#when he says “sure” and looks down at his ring finger

[haikyu-mp4]

You're not actors

Fluffy workplace romance as a streamer with your secret husband Kenma for my workplace romance event <3

requested by @dira333. word count; 837 – f!reader

Kenma loves his wedding ring. It’s just a piece of metal, but the matching one on your finger makes him giddy whenever he sees it, even if he doesn’t usually tell you that.

Unfortunately, he has to take it off for work. Your relationship wasn’t public, so he would rather not awaken any suspicions by showing his ring on camera. He’s a private person, preferring not to have everyone asking questions about his personal life.

You have separate streaming rooms on either end of the house so no noise would overlap, and so far everything ran smoothly. Sometimes, you would have to remind him about the ring as he kisses you before heading to his streaming room, and sometimes he remembers it himself. 

And sometimes you both forget.

This time, Kenma started the stream with his ring sitting snug on his finger and as time passed, he simply couldn’t move past this one level. It frustrated him to the point of running his hands through his hair and groaning at the seemingly impossible task. As the light from the screen hit metal, it glinted in the camera.

That’s how the speculations started. Is Kodzuken married? He never answers questions about his relationship status…

You’re a streamer too, often seen doing collabs with Kenma but never in person. You worried either of you might forget to act not in love while the viewers are literally observing your every move.

This time, you streamed alone. You recently started a Stardew Valley series where the viewers got to follow the progress with your fun commentary. It was very entertaining and gained you many more followers.

And Kenma knew you were streaming, so it was difficult to hide your surprise when a shattering sound ran through the house and someone hissed “Shit!”

Pausing the stream, you ran into the living room to find your husband surrounded by broken glass and spilt soda with a sheepish look. After sweeping some of it away and making sure he was okay, you hurried back to the stream and started it again to keep playing.

You pursed your lips, trying to act as if nothing happened. Unfortunately, you’re a YouTuber, not an actor.

That’s how the speculations started. Who does she live with? Is she in a secret relationship?

Following these two unfortunate events, you had no choice but to do the collab you had planned, as skipping it would seem suspicious. So just like normal, you both opened the shooter game and acted like you usually would while playing together, as if the comments weren’t bombarding you with these different rumours and some suggested your rumours were related to each other.

While you swore like a sailor at anything disadvantageous during the game, Kenma fell into the bad habit of watching your stream instead of his game, heart eyes evident to anyone who had eyes themselves. He would eventually sober up, getting revenge on anyone who went against you and then killing you so he could win alone.

His soft voice in your headphones made a shiver run down your spine and you wished the watchers were lying when they said Kodzuken is the only one you don’t curse at.

There were several heart eyes during this stream, and it was not just in the comments.

You both stood in the kitchen a couple of days (read nights) later. Kenma had accidentally woken you up by stubbing his toe on the bed and you demanded snacks so he pulled you along to the kitchen. The two of you talked about your latest work adventures or friend gossip while tapping your feet on the cold floors, a plate of apple pie in each of your hands.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” Kenma said, holding his hand up when he knew you were about to say something like I’m happy you told me or else I’d miss it. “Maybe we should just tell everyone.”

When you looked confused, he flipped his hand around, wiggling his fingers to show off the wedding ring as emphasis. Your eyes widened. “That’s a pretty big thought, buddy, good job.”

He snorted, scooping up another piece of cake and feeding it to you. “I’m serious.”

“But I kinda like watching you try to keep it a secret,” you teased again before stepping closer and pressing light kisses along his jaw. Kenma sighed, pusring his lips and looking away with something that looked an awful lot like guilt.

“I might have just said I have a wife on livestream.”

Flashback to a couple of hours before, when some, probably thirteen-year-old, boy commented on Kenma’s apparent lack of rizz. A gen-Z concept Kenma had no interest in taking part in, but felt weirdly offended by.

“Bet you dont even pull, all the marridge rumors are so stupd.”

He would never admit out loud that it hit a nerve, but you wouldn’t need him to. It was evident. “You should see my wife, noob. She’s fucking gorgeous and plays better than whatever you pull.”

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/thank you @cottonlemonade for brainstorming with me<3

[daydreamerwoah]

Love Through It All Pt. 5

tw: mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, hurt, angst, rollercoaster of emotions, sadness, therapy/counseling, violence and abuse (talk of y/n past relationship)

Read Part 1 for author notes for the beginning of this story if this is your first time here.

When it came time for your next therapy session with the chaplain, you were nervous. It was the first individual session you were attending, and god did you want to throw up from the anxiety.

Simon had asked you several time in the days leading up to the appointment what day and time were you had to go, but you refused to tell him. You didn't want him to be there when you went in... but somehow you knew he would figure it out anyway.

You weren't surprised when you walked in the building and saw him standing there waiting in the lobby. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as she walked up to you like a skiddish cat.

"What? Think I wasn't gonna show or something?" you bitterly asked.

"No. Just wanna make sure you didn't have any issues getting here."

Issues getting here. You weren't stupid.... well maybe staying with him you might have been.... but you knew your husband. The issues that he meant was if nobody bothered you. But it went deeper than that.

Simon began noticing your new clothes the day after you bought them. He came home from work before you, so when your feet walked through the front door of the apartment, he immediately heard the soft clicks of your heels on the hardwood floor before you took them off. His head turned as you walked past the living room, offering a brief hello before continuing into the bedroom. He saw your outfit, and he found himself swallowing the lump in this throat.

He was a soldier after all - an SAS soldier at that. He was trained to pick up on things.. and he certainly picked up on the change in your wardrobe. He also picked up on the makeup you wore. You'd gone from wearing barely any to having smokey eyes with a dark lip color every time you left the house. He was afraid to admit it, but he was worried. For all he knew, you might have started seeing someone at work, and he wouldn't have a clue who it was. It wasn't like he met your coworkers before, other than Ava.

So that's why he stood there, waiting for you to arrive at your session. He would have broken a man's jaw if he found them eyeing his wife like she was a piece of meat... especially because of what you had on too.

"I didn't," you sighed, making your way to walk past him.

Before you could, he stopped you, gently grabbing your hand and lightly squeezing it, "Let me know when you're done yeah?"

You nodded, pulling your hand away before walking down the hall to Lt. Jones's office.

Therapy.... something that made you feel queasy when you thought about it. But there you were, sitting on the couch in the man's office as he wrote notes about the previous topic you spoke on - your childhood. It wasn't that interesting, certainly not worthy of discussing, you thought, but according to him, it was important.

"Can we talk a little bit about your previous relationship? Before your husband?" He asked.

The way you paused and tensed, Jones knew he hit a sore spot. But it had to be done. His soft gaze remained on you as you looked at everything but him. The floor, the wedding ring on your finger, the ceiling, the wall.... anything. But when he continued to give you time, you let out a shaky sigh before nodding.

"What do you want to know?" you asked.

"Whatever you're comfortable with.... but how about you tell me how you found out that he cheated yeah?"

Shit.

You closed your eyes, thinking back to that time in your life when everything felt confusing. When you didn't even know if you'd make it to the next day.

"I-I went through his phone," you started, "I didn't mean to, though. I was plugging it in to charge, and a text came through from some girl saying she had a great time with him," Nervously rubbing your hands on your pants, the chaplain encouraged you to take breaks if you needed, but you shook your head "I was curious... so I opened the phone and that's when I saw the messages."

Jones wrote in his notepad before looking back at you, "Then what happened?"

"I woke him up... he was taking a nap. But I woke him up. I started screaming at him and showing him the messages," You opened your eyes, tears forming, "My ex was a dick... didn't care about anything in life except for himself. He did drugs. Hard drugs. And it was toxic.. our relationship. I should have seen the signs in the beginning... but.. I didn't. When I woke him up, I didn't think things would get so bad, but they did. He didn't even think twice before he punched me.... I just remember falling to the ground before he kneeled over me and punched me over and over. Next thing I knew..... I woke up in the ER."

You wanted to tell the chaplain to not look at you the way he did. The sad look in his eyes. The pity. Even if he was remaining professional, he couldn't hide the fact that he felt sorry for you to have gone through what you did. And by the look on your face as you kept trying to fight back the tears, he knew what his next question had to be.

"And you stayed with him after that... didn't you?"

A choked sob left your throat as you put your head in your hands, "Y-yes. I had nowhere to go. I didn't have anyone I could turn to. So I stayed.... I stayed until I saved up enough money to get the fuck out of there."

By now, Jones had removed his eyeglasses from his face and set them down on the table next to him. "It's why you're afraid to stay with him isn't it?"

Goddamn he was reading you like an open book. Even though it was his job to do so.

"Yes," you sniffled, "But I know.. I know he won't hurt me. I know that. But I can't help but be afraid... I can't help but think about my ex and what I went through."

A moment went by as Jones wrote more in his notepad before he spoke, "Mrs. Riley... I know it's terrifying to feel like the past will come back again to you. But I don't think that's the case here." You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it was scary to think that. "I'll see both of you in a couple of days. I want you to think about everything that you've told me today... but I also want you to think about everything I've said yeah?"

You nodded as you tried to wipe your face with the tissues he'd given you before the session started. After pulling yourself together a bit more, you left out of his office and made your way to the exit. A part of you thought Simon would have waited in the lobby for you to be finished, but you were relieved to find the place empty. When you got to your car, you sent a quick text to Ava telling her you were on your way to work. You thought about texting Simon as well, but you decided to do it when you got to work... eliminating the opportunity for him to ask you any further questions.

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Simon was a nervous wreck.. so were you, rightfully so. The last couple of days had you both on edge. Neither one of you talked about your individual sessions when you saw each other at home. He thought about asking you, he wanted to so bad. But Lt. Jones gave him his homework - don't bother you about the session. Give you the space you need in the house. That worried your husband so much he hadn't slept hardly in the past 48 hours.

Even though Pvt. Williams was now gone, he still had to stay at work a bit late at times.. especially the past two days, as Taskforce 141 was gearing up to go on another mission soon. When he came home, you were fast asleep.. thankfully in the bed. He would stare at you, thinking about everything. He did that a lot.. more so after his individual session. He thought about when he first met you, about when he asked you to marry him, even about when he kissed you the first time.

But he also thought about how now every time you looked at him, he could see the puffiness in your eyes. He thought about how you were starting to change right in front of him... the outfits becoming more..... sexy? Revealing? He couldn't figure out the word for it. But while he loved the way you dressed... he wanted to know why you changed. Well, no... he knew why. He fucking knew why you were changing. But he didn't want you to stray away from him, as selfish as that was.

Once more, you fidgeted on the couch while Simon sat up straight on his side of it. Lt. Jones wrote a few lines in his notepad before he straightened his eyeglasses and glanced towards both of you. "Thank you for being here. It's about the stepping stones yeah?" He grinned. He was trying to ease the tension, and it worked... a little. "Today... let's discuss the word why."

Oh no.

Why?

"What'd y'mean?" Simon asked first.

The chaplain cleared his throat, "I want you to tell each other why... Lieutenant.. your wife deserves to know why you cheated on her. Why you didn't tell her-" he turned his attention to you, "-Mrs. Riley, if you can... let him speak. Get everything out in the open."

That word... why. It was about to send into a panic attack.

It felt like an eternity before Simon said anything. Before he told you the full story. You grabbed the box of tissues before he was even halfway into it, and god, did you break down in tears. Simon tried to reach out to you, but you weakly slapped his hands away, ushering the chaplain to command that he didn't try to touch you again. So he continued... leading up to the point where he explained - in so many words - about how sex with her was different than it was with you.

And fuck was that the last straw.

"You never even asked me if I would be into that Simon!" you yelled.

"Mrs. Riley-" Lt. Jones tried to stop you, but you didn't.

"You fucked her again and again because she like it rough? You never even asked me to try it with you! You wanted to take out your frustrations... why not with me? I-I'm your wife, Simon! I can be your slut, too... anytime you want it. How you want it. You-" a choked sob escaped, "-you never even tried to talk to me about it. About anything."

Simon's eyes widened a little at the realization of how truly fucked up he had become. The chaplain's eyes - while somewhat remaining unfazed - he felt just a tad bit awkward at your choice of words in response to why your husband had cheated on you. "Let's come back to that later yeah?" He quickly changed the topic. "Mrs. Riley... can you tell your husband why you are having this battle between your thoughts of divorcing him and staying with him."

Crying still, you tried to get the words out as best as you could, "B-because I'm a fucking idiot. I should leave... but no.. I-I want to work on my marriage like-like an fucking idiot. We need to get a divorce."

"No," Simon jumped in. "Love, please-"

"I can't do this," you cried.

Before you tried standing up from the couch, the chaplain asked you to sit; to work through your feelings before letting them control you. Simon watched you with tearful eyes as you tried to calm down, but he was on the verge of breaking down himself.

By the time the session came to an end, you two left with more homework to do - think of a special moment in your marriage and you'd talk about it the next time you met Jones individually. You tried to run out of there, but of course, Simon pulled you into a secluded area, trapping you between him and the wall as he looked at your red eyes.

"Simon, I have to go to work."

"Love, listen to me... I'm so fuckin' sorry," he said, voice cracking a little.

That made you stare into his dark eyes, seeing the redness in them as he stared back into yours. Simon hardly cried, you had only seem him look sad.. but never cry; truly cry. Yet you caught the lone tear fall from his eye before disappearing behind his mask.

You tried to leave, "I can't do this."

"I should have talked to you. I should have told you how I felt-"

"But you didn't," you cut him off. "Why are we doing this? Why won't you divorce me? You can be happy with her-"

He didn't even let you finish that thought, "I want you. Only you." he retorted, voice thick with anger and desperation, "She's gone. I made sure of that. I don't want a divorce from you."

"What do you mean she's gone?" your eyebrows drawing together.

He sighed, "I got her transferred out. You.. nor me... will ever see her again."

His words weren't making any sense, yet all the sense in the world. He got her to leave? For you? For your marriage?

"Why?" you whispered.

"Because I wanna make this right sweetheart. You're the only woman I want. God I know it sounds like I'm lying, but I mean it."

Torn. That's what you were. Torn between believing him and wanting to get away from him.

"I have to get to work Simon. We can talk about this later," you said.

He didn't want to, but he stepped back allowing you to leave him standing there staring at the wall. He could only hope that you'd want to talk about it when he got off work.

I just want to say THANK YOU to all the likes, comments, and messages! I'm so glad you all are enjoying my story. I know it's a sad one :(

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[dottieisdotting]

Winding down C.S.C

requested?: yes

pairing(s):husband!idol!SUB!seungcheol x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut,a whole bunch (MDNI)

warning(s): sub seungcheol, dom!reader (hardly), handjob, blowjob, squirting, face sitting, fingering, praise, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your shit, no babies here), cheol being a whimpering, whiny mess for reader. Mutual masturbation. 69 position, orgasm denial (m!rec), blindfolded Seungcheol,riding, begging (m to f) pet names (baby boy, good boy), reader taunts cheol, mentions of overstim (only slightly), reader bites bottom lip many times (apologies in advance), messy makeouts, hair pulling, clit stimulation 

Summary: just sub cheol, that's it

word count: 2685

A/N: another request and an amazing one if that. I'm trying to write of course. Make sure you lovely souls are eating and drinking and keeping healthy. Enjoy and have a good night/day/evening or morning. Mwah! (not proofread, apologies for spelling mistakes) - Eva

Seungcheol was a hard worker as everyone knew. He loved his job and would do anything for the 12 men but he needed a wind down and that's when you helped him. It would often end up with Seungcheol pounding your perfect little pussy as you scream his name and squirt around his cock but in some instances Cheol didn't want to do anything but be a good boy for you.

You both were on the couch, your hands in his hair slightly tugging as you both kissed passionately, tongues dancing and little noises coming from both of your mouths. You move from next to him to on his lap, straddling him as the kiss gets more and more heated. Your hands slipped from his hair and under his shirt feeling his solid abs making him shiver.

He pulls away, chest heaving and a slowly growing boner in his jogging pants, he groans as you grind down and lets out a small plea. You get off his lap to stand up ”bedroom, Cheol” he follows without hesitance and stares at your ass walking there.

When you get there, Seungcheol sits on the end of the bed and watches you strip. Seungcheol bites his bottom lip and becomes impossibly hard just by your body and he's not afraid to show it. You sit at your vanity but turn yourself to face your husband and mumble ”strip” you watch as he rids himself from his shirt and sweats, no boxers because you two were just lazing around in the apartment.

You bite your lip to stop an involuntary whimper escaping from your husband's amazing toned body. You feel your arousal but ignore it once Cheol’s cock comes into your view. Long, thick a vein running on the underside of it and you wanted nothing more to get on your news and give him the well earned head he deserves but instead you tell him something he needed to double take on what you said ”touch yourself, but wait” 

You walk over to the bedside table,recovering a black silk blindfold that Seungcheol used for you. He bites his lip as you stand in front of him,tying it around his head,covering his eyes from you and his surroundings. Seungcheol couldn't lie and say that he didn't like it, he loved it when you made him feel small and had him to your will so that he could feel relieved.

He sucks in a breath and looks at you for confirmation, you nod and he shakily moves his hand to his cock hissing quietly as his hand wraps around it. His rough hand tightened around it as he moved it up and down at a moderate pace. 

You on the other hand, hiked your leg up onto your chair, arousal very clear to Seungcheol but he could not see due to his blindfold getting in the way of his view of your glistening pussy as he thinks about your body pretending it's your smaller hand. You take your ring finger and middle finger, teasing yourself on your clit, getting your fingers wet to slide right into your sopping hole. Although they were not nearly as thick and long as Seungcheols you still got some stimulation. 

You whine to Seungcheol as his fist tightens. He was desperate for you as he chased his very quick and shameless release. You quicken your fingers and use your other hand to find your clit as you rub on it. You knew you weren't going to come by doing this but it would help Cheol and make you more sensitive. You hear him whine and you look up and see he was on the brink of release 

”you're doing so well, baby. Keep moving your hand and come for me. You'll come for me, wont you, such a good boy for me, listening so well” you hear him whimper and it gets you going further. You pull your fingers away and walk over to him, you get on your knees in front of him and take over, jerking him as your lips wrap around his tip. 

His eyes close and his body tenses. Seungcheol reaches up and cups your cheek. He looked down at you and you knew he was looking at you with so much love and trust. Without no warning, Seungcheol comes down your throat and you welcome it. He groans as your hand keeps moving, helping him ride out his orgasm. 

You rub your thighs together for friction as you pull from his cock with a pop. you stand up and kiss his lips softly, praising him so well. ”baby, let me sit on your face, do a good job and make me come” 

He kisses you before laying down on the bed. You climb onto his face. His mouth is inches from your sex. He wraps his hands around your thighs pulling you closer so his lips suckle at your clit. You moan and fall forward, hands gripping his hair as you move your hips. You moan as he sucks and licks. Your earlier ministrations already making you sensitive. 

His tongue enters you and he eats away like a starved man. Ever since the first time Seungcheol ate you out, he’d always bring you the utmost pleasure. You looked down at him, although he had his blindfold on, you could tell he was blissed out as his tongue did not falter inside you. It was embarrassing how quickly he could bring you to your release.

Your eyes were tightly shut and your legs were squeezing his head ”please,please. Make me come, make me come like the good boy you are” he moans, sending shock waves through your body making you shudder. He shakes his head making you clench, you knew and he knew you were close. Your chest heaves and your legs tremble as your orgasm rakes through your body. 

You fall forwards practically suffocating Cheol, which he didn't mind one bit. He sucks on your clit as you ride through your orgasm and kisses it once more for good measure as he helps you off him. He lays you down and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You look at him with sharp eyes ”C’mere, baby” He navigates carefully where to go with your words and he settles. 

You lay your head on the pillow as he kisses down your body. Even with a blindfold on he still knew your body like the back of his hand so he was following what you said to make you come. You arch your back as he takes your nipple into his mouth. ”baby, lay down”. He lifts his head and stops,pulling away with a lewd ‘pop’. He lays down and you lay down on top of him, your mouth next to his cock and your pussy next to his face. 

You take his cock on your hand, spitting on the tip, and using your thumb to circle it before you take it in your mouth for the second time tonight. He whimpers before sliding 2 fingers through your folds, collecting your slick and pushing them inside you making you moan around his dick. You clench and close your eyes trying to take him as far down as you could in the angle you were.

Seungcheol holds no mercy as he moves his fingers faster. He was always whining and whimpering when you sucked his cock, enjoying your mouth and tongue and how your throat contracted around him. You bob your head as fast as you could without gagging, your hands jerking off the rest that didn't fit in your mouth and the other going down to his balls and fondling them. 

He moans out loud not caring as his fingers coax you closer yet again but you were determined to make Seungcheol come first. So you focus on his tip and squeeze his balls. He whimpers and whines, hips punching upwards to make you gag on his length. You pull away when he was ready to come but that doesn’t stop him from working you through yours. Your orgasm crashes through you and you shake as it overcomes you. 

You end up squirting all over Seungcheol's upper body and he thanks you for it as you roll off of him. He pants and stays laying down. ”sit up” and so he complies. You look at him and admire your husband. His torso wet with your cum and sweat. His wedding band sitting perfectly on his finger and his aching,leaking cock, still hard. 

You sit yourself on his lap and kiss him sweetly, he deserved it after being denied being able to come a couple times. He whimpers into the kiss and tries to rut up into your cunt, his cock sliding through your soaking folds giving him some satisfaction but not enough. he felt like he was going to explode if you didn't let him come soon or he’d flip the roles and pound your pussy till you couldn’t cum no more but he promised to be a good boy for you no matter what ‘torture’ you put him through.

You pull away and slide down onto Seungcheol’s cock, your warm walls finally eloping his cock and giving him what he needed. You bounce right away, quickly wanting Seungcheol to reach his peak just for you to break it. You knew you were being mean but you loved it, you loved getting him back from all the times he had denied you from your orgasm, call it pent up anger if you must but you both wanted it.

You allow Seungcheol to rut into you and meet your bounces. His hands were securely on your hips, his head tipped back and plump lips parted, god he was so sexy, and you thanked the lord every day for bringing you a sex god husband. He whines and moans about your name and how much of a good boy he had been for you. He was such a pouty,whiny sub and it made you ride him harder. You slowed your bounces and rocked against him instead waiting for him to tell you he was close

You continue to switch between rolling your hips and bouncing as Seungcheol’s whines got more and more louder, you slip off him,watching his orgasm fizzle out until he's begging for your pussy again ”please, ma'am I've been a good boy,I've been a really good bo-” 

You cut him off by sliding back down on his cock. You moan and let your head fall back against your shoulders. He was so big and girthy, he filled you ever so sweetly. Seungcheol on the other hand loved how your pussy was like a glove.

You move again and bounce chasing your release and ignoring Cheol’s although he was desperate. You could feel a tingle in your toes and a tightening stomach become more evident and the tingle spreading to the top of your head as you tighten around his cock. Your cunt was squeezing his cock making it very difficult for him to hold off his orgasm once again

 “Awe, you're so desperate to come aren't you? To fill me up?”  You taunt him as you rotate your hips slowing your bounces for the umpteenth time. Seungcheol groans at your teasing words. Your cunt was swallowing him and he was desperate to come but you taunt him by coming around him again. Your arousal drips down his balls and onto the bed below.

He whimpers and grips your hips tighter ”baby, please, i've been your good boy. I've listened to you and made you come so many times. Please,please I need to come so badly, please”  you listen to his plea to come but you move once more and deny him. Seungcheol thought he was gonna go crazy if you didn't let him soon but he also knew that if he came without your permission, you’d overstimulate him until he was experiencing dry orgasms.

He hated when you would do that to him so overtime he learned to control himself but even now it was wearing extremely thin ”one more f’me then you can come for being such a good boy”  you peck his lips, taking off the silk blindfold covering his eyes. You see his blown out pupils and lust filled eyes. He looked so fucking sexy and ALL yours, your husband.

He finally sees our face and nearly comes just from your expression. Little sweat beads, hair a mess, panting and a small bulge on your lower stomach from his cock. ”fucking hell” he groans and presses his hand to it making you whine and involuntarily clench around him as more of your slick drips from your soaking,used pussy onto the bed below and his balls.

You were gonna come but you try and hold off. ”Together baby, I'm letting you come with me because you've been such a good and obedient boy for me and I'm so proud of you”  it was as if Seungcheol had died and ascended to heaven hearing your praise. He needed to come so badly and now hearing you say he could, an imaginary boulder was lifted from his shoulders. ”After I come once more” you whisper in his ear. You completely stop moving just to make him suffer more. He groans and punches his hips up, not caring no more. He needed you to come so he could come. ”please, please, tell me you're close, honey, need you to come around me, squeeze me all nice and tight” 

You almost let out a whimper and fall into your submissive state as he begs but you bite your swollen bottom lip once more and let him rut against you. He moves one of his hands in between your bodies and presses his thumb to your clit, making your hands go to his red locks and tug his hair back, bringing him in for a searing kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing and saliva down chins but you didn't care any more. The sheets were already ruined because of you anyways.

The coil was tightening in your lower stomach, legs spasming and aching, you let go again, squirting as you felt Seungcheol’s seed fill you deep. He keeps his hips moving like they were on auto control to prolong his much needed orgasm. He felt overstimulated from his orgasm as his legs felt weak but he led you to your last orgasm of the night.

  You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your chest, both yours and Seungcheol’s heaving and sweaty from the intense session. He lifts his head and you lower yours kissing him so softly, treating him like a porcelain doll, just like he usually did to you which makes his smile and chuckle softly, his dimples showing.

His cock slowly softens as he pulls out, his come leaking from your hole but you were too tired to care. Seungcheol and you find your way to the ensuite bathroom to turn on the shower. The steam fills the air, as you both stand under the spray of water in each other's embrace. You slowly wash each other, making sure you are all nice and clean before getting out.

You dry yourself and leave your hair in the towel turban as you help Seungcheol dry his body and get him dressed. He sits on your vanity as you dry his hair and pamper him. Once finished he walks to the bed because there was no way you could carry your husband without breaking your back because he was buff 

He lays down and brings you down with him so you are laying on top of him. He kisses your forehead and cheeks and nose then finally your lips, savouring them for a while before pulling away and allowing you to get comfortable. ”Goodnight, my love” he whispers as he drifts off to sleep. You wait until he is asleep to allow yourself to rest. 

A/N: the ending is definitely rushed but I tried the best I could to do a sub idol. You are welcome to leave notes,comments and reblogs on this piece. Make sure you are eating drinking and having a good day wherever you are in the world

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[tragedy-of-commons]

“You are a genius at understanding me” + Dr. Ratio

"You are a genius at misunderstanding me."

Veritas Ratio does not so much as look up from the flickering static screens hovering in the air above his desk. Well, your desk, but you've been allowing him to occupy it since he started staying longer hours at your place. The only indication that he even heard you is the movement of his hand that scrubs over his (probably exhausted) face.

"What is there to misunderstand? Please, enlighten me," he says, meaning every word. He stops emoting, flicking his wrist to the right fluidly, screens going with it - they fade quickly from view as they're shut off. "From my comprehension, you're going to throw your life away on some fool's errand."

"Fool's errand?" you echo, voice quivering as indescribable hurt punctures your gut. "That's what you see my passion as? An exercise in futility?"

Veritas' voice tightens as he pointedly turns around to face you and your aggrieved countenance, but there is no rash anger or malice present. There's something else you can't place instead. "That is not what I said. I am calling the action of you throwing yourself headfirst into the Nihility for the sake of research some fool's errand. I value your intelligence. Surely, you must know that--"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you clutch your various portfolios and folders a bit tighter in your arms. Despite your earlier comment, sometimes it's easy to forget the caliber of the person you're debating with. Dr. Ratio of the Intelligentsia Guild is easily the brightest mind you've ever had the privilege of working with. (Or maybe you're doing the very thing he abhors - worshiping a genius and underselling yourself.)

With bright minds, comes points of contention.

"That this is the last thing we need to accomplish before we can make proper contact with IX? Yes, I do," you stand your ground. "Don't try to sway me. Common sense would tell anyone that it's dangerous, but you'd tell me that the pursuit of knowledge is anything but smooth sailing."

Veritas regards you and your reply without immediate dismissal, so you know he's treating this with the respect it deserves - not to say he doesn't do so normally, but you can feel the atmosphere shift into something highly gravitational, weighing down on the width of your shoulders.

"I can't stop you," unsure of his footing, he takes an experimental step closer, observing your reaction and making sure you're not against it. When you do nothing but stand there with a heavy heart and harrowed expression, he closes the remaining distance. "And I won't attempt to try, considering you've already made up your mind. It would be a disservice to your character."

Veritas is beautiful. Up close, he gazes at you through thick lashes and violet fringe - even if those vibrant eyes of his are ringed with darkness and his skin is a shade paler than you remember. This project has consumed you both... agitation is inevitable. The fluorescents (which you switched for a type to remedy eye strain a month ago) flicker and hum discordantly as he pries one of your hands away from your chest.

"You knew," you surmise. Veritas rakes a calloused thumb over your palm, reverent and reluctant all the same.

"You wanted me to know," he states matter-of-factly. "Leaving out the approval for the funding where I've made myself comfortable is not the gentle let-down you hoped for."

"I'm sorry."

"If I've made you feel the need to apologize, then I am in need of an adjustment. Don't be sorry; be anything else," he begs (or the closest you've ever heard to it).

You close your quivering fingers over his hand - it just feels like the right thing to do at this moment. Gut feelings aren't evidence by any stretch of the imagination, but based on almost nothing, you've decided that Veritas Ratio is going to miss you. You're not set to explore the trenches of oblivion anytime soon, really. The process of getting your endeavor approved through the proper channels is a lengthy one, but it already feels like you're lightyears apart from him.

You say nothing, so he continues, voice gentle. "I suppose I just don't want you to leave, knowing you may not return."

He's never been one to sugarcoat things, but hearing the bold truth spoken aloud to your face with all jargon stripped away rattles your core in an animalistic way. It makes you want to shove your greatest aspirations into the nearest closet, if only for a moment. If only to see his expression lighten.

Is that juvenile? Yes. Is there room for feelings like that in your relationship? Probably not. Do you care? Yes, but you care about your dreams more.

Is there room for him in your dreams? That remains to be seen.

"I know," you smile, brow knit together in sympathy. "Come on, let's get you to bed. It's past your bedtime, you know."

That earns you a nose exhale that almost sounds like a laugh. It's good enough, at least for tonight. In the morning, perhaps you'll broach the topic again, sidled up to Veritas' side as you criticize the way he uses your coffee machine or the way he lingers a little too long near the threshold of your home after it's well past time to go.

You still have time. You'll have to squeeze Veritas in there while you can.

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a/n: this is probably the most excited i've been to write in a while HELPAOSDAS. whoever you are, anon, thank you. omg this prompt... galaxy brain 9000 iq. i have trouble characterizing dr. ratio sometimes, but i hope you enjoy what i came up with!

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[pinkponyclubbb3]

Eat Up

Warnings: smut, cursing,public fingering,praise

make sure to read my other fic revenge part 1 part 2

summary: Out with a group of friends for dinner Chris & Matt can’t seem to keep their hands to himself.

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‘To this day, his identity remains unknown. Leaving everyone wondering what he's doing and where he Is now… ’

I finish my makeup and turn off the TV. I look back to see Matt, Chris, and Nick staring at the screen with horror. “What the fuck was that?” Nick screams as he points at the TV. “You guys didn’t want to wait outside while I got ready.” I put my hands up in defense. “You fucking psychopath, why do you watch that while you get ready!”

“Stop being so dramatic.” I roll my eyes at Matt. “Okay we have to leave now the restaurant is 20 minutes away.” We all grab our stuff and head to the car. I stay behind to switch my earrings, when I get the idea to scare the triplets. I follow behind Matt without him noticing me. I hide behind the truck until they’re all in the car.

Matt honks the car horn. “Y/N! Hurry up!” I slowly make my way to the front and jump up and scare them. “What the fuck!” Matt screams. “Y/N!” Nick has his hand over his heart. I get in the car and start laughing with Chris. He’s trying to act as if I didn’t scare him. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

20 minutes later

Chris holds the door open for me as I step inside. “They’re at the table in the corner.” Nick says as he looks up from his phone. We all follow behind Nick trying not to get in anyone’s way. I see madison’s beautiful face and give her a little wave. We put our stuff in our seats and say hi to everyone.

“Hi baby you look so pretty!” I’ve only known Madison for about a year but there’s something about her that makes it feel like i’ve known her my whole life. “Thank you! Your dress compliments you so well.” I shake hands with her boyfriend and introduce myself. Few minutes later we see our other friends Luna, and Grayson. I’m sitting between Chris and Matt while Nick is sitting in front of us with Madison and her boyfriend.

I look over at Luna,who’s next to Matt, and say hi to her. I fake smile at Grayson. We used to date, but being tied down to one girl wasn’t enough for him. “Are you okay with him being here?” I break out of my gaze and look at Matt. “It’s fine,Matt we’re all friends.” I smile at him.

Everyone is looking at the menu, figuring out what they are going to order. The waiter comes to our table and we make eye contact. Fuck me. He has green eyes and dark brown hair. “Hi guys my name is Alex i’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

“Please do.” I whisper to myself. Matt looks at me and hits my shoulder. “Shut up.” Everyone orders their drinks and I go last. “What can I get for you beautiful?” I blush at the name and order a Long Island iced tea. I feel Chris’s hand squeeze my thigh as he notices me looking at the waiter for a beat too long.

“What?” I whisper to him as the waiter leaves. “Stop looking at him like that.” I give him a confused face. As I was about to say something, Nick asked me a question. “Can we sleep at your house today?” Completely forgetting it’s Friday, we have never missed a weekend sleepover. “Fine but you guys aren’t going to take up my bed like last time.” I hear Matt laugh as he remembers I woke up on the floor once.

35 minutes later

I see Chris's hand on the table. I focus specifically on his middle and ring finger. Everyone is too distracted in their conversations to notice I’m just daydreaming.

‘Keep touching yourself like that. Show me how bad you want to get off.’ I whine as I feel Chris thrust into me. I shut my eyes and hear Matt say, ‘Did we say you could close your eyes?’ I whine and shake my head no. ‘Open your eyes then, sweetheart. Look at Chris while he fucks you.’ I open my eyes and try my hardest to keep eye contact. ‘Such a good, obedient girl.’

I snap out of my daydream when I hear Matt whisper, “Are you okay?” I look at him, and he looks down at my thighs. I didn’t realize I was pushing them together to relieve the tension I had built with my daydream. My eyes widened, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Yeah, why?”

He puts his hand on my thigh, and I tense up. “What were you thinking about?” I’m not sure if he knows or if he’s genuinely wondering. “I- nothing. Pay attention, Grayson is telling a story.” I turn to Grayson, but I’m too caught up in my mind to care what he says.

“I see what you’re doing, you know.” I look down, and his hand is placed on my upper thigh. I turn to him. “Matt, we’re in public,” I whisper. He leans in. “Tell me to stop then.” my breath hitches. “Pay attention to Grayson.” I just nod as I feel his fingers exploring between my legs.

I bite my lip when I feel him reach my underwear. “Lace?” I hear him ask. I nod, trying to pay attention to Grayson, who’s next to Chris. “Dirty girl.” I bite back a smile. I let out a soft groan when he touches my clothed clit. Chris turns around, and his eyebrows are furrowed. “Why’d you do that?” I come up with something quick. “I accidentally stepped on my toe with my heel.” I look into his eyes, hoping he will believe me. He just nodded and turned over.

Matt pulls my underwear to the side, and his finger explores my dripping wet cunt. “Fuck. what were you thinking about, sweetheart?” I debate on telling him. Matt, Chris, and I have never done anything sexual with each other nor talked about it. So, all this is new to us, but I hope this isn’t the last time.

I pull out my phone and type, ‘Thinking about you and Chris fucking me.’ I’m not usually this bold, but I have alcohol in my system. I show him the phone under the table, and the second he reads it, he inserts a finger inside me. Without thinking, I grab Chris’s shoulder and squeeze it. “Oh my fuck” I attempt to whisper but fail.

“You good?” Chris asks, concerned. I nod and say mhm. He receives a text, and he turns his full attention to me. He wastes no time putting his hand on my upper thigh. I want to stop for the sole reason of us getting caught, but a sick part of me is turned on by the idea. I gasp loudly when I feel Chris’s hand on my clit.

Madison looks at me. “What happened?” Matt and Chris put on a face that lacks real genuine concern. “I can feel my calf cramping.” I say the first thing that comes to mind. As i’m looking at Madison she’s completely oblivious to what’s going on. “Those are the worst!” I groan again trying to cover it with a cough.

Matt’s fingers are going in and out of me at such a fast pace. “I can feel you’re about to cum, y/n.” I nod my head. Everyone looks up as the waiter brings our food. I see Chris smirk and turn to us. “Look at the waiter who was flirting with you while you cum.”

“What!” I whisper yell. “Do it, or we won’t let you,” Matt whispers. “The Chicken Alfredo?” The waiter looks at me and winks. “Th-thank you.” I start stuttering as I feel their fingers moving at a faster pace. The waiter furrowed his eyebrows for a quick second. I bite my lip; I feel the knot in my stomach growing. I grab Chris’s thigh, trying to stop myself from moaning out loud.

“Look at him, y/n,” Matt says with a stern voice. I look at the waiter, and Chris looks back to ensure I’m looking. I can’t hold it anymore the euphoric feeling taking over my body. My legs are shaking. My hand is covering my mouth as I try not to make a sound.

A soft moan escapes my mouth, but thankfully, Nick drops his fork at the same time so no one hears. Their fingers slow down, helping me ride out my high. “Such a good girl,” Matt whispers in my ear. I tried to steady my breathing and saw Chris licking his fingers clean.

“Eat up,sweetheart.” Chris says.

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A/N: thank you soooo much for reading i hope u enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it! let me know if u want to be tagged in all my future fics!✨

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[rootedinrevisions]

Playing with Fire

SUMMARY: When a lingering injury leaves you sidelined from the WWE ring, you find yourself with far too much time on your hands. And what better way to fill that time than by teasing your fellow superstar, Damian Priest? Wearing his shirt, flaunting a dangerously short skirt, and pushing every button you know will get under his skin, you enjoy the game—until Damian decides he’s had enough. With patience wearing thin and his control slipping, Damian flips the script, and suddenly, it’s not a game anymore. Now, you’re playing with fire, and the real question is: how much heat can you handle?

WARNINGS: Teasing.

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

You had a lot of extra time on your hands these days, the kind of time that left you restless. With an injury keeping you out of the ring, your usual routine—meeting with creative, gearing up, and performing in front of roaring crowds—had come to a sudden halt. Now, you were limited to light work backstage, and while it was nice not to be under constant pressure, you missed the adrenaline rush.

But today, you had something else in mind.

You tugged at the hem of your black mini skirt, knowing it was shorter than anything you normally wore. Paired with a Judgement Day shirt that wasn’t yours—but Damian’s—it was a subtle way to get his attention. You’d been looking forward to seeing his reaction all day.

As you made your way through the hallways backstage, you spotted Damian leaning against a production crate, deep in conversation with one of the crew members. His tall frame and tattoos were unmistakable, even in the busy hustle of the arena. When his eyes caught sight of you, they flickered with curiosity, and you couldn't help the knowing smile that spread across your lips.

Casually, you sauntered over to him, feeling his gaze rake over you. Before you could say anything, he beat you to it.

“Is that my shirt?” Damian asked, his eyebrow quirking as his eyes lingered on the Judgement Day logo stretched across your chest.

You tilted your head, your smirk widening as you looked up at him. “You mean our shirt?”

His lips twitched into a grin, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. He leaned in a little, his voice dropping just for you. “Hmm, I don’t remember lending it to you.”

“Must’ve slipped your mind.” You shrugged innocently, but your eyes were anything but. Before he could respond, you shifted your stance, one hand brushing over the hem of your skirt as you looked up at him, your voice playful. “What do you think of the skirt?”

Damian’s gaze slowly traveled down your body, taking in the short length of the skirt before his eyes met yours again. His grin widened as he leaned back, arms crossing over his chest. “I think it’s shorter than usual.”

“That’s the point.” You smirked, stepping closer so that your body almost brushed against his. Your voice lowered, teasing as you added, “Easy access… for later.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his eyes darkening with interest as they flickered down to your legs. “You sure you want to tease me like that right now? We’re still at work, you know.”

You shrugged, taking a step even closer until your fingers lightly grazed his arm. “I don’t see you complaining.”

He chuckled again, this time softer, his hand instinctively reaching for your hip, fingers brushing against the fabric of the mini skirt. The tension between you crackled, thickening the air around you. “Keep this up, and I might just have to remind you who that shirt really belongs to… later.”

Your eyes met his, heat simmering just beneath the surface as you bit back a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

With one last, lingering look, you turned on your heel and walked away, the sound of Damian’s quiet laughter following you. You could feel his eyes on you as you disappeared down the hallway, knowing full well you’d gotten exactly the reaction you were hoping for.

The rest of the night, you made it your mission to keep Damian on his toes. It wasn’t just the fact that you were wearing his shirt—it was the way you carried yourself, the sly smirks and lingering touches, the way you kept walking by just close enough to brush against him, but never close enough for more.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and the look in his eyes told you he knew it too.

Hours had passed since your initial teasing, and now, you found yourself backstage again, leaning against a catering table. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Damian across the room, deep in conversation with one of the creative team members. His focus was elsewhere, which made it the perfect time to mess with him some more.

Grinning to yourself, you grabbed a bottle of water and casually walked over to him. Damian didn’t notice you right away, but the moment you slid up next to him, letting your arm barely brush against his, you had his attention.

You glanced up at him innocently, flashing a smile at the creative team member before turning your focus to Damian. “Hey. Having a good night?”

Damian gave you a long look, clearly trying to stay composed in front of the other person. He kept his voice even, though his eyes told a different story. “You could say that. You?”

You shrugged, twisting the cap off the water bottle in your hands and taking a long, deliberate sip. His eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering on the curve of your lips before flicking back up to meet yours.

“Bored, mostly,” you replied, your tone casual, though there was nothing innocent about the way you leaned into him ever so slightly, your body brushing against his for a brief moment. “Not much to do when you’re injured, you know?”

He grunted softly, his lips twitching as though he was holding back a grin. “So I’ve noticed.”

You bit your lip, then glanced around, making sure no one was paying too much attention to the two of you. When you were sure the coast was clear, you leaned in a little closer, your voice dropping just for him. “I’ve been thinking... since I can’t wrestle, maybe I should find something else to keep me busy tonight.”

His brow arched, and though his expression remained neutral, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You gave him a once-over, your gaze trailing from his chest up to his face before you locked eyes with him again. “I dunno, maybe I’ll just keep teasing you until you break. See how much you can handle.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly, though the tension between the two of you was undeniable. His hand subtly rested on your lower back, just above the hem of the too-short skirt. The touch was light, but enough to make your skin tingle beneath his fingers.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You might not like what happens when I do break.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, smirking up at him. “I think I’d like it just fine.”

Before Damian could respond, someone from Creative called his name, forcing him to shift his focus back to the conversation. But even as he spoke with them, his hand remained at your back, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, keeping the connection between you alive and electric.

Deciding to push your luck a little further, you took a step back, just enough to make his hand slip from your waist. You glanced down at the hem of your skirt, pretending to smooth it down, though you made sure to catch his eye as you ran your hands over your thighs.

“By the way,” you said, your tone teasing as you glanced back up at him. “You didn’t tell me if you liked the skirt earlier...”

Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his patience clearly being tested, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “I think it’s gonna be a problem if you keep wearing it.”

You chuckled softly, leaning in just enough so your lips were close to his ear. “Maybe that’s the point.”

The heat between you simmered, but before he could respond, you winked and walked away, leaving him standing there, shaking his head with a grin.

You hadn’t seen Damian in a while after your last little stunt, and you were starting to wonder if maybe you’d finally pushed him too far. It was well into the night now, and the usual buzz backstage was starting to die down as the show began to wrap up. 

You leaned against a wall, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly when you felt a familiar presence behind you.

Before you could turn around, Damian’s deep voice rumbled in your ear. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

A slow smile spread across your face, but you didn’t immediately turn to face him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and that alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, even though you both knew exactly what this was about.

Damian stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, pinning you between him and the wall. His breath was hot against your neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing just against your ear. “You’re so in for it when we get to the hotel.”

Your pulse quickened, and you smirked to yourself before finally turning your head to glance up at him. “Oh yeah? What are we gonna do at the hotel, big guy? Are you planning to fuck me?”

He chuckled low in his throat, but there was no humor in his voice—just the unmistakable edge of someone who’d finally reached their limit. He leaned in even closer, so close that his lips were barely a breath away from your ear, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Fucking is a reward. But you haven’t been good tonight. Not even close.”

Your smirk faltered, just a little, as the weight of his words sank in. The playful game you’d been indulging in all night suddenly felt very real, and the shift in his demeanor sent a jolt of excitement through you. You’d been teasing him all night, but now… now it was clear Damian was ready to remind you who was in control.

“You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” he continued, his voice low and dangerous. “Parading around in that tiny skirt, wearing my shirt, flirting with me like it’s all a game?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as his hand slid down your side, fingertips grazing your bare thigh beneath the skirt. “Maybe I was just having a little fun,” you said, though your voice was softer now, the bravado you’d been carrying all night starting to wane under his intense gaze.

Damian’s lips curved into a dark smile as he leaned back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Oh, I know you were having fun. But that fun’s over now.”

Before you could respond, his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze head-on. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of amusement and challenge, daring you to keep pushing him. “I’m not impressed with your little game tonight, cariño,” he murmured. “You’ve been trying to get under my skin all night, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the playful smirk that had been on your lips long gone as you stared up at him. His thumb brushed lightly against your bottom lip, and the tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“But don’t worry,” he added, his voice soft but filled with promise. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for that reward.”

Your pulse raced, the mixture of anticipation and excitement bubbling up inside you. There was something thrilling about the way he had flipped the script, taking control of the situation after you’d spent the entire night trying to tease him.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but it was impossible with Damian so close. His hand slid down from your chin to your throat, his grip firm but not painful, just enough to make you feel how easily he could dominate the situation if he wanted to.

“And now,” he said, his tone commanding, “you’re gonna go to the hotel. You’re gonna wait for me. And when I show up, you’ll be ready.”

You blinked up at him, the weight of his words sinking in as he released his hold on you. “Ready for what?”

A slow, grin spread across his face. “You’re punishment.”

He stepped back, putting just enough space between you to make your body instantly crave the heat of his again. He didn’t need to say anything else—the look in his eyes was enough. You’d started the teasing tonight, but now, it was clear Damian was the one in control.

“Go,” he ordered his voice firm. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded, biting your lip as you turned to walk away. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, watching you as you left. The promise of what was to come hung in the air between you, thick with tension and anticipation.

As you made your way back to the hotel, your mind raced with thoughts of what Damian had planned. He hadn’t been impressed with your teasing tonight, but the excitement of knowing that he was about to turn the tables on you had your body buzzing with anticipation.

Dedicated to my bestie @caramara3

[sheerfreesia007]

Confession to Quench Your Thirst

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 1,203

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Changbin needs your help with something that he forgot back at his apartment. What happens when he blurts out a confession as his way to try and convince you to help him?

Agi: Baby

You frowned softly as you fought with the stray strands of hair that refused to lay flat on your now straightened hair. Today you were supposed to be meeting up with some of your girlfriends for brunch to sit and catch up after not having a lot of time to meet. It had been almost a full month of nonstop work for all of you and you were desperate for some girl time. Huffing softly you gritted your teeth before giving up on your hair as you heard your cellphone begin to ring with Changbin’s ringtone.

Smiling softly you looked over to where it sat on your vanity table and saw Changbin’s goofy face filling the screen as it rang. You easily slid your finger across the screen and answered the call, putting it on speaker phone before turning back to your mirror and trying once more to get your flyaway hairs to lay flat.

“City morgue, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em!” you answer cheerfully with a happy grin on your face. The answering sigh makes you chuckle excitedly before Changbin answers.

“You know I don’t understand you when you do this, Agi.” he whines softly and you laugh even louder at his slight annoyance of your joke. Your stomach also flutters and somersaults at the sweet nickname he always calls you when you two talk.

“Aw c’mon Bin Man! It’s just a joke. I’ve got loads of them.” you tell him cheerily and he sighs once more before you indulge him. “What do ya need Bin Man? I thought you were pumping iron today.” you tease him.

“I swear-” he begins as you laugh delightedly before he cuts himself off. “I am at the gym today but I need a favor from my favorite Agi.” he says suddenly and almost pleading with you. You smile softly knowing that he probably forgot something and needed it for his gym session.

“What’d you forget?” you ask and he squawks loudly as you grin.

“Why do you think I forgot something Agi?” he asks, offended and you laugh softly at his question before shaking your head.

“Bin Man, we all know you can’t multitask to save your life sweetheart. It’s not that much of a secret.” you tease him gently and he huffs into the phone causing you to laugh once more. “C’mon just tell me what you need me to grab for you. I’m heading out to brunch with the girls soon so tell me now so I have enough time to get it to you before heading to brunch.” you explain to him and hear him grumble lowly into the phone.

“I forgot my water bottle and the gym has run out of their water bottles too. Can you please grab it for me from the apartment?” he asks pleadingly and you smile knowingly at the man.

“I don’t know Bin.” you begin to say as you grab your purse from your bed and double check to make sure your wallet and keys are inside before you slip a pair of sunglasses over your face and start walking to your front door.

“I’ll make it up to you if you just do me this one favor, Agi I promise!” he cries into the phone and you sigh softly trying to sound as put out for doing this favor for him as you possibly can just to tease him further. You love teasing Changbin because he’s such an expressive man as it is but when he’s being teased it’s so much more. You can just picture him now standing in the gym on the phone with you, bouncing from one foot to the other as he anxiously looks around the gym while his cheeks heat up at your teasing. You know his lips are twisting into a slight pout.

“I don’t know.” you say softly as you make your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and over to Chanbin and Hyunjin’s door on the floor below yours, thankful that you live in the same apartment complex as all the boys. You had been so excited when Changbin had told you that they were moving into your apartment complex because it meant that you would get to spend more time with him. And ever since they had moved you would either be at his apartment or him and Hyunjin would invade yours, it was a great set up and one that you hoped stayed that way for awhile. “Where’s Hyunjin? Why can’t he bring you the water bottle?” you ask as you slip your key into his door and easily walk inside, you knew as soon as he asked you for something you would do whatever you could to give it to him. Your relationship was just a constant give and take between the two of you, always making sure to check on each other and give each other everything and whatever you needed. You loved that about your relationship with Changbin, you knew without a doubt that if you were ever in need of something he would make sure you got one way or another and it was vice versa with you for him.

“He’s in Paris for a fashion show. Agi I swear if I had anyone else to grab my bottle I’d ask them.” he whines softly and you tut at him trying to calm down. You walk into their kitchen and spot the lime green water bottle with a smile forming on your lips.

“What’s the magic word?” you ask teasingly as you grab the bottle and turn around to head out of their apartment.

“I love you.” he responds instantaneously and you feel your eyes widen as you grow silent replaying his words. You can tell Changbin is shocked at his bold confession as well since he hasn’t made a noise since saying those three little words. But just as you take in that moment of pure love between the two of you he’s starting to stutter as nerves grip him. “I-I I’m s-s-”

“I’m gonna kiss you when I get there. You better be ready for it.” you blurt out suddenly and grin widely as happiness and giddiness fills your body. Suddenly you hear his soft giggles and your heart soars with happiness at how cute he sounds.

“I get a kiss just for saying I love you?” he asks, sounding more confident now and you grin as you make it to your car with his water bottle. “What do I get if I tell you I’ve been in love with you for months now?” he asks teasingly now.

“Face full of kisses and your own I love you too confession.” you tell him boldly and his answering giggle rings over your phone speakers as you begin driving to him. “You’ve got about ten minutes to prep those plush lips babe I’m already on the way.” you tell him smugly and you can’t help your own chuckle as Changbin’s giggle rings out again.

“I can’t wait Agi. Drive safely.” he coos at you before you both hang up. Your grin is near blinding as you hurriedly drive to the gym to meet up with your boyfriend.

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[ginnyw-potter]

Because that would be incredibly lame

Summary: Harry considers what kind of house he would like to live in, and asks for Ginny's opinion.

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“What kind of house do you like, Ginny?”

It was several weeks before they both finished their last year at Hogwarts when he asked this. She put down her quill beside her Potions homework and turned around. She sat up on her knees by the couch, where Harry rested on his back. One hand tucked behind his head, the other played absent-mindedly with his Snitch.

She leaned a bit closer and rested her hands on the edge of the couch. “Is this your way to ask me to move in with you? Because that would be incredibly lame.”

He offered her an incredulous look. “I am not that much of a twat...usually.”

She grinned at him. “So you do not want to move in with me?” She tilted her head innocently, knowing she had set him up for failure either way.

He turned red. “Ginny.”  

With his attention elsewhere, his hand did not chase after the Snitch and it softly soared away through the common room. He leaned on his elbow, turning towards her. She kept eye contact.

“I need to find a house, for myself. I can’t stay in the Burrow forever, and I do not want to live in Grimmauld Place. And if I would get a house, you’d be there frequently, wouldn’t you?”

Her gaze softened at his words. “Yes. I would hope so.”

“And so, I thought it must be something you like too. Your dad said I could probably afford a house.”

She held back her snort. “My dad? Perhaps he was hinting at something.”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I am sure your dad did not suggest we would live in sin.” His eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin.

“He is not an idiot, you know, about what we get up to.” Her fingers walk over his chest up to his collarbones. “However, maybe he was suggesting something with more commitment.”

He laughed and let himself drop back on the couch. He looked up towards the ceiling. “If you want to marry me, you will just have to propose.”

She tried to playfully swat at him, but he caught her hand and entwined their fingers, turning it towards him. “Though that finger would look lovely with a ring on it.”

She took her hand back and joined him on the couch. He made place for her so she could lie beside him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and she found comfort in the familiarity of it.

“I like cosy houses. Something that is clearly lived in and enjoyed,” she said.

He hummed. “Something like the Burrow, but slightly less crooked?”

“Yes.”

“And a big garden for Quidditch practice.”

She nodded. “And perhaps we should think ahead, so we do not have to haphazardly add rooms on top.”

“Good point,” he said lightly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “We will give my mum and dad a month or two to adjust that all her children are out of Hogwarts before I go anywhere.”

“They can start counting down until Victoire comes, 11 years to go.”

She chuckled lightly. “What is the Hogwarts castle without a Weasley in it?”

“It is not great,” Harry mused. “I think anything you would like to call ‘home’ should have a Weasley in it.” He caressed her cheek.

“Don’t say that too loudly or you’ll be stuck with Mr Lanky Blue Eyes over there.” She nodded in the direction of Ron. She put her leg over his. “Instead of me.”

His hand dropped to her waist and squeezed it closer. “I am sure Hermione has Ron’s life planned out for the next fifteen years, he simply doesn’t know it yet.” He threw her another lopsided grin.

She smiled at him. “I’m sure he knows. He simply lets her.”

“Right,” he said. “Am I putting up too much of a fight for your future plans?”

She chuckled. “Definitely.”

“Your future plans are... Holyhead Harpies?”

“Yes.” She still could not believe she was already signed with them. “And you are there.”

He blinked at her. “Nothing else?”

“I think the rest will be things we should decide together, so all those plans are vague.”

He breathed in deeply. “I do like the sound of that.” A silence fell. “Do you think we should get married before we move in together? Do people expect that?”

She sat up and leaned on her hand. “Is this your way to ask me to marry you? Because that would be incredibly lame.” Her face hovered over his. “Hm, Potter?”

His hand cupped her cheek. “All in due time, Weasley. It’s nice to know you want it that bad you only consider it ‘lame’. You’re not even peeved. That means I won’t have to worry too much about your reply when I do ask.”

She kissed him. “Would you ever doubt my reply?”

His brows knitted together, his thumb traced her bottom lip. Then he shook his head. “Maybe I do not.”

[artdcnaldson]

ok so . basically. art has to break patrick's brattiness. he has to just edge him and fuck him until pat is like . brain dead and then art STILL won't let him cum so patrick is whimpering and whining like a puppy and art is just being soooo mean. maybe they even take a video for tashi ! — 🪵

ougghhhhh yeah <3 Edging him and not letting him cum would BREAK him.

Art just knows him too well— he’s seen the way Patrick gets right before he cums time and time again. Before, when he’d have to hide the fact that he was looking/listening/wanting… and more recently, when he’s had Patrick pinned beneath him, with a hand or his mouth wrapped around the brunet’s cock.

He knows his tells. He can feel it in the way Patrick’s cock pulses and kicks in his fist and his balls draw up, see it the way Patrick’s toes curl and flex, how his abs tense, hear it the exact pitch and volume of his moans. Patrick can lie and lie and say he’s not close, beg Art to keep going, but Art knows.

The first few times, Patrick just gives a weak little whine and lays there panting as his cock twitches against his tummy. But the longer Art holds out, the more he aches for release. His cock is flushed an angry red, almost painfully hard. Art’s fucking mean when he’s punishing Patrick for being bratty too, doesn’t even bat an eye when Patrick starts whining and begging. Art doubles down, actually. Slicks up his palm with even more lube and just tortures Patrick’s oversensitive tip :( pulls back before he cums so his cock just throbs pathetically.

He has to put a tight cock ring on before he fucks Pat bc he’s such a slut for it that Art’s sure he’d cum just from getting his prostate drilled :( Art makes him lay on his back and hold his knees to his chest so he can watch all of Patrick’s expressions and see the way his cock drips pre all slick and messy. The second Art’s cock slams into his prostate Patrick goes brainless. All whiny and babbling out garbled pleas of “please” and and “more” even though he cant cum it just feels so good :( when Art gets close he pulls out and cums all over Patrick’s tummy, glazing his untouched dick in pearly white, which just serves as more lube to keep him slick and wet for him to play with <3

Tashi gets home and sees the state Patrick’s in and it’s just too adorable. All teary eyed and begging her to take pity on him for once. She figures he’s learned his lesson anyway. The second she pulls off the cock ring and just rubs her thumb over his tip he spills a huge load all over her fingers and his stomach. Poor boy cums so hard he blacks out a little :(

[novaursa]

Fire and Heart

- Summary: You accept your life with Aegon, finding happiness in him and your growing family.

- Paring: sister!reader/Aegon I Targaryen

- Note: This is one of possible futures of The Broken Crown series. If these events happen, the reader doesn't go to Dorne.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @fiction-fanfic-reader @fireandblood-mharmie @poisonedsultana

You stand in the nursery, the sound of laughter and playful giggles filling the warm air. Your son, Aerion, chases his sisters, Aelora and Vaella, around the room, their silver hair flying like a cascade of moonlight. You smile softly, watching them, your heart swelling with a love so fierce it almost frightens you.

"Mother, look!" Aerion shouts, his eyes shining with pride as he catches Vaella, pulling her into a tight hug. She squeals, pretending to struggle, her face a picture of pure mischief. Aelora claps her hands, her laughter ringing out like bells.

"Well done, my brave little dragon," you praise, brushing a stray lock of hair from Aerion’s face. He beams up at you, his expression so much like Aegon's that it makes your heart ache. You reach out, smoothing Aelora’s dress and patting Vaella’s hair. Your children, your precious gems.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door. Aegon stands there, his gaze intense and thoughtful, as it always is when he looks at you. He steps into the room, his presence commanding and undeniable, even here, among his own blood. The children rush to him, their small arms wrapping around his legs, and for a moment, he is not the conqueror but simply a father, smiling down at his brood.

“Aegon,” you greet, your voice soft but steady. There is no resentment anymore, no lingering bitterness over the betrothal he shattered, the future he stole and replaced with his own desires. It took time, but you forgave him. You learned to love him, to see beyond his ambition and pride, to the man who is as much yours as you are his.

“Sister,” he replies, though there’s a warmth in his tone that belies the formality of the word. He bends down, lifting Aerion into his arms. The boy laughs, a bright, carefree sound, and Aegon’s face softens. He looks at you over your son’s shoulder, his violet eyes dark and deep, like the sky before a storm.

“How do you fare today?” he asks, his voice quieter now, meant only for you.

You smile, a small, genuine curve of your lips. “The children keep me busy, but they are good. They bring me joy.”

Aegon nods, his gaze lingering on you, something unspoken in his eyes. You step closer, reaching out to smooth a crease in his tunic, your fingers brushing against his chest. His hand covers yours, warm and strong.

“You’ve given me a family, Aegon,” you say, your voice steady, though there’s a strange, fluttering sensation in your chest. “Three beautiful children.”

He inclines his head, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “And you’ve given me more than I ever deserved.”

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. You’ve thought about this for a while, weighed your fears against your desires. You look up at him, holding his gaze.

“I want another.”

For a moment, there is only silence, the children’s laughter a distant sound. Aegon blinks, his expression shifting from surprise to something else, something deeper, warmer. His grip on your hand tightens, and there’s a flicker of something almost like hope in his eyes.

“Another child?” he asks, his voice low, as if afraid to break the spell.

You nod, your heart racing. “Yes. I want to give you another child.”

Aegon’s lips part, but no words come out. He looks at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time, or perhaps seeing something he’s always hoped to see. Slowly, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there, his breath warm against your skin.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice rough. “After everything…?”

“I’m sure,” you whisper, looking up into his eyes. “I want this, Aegon. I want to give you another child, to have another piece of us in this world.”

He closes his eyes, exhaling a long, shuddering breath. When he opens them again, there’s a light in his gaze, a kind of fierce joy that you’ve rarely seen.

“Then I will give you what you want,” he says, his voice a promise, a vow.

You smile, something tight and warm loosening in your chest. You rise on your toes, pressing your lips to his, a soft, lingering kiss. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that still surprises you, even after all these years.

“Tonight,” he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “Will you send the children to bed early?”

A soft laugh escapes you, the sound light and free. You nod, your forehead resting against his. “Yes. Tonight.”

Aegon pulls you closer, his hand cradling the back of your neck. “I love you, sister,” he says, the words quiet but fervent, like a prayer. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too, Aegon,” you reply, your voice steady, true. “And I always will.”

In that moment, with your children’s laughter surrounding you, Aegon’s arms around you, and the promise of another life between you, you feel whole. Complete.

And you know, without a doubt, that you have made the right choice.

The candles flicker softly in your chambers as you wait, nerves fluttering in your stomach. The children are asleep in the nursery, nestled together with their cousins, Aenys and Maegor. The quiet stillness of the castle feels almost heavy, as if it’s holding its breath along with you.

You stand by the window, looking out at the darkened skies, when you hear the door open behind you. You turn, your heart skipping a beat. Aegon stands there, the door closed behind him, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in long strides, his hands finding your waist, pulling you against him. His mouth crashes down on yours, hot and insistent, swallowing whatever words you were about to say. You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, the kiss consuming, overwhelming.

“Aegon—” you gasp against his lips, but he doesn’t let you finish. His hands are everywhere, rough and urgent, tugging at the laces of your dress. You can feel the raw need in him, the desire that has been simmering between you all day now boiling over.

His lips trail down your neck, and you arch into him, your pulse racing. “I need you,” he breathes against your skin, his voice rough and desperate. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with hunger. “I need you now.”

There’s no hesitation in you as you nod, your hands fumbling with the fastenings of his tunic. Your fingers brush over his skin, feeling the heat and strength beneath, and a shiver runs through you. He shrugs out of his clothing, his hands never leaving you, stripping away the barriers between you with a swift, practiced ease.

Your dress falls to the floor, forgotten, and then his hands are on you, his body pressing you back toward the bed. You don’t break the kiss, your mouths locked together, tasting, claiming. The world narrows to just the two of you, the heat of his skin against yours, the scent of him filling your senses.

He lifts you, and you cling to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against you, and the anticipation coils tighter in your belly. He lowers you to the bed, his body covering yours, his weight a welcome, familiar pressure.

“Please, Aegon,” you whisper, your voice breathless, pleading. He groans, his lips capturing yours again, his hand sliding between your thighs. He finds you wet and wanting, and he curses softly against your mouth.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, his voice a strained growl. And then, with one powerful thrust, he’s inside you, filling you, stretching you. You cry out, your back arching, the sensation both achingly familiar and exquisitely new.

He pauses, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged. “You feel… gods, you feel perfect.”

You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you adjust to the fullness of him, the heat spreading through you like wildfire. “Move,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to move, his hips snapping against yours in a hard, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, your body rising to meet his, your breath mingling with his in gasps and broken moans.

There’s no gentleness in him tonight, no restraint. His hands are rough on your skin, his mouth devouring yours, his need a wild, untamed thing. You respond in kind, matching him stroke for stroke, your bodies a tangle of sweat and heat and desperate longing.

“Aegon,” you gasp, his name a prayer on your lips, your fingers clutching at his back. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he drives into you, deeper, harder.

“I want to fill you,” he growls, his voice low and fierce, each word punctuated by a thrust. “I want to give you another child. I want everyone to know you are mine.”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice breaking, your body trembling beneath him. “Yes, Aegon. I’m yours.”

His hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive spot that has you crying out, your body clenching around him. He thrusts harder, deeper, his movements becoming erratic, his control slipping.

The pressure builds inside you, winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, stealing your breath, your voice. You shatter around him, your body tightening, convulsing, and he follows you over the edge with a hoarse shout, his body going taut, his release pulsing deep inside you.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, harsh and uneven, your bodies still joined, still trembling with the aftershocks. He collapses against you, his weight warm and solid, his arms wrapping around you as if he can’t bear to let you go.

You hold him close, your fingers trailing through his hair, your heart still racing. He shifts, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes soft, the fierceness replaced by something gentler, something almost tender.

“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You smile, a slow, languid curve of your lips. “More than all right.”

Aegon’s lips find yours again, softer this time, lingering, as if savoring the taste of you. “I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, the words quiet, but there’s a depth to them that makes your heart ache.

“I love you too, Aegon,” you whisper, your hands cradling his face.

He smiles, a rare, unguarded smile that lights up his eyes. “We’ll have another child,” he says, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. “A strong, healthy one, just like the others.”

You nod, your heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. “Yes, we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you, his body still warm and close against yours, you believe it. You believe in him, in the life you’ve built together, in the family you’ll continue to grow.

Tonight, the future seems as bright and boundless as the stars outside your window. And for the first time in a long while, you feel truly at peace.

[jadeluz-official]

He always loved her, didn't he?

[tonycries]

FIVE! - C.K.

Synopsis. Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader 

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, bréeding, Choso with rings + a tongue piercing, creampíe, mentioned kids, cúmplay, he goes feraI, oraI (fem receiving), Itadori family shenanigans (mild spoilers for unc-kuna), overstím, fíngering, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Will I ever write a Choso fic without the Itadori family? No absolutely not.

4:37PM.

“Ooo, Cho can we check that place out?”

And, listen, just because Choso would give you the moon right along with his heart doesn’t exactly mean he’s jumping with joy when he follows your gaze to that gaudy little shop tucked away in a corner of the mall. Flashing a loud, glittering sign reading, “FORTUNES: FIND YOUR FUTURE!”

Traitorous memories flash through his mind with each step you drag him closer. Of all those fortune shops he’d frequented years ago, trying to figure out whether you’d say yes to a date - before even thinking of actually asking you. 

He won’t ask anything, Choso reassures, stepping through the heady, curtained doorway. Probably not anything, he’s musing, pulling out his wallet to pay for your session. Well, maybe some things, he concludes, eyeing the sprightly old woman that takes a seat opposite you two, peering down at her dramatically large glass ball on the table. 

But that doesn’t mean he’ll-

“Babies.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.” the woman gives a solemn nod. “Five of them.”

Both of you let out a squawk of surprise, much to the amusement of the fortune teller. And Choso can feel his palms getting sweaty against your own as he manages to croak out a low, disbelieving, “Five?”

All but toppling out of his seat in suspense as she takes a moment to scrutinize her orb once more. And, surely glass balls can glitch, right? Mix up fortunes or something? Because while he knows you’ll be by his side in this life and every other one after - kids were a whole other responsibility that neither of you had talked about, yet.

At least, that’s what Choso was trying to convince himself right before the woman lets out a thoughtful hum, “Well, you-” pointing a wisened, accusing finger right in his flushed face. “-want more - about eight - but, of course, your future wife says no.” Gesturing to your giggling figure, “Honestly, young man, learn to keep it in your pants, the poor dear!”

Shit, he was going to run away, do something to end up on the national news - and judging by the way you squeeze his hand, you could tell, too. 

Subconsciously, Choso’s eyes scan the wall for any hidden cameras, wondering what type of strange prank this was. It had happened once four years ago - and just-so-happened to be what made him give up and finally ask you out - but, hey, it made for a pretty great first date story, right?

Finding none, he sighs, barely opening his mouth to ask before she plows on, “And of course there’s only so many your uncle can piggyback at once, right? No matter how much that grump says he doesn’t like it.”

Right.

Of course.

Oh god, he thinks he could faint. 

Choso doesn’t dare say anything for the rest of the session, nor does he look directly in your eyes. Save for that one time to admire your delighted laugh when the fortune teller prattles on about how your kids will “fight his needy self for your attention.”

Not until the two of you are stepping back out into the too-bright mall, your fingers intertwined with his, voice sweet in his ear as you continue with your forgotten mission to find the good brownie mix for the family dinner tonight. 

“Eyes like yours and hair like mine.” You sigh, repeating what you’d heard mere minutes ago. Hooking a finger subtly into his belt loop, smirking, “Sooo, five, huh? You’re this worked up over that?”

“N-no.” Choso replies hastily, but the heavy gulp he takes is a dead giveaway he can’t stop thinking about tiny combinations of the two of you running around. Face too-hot, hands jittery, brows furrowed as he decides for the second time in his life that, yeah he’s never stepping foot inside a fortune shop again. 

You notice - of course, you do. 

Especially when he pulls you into the nearest changing stall, knuckle-deep inside your drenched panties, rings cool against your cunt, lips kissing at your throat. Ignoring your teasing complaints about “getting late”, despite how you’re letting him have his way. 

He feels the vibration of your voice under his hot tongue, laughing - even when he gives your pretty clit a little pinch. “Five.”

And through it all, he can’t help but think - hypothetically, of course, that he hopes they all have your laugh.

---

7:16PM.

Honestly, the one thing that made the Itadori residence more of a home to Choso was having you there. Even when you’re standing with him outside the front door, letting out a sigh as you glare at your sad excuse for brownies.

“Ugh, Cho, we totally burnt them.” you grumble up at your boyfriend. “Your dad is gonna hate it and Sukuna’s gonna make fun of me and-”

“Sukuna can try.” Choso hits the doorbell once more, sure that the ruckus inside was too loud to even think over. “And he probably will.” Before turning back to your adorable pout, and ah he can’t stop himself from cupping your face, smoothing over that furrow in your brow. He leans in to give your lips a chaste peck, “But, he’s still gonna steal some. N’ dad’ll love it, and you already know gramps is gonna sneak in some even though his doctor told him not to.” He’s getting out through kisses, pulling your giggling face closer to his. “And we’ll be lucky to get any before Itadori inhales them.”

He ends his little speech with a slow, lingering kiss. Sliding his soft lips across your now much happier ones. Dancing a hand down to pull your hips closer, murmuring throatily, “N’ most of all, I’m gonna love ‘em, baby.”

You gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pressing just at the hem of your panties through your dress, “You’re- you’re too much.” You hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. “But, the brownies really are-”

Slam!

“Yeah yeah, Jin, the brats are finally here, jus’ fucking on the porch!” 

If there’s anything Choso’s learned from all the times you’ve had dinner with his family, it’s that 1. Yes, the brownies - as burnt and questionable as they were - will always turn out to be a hit in the Itadori household. 2. You were really, really too perfect for your own good, even amidst the chaos. 

“Oh no, let me.” you flash Jin a beaming smile, taking over the well cleared-out plates to the kitchen. Only to be followed by an enthusiastic Yuji almost tripping over his own feet to help you out. 

“You got a good one there.” Choso snaps out of his soft stare to whirl around at where his grandpa was seated next to him. He tips his head over to where you were chattering animatedly with the younger boy taking your load of dishes. “Real lovely. Though, the desert I’m assuming you helped out with.”

Jin pipes up, “Bah! I thought that liquorice was great.”

“They were…brownies.” Face burning, he stammers, knowing full well that you were the one that forgot them in the oven. “And uh y-yeah, you got me…”

And, of course, because it’s a family dinner, Sukuna has to lean over to rile him up. Interjecting teasingly, “Then you best wife that cute lil’ thing up before those baking skills of yours make ‘em run off n’ find someone that can bake.” He smirks devilishly, eyes flitting to the view of the kitchen, “And…”

“And?”

“-is fuckin’ great with kids, too.”

Several things happen at once - the words are barely out of Sukuna’s mouth before he’s being swatted over the head. Hard. After all, being the nicer of the two doesn’t make Jin Itadori forget his roots as the older brother.

And Choso’s jaw is dropping into a soft oh! Not at the unusual display of strength, no, instead it was at the heavenly scene before him.

He swears, the lights grow just a bit brighter and the world becomes a little rosier at the sight of you teaching an eager Yuji the correct way to scrub strainers. Gently guiding the boy until that confused furrow between his brow disappears. “Yeah, just a bit more on the side and you’re done!”

He gives you a very soapy high-five, “You’re literally a lifesaver, Kugisaki was just making fun of me for this the other day.” Moving onto the rest of the workload, “‘Can’t do shit’ gonna show her, seriously. Thank you mom- uh-”

Yuji freezes. You freeze. And it seems that everyone in the world might’ve frozen, except for Sukuna who was still rubbing that bump on his head. 

And you, of course, promptly cutting off the flurry of apologies that looked like they were about to burst from Itadori’s lips. Smiling at the flustered boy softly, “Well…good job, Yuji.” you bump his hip. “And now onto the blender.”

“AW, MAN.”

Suddenly, everything was normal again. Except for Choso - definitely not Choso. 

Mom? 

So utterly, completely not Choso when everyone’s still talking downstairs, and he’s not. Making some cheap excuse about a ‘bathroom break’, which really didn’t explain why he covertly drags you behind him by the hand. All but shoving you into his childhood bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as he could without alerting anyone of your tryst. 

“Ch-Cho-” you squeal when he pushes you against the wall, dropping down to his knees with a fervor that makes you wince. But if it hurt, then Choso doesn’t show it - doesn’t show anything but pure need when he bunches your dress up at your waist. Soft tongue darting out to glide along your drenched slit, “What’s gotten- hngh- into you?”

The only response you get is a murmured growl of something you can’t bother deciphering. And he doesn’t give you any other, either - sluggishly nudging away your panties to admire your glistening cunt. 

So close. Just hovering over your puffy folds, smiling at the way they only get wetter at his hot breath, “Five.”

Too close. Glossy pink lips falling slack to wrap around your clit and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Though, it was more of a bang. And an even louder voice from outside, “OI, you brats better be decent, gramps found some dusty old albums n’ wants you two down.”

---

9:02PM.

“Awww, this is from his first fight with Yuji- yes, Choso so what if I took a picture?” Jin excitedly points to a photo on the page, “Yuji was the one with a bruise, but Choso was the one bawling.”

You titter at the glossy picture, a confused-looking Yuji as a toddler, being smothered by his older brother in a hug - big, fat tears running down his pouty cheeks. Adorable. And somehow that encounter with the fortune teller today rings in your mind - wonder if your kids would have those same eyes?

“As cute as ever, huh?” your gaze dances across all the gems of childhood on the page. 

“Disagreed.” Sukuna leans over, no matter how much he’d like to pretend he wasn’t interested in these albums. “Look how attached the lil’ anklebiter used to be.” A painted nail pokes at one of Choso on his uncle’s shoulders, tiny fists happily gripping onto pink hair - much to his disgruntlement. “And then I look over at him now and-” He glances over at the man in question, very much unamused. “Well. That’s disappointing.”

Choso rolls his eyes, “What’s disappointing is how you’re this old but still can’t find a-” 

“Ooo look this is from when he’d run away during bath time!”

That album is snatched so fast out of Jin’s hands that you wonder whether it might just be your imagination. But you look over at a red-faced Choso, seeing him hold it way above your heads. Muttering out a hasty, “I think that’s enough photo time.”

Amidst the collective groans of disappointment - even Sukuna lets out a low huff, you hadn’t gotten to those ugly matching Halloween costume pictures yet - only Yuji speaks up, “Do you think I’d be like that, too?”

Sukuna scoffs, “What? An emo bastard? Might just work out for ya, kid, the dumbass look isn’t doing you any favors.”

Yuji juts his chin in indignance, “No- we already have Fushiguro for that.” Tilting his head over to the album still tight in Choso’s clutches. “Do you think your kids would like me? Would I be that cool favorite family member?”

“No way, brat. It’ll be me.”

Choso’s grandpa also chimes in as well, “Huh? No, I’d be the favorite.”

“Gramps-”

“Says who?”

“DISRESPECT TO YOUR ELDERS!”

“Hey!” Everything turns to Choso, startled at his sudden outburst. Tension crackling as he pokes a thumb at his chest, “I’d be their favorite. For all five of them.”

And you knew a fist or two to be thrown, hell, you half-expected the album to be used as some type of weapon. Because before you knew it, Sukuna was on Yuji, and both Yuji and Choso were on Sukuna. Falling to the floor in a tangled pile while his grandpa sat on the sidelines, chanting an elated, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Ah, it’s times like this that you wonder how Jin Itadori really had the patience. Because with all the grace that was lacking in the current scuffle on the living room floor, he claps his hands loudly. “Alright. Perhaps Choso’s right, that’s enough photo time for tonight.” He plucks the album out of a dazed Choso still gripping onto it, before moving to walk out. “And for the record-” Flashing you all a devious smile which suddenly had you remember that shit, him and Sukuna were twins, after all. “-I’d be the favorite.”

The arguments that followed were ones you had to record on your phone to giggle at later. And, yet, through it all, the only thing you could truly focus on were Choso’s words - all five of them.

Fuck. You were truly, irrevocably so fucked, and one sideglance at the pretty pink blush burning at the tips of Choso’s ears told you he wasn’t faring any better. 

You jolt when his hand wraps around your waist - nothing out of the ordinary - but what was was the way he strayed past their usual perch at your hip, trailing slightly above to just caress your stomach. Something so electric in those eyes when they catch yours briefly. 

All five of them, huh?

---

9:37PM. 

SLAM!

“Cho, why’d you-”

“Shut up.”

You don’t know what’s hitting you first - his lips crashing against yours, or the realization that this was Choso. Dark eyes half-lidded, skin burning, breaths heaving with the fervor he was drinking you in with. 

“What-” you yelp when he pulls away lazily to suck on your lower lip. “What got-” Only to come clashing back down again, drawing out all the air in your lungs as he blindly shoves the two of you against the nearest wall. “What got into you this- mmpf-” And again it’s like Choso didn’t want you to talk - could bare another word in your sweet voice for fear of poking some deep, visceral part of himself awake. 

This time, not even daring to break the kiss, he pants into your open mouth, “Shut up.” So bruisingly sloppy, “Please.”

And oh he was so very determined to have it that way, because all you can do is let out breathless gasps when his hands dance down your body. Handling you so rough with the way he snaps the neckline of your cute lil’ dress, kneading your breasts, your hips. Everywhere and anywhere he could reach until he makes his way down to cup your already-damp cunt through your panties. “-because tonight m’gonna have her talking.”

Choso pushes his hips against yours with a strained grunt. Lips curling into a sinful leer when all you can do is gasp at the outline of his thick erection through his pants. Grinding down onto his palm subconsciously, dragging your sloppy pussy. 

“Shit.” Choso immediately brings his hand up to admire - now all glistening with a sheen of your syrupy slick. Looking you right in your glassy eyes as he pops a wet finger into his mouth. His own rolling to the back of his head, “Oh shit.”

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. So very, very much.

“Turns out…” he trails off, cutting himself off by dropping to his knees. Hard. Large hands groping your ass closer to his greedy mouth, “-she says we got some unfinished business.”

You whine when Choso hooks an index underneath the mound of your drenched panties sliding it along your puffy folds. All the way up until he was nudging at your pretty clit, then down, down, down until you were just coating his fingers. 

“Ngh- Cho-” your knees weaken, when his hot breath hits your pussy. And he notices - of course he does. Circling his muscled arms around your legs to hold you up, “Oh my god s’too much.”

Too much? He’s barely even getting started. And he tells you that - slurs it between his sharp canines biting down on the thin fabric of your panties. He tugs with his teeth, “M’gonna- fuck you smell so heavenly- m’gonna ruin you.” 

You whimper in disbelief. Knowing he was too entranced with your cunt to tease you again, you mewl, “Wh-what’s got you this- fuck- worked up, Cho?”

The only response you get is a throaty growl - like the mere idea of the answer to that has Choso losing his sanity. 

And, honestly he feels like he’s lost it already. Instead, taking his time to watch the way your slick beads through the see-through fabric with each passing second. Breaths coming out in little puffs as he pulls your panties back every-so-slightly and-

“Fuck!”

And then he’s pulling - ripping your poor panties to shreds. Cock twitching wildly at the strings of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric. Mouthwatering. 

Your panties lay in tatters on the floor. The cold air hitting you right along with his steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Smearing it across your folds with his thumbs as Choso repeats a single, jagged whisper, “Five.”

But you barely even have the time to register his response before he’s diving nose-deep into your dripping cunt. You don’t even know if he took the time to breathe - hell, he was kissing your puffy folds like he didn’t need to breathe. 

“Shouldn’t have taken me to ngh- that fortune shop.” his lips mesh sloppily with yours. “Shouldn’t have gone to dinner, too.” Licking down your folds, the cold metal of his piercing making your head spin. “Fuckkk we shouldn’t have. Ohhh we shouldn’t have- ”

He can’t help but let out a guttural, fucked-out little grunt at the sight. Looking right up into your glassy eyes as the tip of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit. On purpose. 

You buck your hips deeper into his pretty face, mewling. “O-oh. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Letting him lick so filthily all over your clit - your folds - just barely dipping into your hole like he couldn’t decide. And it finally sets in that just maybe you weren’t getting off easy this time. “Five?”

And fuck you can feel the way Choso grins against your pussy, wrapping his now-glossy lips around your clit to suck so harshly.

“Mhmmm.” he moans, cheeks hollowing as he tugs on your poor, ravaged clit. Rolling his tongue - the ball of his piercing - right across the sensitive bud in just the way he knew you liked. “Shouldn’t have put those thoughts in my head, baby.”

Oh.

Oh, shit. Five. 

You definitely weren’t making it out alive today.

The same sentiment seems to ring in Choso’s pussydrunk head as he pulls away with a lewd squelch to grin up at you. So fucking pretty with his eyes miles away, hair messily framing his smudged eyeliner. Lips all puffy and glistening, your slick covering the lower half of his face, his chin - some even on his jaw like Choso was trying to get messy on purpose. “Ya finally got it, baby? I could feel her gettin’ wetter.”

You did. How could you not?

You jump when Choso reattaches his lips, this time bullying his tongue past your folds, into that first, feeble ring of resistance. Stretching out your sopping entrance on his tongue in persistent, rough pushes. “Seems she hngh- really likes the idea, hm? Of me breeding this lil’ cunt?” he moans, muffled with the way he was thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper with each second. Roaming for those cute sensitive spots he knew so well, “N’ who am I to say no to the fuck- mother of my kids?”

“There! Oh my god there-” you cry when his piercing just hits at your g-spot. “I-I thought you ngh- didn’t want kids, Cho–”

As if to prove you wrong, Choso’s only curling his tongue deeper into your walls. Squeezing past your walls to fuck you exactly the way he wanted to with his aching cock right now. Hitting that magic spot again and again and-

“Oh yeah? Seems-” Like he was fucking addicted, Choso surges forward again. And again. And again and again so deep that you could feel the curve of his chin, each and every movement of his jaw. “Seems the last five hours were a bit- eye-opening. Fuck- you’re squeezin’ me s’fucking- mmf- tight”

And it was true - your walls were milking Choso’s tongue so hard you half-lucidly wondered whether it didn’t hurt. Whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up at this point, lips aching. 

But if they did, then Choso acted the exact opposite. Nails leaving neat little patterns on the plush of your hips as he makes you ride his face harder. 

“Cho!” you buck your hips wildly when that wasn’t enough for your needy boyfriend either. Big, fat tears of overstimulation rising up to your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your pulsing clit. Rings cold against your cunt when he starts to draw urgent, messy little circles in time with his tongue.“Oh fuck-” 

“Five.” he’s spitting into your cunt when your thighs start trembling beside his head. Jaw sagging open so lewdly as he gets faster - sloppier. Fuck any rhythm or reason. “Five.” he moans, sounding as strained as you felt - as taut as a tightrope right now with each drag of your sloppy cunt over Choso’s ravenous mouth. Greedier - letting your slick run all the way down his wrist now with how messy he was getting. “Five.” he whispers, when you finally cum. 

And shit, you’re such a vision when you do. Tears springing to your eyes, fingers tightening on Choso’s hair. Letting out such cute sobs of his name, hips moving out of control all over his mouth while he still pulls and pushes his tongue into your gummy walls. Fucking you so obscenely through your high. 

“Yeah? You all done with the first one, baby?” he rasps, giving your sensitive cunt one, last peck at your delirious nod - and another extra, just to watch you squirm. “Then-” Choso does the same up your body, pressing his lips to your stomach, “-you can-” the valley of your breasts. “-take responsibility.”

That’s all it takes for Choso to easily throw you onto his sculpted shoulders like some ragdoll. Taking long, urgent steps towards the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be your couch. 

“Cho- slow-” you squeal when he throws you onto the cushions. “-down.”

And he does anything but. Barely paying attention to your zipper when he pulls off whatever’s left of your dress, throwing it god-knows-where behind him. “I’ll buy you a new one when we go pregnancy shopping.”

Choso lets out a long, strained groan when he unbuckles your bra. “Gonna be so pretty as a mama.” Large, soft hands coming to knead and guide your pretty nipples into his mouth, “Gonna be- fuck- so pretty with these all full.” 

And you can only watch, jaw-dropped, as Choso sucks on your tits. Eyes rolling to the back of his head with how harsh he was - as if he was trying to get out milk. Needing to feel it - to taste it on his tongue. 

“And this- oh this-” A hand sneaks its way down to splay out over your stomach. Pressing down, hard. “So round and full with my kid.” He manages to grit out over the metal clinking of his belt, “They’ll look at you and all they’ll see is me.” He pauses, feeling something crinkle in his pocket - a shiny condom. One that Choso chucks along with your dress, “Fuck, they’ll see me. Know how I ruined you. Me me me me-”

Fuck- 

You’re so caught up in Choso’s sinful little mutters that you barely even noticed he’d pull down his pants - just enough for his rock-hard erection to spring free. And he looked so painfully hard, such an angry red at his weeping tip, leaking all the way down, down, down those prominent veins. 

Twitching upwards at the mere sound of your voice, “Why don’t you p-prove it then, Cho?”

You broke him. You were sure you broke him. 

The words have barely left your lips before Choso’s fist is squeezing at the drenched base of his cock. Angry. Desperate. 

All but cumming on the spot when he glides his fat head along your slit - letting your cunt drool all over him before-

“F-fuck-”

“Shhh baby, I know I know.” his mouth crashes against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on your tongue while he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. Inch by fucking inch. And whatever’s remaining of Choso’s sanity knows he should slow down, let you breathe, maybe stretch you out more - but how could he when he physically can’t. “Fuck- too- too good. God, I have t-to do this more often.”

Your raw cunt too heavenly that he genuinely can’t stop his hips from splitting you apart deeper, from spreading your thrashing legs so far apart it burned.

From feeling the way you’re torn between taking more and flattening your feet to push away- Letting out a strangled groan, “No no no no no- don’t you take this pussy away. How else will I breed her?” He runs his delirious mouth, strong arms just dragging you across the couch back onto his mean cock. “Need this- need this so bad. Fuck-” Choso throws his head back as your cunt sucks up his leaky tip. “-oh god think m’gonna die if I don’t get to breed this pretty pussy. To give her my kid.”

Pushing in small, sharp jabs to bully himself inside, having your puffy folds bulge so obscenely around his cock. Quivering and struggling to take him all. Not even a quarter of the way in yet he was pushing in and out in and out in and-

“Oh- please-” you claw down his toned back, his waist, onto the biceps that were pushing your knees up for easier access, all the way until they were at your tits. Folding you into a tight mating press, “Cho–”

Ah, that little nickname always did things to him. And Choso nuzzles the crook of your neck gently - the exact opposite of his hips, leaving faint, dark streaks of eyeliner on your skin. “What is it? What do you hngh- want, baby? I’ll give ya anything.”

And maybe you were a mastermind. Maybe you were an idiot. Because you hum into his ear, sending goosebumps rising down your boyfriend’s spine, “Wan’ five of them.”

If you thought you broke him before then you fucking ruined him now.

Because in one, harsh thrust he’s bottoming out - feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs, your hazy brain. And the stretch - fuck. You could feel each and every dip and curve of Choso’s girth, thrumming against your plushy walls. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, stretching you out like such a slut. 

It was all Choso could do to echo, over and over like some type of mantra. “Finally- Five, huh? Five- Fuck!” Leaving little bruises on your thighs from spreading them apart so hard. “Gonna give you five- fuck- five.”

Each word was punctuated by a long, mean thrust, not daring to reel back until Choso could feel his fat head kiss your poor cervix, and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

It was starting to take a toll on your ability to speak in coherent sentences - as expected, of course. 

“Oh- ngh- Cho, s’too deep. Too- ah-” you blubber tearily, heels digging into his shoulders. And he only fucks you harder into the couch. Bouncing you so rough on his swollen cock. 

“Too deep?” Choso mutters, sounding genuinely surprised. As if to confirm for himself, he trails up a hand to feel for where he knew he was leaving loving little marks on your cervix. Pressing down. “How are ya- hah- how are ya gonna let me breed this cute cunt if even this is too deep, huh?”

You don’t have the ability to answer even if you wanted to - because Choso starts to toy with your still-sensitive clit. Sending flashes of white-hot pleasure with each roll of his ringed thumb over it. Tiny, incessant circles.

He coos over your lewd ah! ah! ah! “Awww. My baby can’t s-speak anymore?”. The curve of his dick fucking you so dumb, massaging your tight walls, hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. “S’alright, jus’ let me hah- take care of it, okay? Jus’ let me paint this oh- heavenly pussy white.” Choso’s knees dig into the cushion as he angles his hips ever-so-slightly to hit that one-

“Fuck! Oh fuck- Cho–”

Found it.

“C’mon, baby.” Choso moans into the valley of your breasts, hips out of control now. Free hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to peer into his dark gaze. “L-look at me. Fuck- look at the future father to your kids.”

All while his thick tip hit your g-spot over and over and- 

And oh how he loved how fucked-out you looked already. Capable of only giving him bleary, cockdrunk heart-eyes as he milks himself on your sloppy cunt. He couldn’t think straight - doesn’t think he’s been able to since five hours ago. 

Since he’s been wrecked with thoughts of how he’d do their hair and you’d pick them up from school. And how Yuji would be the best uncle and- Fuck, how he wanted those five kids with you - maybe even more- 

“More?” you gasp. And Choso lets out a guttural groan when you clench so sinfully around him in surprise. Fucking you so filthy, “M-more kids?”

Choso only drawls out a low, “Mhmmmm.” Pinching your clit faster between two fingers to shut up those cute whines because shit- he could cum from just how tight you were squeezing him. But refuses to before the mother of his kids. “Ya don’ ngh- wan’ me to? Don’ want me to fuck a baby into you?” 

You’re crying out harder when he speeds up. Rocking your sloppy cunt so harshly, making sure your poor pussy will remember him for a long, long time. Just trying - needing - to make himself cum. To fill you up with his seed till you can’t take it anymore. “I- ngh- do!”

And it takes everything in Choso to pull away from your ravaged tits, connecting his sweaty forehead with yours. Whispering, “How many?”

“As- fuck-”

“Mhm?”

“As many as you want- hngh-”

That’s all it takes for Choso’s body to bow, teeth digging in right above that rapid pulse on your neck so hard you wondered whether it drew blood. Hips stuttering, giving your sensitive spot one last, harsh kiss.

This time, when you cum you see white flashes behind your eyes - or maybe that was just Choso. Because the sight of you falling apart on his dick was all it takes for him to as well. Hard. Almost painfully so. 

Eyeliner running down his cheeks now with each thick, hot rope of seed he was filling your snug cunt up with. Those cushions below the two of you the last thing on his mind right now as he holds your trembling hips still, fucking his cum deeper and deeper.

The hand on your stomach pushes down, watching awe-struck at how your bloated cunt just coats him in cum. Dribbling down the side of your puffy folds, forming a creamy ring at his base.

“Oh!“ your jaw falls slack at how animalistic it felt. At how slutty your overfilled pussy felt, drooling all down your legs - and his. Onto Choso’s painfully squeezing balls as he fucks you like an animal. Again. And again and-

Again. He was speeding his hips up again. 

Then it’s like something snaps - Choso’s restraint, your sanity, and the couch. Fuck, his hips were so harsh that the couch was sagging entirely too much on your end.

This time, wrangling your legs around Choso’s waist, lifting your limp body up into Choso’s arms before you can react - squirming at the way he still doesn’t bother to pull out. Letting your cum gush all the way down his still-hard dick. 

Hands spreading your puffy folds apart, making such a mess of cum down below as he drags himself across your walls. Like he was marking you from the inside out - and he was.

“Didn’t think we were ngh- done, did you?” Choso’s lips graze your swollen ones. “After all, I did promise five.” Softly pooling a stray tear onto his tongue, piercing burning into your heated skin. “N’ we gotta practice for that, too, right?”

---

“The photo albums, really? Honestly, dad, you might as well have just gone and just outright told them.”

The older man only waves a hand dismissively, turning back to his favorite late-night show, “I’m not getting any younger here. N’ I’d like to see some grandkids before I see the pearly gates.”

Jin only sighs, but doesn’t disagree - after all, he couldn’t deny his father what he himself has been dreaming about ever since Choso finally plucked up the courage to actually ask you out. Yet he persists, “But honestly, Sukuna - you were teasing him a bit too much.”

Sukuna grunts, “Teasing? What teasing?” Crossing two big arms across his chest, “From the way they ran outta here, I suspect he should be thanking me.”

“Well, the true MVP - as the kids say - is this one-” Grandpa Itadori points at a rather oblivious Yuji. ‘Real nice improv to the plan, kid.“

Who only shakes his head before looking around the room for any answers, “Huh, wait. What plan? Did I miss some plan?”

“Ahem- no. Nothing.” Jin coughs, swiftly moving along the conversation above Yuji’s confused protests about what secret plan there was and why. “But, really, it should be that fortune teller you hired, Sukuna. Bit over-the-top honestly, but Choso was telling me all about her and you must’ve gotten a real convincing actress.”

Rolling his eyes, “Huh, I didn’t hire her, I thought that was the ol’ man’s work?”

“Now why would I go looking for actresses, my wife would just haunt me from the grave.”

The silence that follows is a heavy one as it slowly dawns upon everyone in the room - except for a still-floundering Yuji - that this was in no way a creative improvisation to the aforementioned plan. Not at all, really.

Oh. 

Wow. Five…really?!

“GUYS WHAT WAS THE PLAN?”

A/N. This got wayyyyyy longer than I expected lmao.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[ghostsangel]

your new neighbor has taken a liking to you

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

tags/warnings: mdni, infidelity (ghost’s marriage sucks), size kink, breeding , unprotected sex, degradation/dumbification, squirting, corruption kink if you squint

Simon is in a loveless marriage.

It’s sad—he knows that. Ever since he got back from deployment, things with his wife weren’t the same. She would stay at work late, come home smelling of someone else’s cologne, trying to hide her swollen lips.

Military service took a toll on him. The torture, the abuse, the loss of life—sometimes it was too much for him to bear. His wife didn’t understand, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it. She was too busy being fucked by other men to speak to him anyway. So, he kept his trauma close to his chest.

Then he met you.

You moved in next to him while he was away. When he left for service, the house was empty—vines withering up the creaky wood, yard overgrown and barren. As soon as he drove into his front yard, he knew that changed.

The house was fixed up, vines trimmed. A new coat of paint covered the old wood and made it look new. A hammock hung between two large trees in the yard. And one other thing was different.

Flowers. They were everywhere in your yard. Rose bushes, lavender, tulips, sunflowers—the yard was a rainbow of color. Simon could smell them from his front yard when he went outside to smoke or to get away from the confines of his house.

It wasn’t until he was smoking one afternoon that he saw you. Fresh-faced and young, gloved hands trimming back your rose bushes. It took him a while to say hi, but he did eventually. You were everything his wife wasn’t—kind, bubbly, thoughtful…innocent.

He found himself in your front yard more than he was at home, offering to help you trim your flowers or plant new ones. He was always filling the heavy watering can and watering for you—“I got all this muscle, sweetheart, let me use it for somethin’.”

Simon wasn’t sure when he began spilling his trauma, but one day, he sat on your couch with a glass of lemonade telling you about the war. The torture, the loss of his military brethren—everything. He told you about his past and his present, about his failing marriage; and most importantly, that he trusted you.

The first intimate actions were small. A brush of a hand, a squeeze of a thigh. Lips brushed against an ear. Small actions that made your tummy clench and his face grow hot. Eventually, it led to something more. Soft kisses on tender lips, hands running over scarred skin and muscle, strong arms wrapped around you.

And tonight, you kissed him with a hunger he couldn’t ignore anymore. Your tongue swiped so slowly along his that his knees buckled and his heart slammed against his chest. His fingers gripped your ass so tightly, you thought it would bruise, but it sent heat to your core all the same.

That’s how you find yourself now—on your back in your bed, sheets sprawled around you and Simon eating you like a man starved. His tongue flicks so deliciously against your clit that it makes your toes curl and your grip tighten in his hair.

“Simon,” you whine, hips bucking as he sucks hard on the sensitive nerves. His response is a grunt, his middle and ring finger gathering your juices and teasing your tight entrance.

Your breath stills when he pushes his two thick fingers inside of your pussy, back arching and hips drawing back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Simon mutters against your clit, tugging your hips down with his other hand and curling his fingers inside of your wanting cunt.

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch your squelching pussy, juices dripping down to your ass. His tongue rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting a fucking picture, and you can’t help but moan out at the pleasure. His fingers hit that spongy spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure.

“S-Simon, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice breaking off in a moan as he speeds up.

And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his hands running up to your waist. Your eyes flutter open—when did they shut?—and you look up at him staring down at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Such a nasty fucking girl,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck. “Squirting for me like that. Gonna do that on my cock, too, sweetheart?”

All you can do is moan in response, and Simon chuckles before pulling back and tugging down his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take in his fat cock—thick and veiny and leaking precum. He holds eye contact with you as he moves to hover over you, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds.

You squirm and whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

Simon grins, positioning his tip against your throbbing hole. “Gonna make it fit.”

Your lips part as he slowly slides his fat cock inside you, stretching you out in such a painfully delicious way that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel every vein in his cock, and Simon lets out a guttural groan when he sheathes himself fully inside you.

“Relax, doll. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight and I haven’t even moved.” His voice is strained, and he lets out a breath as you try to relax.

His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly as he begins to move. Slow at first—painfully slow. You hold eye contact with him as he slowly ruts his hips against yours, his lips parted as breathy groans slip past. When you start to whimper and moan, he speeds up, his pace becoming almost animalistic in nature.

The tip of his fat cock hits a spot that makes you see stars, and you let out a soft cry as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It feels so good, and you drag your nails down his chest because you don’t know what else to do.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip tight on your throat. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out?”

You can’t even answer him, responding with whines and moans, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure. Simon smirks, fucking you faster, and you cry out.

“Didn’t think I’d fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Can’t help it can you? Cock makin’ you stupid?”

You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand moves to your clit to rub in precise circles. Your eyes glaze over and you’re gone—submitting completely to him as he fucks you with his fat cock.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake. Simon grunts and groans as you come on his cock, throbbing so tightly around him that you almost force him out. He simply fucks you harder, pressing against your cervix as your juices gush out of your cunt and you whine out, hips jolting.

Simon moves his fingers from your clit to your face, wiping your tears away and leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is hot and surprisingly sweet, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Good fuckin’ girl. My girl. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his arm hooking through your leg to open you up wider. His hips slap against yours, his breathy moans hitting your skin softly.

“Please, Simon,” you breathe out, voice catching as he fucks into you. “Need it. Please.”

That’s all it takes for Simon to crumble, moaning out curses and your name as his cock throbs inside of you. He gives one, two, three more thrusts before he buries his fat cock inside you, tip against your cervix, and you can feel his hot seed pumping inside of you.

He thrusts lazily for a moment before sliding out of you, pulling you to his chest. Your lips meet in a sweet, lazy kiss, and you feel his cum dripping out of you. Simon’s fingers trace down your back, and he looks at you so delicately, he’s afraid you might break. His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing right underneath your eyes. Then he utters four words that make your heart stop.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

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when suguru got his tongue piercing you really didn't think too much into it, you thought it was just another person he was getting and that was that, but it was until that cold silver metal was rubbing against your clit you started to care.

it was like the feeling of getting a vibrator for the first time, you just had to use it over and over again until you physically got tired of it, that's what you did when you rode his face every single day and night, you could not get enough.

it was such a good feeling, and it made shivers ring around your body all around, it felt too good, better than a vibrator, that's why he had to eat your pussy every time. suguru loved the fact that you were using his mouth, as much as he loved eating your pussy, this was like christmas for him.

instead of him waking you awake to eat your pussy or just grabbing you to sit on your face, it was you with those pretty puppy dog eyes telling him to eat you out, what did he do? just that, you did not have to ask him twice.

when his tongue swiped back and forth between your folds and would repeatedly push against your clit and flick up and down, your eyes would roll to the top of your head and your body twitching with pleasure, it was a new sensation that you wanted to experience over and over again.

suguru was already good at eating your pussy and having your toes curl along with squirting your brains out, but this piercing enhanced the feeling all the way. sometimes he couldn't even get through you riding his face because you would cum in two minutes, then be on the verge of finishing for the third time in the fifth minute.

he thought it was so cute though, whenever you would hold onto him during the day not saying anything hoping he would get the hint, and he couldn't even resist. suguru fucking loved eating you out, and if you were so horny for him to use his new tongue, then he was going to use it and make sure you were orgasmed out of your mind.

your favorite position was when he would push your thighs into your chest making you hold them and just eat the fuck out of your pussy, it felt so good it had you crying and whining, but did you ask him to stop? hell no, you took that shit like a champ.

your toes twitching and curling as the grip you had around your thighs were loosening as he continues to eat you out, he wasn't going to stop even if you were begging and your face was swelling from the tears, he was going to keep going until his tongue fell off.

his spit and your fluids dripping off his tongue as he looks up at you moaning, it was a view he never got tired of seeing, he loved seeing it, loved seeing the pleasure drip down your core. suguru could never imagine seeing someone else do the faces you do when his tongue is deep inside of you.

don't let this man put his fingers inside of you while he's slowly rubbing his tongue over your clit, the small ball of metal pressing gently against your clit every 2 seconds while his fingers pushed and curved up to your sweet spot.

it was like edging but instead of the pleasure stopping for a few seconds, the pleasure just kept going but in a different way, your body begging for his tongue to go back to your clit every time he rolls it down.

this is why he was your favorite eater, he knew what the fuck he was doing.

[sttoru]

sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain 👀👀👀

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. being bullied because you’re sukuna’s favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment you’re going through, he doesn’t hold back.

wc. 2.2k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called ‘brat’. beta reading? what’s that

“she’s got nothing going on for her,” “right? i don’t get what he sees in her,” “tch—he’s only using her for her body anyway,” “duhh. he can’t be pleased by her looks. i mean, she’s really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ‘nother hole to use. . .”

and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldn’t care less if you hear what they say.

you’re used to it by now. you’ve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukuna’s concubines. his favourite at that—which automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcerer’s harem can’t stand you.

your eyes are glued to the path you’re walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesn’t utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.

it’s moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldn’t have to hear them call you nasty names.

though, unlucky you, sukuna’s out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.

“hey. we’re talking to you,” a female voice rings from behind you. it isn’t your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukuna’s concubines. her name. . . you can’t recall.

she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that you’ve accidentally stepped on it.

you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.

“my apologies,” you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.

the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. it’s intimidating, though you try to make it seem like you’re not afraid of their words.

“tell me,” the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesn’t budge, “tell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.”

it’s about sukuna every time. you’re getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you can’t control. you don’t know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way you’re treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.

the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.

the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.

you look up at the group surrounding you—a grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, “hah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.”

audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they can’t believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.

“oh, you slut!” the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.

your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesn’t have much say in the matter either way.

you’re humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.

“pah, you look pathetic,” one of the lower ranking concubines chimes in—giggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, “serves you right.”

you don’t even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountain’s surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.

you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. you’re shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.

by someone you didn’t expect to see any time soon.

“enough.”

the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. it’s powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.

the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.

“my lord,” you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. you’re surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.

sukuna’s footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shake—one concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when he’s angry.

“tsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?” sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that they’re not bowing before him worsens his temper, “kneel.”

he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesn’t sound like they’ve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.

you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone who’s got their head held high in his presence.

you’ve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.

sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.

he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, “i’m sorry, my lord.”

sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. you’re apologising when it’s not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.

the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he’s not bothered by the fact that you’re dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.

“stay. you’ll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,” sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.

he doesn’t even care that he stepped on one of the women’s hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.

it’s silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.

sukuna’s breathing is a little heavy. he’s trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesn’t like raising his voice at you—but sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.

“how long has this been going on?” sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, “and don’t you dare fuckin’ lie to me, y’hear?”

you gulp. you’ve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, “uhm, for quite a while, my lord.”

sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that it’s worse than you’re making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.

your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.

“you should’ve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,” sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, “pathetic.”

you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, “i thought you were too busy. i didn’t want to bother you with such unimportant matters.”

it’s true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didn’t want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.

if only you could stand up for yourself.

“nonsense,” sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that you’ve probably been through enough for the day. he doesn’t need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.

he simply sighs it off, “unimportant, huh? ‘s that how you think i view you?”

you raise an eyebrow at sukuna’s last sentence. you’re at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubines—it’s the main reason you’re getting bullied for—yet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.

almost like he’s disappointed that you don’t realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.

“i-i’m sorry, my lord,” you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as you’re left overthinking that one little sentence he said.

“what a brat,” sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once you’re separated.

sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything that’s been going on while he’s not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.

he’ll let you off the hook for now. but, he’s surely going to give you your own special scolding after he’s taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.

sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, “get dressed into something else before you catch a cold.”

he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while he’s away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.

his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures you’re experiencing. sukuna’s going to make sure those other women pay for what they’ve done to you.

he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;

“you’re staying in my chambers tonight.”

[suguae]

More than a gym crush.

Toji just fawning over reader, him thinking a small gym crush was...well small. Turns out he wants to marry you.

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, choking kink, mention of masturbation.

To say Toji was whipped—was in fact an understatement. 

It was rare for a man like him, but the times he’s seen you at the local gym. How his eyes would always snake down to your ass, oh his bulge was now very much visible under his gray sweats. 

Can’t forget that one time you stopped him in the middle of the parking lot asking him for his intense cardio routine, So you were watching?

“Yeah, just give me your number.” He was so smooth with it, his tall beefy body hovering over your small fit body. You smiled at him before handing back his phone—how much more perfect could you get. 

He knew he won in life. 

The pain—the sweet pain that felt so good as you left cat scratches on his back as he thrusted ever so deeply into your plush pussy. He felt the cold ring on your finger, it wasn’t a wedding ring, not just yet—more of a promise. A promise that he will marry you.

His dick pulsing at the sight of your breast bouncing at every hard thrust—fuck and those eyes that rolled back every time his tip pushed itself onto that sweet rubbery spot.

His free hand wrapping itself around your small neck, you loved it. He was surprised to say the least, when that one time he walked in on you masturbating as your own hand wrapped around your neck while you breathlessly moaned his name. That same night it ended with him pinning you against the wall as he fucked you relentlessly while his hand squeezed your neck.

Not only was the sex amazing—beyond even.

You were just perfect, a perfect amount of wildness along with calmness, hell of a good cook and baking sweets—Toji wasn’t a sweets person but your bakes? He’d devour it and fuck you lovingly, as a thank you of course.

“Is that all?” You smirked as you swung your ass in the air—making sure to look back to see your boyfriend’s reaction. He panted as he was breaking out in a sweat. There was no way he had another in him—that was until he watched the dick throbbing scene in front of him.

Playing with your folds as the white oozy cum dripped out. You swaying your ass around as an invitation for Toji to fuck you again.

Fuck you had him wrapped around that little finger of yours.