs up the phone and you here the man outside your door continue to pound on the door. You’re trying to steady your breathing when you hear the man stop knocking. You hear muffled voices from behind the door, but you don’t try to listen.

“Y/n?” You can make out the voice and you realize that it’s Jake’s. You stand up from the ground you were sitting on and start walking towards the door. You look out the peephole again to see Jake standing outside your door.

You let out a sigh of relief and unlock the door to let him in. He immediately walks in the door and he shuts and locks the door behind him. Seeing the tears running down your cheeks he pulls you into a hug. “Hey you’re ok i’m here now.”

You feel yourself start to cry harder at his words and push your face into his chest. You stand there for a minute letting him rub your back before you pull away from his embrace. Taking in his appearance, you realize that you probably bothered him while he was getting ready for bed.

“I’m sorry Jake, you were probably getting ready for bed.” He immediately shakes his head and looks at the time. “It’s ok Y/n its only 10:30, i’m only 35 it's not my bedtime yet.” You laugh at his words and shake your head. “Have you eaten yet?” You look into the kitchen realizing that the ramen you were trying to make about 3 hours ago remains untouched and uncooked. You shake your head and he sighs. He pulls your arm into your kitchen and tells you to sit down by your island. You have watched Jake make food multiple time in your life, like probably hundreds of times, but nothing will ever top this.

Here he is in a black loose fit shirt, with grey sweats and glasses making you dinner. “Do you have another pack?” You nod and point to the cabinet next to him, he pulls another pack out and adds that to the pot. “You didn’t have to make my food Jake.” He nods and says “I know”. That night you guys sit and talk about new things in life while eating your food.

A routine is formed after that night, Jake often coming over to your house to eat dinner with you. After spending all this time with him you realized something, the only thing keeping him from being lonely was Mira. Once she left for college Jake realized how boring his life actually was. You also finally realized how lonely you were, Mira really being your only friend aside from your 2 other ones, after your break up with your boyfriend about 2 years ago.

Jake was also very good company, honestly he just talked to you like a friend which was comforting compared to your other friends parents. Which made it easy for you to fall for him even more, ever since you have started hanging out with him more. There is just something so attractive about him that gets amplified when you’re alone with him.

Walking out from your kitchen with a bowl of popcorn you go and plop down next to Jake on the couch. “What movie do you want to watch?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I’m not sure of anything that interests you?” He asks while scrolling through his netflix account he now lets you use. You shake your head. You eventually decide on a random movie Jake claims is really good.

About halfway through the movie you find yourself getting bored of it, while Jake is still really into it. You take this opportunity to catch glimpses of his side profile. The fact that he is still single is really surprising to you. Jake turns his head looking at you with a confused look on his face. “Do I look weird or something?” Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No no i’m sorry I just got distracted.” He laughs and turns his attention back to the tv.

By the time you turn your attention back to the tv, there is a pretty steamy scene on the tv. Your eyes widen watching the 2 actors and you look at Jake out of your peripherals. He is leaned back against the back of the couch with his hand gripping the side of the couch. Seeing him like that has your thighs squeezing together and clearing your throat. Jake turns and looks at you grabbing the remote, pausing the movie.

“I’m sorry Y/n did that make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry.” You shake your head and whisper out and “i’m fine”. He continues staring at you and you loom down at your lap. “Y/n?” You look back up at him and he is staring very intensely at you. “Are you okay?” You shake your head again and he sighs. “You can talk to me whats wrong?” “Nothing I swear Jake just turn the movie back on.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue at you. He scoots closer to you and you feel your heartbeat get faster.

He puts his hand on the top of your knee, goosebumps shoot up on your whole body. “I need you to be honest with me Y/n, I think I know what you need but I need to hear you say it.” You look up at him feeling nervous. “Jake pleas-” “please what y/n?” Suddenly you feel a rush of confidence come over you and say “touch me.” You feel yourself being pulled up onto his lap, looking down at him. “You’re 100% sure?” You nod and he smiles.

You lean down connecting your lips with him. Your not sure what came over you but you immediately tangle your hands in his hair and grind down against him. Jake moves his hands down to your butt, grabbing you to grind down harder against him.

You whimper against his lips and he bucks his hips up into yours. Your lips separate for the first time and you and him are both panting looking at eachother. “Come on baby lets go to your room you deserved to be fucked in a bed.” You giggle as you stand up and follow him to your room. Once you make it to your room you sit down on your bed waiting for Jake to shut the door.

“Lay down for me?” You nod and position yourself so you’re lying comfortably on your bed. He walks towards your bed and you start to get extremely nervous. He seems to pick up on this “Are you sure you’re ok with this?” You nod eagerly “Yeah i’m just a little nervous”. You admit and he sits down next to you on the bed. “Don’t be nervous baby I’ve got you okay?”

You nod again and he smiles a little bit “Good girl”. He says and you feel your stomach tighten over it and he lays on top of you bringing his lips back down onto yours. You bring your hands back up to grab his hair and his hands go down to rest next to your head, holding himself up. You can’t even begin to describe the feeling of his lips on yours, having dreamt about him for years.

The way he kisses feels so dominant, his soft pillowy lips overtaking yours, his heavy body pressing yours into the bed. You remove your fingers from his hair, bringing your hands down to grip his waist, and he groans into your mouth.

“God Y/n you’re driving me crazy”. He says and you feel yourself grow more wet at the sight of him. He’s looking into your eyes, they’re darker than normal and slightly narrowed down at you, his lips puffy and red, with his hair slightly tousled. “Jake”. You whine out with the intensity he’s looking at you, feeling yourself slowly start to go a little stupid. “What baby tell me what you need”.

“Please Jake touch me”. You stutter out as he starts leaving kisses down your neck, stopping every so often to suck a mark onto your neck. He suddenly sits up and grabs the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head. You’ve never caught him shirtless before but god you’re glad you haven’t so you can properly appreciate it.

You honestly always knew Jake was hot but man did he exceed your expectations. You reach out to run your hand down his chest before he suddenly grabs your wrist. “Your turn”. He says grabbing the hem of your shirt before suddenly pulling it over your head. He moves his head back down to start kissing around your waist, leaving kisses down it before he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

He hooks his fingers into your waistband pulling your shorts down leaving you just in your panties. “Wow you’re so gorgeous”. He says while opening your legs and placing a kiss on your panty covered core.

You shiver at the contact and he reaches up to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “Jake please”. He laughs a little bit before saying “Don’t worry baby I won’t tease you, I’ll take care of you”. He repositions himself to be kneeling on your floor head level with your core. He grabs your hips pulling you to the end of the bed before licking a strip up your core.

It has been so long since the last time you have had sex, so you already feel so wound up. You guess that this was the perks of getting with an older guy, he definitely knew what he was doing. You pretty much feel him everywhere he’s got his whole mouth on you, using his tongue to flick your clit. So overwhelmed you reach your hand down to grip his hair, accidentally yanking it in the process.

Much to your surprise he moans right into your pussy, causing you to throw your head back against the bed. “Pull my hair again baby”. He basically moans out and you don’t think twice before pulling again. When he moans against you again you swear that you could cum right there. “God Jake I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim and that seems to spur him on even more. Bringing one of his hands towards you he breaks away for a second, spitting on your core, before sticking one of his fingers inside you.

You feel your back start to arch off the bed and he doesn’t hesitate to shove another finger inside of you. “I’m cumming,” you cry out feeling your orgasm take over you, shaking while riding it out. When Jake pulls away he looks almost worse than you.

Hair a mess, eyes blown out and mouth glistening with your release, it makes you open your legs again out of impulse. His eyebrow raises up at this smirking before saying “Oh? You want me again angel. Need my mouth on you again?” Before you can even say anything he leans down to start again. “Oh fuck Jake!” You squeeze your eyes shut, your back arching off the bed. “Take it baby you’re gonna need to be ready to take my cock”

You already feel your 2nd orgasm approaching, still being sensitive from your last one. You start to feel yourself going genuinely dumb and that is the excuse you’re gonna use for the next thing coming out of your mouth. “Daddy please”. As soon as the words come out of your mouth your eyes shoot open looking down to see his reaction. You feel the warmth of his mouth leave you and you immediately start to apologize.

“Jake I'm so sorry I don’t know why I said that I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable”. He lets out a little laugh before undoing his belt. “Oh angel you have no idea, I need to be inside you right now”. He slides his pants along with his underwear and when you see the size of his cock you gulp.

He’s genuinely one of the if not the biggest you’ve ever seen and you think if you were in a cartoon your eyes would have become little hearts. “Like what you see, angel?” You nod and he clicks his tongue. “Now baby why don’t you beg daddy to fuck your little hole with his big cock”.

“Please daddy need you to fuck me!” You cry out and he seems to take mercy on you. “Normally I wouldn’t give in that easy angel but god I need to fuck you. Daddy will train you up for him another day. Do I need a condom angel?” You rapidly shake your head no, “I’m on birth control”. He walks back over to the bed speaking again “Flip over on your tummy princess”. You move on your shaky hands to flip yourself over.

You feel him move behind you grabbing your hips pulling you up and back so you’re right on the edge of the bed. “You ready for me baby? I’m gonna fuck you so good gonna ruin you for anyone else”. You feel your arms start to shake more, this time with anticipation. “God please fuck me!”

You feel him rub the tip of his cock up and down your lips before pressing into your entrance. You feel like all the air is ripped from your lungs gasping out as you feel his fat cock split your hole open. “Holy shit!” You whine out as he finally bottoms out, filling you so much you swear you feel him in your stomach. “Yeah angel you feel how well you take me? My thick cock splitting your little pussy open. Fuck you’re squeezing my cock so well”. He stays buried all the way in you before pulling his hips back slamming his cock into you.

The force behind his thrust sends you forward on the bed, falling forwards, your arms too weak to hold yourself up. “That’s right angel take it, take my cock. Fuck you’re so wet your dripping onto the bed baby. I made you that wet?”. You frantically shake your head yes “God yes Jake you make me so wet! Wanted you for so long!”. He continues using his strength to send you flying forward with every thrust before speaking again.

“Yeah you think of me? Every time you fucked one of those college boys, were you thinking of me. Those boys don’t even know how to treat you, how to fuck you right, they couldn’t handle a pussy like yours. Daddy’s got you now baby and he’s gonna fuck you so good your hole is never gonna be able to take any cock but mine again. Your pussy is gonna be molded to the shape of me by the time I'm done with you”.

By the time he finishes his sentence he’s got your stomach pressed against the bed with one of his big hands against the small of your back, leaning over you whispering in your ear. You genuinely think you’re drooling, barely able to keep your mouth closed, your head going completely limp, your eyes looking down at the comforter on your bed.

“That’s a good little slut just take me just like that. I can feel you tightening against me, you gonna cum soon? Cum all over daddy’s cock?” You barely even register the words coming out of his mouth, barely able to think about anything but his cock. You feel a hand grip the back of your head, pulling it up to place your back flush against his chest. His other hand reaches up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides of your throat, adding more to the haze you’re already feeling.

“Don’t tell me i’ve fucked you that dumb already angel. So stupid on my cock that you can’t even answer me? I asked you, “Are you gonna cum?”. Mustering up the rest of your energy you clear your dry throat “Please daddy i’m gonna cum! Please let me cum.”

He chuckles a little bit before pushing your torso forward on the bed again, letting you fall against the bed. “Go ahead angel cum all over my cock”. You feel your whole body go limp just letting him use you while riding out your orgasm. “God angel I'm gonna cum”. You can barely even hear him too tired after your orgasm but you whisper out a please. Soon after you feel him cum inside of you, pumping you full.

You feel him pull out of you and you feel his hands pull you softly onto your back to lay on the bed. You feel the bed move and you hear some shuffling before you feel the bed dip again. You feel something cold against your core and you look down to see Jake wiping you down with a wipe. He wipes himself off as well before throwing the wipe in the garbage can next to your bed. He brings you closer to him, laying you on his chest you feel his chest rumble as he starts to speak.

“You okay angel?” With your hoarse throat you’re able to answer him. “Yeah Jake i’m ok”. He lets out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sorry if I was too rough”. You giggle a little bit craning your neck to look up at him before saying “It’s ok honestly I really enjoyed that”. He smiles down at you before responding with “Yeah I really enjoyed that too”.

“God what am I gonna do?” He asks rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands and you speak confused. “What do you mean?” He removes his hands from his eyes and looks down at you. “Now that i’ve had you i am not gonna be able to let you go”. You smile up at him before responding with “Well you won’t have to because i’m not letting you go either”.

[peppermintquartz]

hii could you write something about when tommy and buck meet at madney's wedding, but this time tommy comes as chim's friend instead of buck's date. maybe it’s a year after the breakup since maddie wanted to wait to have the wedding until after she gave birth. maybe in this scenario buck and tommy are on good terms (or not? for more angst? it's up to you) and one of them asks the other to dance? honestly, I just want to see them dance😭 thank you! 💖

I tweaked the prompt slightly because there's a special party for the first birthdays of a Korean baby, and I thought it'd be sweet to celebrate that culture

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Doljanchi

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The music is cheerful and everyone is in high spirits. Buck is moving around the party, taking the opportunity to top up the trays of pastries and snacks while baby Joon-ki is propped on his little 'throne', dressed in an adorable green hanbok, after he finally woke up from his afternoon nap.

Everyone is waiting to take photos with him, and so no one is really looking at the door. Buck is counting the number of eclairs and thinking if he will need to run out for something when he hears someone clearing their throat softly.

"Buck."

Buck stands and turns around, heart involuntarily skipping a beat. He knows Tommy has been invited - Chimney told him - but seeing his ex in the flesh is still startling. Tommy's in a navy blue sports jacket and a pale gray polo over those jeans that hug his thighs.

"Tommy," Buck says, smiling politely. They've bumped into each other a handful of times since the breakup, and each time it was awkward, but they have not really had the opportunity to talk to each other, except for brief hellos and goodbyes.

Buck has found time to 'explore his options' since then. Men and women. Dated two other guys, never for more than four months. And he took the time to really think about which part of the rainbow he belonged to - he hadn't done that while he was with Tommy, because he thought it didn't matter, he had his boyfriend and that was enough for him - but then he went on a learning binge after.

He still thinks Tommy's statement about protecting his own heart is bullshit.

Tommy hands him a wrapped box. "For, uh, for the baby."

Buck takes it and tucks it under his arm. "Thanks. Help yourself to the food. I'll, uh, I'll get you a drink."

"Okay. Thanks."

It's so stilted and tense between them. Buck hates it. Fleeing to the kitchen, he digs out a bottle of the beer Tommy prefers. (He knows Tommy is going to be here. He's helping Maddie and Chim be good hosts. That's all.)

When he gets back to the living room where Joon-ki is holding court, surrounded by two sets of doting grandparents, he can't find Tommy. Part of him thinks that Tommy's gone again, too much of a coward to stay and pretend they can be friends.

And the other part of him wishes he can let it go already.

Then he spies Tommy kneeling on the floor in the corner where Jee Yun is, her little face pink and her lips pouting. Tommy has another wrapped box and he's giving it to her with a flourish, and she beams at him and hugs him around the neck.

She liked him, Buck remembers.

After the girl runs back to the table where her little brother is perched, Buck goes to Tommy and offers him a hand to stand up. Tommy glances at him, startled, and takes the assistance.

"Here," Buck passes him the beer. He checks his watch. "They're gonna do the doljabi in about five minutes."

"The what-bee?"

"Doljabi. It's some fortune-telling game. Supposed to tell what the baby's gonna be when he grows up."

Tommy stays for the game, stays to shake Maddie's hand and to give Chimney a hug, to take photos with Jee-yun and Joon-ki.

He stays late enough for dinner - the Lees supplied them with a dazzling assortment of Korean dishes - and it almost feels friendly, a few jokes traded around the adults while the kids have their own fun.

Baby Joon-ki is already in his cot, and Buck takes a moment to watch over his sleeping nephew. Then a shadow blocks the light from the hall.

"Hey," says Tommy softly.

"Hey." Buck smiles at him, genuine now. Tommy comes into the room when Buck inclines his head in invitation. "Kid's wiped out."

"It's been pretty momentous." Tommy slips his hands into his pockets. "Adorable kid though."

They stand side by side, watching the baby, and music filters into the room. For a moment, Buck could almost believe this is my child, this is my husband.

"How have you been?" Buck asks. "Anyone new in your life?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Haven't had time." He takes a deep breath. "I heard from Eddie that you, uh, you broke up with that lifeguard. Jay?"

"Ray," says Buck. Then he licks his lips. "We never did dance at Maddie's wedding. Can I ask you for one?"

"Now?"

Buck holds up a hand and tilts his head, a small flutter of a smile on his lips. "Now."

For a heartbeat, Tommy looks like he wants to refuse. Then he exhales and takes Buck's hand, accepts the other hand at his waist.

As they sway to the music, Buck looks directly at Tommy. It helps that they are of the same height. "I miss you. It's been over a year, and I still miss you."

Tommy blinks at him, perhaps surprised at the confession. His answering smile is small and tentative. "Yeah, me too."

"Can we try again?" Buck asks, still swaying slowly, guiding them in a small circle around the baby's room. "You can't say that I don't know what I want now. I've done my exploring. I've done my learning. And I am more than ever certain that you are who I want to be my last."

"I want to try again," Tommy replies, equally quietly, reverently. "I went to therapy again, unpacked... unpacked a lot of the shit I said that night. It was unfair to you."

"Not entirely untrue though."

"I wouldn't know." Tommy pauses, and then adds, "I'd like to find out."

Buck smiles. He feels lighter, clearer than he has for a long time. "So... you'll call me Evan again?"

Tommy sighs, smiles back. "I never stopped thinking of you as Evan. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good. Be sorry." Buck cradles Tommy's cheek and draws him in. "We'll try again. No more running, okay? Rough times, or if either of us do something stupid, we talk it out. Promise me that."

"Of course."

[pregobirthlvr]

Just one?

World count: 1424

(Contains pregnancy, labor, birth)

I insisted on just one. Just one baby then we can be done. I just wanted to see what you’d look like filled up with my baby. You finally agreed to try and not soon after you announced you were pregnant.

Now 9 months along you have to groan as you white knuckle the railing and slowly make your way down the stairs. You’re huge, the baby inside is massive and weighs heavy on your fame. Most doctors have recommended bed rest at this point in the pregnancy. You, on the other hand, insisted on moving around. Even this close to your due date you waddled around the house, your huge belly swaying while sticking out in front of you.

Due to your huge belly, nothing fits over it. Your massive and round stomach is constantly exposed for everyone to see. All you can comfortably wear these days is a pair of panties and a bra, that your milk filled breasts spilled out of. You’re so big even if we go out and manage to squeeze you into some clothes, your belly sticks out in every shirt. Even the ones we bought a few sizes bigger in anticipation of you getting larger.

Recently, I’ve constantly watched as you knock things over with that bare belly. After each time you had to come to me to tell me what problem your huge belly caused. And each time I’d smile at you, tell you it was okay, and rub your belly gently. The skin had become so stretched even the slightest touch had you crying out from the sensation of it. Still you loved whenever I would touch it.

-

When you finally went into labor, 4 days overdue, you were out in the garden. You felt a few stronger contractions but you didn’t think anything of it. Until one bad one sent you almost falling over and gripping the fence to stay up.

I could see you from the kitchen window, watching you to see if you needed help. You weren’t trying to head inside so I figured it wasn't that serious yet. I decided to not intervene and just watch you go through a few contractions. When I finally saw you start to walk back towards the house I opened the back door.

“How are you?” I ask, after I see you notice me looking at your exaggerated waddle.

“I’m in labor,” You say quickly to me. You don’t look too panicked but I can tell you’re stressed.

“Let’s get you inside,” I say and quickly rush you in.

We had been preparing the last couple days for when your labor started. The spare bedroom had been converted into a birthing room. There was a bed, pool in the corner, a stack of fresh towels, water bottles, and pile of pillows of various sizes.

You begin to groan next to me. I can tell it's another contraction. You try to hide it by gripping the door frame for the spare bedroom.

“Come on let's get you resting,” I say and lead you into the bedroom.

We get you on the bed and comfortable. At least as relaxed as you can be with steadily growing painful contractions. You smile at me, thanking me for the help before another contraction is running through you.

We try to find distraction for you as you labor. Turning on the Tv, playing music, even just talking about work. But none of them lasted very long. Eventually you got tired of sitting in bed and requested to move to the couch.

You wiggled your way to the side of the bed. I grabbed your hands and helped you to your feet. We made the trip to the living room. It took much longer since you had to waddle your way there through a contraction. You didn’t stop though, only held onto me and breathed through it.

When we finally arrived you were panting and your legs were tired from having the trip take so long. I gently sat you down on the couch.

“I should check how far along you are,” I say.

“Okay,” You reply.

We slide down your panties. You spread your legs as far apart as you can. I duck under your belly and start to look inside you.

“I think it’s about 8 cm. So pretty open already but your water hasn’t broken yet.” I let you know.

After checking you is done, I sit down next to you and flip the tv on. I gently rub your belly as we watch it. You moaned and pant next to me for a few episodes of some reality tv show.

You were shifting around next to me when I suddenly heard a gasp from you. “I think my water broke.”

I look down between your legs. The couch was wet and your belly looks lower. “Yeah, I think so too.”

You start to let out a real loud groan and grab my hand. You squeeze it tightly, moaning and gasping through what I can tell is a harsh contraction. When you finally let me go, I stand quickly.

“We should get you to a better location,” I suggest.

You nod, “Yes. The birthing pool, fill it up please.”

“I’ll get it ready. Hold tight,” I say and run off to start the preparations.

It doesn’t take long for me to set everything up. Still when I return to you you’re panting and pushing through a contraction.

“You’re pushing already?” I quickly observe.

“My body told me to,” You manage to get out while pushing.

“Let me check to make sure you’re far enough along,” I say. I make my way in front of you and start to look between your legs. “Okay yeah you’re far enough along. Let’s get you moving to the bedroom as fast as we can.”

“Let’s go now,” you pant. “My contraction just ended.”

I got you up from the couch and we managed to make it to the hallway before you had to stop and squat to push. Your legs spread far apart to accompany the head filling your birthing canal. I squat behind you and rub your back and say encouraging things as you push.

When your contraction ends I offer you a hand to stand. You shake your head and begin to crawl to the bedroom, your belly rubbing the floor while you slowly make your way. You stop to push only once before you manage to make it there.

I’ve walked in before you to check the water in the pool. Seeing the pool a decent amount full, I turn the hose off just as I see you enter. I quickly come over and undo your bra, leaving you completely naked and ready to get in.

“Let me know when you’re good to get in,” I say.

You don’t have time to answer before you groan through another contraction. You move your hips around and breathe through the pain. When it ends you quickly tell me to get you in the pool. I grab your hands and help you off the floor and into the pool.

The next contraction starts just as you sink down into the warm water. You push hard, the head just begins to peak out of your stretched hole.

“I can see it!” I say excitedly.

“I can feel him coming out too,” you pant out between contractions. They were almost on top of each other now, barely letting you take any sort of break.

You groan and push again. That groan turns into a scream as the baby reaches its full crown. The large head stretches your vagina to its limits. You shake and push to try and get it all the way out.

“One more…” I say, seeing how far out the head is.

You take a few deep breaths then push once more. The head comes popping out with a gush of fluids, staining the water. You fall back catching your breath for a moment.

“Almost done,” you whine. You then amp yourself up for one last big push. While you rub the head between your thighs as yoi wait for the next contraction. Soon you feel it, and with a final big push the baby slips free.

You fall back in the pool as I place the baby on your chest.

“You did it!” I say proudly.

“Yeah,” You turn your head away from the baby and up at me to say, “You know I think I could maybe have another one.”

[chaiihuo]

୨ৎ 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 . . . ft. boothill

boothill x f. reader. fluff. sillies. dialog heavy at the end. selfship coded uwu.

boothill doesn't like free rides. he doesn't like the idea of being in debt to someone. so when he moved in with you, he insisted on doing something for you in return.

his first idea was paying your rent, it wouldn't go against his rule of not using dirty money for leisure. rent isn't a leisure, it's a necessity. but you refused. you'd go 50/50 on the rent. sometimes 60/40 if you worked less hours any particular month.

but it still didn't seem all that even to him. even though he was helping you out financially, he still noticed that you did so much more around the house. you cooked meals, cleaned the kitchen, took out the garbage, took care of your cat. he'd watch you from the couch everyday as you went around the house doing all the chores. it made him feel like some sort of dead beat.

he finally snapped one day, he was sick and tired of laying around while he watched you do chores, taking care of him, yourself, the home. he hated it.

"give me some chores to do," he said, stepping into the kitchen where you were cleaning up from lunch. you stopped in your tracks, looking at him blankly for a moment before shaking your head.

"no," you said, "you have a busy job. i can do the chores"

boothill didn't like that answer. "you have a busy job too" he said "if you can work and do chores, so can i can" he left the kitchen for just a moment, before returning with a notebook and pen. "just make a list of chores i can do"

you let out a heavy sigh, boothill wasn't a man to argue with, "alright" you said, "just let me finish this up first, okay ?"

you finished cleaning up the kitchen, and took the notebook and pen from boothill. sitting down on the couch next to him, you propped your feet up, using your thigh as a firm surface to rest the notebook on. you thought hard, making a list of chores for boothill to do around the house, separating the list into daily chores, and weekly chores. it consisted of things like taking the trash out, bringing the bins out to the streets on garbage pickup day, feeding the cat, and a few others. it was mostly chores you didn't like doing as much. things that were yucky, or stinky, or involved heavy lifting.

it was rough for the first few weeks of boothill having chores. they always seemed to slip his mind whenever he needed to do them. it wasn't entirely his fault, he really didn't mean to forget it. his mind was just always filled with so many different thoughts, and ideas, and things he needed and wanted to do, that the chores just didn't cross his mind sometimes. if what he needed to do wasn't right in front of him, he just forgot it existed entirely.

or, he would see what he needed to do, he'd see that the box of cat food was running low, and that he needed to bring more in from the garage, or he'd see that the trash needed to be taken out. but it would be while he was doing something else, and he'd always tell himself that he'd do it once he finished the first thing he was doing, he had a list of a million more things he wanted to do, and the chores would go neglected once again.

he tried really hard to remember, he wasn't sure why his brain worked in the way it did. and he always felt awful when you'd come home and see that he'd once again failed to do his share of chores. and when he tried to do them, you'd insist it was okay, and did them yourself. he could see you were disappointed and frustrated whenever you came home, and it made him feel awful.

he worked hard to do better at remembering his chores, and he started getting better. but he still forgot them more often than not.

he'd go through the house everyday, checking every room for anything he needed to do. going through a mental checklist of his assigned chores, checking everything off his list one by one.

the first day that he realized that he had finished all of his tasks, without even realizing it, he couldn't help the excited feeling he felt. he waited for you to come home from the market, greeting you with an all too excited smile.

"what's got you so giddy, boots ?" you asked him, unable to not return his smile.

"i got everythin' done today" he said proudly "i didn't forget a single chore"

you raised your brow, "oh really ?" you asked

"really really" boothill said with a nod of his head. "i ain't a man to lie, darlin'"

"you took out the trash ?" you asked. he nodded. "and took the bins out to the street" he nodded again. "and you brought molly's food in ?"

"and switched out the litter" he added

"well look at you" you said "i am impressed"

"ain't cha ?" boothill replied "i am too"

you let out a breathy laugh through your nose "and now you just gotta keep it up through tomorrow, and next week. and the week after that."

[leafy-m]

So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

don't want to declare victory for the war on ants quite yet but i think i did win a battle...

[masquerade-of-misery]

Okay, I know it's Halloween soon, but WHY DID THE GODDAMN HANDHELD VACUUM IN THE KITCHEN TURN ON BY ITSELF?????

[deathpxrception]

I swear there’s no such thing as normal people in my life IRL anymore

[exopelagic]

talking to him more very much achieved. we just talked for like 4 hours in the kitchen holy shit I need to sleep

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP

✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.

author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)

“did you tell them we’re back together?”

satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.

“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.

since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.

“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 

“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.

“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 

“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.

“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.

“boo, you whore.”

you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”

satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 

“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.

“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.

“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”

satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”

you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.

satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”

you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”

your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”

“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”

“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”

and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”

this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.

“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”

“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.

you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 

you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.

“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 

satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.

even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 

“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.

“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 

satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.

“maybe.”

“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.

so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.

“okay,” you whisper. 

satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”

you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.

one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 

satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”

“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 

“as you wish, princess.”

satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.

you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”

he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”

you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”

[cntloup]

simon stands still, his heart melting and his lips forming an adoring smile as his eyes land on your sleeping form on the couch.

you decided to take a nap, your naps getting longer and more frequent since the fatigue has increased over the last few weeks.

earlier today, he helped you when you emptied your stomach, slouched over the toilet while sobbing as he rubbed your back and cooed praises and reassuring remarks to you.

when you felt the nausea die down a bit and fatigue taking over, you flopped on the couch and nodded off pretty quickly as simon went over all the stuff in the kitchen to make you something simple that you can stomach right now.

he left the kitchen to check up on you and found the most beautiful scene before him, his lovely wife who's carrying his child, his whole world resting before his eyes.

your hand rests on your exposed belly instinctively. you're not showing yet. it's been only three months since you've become pregnant.

you shift a bit in your place on the couch as your eyes slowly flutter open upon feeling a pair of eyes on you only to be met by your loving husband standing over you while his eyes sparkle with pure love.

"hey, si." your lips curve in a hazy smile and he steps forward to kneel beside you, taking your hand in his and whispering "i love you."

"i love you too, baby." you murmur back as he lifts your hand and presses a soft kiss on the back of your palm.

"what's wrong, love?" you ask worriedly after you witness a stray tear leave his eye and you try to sit up.

you caress his cheek and wipe the tear away, "nothing, baby. everything is perfect." he mutters with a soft smile and slightly turns his head to kiss your palm.

and a wide grin makes its way to your lips as it dawns on you what he means and you move forward to embrace him tightly in your arms. everything is truly perfect.

[ohmygraves]

simon who came back really, really late at night and was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. he was out for a really tiring mission and returned to his spouse sleeping soundly on the bed, didn't even bother showering and just stripping his clothes down because it was just god awful nasty after being marinated in it for days. he was out in seconds, on his side of the bed, likely flopped his arms and legs over his spouse too without realizing.

he was awake like twelve hours later, still so tired and didn't even notice that he was alone on the bed. his old clothes were gone from the bedroom floor, he's got some water on the nightstand and his nasty, dirt-crusted phone is clean and charged next to it (you could only clean so much of it, that thing is likely beyond dirty but he refused to get a new one unless it died on him).

taking a long swig of the water, he heard faint chopping sounds from the kitchen, and a nice tasty smell wafting through the air. it smells really good, you're likely in the middle of cooking something, and he already missed work anyway.

he went to grab his old t-shirts (likely the one you were wearing sometime before he came home) and walked towards the kitchen, following the yummy scent. he didn't even check the time, but he was so hungry that time is no concern of his at this point.

there he sees you, standing over the counter chopping some vegetables, and he was instantly transported to his childhood home. watching his mom cook from the doorway to the kitchen, hearing that chopping sounds from the wooden cutting board, and something tasty boiling over the stove. some soup, maybe?

you didn't notice him, you were too busy trying to cook something, dropping some of that vegetable into the pot and letting it boil, and only noticed him when you turned around to grab something from the fridge. simon didn't even approach you, just standing there staring at you, and you're wondering if everything is okay. he was usually quiet but this was odd seeing as somehow he seems like he's got his mind somewhere else.

"simon, i didn't even hear you come in." you sighed, trying to calm your racing heart when he spooked you, "sorry, food will be ready in a bit, just wait for a moment."

simon snapped out of his daydream, shaking his head as he approached you, hugging you from behind. he didn't say anything, just hiding his face at the crook of your neck.

you're not sure what's wrong with him for being so quiet, but you could assume the gist of it as you felt his tears dropping against your skin.

[wcters]

𝟮𝟰 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 + 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗥𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k+

summary: your view of the behind the scenes and video of “i ate and trained like lando norris for 24 hours”

warnings: swearing, some pda, sexual innuendos, flirting | here’s some redemption for lando, this may suck because i need to get better at writing transitions, please watch the video titled in the summary for context 😚

You were awoken by the feeling of a finger grazing your hip. You mumbled something incoherent and went to go back to sleep when you felt a kiss on your cheek. “Time to get up.” You heard your boyfriend whisper from behind you. “Go away.” You mumbled, still not fully awake and angry that you had been woken up. “Unless you want to be caught walking around in just a shirt and underwear in front of a camera, you need to get up.”

You let out a groan and rubbed your eyes as you remembered what day it was. Lando was filming a Quadrant video with Ethan and the man who rivalled you in how much you love your boyfriend, Morgan ━━ otherwise known as “Angry Ginge”. You and him had a rivalry, though it was just fun and games, and Lando and Morgan make it known a lot. “Fine, fine.” You shooed him away with a movement of your hand and moved to lay on your back as you finally opened your eyes.

When you looked around, you were blessed with the sight of your boyfriends bare back as he changed into a basic hoodie and pants. You let out a wolf whistle and he turned around to face you with a look on his face. “What? Can’t appreciate my wonderful boyfriend?” He laughed and turned around to continue. “As long as I can do the same to my girlfriend.”

The two of you fell into a quiet conversation of how the day was going to go as you willed yourself to get up from your extremely comfy bed to get ready. “What time is it anyway?” You had a habit of keeping your phone plugged in in the living room because even though your boyfriend was a multimillionaire, the plug in on your side of the bed was shitty and both of you don’t bother to get it fixed. You didn’t mind it too much though. When Lando wasn’t away at races, he was here with you and he’d let you know the time. When he wasn’t, you’d use the plug in on his side because you sleep on his side when he’s away anyway.

“Around 7:15. Wanted to give you time to shower and put makeup on if you needed to.” He replied, heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You hummed in acknowledgment even though he couldn’t hear you and you finished getting dressed before heading to the bathroom to do your skincare and put makeup on. By the time you were done doing that and made your way into the kitchen it was 7:45. As Lando got prepared for filming, you spent the rest of the time cleaning up things around the house. It wasn’t messy, per se, but you wanted the house to look good for the guests and the boys. You know both Morgan and Ethan wouldn’t care about some coffee mugs left on the table or some blanket strewn about, but you didn’t care.

As you unplugged your phone to check the time and see if you had any missed messages the doorbell rang. You put your phone down as to not be rude. You had met Ethan before, but you’d never met Ginge in person before. You heard the door open and greetings being said before there are footsteps and the four figures come into view. You hug Ethan while telling him you missed him and hoped he’s doing good before making your way over to Ginge. “Y/n.” He said as if a brawl is about to start. You play along, “Morgan.” There’s silence as the camera films the encounter before you hug and greet each other. “It’s nice to meet you in person.” You tell him as you pull away. “You two, I guess.” He joked. You roll your eyes.

“Well, welcome in.” Lando interrupted as he gestures to the apartment. You lead the boys through a tour of the house as you point out different rooms ━━ and you add on embarrassing stories about Lando that make him blush.

“He takes up more space with his trophy’s than with you,” Ginge teased as he looked at the trophies on the side table in the living room. Lando opened his mouth to respond but you do it first. “At least we have trophies to put out? What do you have? The award for most annoying person ever?” Morgan started to rant and you laugh as you lean into Lando’s body. “We hang photos elsewhere.” You answer seriously this time. “All the embarrassing ones stay in the camera roll though. I wear a bonnet to bed and Lando thinks it’s hilarious and takes pictures every time. I’ve tried to get him to wear one as it’s good at protecting your hair, but he claimed he couldn’t sleep with it.” “I couldn’t!” “I’d pay to see that.”

Morgan played with the box and ended up breaking it ━━ you know how to fix it, you’re prepared, and you all make conversations as they set up the “interview” spot in the living room and film them. After that, you all make your way to the kitchen. “That better not be what we’re eatin’.” Ginge exclaimed as Lando opened the door to the fridge. “This is your breakfast, my friend.” Lando smiled and pointed to the containers. Morgan turned to you, “are you eating that?” You shook your head and let out a ‘no’. “That’s for him and you guys, I get my own food.” You tell them. “I want whatever that is because it has to be better than this.”

“This might be one of the best breakfasts you’ll ever have.” Lando told them. “Mate, that looks like you ate reakfast and then threw it up.” Ethan joked. “It’s actually not bad,” you interrupted as you started to make your breakfast, “I’ve had it before. It’s quite good, although I’m not a fan of cinnamon.” “It has cinnamon in it?” Ginge asked. “Apple, cinnamon, and pecan.” Lando answered. They chat about the texture and make fun of it as you finish making your breakfast.

“You normally up at this time?” Morgan questioned Lando. “Yeah.” “What about you y/n?” “Depends on the day,” you reply, “I’m normally not up this early but with travelling and work it changes.” “What time do you go to bed?” Morgan continued. “Depends.” “On what?” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “If they’re going at it, dirty bastards.” You laugh and Lando blushes at that. “It’s not always nighttime.” You winked at them before heading into the dining room and turning on your computer. You worked from home which made it easier to visit Lando at races. Most of them you went to, but sometimes you had to stay home as you had an important meeting or had to head into your works headquarters. You wanted to take the time you had right now to finish sending some emails and editing work before the day officially started.

There was some more conversation before Lando kissed your head and let you know that they were going to go do some training. A couple minutes passed before you were done replying to emails and things. “Y/n?” Lando called out to you from the workout room. “What?” You called back as you got up and closed your laptop. “Where are the workout bands?” “I think they’re in the bedroom.” You crossed your arms as you made your way into the hallway facing the room. “How have the workout bands made it to the bedroom?” Ethan asked out loud. “I do yoga in there because I like to watch my show while I do it,” you answered, “always so dirty minded Ethan.” You shake your head with a smile on your face.

Lando comes back with them and they continue with what they were doing before, obviously with some jokes ━━ especially about the mirror you have in there ━━ and Ginge “flirting” with your boyfriend. You joined in on some things like the planking and the stretches, but you opted out of most of it. Who could blame you? You preferred to ogle your boyfriend. You did the same when they moved on to the cryotherapy. “You not joinin’ us? Coward.” Morgan teased you as you stood behind the camera. “Mate, I do not need to be in -110 degrees. I didn’t do that full workout.” As they went in, you could hear the jokes and the laughing that was happening in there.

You turned to the camera to speak. “I’ve done that before, and let’s just say I never want to do it again. I felt like my tits were going to fall off. Their reactions are valid.” You told the camera as you knew their footage from inside was going in. When the three minutes were up, you let the boys know and they came rushing out as soon as the door was opened. “Mate, that was freezing.” Ethan said as he came out. “I felt the cold when the door was opened, I can’t imagine how you guys feel,” You laughed, “If you’re still cold when we get back to the house I’ll give you some blankets.”

The boys and you came home around one pm after the cryotherapy and they sat around the dining table as they get introduced to their lunch. You had leftovers from when you went out for dinner a couple days ago so you were eating that. Since this morning, you could tell that the boys were probably going to hate the menu today. You felt a little bad, but also thought it was funny. It was their video idea. You could hear Morgan’s complaining in the kitchen.

“What’s this though?” You hear Ginge ask as you enter the dining room. “Radish.” You answer as you take a peice of chicken from Lando’s bowl and put in your mouth. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” Ginge exclaimed once he puts the radish in his mouth. “I’ll just eat the mango, I’m not having anything else.” Ginge said with a furrow in his brow. “No, eat all of it.” “You can’t force it down my throat. “Here,” you started as you swallowed your bite, “eat what you can and you can have this. It’s still quite healthy but I assume it’s things you like.” You traded your meal with his. “I like those so I’ll eat them.” The camera panned to Lando and his face of disbelief. “I don’t know how you can like that.” Morgan glanced between you and the plate with disgust. You shrugged, “his nutritionist makes good food.” Ethan made a face that obviously says he disagrees and Lando laughs. “How often do you have this?” Morgan asked him as he takes a bit of your food. “About five times a week.” Lando answered, “though sometimes I’ll have leftovers like y/n was.”

“Do you ever get bored of this and think ‘fuck it, I’ll have a pizza’?” Lando laughs and then nods. “All the time.” You revealed to them, “though he’s usually good at sticking with that.” You point to the bowl in front of him. “Does y/n eating regular food make you jealous?” Ethan questioned and you laugh at the choice of words. “Sometimes, but she eats healthy as well so it’s the same level of nutrition and tastes quite similarly.” Lando explained. “Sometimes I’ll sneak him a pizza though.” You reveal as you smirk. “Hey, I do that to myself all the time.” Morgan joked.

There was some quiet conversation as the boys started their game of Jenga before Ginge spoke up. “How’d you two meet?” He asked as Ethan was trying carefully to get a brick out. “I was actually doing a media internship with McLaren in 2021. I have to be honest, I had no idea who Lando was. I had heard of Lewis a couple times but I wasn’t a big F1 fan. McLaren was just an opportunity that popped up and I took it.” You explained to everyone. “So, officially ending the rumours, you’re not a gold digger?” Morgan asked as a joke. You hummed, “I can’t say that.” You laugh. “I’m just kidding, no, I’m not. We made a deal that we half most things but he just gets to the bill before me most of the time. I need to work on being quicker.” The camera panned to Lando as he ate. “I like to spoil her.” “I’d let you spoil me Lando.” Ginge winked as the brunette. You jokingly glare at him. “I’m sorry, he just loves me too much.” He continued to say, “he’s just afraid to admit it.” “Oh yeah, I’m sure.” You nod slowly.

“How did you ask her out?” Ethan asked Lando. He put a finger to his lips, “it’s a secret.” Because he wouldn’t tell everyone looked at you. “He doesn’t want to tell because it’s embarrassing. I’m not allowed to tell.” You told them the truth. It was. If he just felt it was embarrassing you would’ve told but it really was embarrassing. He had a whole plan of what he was going to do but when I happened he got nervous and fucked it. The boys begged to hear the story. “The only thing I’ll say is I’m surprised I said yes.”

“It was that bad?” Morgan asked in disbelief. “I mean, I knew you were bad at flirting but I didn’t think it was that bad.” Lando blushed and tried it come up with a response. “Even if I knew before he asked me out he was rich, that probably wouldn’t change my chances of saying no.” Both Ethan and Ginge grimaced. “Does Max know?” Ethan then asked. “Nope. No one knows except for me and Lando ━━ and maybe Daniel who might’ve witnessed it.” Lando then jokingly hit you on the back of the head and you knew it was time to stop. You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him.

The next thing that Lando had planned for them was sim racing. He explained how it works and what circuit it was set on before he got on it to set up a baseline for what time they needed to get. “Who do you thinks going to be the best?” Ethan asked you as Lando was in the chair. “I mean . . . Ethan doesn’t even have his license but in that one quadrant video where they tested everyone’s driving skills he did alright,” you answered, “it’s also happening on a screen. I’ve never seen you drive,” you pointed to Morgan, “but I don’t know if I’d trust you.” Ethan gave you a fist bump as the ginger put a hand over his heart. “That wounds me, y/n.” “Just being honest.” You shrugged. “Too honest in my opinion.”

After setting a time and letting Ethan have a practice go, he let the boys know they had to be within 4.5 seconds of his time - having changed it from 10 and then having a mini fight with Ginge. It was Ethan’s turn first at the simulator. He did pretty well in your eyes ━━ besides hitting a cone and sliding off the track. Compared to Ginge, he was excellent. You didn’t know what was happening with Morgan and what he was doing, but you did know it was incredibly funny . . . And you definitely took videos of him freaking out that totally weren’t for blackmail.

After he crashed for the millionth time and you laughing again, he turned his face to you. “Do you want to give it a go then?” He challenge you. “Sure.” You replied, sliding into the seat as he got up. You’d done the sim a few times. Mostly Lando trying to teach you and you not getting it, but other times you’d be bored at the house and try to give it a try. You think you did well with the two times you tried it. You only crashed once and went off a few times, and were only a little better than Ethan. Morgan kept yelling and saying it was clearly rigged and that the software was dogshit.

The day in Monaco ended with going out for dinner and Lando taking the boys out for a helicopter ride. You didn’t know this, but in the final video cut there’d be clips but together of you and Morgan bickering all throughout the video and whenever this would happen, the camera would show either Lando and Ethan with a look on their face. Even though you pretended to not like Morgan, he was a pretty good guy. You had a good time with him and Ethan ━━ especially singing karaoke in the car.

And for anyone’s information, you were definitely forced to get Lightning McQueen crocs against your will.

+ moment featured in morgan’s vlog

You stood at the passenger side of the car with your arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “What?” Morgan asked you. “Why you starin’ at me like that?” “That’s my seat.” You tell him as you make a movement with your head. He makes a face, “you don’t claim seats. And I got here first. In the back you go.” That’s when Lando made his war to the car and into the drivers seat. “That’s her seat, mate.” He told the ginger. He makes the same face as he did before. He shakes his head and gets up, pulling his phone out of his pocket and begins to film. “This is discrimination against the poor. I’m suing you.” You smile at him. “Too bad, I’m his girlfriend, I get the passenger seat.” “You just wait until he dumps you for me, babe. Then you’ll be sorry.” “When that day happens, you can get the story of how he asked me out.”

[andypantsx3]

LOADS OF FUN : TODOROKI x READER

SUMMARY: After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure why—but when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft (18+ only, minors please dni!), pro hero au, gn + afab reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional sex, table sex, cunnilingus, the shouto domesticity kink agenda goes absolutely crazy in this one lol (2.8k) NOTES: This piece is part of my pretty boy summer Shouto x Reader collab! Please go check out the other incredible fics people have written over the course of the summer; you will absolutely die over how good they are. This fic was also made possible through donations to the Fics for Gaza project. I cannot thank everyone who donated to one of the charities enough, as well as those who organized, reblogged, discussed, and got the word out. Lastly, I am so grateful for your immeasurable patience with me as I take time between fics to manage my workload, I hope I'm not too out of practice here lol. In summary: thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.

The sound of the door opening was hidden in the thump and glug of the washing machine starting its spin cycle.

Halfway across the house, you were oblivious—you had the clean laundry spread out on the kitchen table, hunting through the pile trying to match one of Shouto’s socks to another that seemed to have vanished into that mysterious void which opens somewhere between the laundry basket and the dryer. One of his shirts was half-folded over your shoulder, abandoned in favor of the sock search.

The rest of your things were still mostly tangled together on the table, warm and fresh and cottony, the few shirts you’d already folded sagging off the kitchen chairs.

It still gave you a little thrill—even several weeks after you’d moved in together—to see Shouto’s things twined up with yours—his enormous socks dwarfing yours, your sweaters clinging to the occasional piece of his hero suit that hadn’t seen enough action to need his agency’s industrial cleaners.

It all added to your sense of satisfaction with your afternoon—a frosty weekend day you’d spent cozy indoors, moving slowly and leisurely through some chores. A pot of soup simmered on the stove, and your favorite playlist worked itself through in lazy loops. Shouto was due off his rotation soon, and you hummed contentedly to yourself, entertaining pleased little fantasies of curling up with him for the rest of the weekend.

Which of course is when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your hum sawed up into a strangled screech, and you whipped around, flailing. Shouto’s sock launched itself full force at the intruder before you even registered you’d thrown it. In your shock, your leg caught against the table and you went stumbling—

—right into a pair of warm hands that caught you about the waist.

Your hands were on the man’s shoulders to push him off before you realized you recognized the touch—and that you’d caught sight of a distinct mop of scarlet and white hair as you’d whipped around.

“Shouto! Again?” you scolded reflexively, even as your heartbeat stuttered out of its wild kick into high gear. You tipped your head back to stare your boyfriend in the face, shoulders slumping in relief, letting him take some of your weight.

Shouto peered down at you, that tiny scrunch between his brows that indicated concern. “Are you alright, love?”

Your heartbeat pounded thunderously in your chest. “I’m—fine. But my god we need to get you a bell. I almost peed.”

Shouto’s mouth shifted minutely into something that might not have registered in anyone else’s face but was most definitely a regretful downturn on his. He looked even more unfairly beautiful than when he’d left you this morning—a little flushed and windswept from the unseasonable cold, that full mouth pink and pretty.

Your mind flicked momentarily off and back on like a circuit breaker, the way it always did when you had to process Shouto.

You’d understood he was once-in-a-generation levels of beautiful before you’d even met him, his face staring up at you from the glossy pages of various tabloids over the years. But in person, even after years of knowing him and several more dating him, Shouto’s appearance still managed to cross all the wires in a person’s brain. His features were an incomprehensible blend of aloof and elegant, sensual and warm—like a cold masterpiece of a marble sculpture had suddenly found himself with a consciousness and human desires and miles of warm skin.

“I did not mean to startle you,” he said, his voice low and warm. He sounded sincerely regretful.

You knew he hadn’t meant to—you’d long suspected his silent tread was habitually ingrained in him from years of hero work. And, in your most private and ungenerous thoughts, you suspected from years of making himself unobtrusive in his father’s home. The thought sat sour in your mouth, like a slice of pickled lemon.

You resisted making an equally sour face, shoving the thought away to make space for the reflexive flush of pleasure seeing Shouto always brought you.

“Welcome home, Sho,” you said instead, smiling up at him. Shouto’s hands moved on your waist, sliding gently beneath the hem of your tee-shirt to rest on the skin there.

He was still in his hero uniform, and as usual you felt a little goofy in comparison, in nothing but a tee and a well-loved pair of fraying sweatpants, which were this afternoon decorated with little flecks of soup from a brush with the pot.

But Shouto’s eyes were warm where they rested on you, and that perfect mouth crept back into a contented set. His long fingers smoothed over your skin as he watched you, thumb brushing your hip. He did not look like he found you at all goofy.

In fact, as his eyes dropped down to your ankles, slowly dragging back up to your face, you rather thought he looked a little appreciative. He even took a rather ungentlemanly step back, still holding you, to better take in the whole picture. His eyes wandered over the swell of your hip, the lines of the shirt against your chest, before darting to his own shirt, still folded over your shoulder.

His fingers flexed tellingly on your waist, and those heterochromatic eyes were both a little bit darker as they flicked back to yours.

His obvious regard made you feel warm. You shifted on your feet, shuffling.

“I was just—doing laundry,” you said for something to say, your mouth feeling kind of dry. Something about him always made you feel sort of shy and light-headed, even after all this time together. “And I made soup. I was thinking we could eat on the couch and watch one of those horrendous old All Might films?”

Shouto’s eyes darted to the stove, then beside you to the pile of your laundry, lingering for a long minute. His long lashes dipped, almost fluttering as his gaze traced over the tangle of your things together. His eyes flicked back to you. He was still for just a moment, watching you assessingly.

And then all of a sudden the world spun in front of your eyes. The hands at your waist lifted you clean off your feet, and you let out a startled “oof!” as you found yourself laid out in the pile of laundry on the table, sheets and sweaters bunching beneath you.

Shouto moved over you, stepping between your spread thighs, right at the edge of the table.

“You have no idea,” he intoned in a deep, delicious tone that went right down your spine, “what it is to come home to you like this.”

You wondered at that, feeling a strange combination of confusion and flattery, when Shouto’s mouth descended onto yours. His mouth was soft and sweet and insistent and absolutely perfect. The table groaned as he laid some of his weight out over you, pinning you into the laundry as he kissed you.

Your fingers clutched at him immediately, curling in his silky-soft hair, cupping his face to yours. One of Shouto’s own hands shifted to your thigh, holding you against him as he pressed himself harder into you.

You heard yourself making little gasps of appreciation as Shouto’s mouth moved down to your neck, laving hot kisses down your throat. You reveled in the feeling of him over you, broad and strong, his shoulders blocking the glow of the overhead light, casting shadows over you.

He’d been a lot like this lately, ever since you’d moved in together. He’d been adequately amorous before, of course, and blessed with a pro hero’s strength and unflagging stamina. But a few weeks after you’d moved in together you’d actually decided you needed to reactivate your gym membership given the amount of incredibly athletic sex you were suddenly having over almost every surface in the house.

One of the only spots yet to be touched was the table though, which Shouto seemed determined to rectify at this very moment.

He pulled back from you, his mouth flush from your kisses, looking a little entranced as he stepped out from between your thighs. You made a little noise at the loss of weight and heat over you, but Shouto caught the fabric of your sweatpants, gently but determinedly tugging them off of you. Your underwear was tossed right over one broad shoulder as Shouto went to his knees, and then his mouth was right back on you.

A wave of wild heat licked up your stomach at the noise of appreciation he made before sealing his mouth over you, strong fingers clutching your thighs to keep them apart.

“Oh my god!” you said, pleasure zinging right up your spine with the first lave of his tongue over you. “Shouto!”

Shouto let out a deep, pleased hum, two long fingers sinking into you embarrassingly easily as he worked your clit with his mouth. Your back arched and you could feel your clothing shift with you, Shouto’s shirt balling up under your shoulder blade, still half-draped over your shoulder.

“Oh, oh!” you heard yourself saying as your fingers twisted in the clothing, shuddering with every lick and suck of Shouto’s perfect, amazing, talented mouth.

He worked you with the expertise of long, dedicated practice—everything about him calculated to drive you insane. One moment he was excruciatingly soft, mouth slack and the touch of his tongue as fleeting and light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Then the next he was sucking relentlessly, teasing firmly with the tip of his tongue as his fingers played with you.

Your first climax hit you mortifyingly quickly, and Shouto seemed to know it before you did. His grip tightened on you, holding you down as you bucked against his mouth. Shouto looked more than a little smug as he got to his feet again, unbelting himself and laying back out over you.

He kissed you some more, the taste of yourself always a sort of shock to your system. But Shouto never seemed to mind, and if anything only seemed hungrier for you, mouth pulling at yours like he meant to devour you.

You felt the touch of his hand between your thighs as he lined himself up, then sank into you easily, groaning appreciatively like he’d just sunk into a hot bath. He bit carefully at your neck, one large hand pressing your stomach down to keep you pinned against the edge of the table where he wanted you.

“I always want to come home to you like this,” he intoned into the skin of your neck, his mouth sucking dizzying patterns into your skin. “Always.”

You could barely think past the slide of him inside you, thick and full and blissfully exquisite. He really was the most perfect man on earth, and he always felt like it too.

You barely managed to blink your eyes open to watch him, trying to catch his meaning in his face. Shouto watched you back, those blue and grey pinned on you like he couldn’t bear to look away from you as he moved inside you.

“You—” you panted out, trying to cling to the thoughts threatening to wiggle out of your grip. “What do you—? Of course you’ll always come home to me.”

Shouto bucked into you harder, the slap of his hip against the bottom of your thigh echoing loudly over the burble of soup on the stove. His eyelashes fluttered, mouth softening, and a realization struck you almost dizzy.

Oh, he really liked that.

You suppressed a wave of giddiness, charmed and helplessly pleased that he seemed to like the idea so much. Was that why he’d been so especially ardent this past month? Was it really because you’d moved in together?

Shouto’s arm hooked under one of your legs, drawing it up firmly over his shoulder so he could press even further inside of you. He looked so good like that that you nearly lost the thread of your thoughts, especially when his next thrust felt like that. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.

“Ah!” escaped you. “Fuck, Shouto. Like that, please!”

Shouto’s thumb pressed down on your still-sensitive clit and he had to dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of your leg to keep you from bucking him right out of you with the way you squirmed. Sweet fucking gods he was unreal.

Shouto fucked you harder, the sound of your skin slapping together obscene in the quiet of the kitchen.

You tried again, struggling to watch his reaction with the way you wanted to throw your head back and babble nonsense instead.

“You’ll always come home to me,” you repeated, gratified when Shouto’s grip on you tightened, a soft sound escaping him. “You want me right here for you?”

“Ah—yes, love,” Shouto panted, staring down at you again. He looked like he knew what you were doing but didn’t care. “Yes,” he hissed.

“Just like this?” you prompted, trying not to slur the edges of your speech when he gave another particularly mind-bending thrust of his hips. His chest rose and fell heavily and he looked a little wild-eyed, gazing down at you.

“Like this, for me,” he said. “In my home, in our home—”

You could hear the table squeal and groan with the force of his next thrust, and then you had to grip the sides of it to steady yourself as he fucked you, looking blissful. Your nails scrabbled at the edges of the table, caught in between a million sensations—the glorious fullness of Shouto inside you, the gentle grind of his thumb against your clit, the way he looked all flushed and beautiful and panting and wanting—

You squeezed your eyes shut, too overcome with the sight of him to look at him anymore, but it was no use. Your entire body trembled as you came, and Shouto let out a low swear at the way you clenched up around him, hunching over you and pressing himself so impossibly hard against you as he came too.

He slumped down against you, weighing you into the soft-smelling cotton of the laundry you were now definitely going to have to rewash. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, his breath tickling the skin under your ear. He left an unbearably soft, sweet kiss just under the lobe, at odds with the near-wild way he’d just been fucking you.

You warmed, petting through his hair with a helpless affection.

“Well now I know what time I should always do our laundry,” you said.

Shouto huffed into your neck, but you could feel a tiny smile curve his mouth.

“It is not just that,” he said, but did not elaborate for some minutes until you elbowed him gently. He peeled himself off of you just enough to look down into your face. “It is the thought of our life together. Our clothes piled together. You in the home we chose and we made…” he said, trailing off.

But you thought you got the sentiment. It was about how easy it was, how uncomplicated. A safe place to come home to, no expectations, just soup and a pile of sweet-smelling laundry and someone happy to see you. It was something far away from what he'd grown up thinking a home was, possibly something he’d thought he’d never have—something you were determined to make him realize now that he always would.

You let your fingers pull through his hair again, smiling up at him. “I am going to have to do our laundry again, though,” you teased. “In case that interests you.”

And despite what he’d just said, Shouto did in fact look a little too interested. You watched his mismatched gaze trail over to the closet that opened onto the washer and dryer. A contemplative look snuck across his handsome face, carefully curling the corner of that plush mouth.

“There is another place we have not yet broken in,” he said slowly, voice dipping low. He looked down at you with an earnest expression completely in contrast to what he was suggesting.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and that was all the permission he needed to pull you up, gathering you up in his arms and layering a fat handful of laundry on top of you. His belt buckle rattled loosely beneath you where he'd barely done it up in his haste, and you laughed harder when he turned off the stove as you passed it.

Though it turned out to be a needed precaution—as neither of you found yourselves free to sit down to dinner for several hours yet.

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Yandere Imposter

Imagine a yandere that pretends to be someone else...

You and your husband hadn't been close in years. A rotten drunkard that spent all day rotting away on the couch. When the two of you got married, you genuinely thought things would be perfect, he was such a sweet guy. But things just went downhill from there.

He was a sleeze bag. Spending all day drinking and refusing to work. Forcing you to get a job to support you both, but he couldn't even bother being somekind of househusband. No, he expected you to get off of work clean the house for him and still cook him dinner everyday. You felt more like his mother than his wife. And it was getting on your last nerve.

So imagine your surprise when you walk into the house one day, the smell of cheap booze and cigarette smoke gone. Instead replaced with the smell of soup?

The place was oddly spotless as you made your way into the kitchen, and there standing at the stove was your husband. Wearing an apron as he stirred the food in the pot. It was unnerving, if you knew anything about your husband it was that he refused to even step foot in the kitchen unless it was to eat. As if sensing your presence, he quickly turned around a smile spreading on his face. Was it just you or were his teeth whiter than usual?

Walking over he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, burying his face into your neck. A look of happiness on his face as he held you close.

"I'm so happy you're finally home, Dear. I went ahead and made dinner, you just go sit down and I'll be right over."

Since when had he called you pet names? You couldn't help but check his tempature, wondering if he was running a fever of somekind. Why else would he be acting so out of character suddenly. But he simply laughed off your worry and ushered you towards your seat. Immediantly serving you dinner with a blissful smile, a smile you had never seen on his face. You were so confused...

The night just continued on like that. One weird occurance after another. It felt like you were with a stranger, someone nothing like your husband yet identical to him. You felt like you were going mad, until night eventually came. Bringing you to bed, you and your husband lied down together. Except unlike everynight since your honeymoon, he pulled you closer. Snuggled up next to you as he whispered softly in your ear, almost bringing tears to your eyes.

"I'm so sorry for the way things have been all these years. You never deserved any of it. But as long as I'm here, I'll treat you perfect..."

Edan had always hated his brother. Despite looking identical, they couldn't have been more different. And it felt like his brother was always out to make his life difficult. If Edan got on the football team, his brother was the quaterback. If Edan got a B, his brother got an A. If Edan got honor roll, his brother got valedictorian. And eventually when Edan felt like he had met his soulmate his dear brother had to marry them. He could never win. It was all too much.

Especially when Edan began to take a closer look into the life his brother had stolen away from him. He was disgusted. Working his beloved like a dog day and night. Treating them as nothing more than a servant meant to do whatever was demanded of them, not giving them the life they deserved. The day he snapped came when he saw his beloved leave for work, continuing to stay near the house. He watched as his brother stepped out of the house hours later, walking over to one of the neighboring apartment doors and knocked on it. A scantily clad individual opening the door and ushering him inside. He saw red...

How foolish did that idiot have to be. Stealing away the life that Edan deserved, only to not even appreciate it. He got the privilege to lay beside perfection every night, and he still ran into the arms of some worthless harlot. He couldn't stand it. His beloved didn't deserve this mistreatment, and his brother didn't deserve their love. But what was he supposed to do about it...

He had never been so happy that the two were identical...

All it took was a little makeover and a swap of IDs for the two to look the exact same again. Now if he was ever found, Edan would be dead. He had to clean up all the blood from the floor, he might have gone a bit overboard but years of hatred and frustration will do that to a person.

But it was all worth it in this moment. Holding his beloved close to his chest as the two lay together, it was a dream come true. Burying his face in their hair, he continued to whisper to them, arms wrapped tightly around their body so that they couldn't get up. They never had to know.

" You'll get the life you deserve. We'll both get the lives we deserve, no matter what..."

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tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.