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[hazelira]

dada, no more other babies!

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The TV screen flickered with bright colours, and the cheerful intro song of The Return of Superman played as the cameras panned to four familiar faces: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon.  

When the fathers agreed to participate in the show, excited to showcase their parenting skills, it had been all fun and games. Spending the day with adorable kids, playing in the park, and feeding them snacks was heartwarming. Harmless.  

Or so they thought.  

Because back at home, their babies were not happy.  

Haneul sat in the middle of the living room rug, arms crossed, her tiny lips pouted in deep betrayal. The toddler had been giggling moments before, curled up in Heeseung’s lap. But the moment the show aired, and she saw her daddy holding a random little girl’s hand, Haneul gasped in horror.  

"Daddy!!!" she shrieked, scrambling up to her feet. "No!! No, no, no!" She pointed an accusing finger at the screen, wobbling in anger. "Dada mine!!"  

Sitting beside her on the couch, Jay's daughter had initially been too busy munching on a snack to care. But then the TV showed her daddy tying some other kid’s shoes. Her tiny hands froze mid-air; Chip forgot. She blinked.  

And then she was wailing.  

"Daddy, no love me??" she sobbed dramatically, dropping onto her side and kicking her legs.  

Jake’s daughter, ever the observant one, watched in stunned silence as her dad lifted a random little boy onto his shoulders. Her lips trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She clutched onto the hem of her onesie. "Up, up?" she whispered, her voice wobbling.  

Sunghoon’s son had been staring at the screen with narrowed eyes, processing the sight of his father laughing and playing with a child that wasn’t him. The betrayal settled in slowly, his toddler brain working through the injustice.  

Then, with a quiet huff, he grabbed his plushie, marched up to the TV, and smacked it. "No."  

When the four fathers finally arrived home after filming, they were met with pure toddler fury.  

Haneul refused to let Heeseung put her down, clinging to him like a baby koala. "No more other babies!" she declared, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt possessively. Every time he tried to set her down, she screamed.  

Jay sat frozen on the couch, his daughter curled up in his lap, her little hands squishing his cheeks together. "Only my dada," she sniffled. "No more sharing."  

Jake groaned as his daughter climbed up his body, desperately reaching for him. "Up, up, up, up, up!" she chanted, pulling at his sleeves until he had no choice but to carry her. The moment she settled in his arms, she clung to him like she feared he'd disappear again.  

And Sunghoon? He sighed, rubbing his temples as his son sat before him, glaring with big, tear-filled eyes. "Dada fix."  

Sunghoon blinked. "Fix what?"  

His son pointed at the TV, where the episode was replaying. "Fix. No more baby."  

The fathers shared a look of pure exhaustion—but deep down, they couldn't help but melt at how much their little ones adored them.  

That night, bedtime was a nightmare. None of the toddlers would let go. Haneul snuggled into Heeseung’s chest like a baby bear, Jay’s daughter had his arm locked in a death grip, Jake’s little girl refused to stop chanting “up,” and Sunghoon’s son had somehow managed to hold onto both of his dad’s ears while sleeping.  

And honestly? The dads didn’t mind one bit.  

After all, nothing in the world—not even reality TV—could ever replace their love for their little ones.  

(Maybe they'd think twice next time before playing with another kid on camera.)  

The following day, the fathers were all sleep-deprived, their bodies sore from the toddler clinginess marathon of the previous night. Heeseung yawned, stretching with Haneul still curled up on his chest, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around him. She hadn’t let him go all night, and every time he tried to move, she’d snuggle closer, muttering, "No more other babies, Dada."

Jay’s daughter had done the same to him. She’d held his arm hostage all night, her face buried against his side as if afraid he’d vanish into thin air. “Daddy, no leave,” she’d whispered repeatedly in her sleep.

Jake was no better. His daughter, still wrapped around his neck like a koala, had refused to let him go even when he tried to get out of bed. “Dada, stay,” she’d declared firmly, her little hands pressing against his skin like she was trying to fuse them.

Sunghoon was in a similar position, with his son tucked into the crook of his arm, his tiny feet kicking softly in his sleep. "Dada, no other babies," the little one had murmured in his sleep, just like the others.

The dads gathered in the living room, their tired eyes meeting over steaming mugs of coffee. They all shared a collective sigh of defeat.

“I think we broke them,” Heeseung muttered, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep. Haneul, sitting in his lap, nodded solemnly. “Dada, no leave,” she said, her eyes wide with accusation.

Jay chuckled weakly. “They were jealous when they saw us with other kids on TV. They won’t let us breathe without them clinging to us now.”

Sunghoon scratched his head, a small smile tugging at his lips despite exhaustion. “I think it’s cute. But we may need to start finding ways to have some space.”

Jake rubbed his temples. “I tried to make breakfast, and my daughter refused to let me out of her sight. It was like a hostage situation.”

The sound of tiny feet pattering across the room interrupted their conversation. Haneul was the first to stand, her little hands balled into fists, and her eyes narrowed with determination. “Dada!” she demanded, pulling at Heeseung’s shirt. “No play with other babies again!”

Jay’s daughter joined in, waddling up to him, pulling on his sleeve with an urgent cry. “Daddy, no leave again! Only me!”

Jake’s daughter followed suit, reaching for him with wide, pleading eyes. “Up, up, Dada! Up!”

Sunghoon’s son stood before him, his pout deepening as he pointed at the TV, where the episode from the show was still playing in the background. “No more, baby!” he declared firmly, his hands on his hips.

The dads exchanged looks. They all had the same thought running through their minds: Our kids have never been this clingy before.

Heeseung sighed dramatically as Haneul clung tighter to him. “Alright, alright. No more playing with other babies on TV. You’re the only one for me, princess,” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.  

Jay’s daughter immediately brightened at his words, snuggling into his chest with a satisfied hum. “Me only,” she whispered back.  

Jake’s daughter beamed up at him. “Dada, stay. No more baby, just me!” she said, her hands gripping his neck tightly.  

Sunghoon chuckled softly, lifting his son onto his lap. “Okay, okay. No more playing with other babies. I’m all yours, little one.”  

It wasn’t long before the dads found themselves wrapped around their toddlers, each of their little ones determined to claim their full attention. And honestly, they didn’t mind at all.  

Heeseung looked down at Haneul, her eyes sparkling with love. “You’re my world, Neul,” he whispered. She responded by squeezing him tighter, her tiny fingers pressing against his chest. “Dada, stay,” she murmured sleepily.  

Jay’s daughter let out a contented sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Daddy, stay forever,” she murmured, her voice full of trust and comfort.  

Jake’s daughter wrapped her arms around him again, her legs hooked around his waist. “I love you, Dada,” she said softly, her voice filled with innocence.  

Sunghoon’s son snuggled deeper into his arms, his eyelids fluttering as he whispered, “Dada’s mine. No more babies.”  

The dads smiled, their hearts full. Despite the chaos and the toddler demands, there was nothing more fulfilling than the love of their little ones.  

As the day wore on, the toddlers remained glued to their dads’ sides, each one taking turns showering their dads with hugs and kisses, not allowing them to leave their sight for a single second. Even though the dads were exhausted, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride and joy knowing that their babies loved them so much.  

The dads learned one vital lesson that day:  

It wasn’t about the other kids or the camera crews. The only kids that mattered were the ones who called them Dada.  

And nothing, not even a reality show, could compare to that kind of love.  

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[wakatoshiiss]

how the haikyu boys would react if you showed up to a game - after saying you wouldnt! °○~

contains : hinata, kageyama, daichi, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwazumi, ushijima, tendou

warnings/tags : not all boys included ! suggestive themes in a few of them, but nothing descriptive!

note : just some of my fav cuties, if you want more pls throw it in the requests! i wrote half of this on mobile and half on my laptop, pls excuse any mistakes. i also had either none or alot of motivation for these, so eat up what you can out of this!

masterlist // requests are open

SHOYO HINATA :

he honestly forgot about the banter between you two, begging for you to come but then being shot down because of your studies. so when he stepped onto the court and began playing, he didn't pay any attention to it.

but in private, you felt too bad, so you attended. you cheered him on from the group of karasuno fans, a little louder than the rest. so when he turned his head and saw you, his face lit up, a big smile on his face before giving a small wave and turning back around.

by the end of the match, he met you outside, jumping at his full potential with hands on your shoulders, " you came!? but what about your homework? wait - did you see me during the second set!? " he blabbering on, before you just ruffled his hair and giggled.

" you should come to all my matches, it makes me play better " he mumbled as he pulled you into a tight hug while tanaka and noya gushed over young love.

" oi! hinata, let's go! " kageyama called, as they were getting ready for a team photo infront of the complex.

he dragged you along, jumping onto your shoulders just to be taller than kageyama in a photo.

---

TOBIO KAGEYAMA :

there was no point in asking you to come tonight, it was normal. but he did want you to see some new stuff he spent so much time working on. but of course, you turned him down due to working late at the onigiri shop downtown.

so as he put his uniform on, sliding his knee pads up and tying his shoes, he went about the match like normal. he actually never noticed tou watching in the stands, eyes flowing back and forth through his stealthy sets. that freak quick attack that he set up was always impressive. it made you wonder why you never saw matches before.

you caught him on his way out, bag slung over his shoulders and jacket zipped up. the bus was parked and waiting already, so you barely got to his hand. your fingers wrapped around his, and he almost smacked you before realizing it was you.

" yn? " he asked, tilting his head in confusion, " but - I thought you were working late tonight? " he muttered, fingers squeezing a little tighter when you smiled.

" well, thanks for coming. " was all he could muster up between the harsh heat in his cheeks. he burried his chin into the collar of his jacket, watching you reach up and plant a kiss onto his cheek before running back into the building.

yeah everyone sitting on the bus just saw kageyama fold for his girlfriend again.

---

DAICHI SAWAMURA :

he completely understood how important your studies were, and he seriously didn't mind you not coming to games. so when he kissed your head and jumped in the car, he expected to see you later after the match.

but he had no clue you spent the rest of the time getting all ready, dressing up and jumping into your car to race, and making the first set. you flooded the stands as it began, leaning against the barrier next to their manager, Yaichi.

daichi was too busy with slamming recieves back and forth. when he finally got steady with returning the great king, oikawa's, serves, the crowd cheered. so naturally, you did, too.

" nice recieve daich' ! " you called out, hands cupped by your mouth with a big smile.

his head whipped behind him to see you all bubbly and pratically shaking with excitement as you watched him play. all he could do was smile and wave before giving sugawara a nervous look.

by the end of the match, you were downstairs, watching the teams flood out. you patiently waited for your boyfriend, hands clasped in front of you as the rest of the teams said their hellos. when daichi laid his eyes on you, he belined, lifting you and spinning you.

" you said you weren't coming! don't do that! it made me nervous - " he laughed, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head.

" but - thanks for watching, means a lot to me, baby " was all he he said as he kissed your head and pulled you into a tight hug.

---

TSUKKISHIMA KEI :

he didn't care, he actually didn't want you coming. he didn't see the point, they'd probably lose. and of course being a grade freak he was not about to sit and do your homework with you till 2am, so yea get it done now.

but when you appeared with an extra water bottle right before he went on the court, he just furrowed his eyebrows. he looked around before smirking a bit.

" thanks " that's all he said before grabbing the bottle and taking a drink, " if you didn't finished your homework, you have no idea what I'd do " he groaned, piercing his lips together into a flat line.

" tsukki - it's fine! you know I love to watch you play! " you gushed, teetering on your heels and looking up at him with a plead, that he knew too well.

" I am not giving you a kiss right now " he mumbled, going to walk away

" but it's good luck! " you whined, chasing him almost to the court.

" will you shut up? everyone can hear you " he whispered, leaning down and pressing a peck to your lips before grumbling off to warm ups.

he made sure to always look for you in the crowd before the next play, your bright eyes and smile always widening when you two made eye contact. yeah, he secretly loved seeing you support him.

---

KUROO TETSURO :

" cmon, baby, it's just one match, can't you come? " he pleaded, waiting by the door.

you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to this match, you were too busy and had stuff to do at home. so you shook your head and sighed.

" sorry, testu, not tonight " and he frowned, but hugged you goodbye and as always, kissed both cheeks for good luck.

when you watched him leave, guilt ate away at your gut. so you checked the time, got as much stuff done, and then raced to the complex. his match had just started, and you were in his red jacket. so you blended in with the crowd of fans.

when they lined up at the end to thank the fans, you shot forward to the balcony and yelled out for him, " good job, tetsu! " giggling and waving as he looked up at you.

kenma also looked up, rolling his eyes when kuroo put his hands on his hips and cackled like a hyena, " told you she'd come kenma! " he patted the smaller boy on the back.

when you two met up, he crushed you, squeezing all the air from your body. " so you were busy, huh? " he teased, shoving you as he walked you out to your car.

he leaned against the top of your car with his arm, pressing down and capturing you in one more kiss. where he tried to make in to a full makeout session and fit into your drivers side.

" tetsuro! not now! " you yelped, shoving him out and scoffing.

" so later? I did win, yknow " he dragged out, and you rolled your eyes and shut the door.

---

KENMA KOZUME :

you barely made it to the third set, noticing kenma already being worn out and sweating buckets. you bit your lip anxiously, knowing kenma definitely didn't want you here. it made his anxiety skyrocket.

you stood hidden in the sea of fans, rushing out by the time it ended so he didn't see you. you watched him walk into the locker room, kuroo following close behind him with a proud smile.

you tried to creep your way silently, but kuroo seemed to notice you before kenma.

" ey! kenma look! " he redirected kenma from the door, to face you. you were wide eyed and smiling innocently.

" oh " he blinked, walking up to you, " when did you get here? " he asked, looking down at you with a blank expression as always.

" I just saw the last set - sorry I know you hate it when I come but - " you began, but kenma only stopped you by pulling you into a very awkward and sweaty hug.

you laughed and hugged back, of course. kuroo was already beckoning lev to come see this. once lev bursted out laughing, kenma let go, " sorry - they're just gonna be annoying " he muttered, shooting them a look.

" I know, kozu, you did great tonight " you nodded, trying to reassure him by rubbing soft circles into his palm.

" can you come to all my games from now on? "

---

KOUTARO BOKUTO :

every time was the same, bokuto trying to drag you out of your house to come to at least one match. you hated crowded areas, a sea of people watching a game of more sweaty people toss a ball around? yeah absolutely not.

but you knew it was important to him, so you always said 'next time', but there was never a next time. now bokuto was walking with you to the gym of fukarodani so the team can pack and leave.

" im sorry, kotarou, maybe next time? " you offered, holding his hands right before he walked in.

" you say that every timee! " he whined, but quickly gave up when he saw your frown.

" good luck out there, youre gonna do amazing " you kissed his hands before skipping away to the front of the building and driving home.. well, that was the plan

and somehow you found yourself driving 2 hours away to the complex, wearing an old jersey of bokuto's. you stepped out and scanned in with a wristband. the place was packed, fukarodani fans already setting up. so you sat and waited.

the match finally started, and akaashi was already fighting to keep bokuto out of emo mode. you teetered on the edge of your seat, clapping when they scored once more.

" lets go bokuto! " you couldnt help but give yourself away, and the look on his face was worth it all.

after that, bokuto scored point after point, taking both starting sets with ease. now akaashi was working on calming him down before they were kicked off the court. you were already on your way down to the court. when he saw you, he rushed off the court without a second though and into the crowd.

" you really came? hey! did you see that? all those were for you baby! " he shouted, taking you in his arms and jumping around, akaashi couldnt help but run after him and say his hello.

" akaashi! my beautiful girlfriend finally came! wait - why are you laughing? did you two set this up? HEY! " he began, hands on his hips and scowling.

---

KEIJI AKAASHI :

another night working late at the corner shop downtown, and man was it slow. you knew akaashi had a game tonight, and you were itching to go see it, but there was no way you could get off of work. so he made the effort to stop by right before leaving.

the door dinged open and before your started the whole 'welcome to l/ns' speech, your boyfriend already set your meal down on the counter. " hey you " he spoke, smiling slightly.

" keiji! but arent you leaving - what are you doing here? " you asked sadly, coming around the counter and hugging him.

he gently ran his fingers across your hair before pulling you back, " im sorry you cant see my game tonight, so i thought id bring you something " he offered, kissing your temple before letting you go completely.

the conversation continued, and he soon left. and your store was empty once again. you peaked into the back at your father, who was sleeping in a chair. you removed your apron quickly and bolted for the door, grabbing the bagged meal on your way out.

you hopped in your car and began directions to the complex, speeding almost half of the time there. you parked, squeezed your way through the people, and found your seat right as warmups began.

you watched the match, clapping and cheering as they took home the win. you said goodbye to some fellow classmates you found in the sea of fans, before rushing down the stairs. you got caught in cross traffic, and barely saw the team head into the locker room for warm down.

you waited patiently, noticing bokuto being the first to leave, " hey! bokuto! " you called out, rushing for him before he wandered from the door.

" ah! akaashis pretty ladyyy " he put his hands on his hips, " i thought you werent coming tonight? " he tilted his head, but the door opened after him.

" bokuto, did you say my - " akaashi was quickly cut off by the sight of you, swiftly scooping his arms under yours and pulling you into a crushing hug.

" i thought i heard you, but i figured i was hallucinating " he laughed, setting you down and holding your head to give you a large and dramatic kiss on the forehead.

" i wouldnt miss you for the world, keij " you giggled, noticing bokuto sulking.

" when is it my turn, akaashi!? " he cried out, trudging away

---

TORUU OIKAWA :

you seethed every time oikawa had a game, especially because his whole fangirl club would just shove you to the side to breathe his air. so when you told him you werent coming to anymore games, he quite literally got on his knees and begged for you to come to his final one, which was tonight.

" absolutely not, toruu! you barely even notice im there anyways! " you argued, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

" wha - no baby i promise! i will glue you to my side! ill shoo them away! " he pleaded, standing up and going to hold your arms.

" no, i have a bunch of homework to do anyways " you giggled, denying his words and looking up at him.

" finee " he sighed dramatically, gathering his things and waling for the front door with you following.

" good luck, okay? hey, i love you " you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting him walk out the door and to his match.

a few hours went by, and you got up and groaned, before ultimately driving to his game. you were in an extra jersey, dressing comfortably as you were going to be sitting the rest of the time anyways. you watched the match begin, noticing oikawa was first to serve. and his girls were going crazy.

it was like that for the rest of the time, screeching and drooling over the top balcony at your boyfriend. the game ended and you were now waiting outside near seijohs bus, anyone wouldve thought you were a creepy fangirl too.

when the team came out, and oikawa's eyes finally met yours, he took off running. he lifted you into the air and spun about a hundred times. " i knew you couldnt resisit me! did you see the whole thing? " he asked curiously, kissing all over your face.

a crowd of girls practically melted, tears quite literally rolling down their face at the sight of oikawa and another girl. but he paid no mind, only hugging and gushing over the fact you actually showed up.

" yes toru, i saw the entire thing " you reassured, nodding and giggling,

" oh just wait till i get home - " he muttered, before being slapped on the back by iwazumi.

" lets go shitty-kawa! " he yelled, getting onto the bus.

oikawa gave you one last kiss before waving off and sticking his tongue out. you shook your head and then noticed the stampede of girls that now chased after the bus.

---

HAJIME IWAZUMI :

oh this man was swooning over you, had a picture of you in every crack and crevice of his room or car. he even kept one in this pocket of his shorts during practice. so obviously when you said a family emergency came up, and you cant make it to his game, he was crushed.

" go home and make sure everythings okay, love " he said, kissing your head before seijoh loaded the busses for the tournament. despite him obviously loving when youre there, he understood this was important.

when you got home, a few hours of dealing with whatever had finally passed. you noticed, there was only an hour till seijohs warm ups began. so of course you ran for the car, ripping out of your driveway and speeding down the express ways to make it in time.

you filed into the crowd about halfway through the first set, that seijoh was obviously going to win. the vibes were up and good, oikawa fangirls fawning and falling. you just didnt understand, when your better looking love of your life, hajime iwazumi, was standing right there. well, youd kill anyone who came close to being a fangirl of him.

seijoh took the first set, and the second one, now advancing to the next round. you were over the moon excited, bouncing down each step to find iwa. you managed to tag onto the back of the train of players as they walked, making conversation with maki.

you noticed iwa and oikawa making conversation right outside of the warm down room, and you bolted. you stood behind iwazumi, putting a finger over your lips as oikawa giggled.

" oh it looks like a iwa-chan fan girl does exist! " he chimed, tapping his chin while iwa hummed.

he turned around and his face instantly flushed, lips sputtering out noncoherent words. " wait - yn? what are you doing here? " he asked, shaking his head to clear any confusion.

" well - i broke a few laws just to see you " you laughed, yelping when oikawa shoved iwazumi into you, laughing

" atleast hug your lady! " oikawa gasped, hand on his hip as he tried to escape a running crowd after him.

iwa held you close, head over top of yours, " you did all that for me? " he asked quietly, face hot with embaressment.

" of course i did, iwa! you think id leave you alone with him - " you went to pull away and point, but noticed the stampede oikawa was trampled by.

you and iwa only giggled together, before he looked down at you with the utmost sincere eyes, " thank you. truly, thank you " he muttered, kissing the top of your head while holding your hands.

---

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI :

you didnt even see ushiwaka before he left, he only sent a simple text. 'leaving now, love you' was all he said, you couldnt tell if he was upset about you missing this match, youve been pretty busy, so maybe hed understand.

as much as tendou tried to poke him, he only put in headphones and stared out the window for the entire bus ride. he tried to collect himself before going off and playing for one of the most important tournaments in his entire highschool career - and you werent going to be there.

you sighed and tapped your foot anxiously against your floor, trying to decide if you should really risk skipping all your piled school work to see him. but of course you chose the latter. you threw on one of his academy volleyball hoodies and began the drive.

of course you buckled, and barely sped up. all because of ushijimas extreme car safety thing he had for you. there was a little sticky note reminding you to buckle, and a photo of you two covering anything thing on the right side of the speedometer. and when you flipped your visor down, there was a sticky note next to the mirror that read, 'stop looking in mirrors. you know youre pretty'

you parked pretty shitty, running in and tripping over a few steps as you caught the last glimpse of the second set. ushijima absolutely slamming the last point into the ground. the crowd went wild for them, of course, it was shiratorizawa. everyone needed to see your hunk of a boyfriend that was the best spiker in the prefecture.

you watched him walk off the court, not paying attention to any of the harsh celebration dont by goshiki and tendou. he wiped his forehead, before lining up to shake hands. when the team came to thank to fans, he finally saw you.

you watched every muscle tighten up, and his stoic face falter for a moment. tendou nudged him a bit, before laughing as they walked away. you walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip again or you wouldnt hear the end of it from ushijima.

" yn. " he said broodingly, already halfway up to stairs to find you first.

" wakatoshi! " you beamed, trying to rush down to him, but he caught you first, demolishing you into this bear of a hug. " ushi - ! - cant breathe! " you squeaked out, and he let go.

" thank you for making it " he said quietly, blinking down at you, and for a moment, he actually smiled with his teeth.

---

SATORI TENDOU :

he was ecstatic for his game tonight, knowing it was against some no name school that they would beat in 30 minutes. but he was quickly shot down when he heard you say the words 'i cant make it tonight'. so he sulked and sighed.

" yn.. are you sure youre really reallyyyy busy? " he asked, putting his head down on your shoulder as you ate your lunch.

" yes, im sorry tendou " you chewed out, blinking over at him and giving him an apologetic smile.

" hm " was all he peeped out before sitting down in the desk ahead of you, backwards so he could see your face.

he drew meaningless shapes into the desk, huffing and sighing as you packed up your lunch box. the bell rang and you said your goodbye, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. you made sure to send him a big and happy good luck text, hopeful that it would bring his spirits up a bit.

when you went home, you immediately stared on your chores. you picked up around the house, your room, and helped cook, all while reading through your homework assignment. you tried your best to get it done in time to catch the game.

luckily you didnt live far from the stadium, so you arrived just in time for the match to begin. and as tendou expected, they beat the opponents in a whopping 43 minutes. he was giggling with goshiki, and practically jumping over ushijimas head while celebrating.

you stood in the hallway, squinting around and trying to peer over the crowd. you noticed a white and purple jersey, with the most noticeable red hair upon anyone, walking next to the broad wakatoshi.

" satori! " you bellowed out, trying to wave and get his attention but he was on a one track mind.

well, he was, but ushijima turned his head and nodded at you, before tapping tendous shoulder and pointing right in your direction. you waved happily, trying to get him to notice you actually came. and you swore the room just got brighter.

he smiled and laughed, running up to you and pulling your body into a hug. " so you caved? how was i? " he giggled, his cat like face peering down at yours with triumph.

" you all played very well, satori. " you spoke, kissing the corner of his lip and smiling.

" i have the best girlfriend ever " he announced, squeezing you until you coughed one too many times. " see, i told you she'd come, wakatoshi! " he chimed, grabbing around your shoulders to keep you by his side.

ushijima just grunted, looking around before looking down at you. you backed away slightly, smiling nervously all while tendou giggled once more.

[vinivinovna]

Reo Mikage x Reader

Lazy Morning

fem!reader, fluff, no warning 🐾

Reo Mikage doesn't have many weaknesses, and he is not ready to show any of them to those around him.

In the eyes of the public, he must appear as a successful success. Impeccable, confident, and ready to face any difficulties, Reo turned into a capricious child as soon as he was alone with you.

He practically hated mornings. Snuggling in your warm embrace with an unpleasant, slippery feeling of anxiety, knowing that the annoying alarm clock would soon ring and take away this little piece of peace that Mikage so desperately needed.

He pressed his nose against the curve of your neck, his lips brushing against your warm, sleepy skin. Just barely, worried that you might wake up at any moment.

— Reo, darling, you're heavy. Get off me. — Your sleepy mumble brings an almost blissful smile to his face, and the fluffy kisses become more heated, impatient.

A favorite trick. Long fingers already slid along the waistband of your satin shorts, pulling the wide elastic aside, leaving no doubt about the man's intentions, but you skillfully intercepted his hand.

— Don't even think about it. I have things to do this morning.

— What things? Princess, don't be so cruel. Can't you see how much I need you right now? — And that's not a lie. In his violet eyes, a clear glimmer of disappointment and longing is visible.

Of course, first and foremost, Reo is just being capricious, but behind all this lies a deep attachment, as profound as the roaring ocean. You are his little weakness, which Mikage reluctantly allows himself from time to time.

— Free up your morning for me, please, — wrapping his warm hands around your slim waist, he seeks refuge from the madness of the world spinning around him in your embrace. Only then can he calm down, and only then do all the problems suddenly seem transparent, weightless like a feather in the vastness of the universe.

Reo would hardly admit it, but before meeting you, his mornings were like madness. A crazy whirlpool of obligations in which he tried to do everything, sometimes losing himself behind the countless masks that changed from day to day.

— You're acting like a child, — a smile, pure and sincere, spreads across your sleepy face. The man's affection awakens something delicate and seemingly long forgotten within you. A tender feeling ignites in your chest, reminding you of what is important.

In a world where everyday worries sometimes make you forget what truly matters, such stolen moments become truly special, and with a brief sigh, you leave a weightless kiss on his collarbone.

— I know, I know, — pressing his lips to your thin shoulder, he sounds quieter than usual. As if a loud voice would ruin the moment and the "magic" would dissipate, vanish, as if it had never existed. — I'm just tired. I need some of your energy, so imagine that you have nowhere to go and stay with me.

— You have a ton of things to do too. We need to get up…

— I don't care, — through the tightly drawn curtains, the sunlight is already breaking through, and Reo frowns, irritably noting the fleetingness of time. He had already delayed getting up as much as he could, but the persistent alarm on your phone shattered all his crystal dreams. — When do you have a day off?

— I was going to take an extra shift this Saturday, — a pure lie. The desire to tease your beloved took over your common sense, and as soon as you saw his displeased look, you burst into ringing laughter.

— That was cruel.

— Oh my God, Reo, I'm sorry. I swear, I just couldn't help it. You're so cute when you're angry, and I…! — The phrase was cut short by a short scream as Mikage easily pinned you down and settled on top of you like a huge, plush panda.

— Red card, you brat. And disqualification until the end of the half.

[violet-1scrazy]

THE COST OF LOVE. - Armin A.

Word Count: 1,700+

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Summary: Y/N, a skilled soldier, fights in the war against Marley. After being injured by a gunshot, she continues to battle alongside her comrades. As the fight intensifies, she boards the airship with her group, hoping for safety, but things take a tragic turn.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, guns, killing, character death, ANGST (lmk if i miss anything)

Chaos.

That was the only word that could describe the state of this place. Eren Yaeger has declared war on Marley. This war was started to take revenge on the people who bestowed all of the numerous tragedies upon Paradis.

The 'devils' of Paradis swarmed Marley like flies. Their new-and-improved regimental uniforms helped them blend into the night. Their ODM gear were equipped with these new guns that were easy to weild around. These 'devils' fought. Fought for not only their life, but also for the ones their foes killed in cold blood.

Warriors from each side used their power of the titans. Jaw, Beast, Cart, War Hammer, Attack, Colossal. Their roars echoed in the night.

Y/N was a skilled veteran from the scouts 104th cadet corps. She swung from house to house with her ODM gear. Marleyans began to fight back with their rifles. Y/N wasn't prepared for this. She weaved through the bullets flying around her. The grapple of her ODM gear lodged into a parapet on top of one Marley's building.

Puffs of gas shot out from her gear, sending her to the roof. As she moved, a Marleyan stood on the soil below her, their gun trained on her. Just before she reached the top, they shot their gun. A bullet lodged into her arm. This disrupted her movement, sending her tumbling down on the roof.

Y/N sat up, clutching her arm and gritting her teeth. "Damnit." She muttered under breath. Blood oozed through her knit fingers, heating up her cold hand. She sat herself up, back pressed against the parapet. The sound of gunshots rung in her ears, the screeching of ODM gear distinct. "This won't stop me." Those four words repeated in her head.

Her thoughts were interupted when she felt the roof start to rumble below her. When she looked up, her eyes were met with the night sky being illuminated. Once she turned her head to the right, her ears were bombarded with the sound of an explosion. Bright yellow and orange light met the dark sky, nearly making it look as if it were day time. This meant the plan was on the right track.

"Armin..." Y/N whispered to herself. She looked towards where the explosion came from to see the Colossal titan. Armin took out Marley's back up. Thousands of soldiers wiped out in the blink of an eye. Ironic how Armin caused Marley's port to dry up from the explosion, leaving the surrounding area a glowing red. The Colossal was truly a god of destruction.

Y/N knew this wasn't the time to sit around and mope. She couldn't let Armin distract her. Y/N shot her ODM gear again, swinging with her un-injured arm. She unloaded her gun into the bodies of Marleyan shoulders, watching them drop dead. Once her gun was empty, she found and grouped up with Jean, Connie, Saha, and other cadets. Y/N assumed they took down the Cart titan.

They all hunkered down on a roof along the path of lights that were placed to direct the air ship. Y/N took the time to reload her gun. "Jean, It's here." Connie broke the silence. "Yeah. It's right on time." Jean replied, Y/N felt hopeful.

The plan was to grapple onto the bottom of the ship and eliminate enemies from below. As the air ship passed above the building, the group lodged their ODM gear into the base of it. Y/N pushed off the roof, swinging into the night sky. She pointed her gun at her opposers below, firing her gun once more. She winced as the vibrations of her gun shot up her arm, her gunshot wound aching.

The air ship flew above Marley's internment zone, street lights illuminating the ground below. The city was destroyed, buildings crumbled, debris in the streets. Y/N felt a pang of guilt and shame looking down but she had to remind herself what these people did. All of the lives they took.

Y/N was brought back into the moment once they were instructed to get into the air ship. "C'mon Y/N!" Jean reminded her. Y/N took one last look at the place. Her rage and ambition pushed the feeling of remorse down. This wasn't the time to feel bad. With Jean already climbing through the open door, Y/N took a huff of the air before retracting her ODM wire and heading towards safety.

Y/N felt a large sense of hope. She prayed to the gods that Armin would be inside the ship waiting for her. She just wanted to be with him after all of this chaos.

Jean and Connie reached their hand out for Y/N as she grabbed onto the netting just below them. Y/N smiled. She was happy all of the people she loved the most were okay. Sure it was kind of selfish, but it was what she felt in the moment.

Y/N reached her bloody hand out for the two, everything felt like it was going right. That was until one Marleyan soldier aimed their gun. Aimed their gun at Y/N.

The boom of the shot rang into the night. The bullet trained on Y/N flew through the air. The bullet pierced her skin and ultimately landed lodged into her chest.

Y/N's hand faltered but Connie and Jean acted fast. They reached and grabbed onto her blood covered arm and hoisted her into the ship.

They laid her on the floor, her blood creating a trail from the door. Y/N could barely talk. All she could think about was Armin. She didn't care about the hands that were patching her wound. She just wanted the hands holding her to be her lovers.

Meanwhile in the head of the ship, Armin was watching Levi discuss their alliance with Zeke after disciplining Eren. Armin fidgeted with his fingers nervously. "Is Y/N okay? Is she...alive?" those words repeated in his head. He didn't care about the words the people around him were saying.

"She's bleeding out! Get some bandages, hurry!" Jean yelled out to the others around him. Sasha kneeled beside Y/N, holding her hand. "You're gonna get s-some help okay!" Sasha rubbed her thumb on Y/N's hand. Connie's brows furrowed with worry as he looked down at them.

Y/N's eyes looked panicked as she focused on the brown haired girls words. She couldn't move at all, her chest burning with pain. The blood from both her gunshot wounds mixed on the wood floor. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and palms.

One of the cadets grabbed bandages and brought them over to Y/N. He quickly turned her to her side, wrapping the wound in the center of her chest. "Stay with us Y/N!" Sasha clutched the girls bloody hand.

The moment those words hit Armin's ears, his heart dropped.

The blonde haired boy quickly turned around and ran out of the room. His breath caught in his throat as the feeling of dread washed over him.

The door opened loudly and his eyes were met with Y/N's body laying on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest. "Y/N!" Armin cried out, not caring if he disturbed the others. He rushed to her side. Mikasa followed behind him. Jean and Sasha stood up and backed away from Y/N.

"Y/N." Armin said once more as he kneeled beside her. His hand found hers, clutching it tightly. His eyes immediately looked to the blood pooled around her on the floor. His knees, now were drenched in her crimson.

Her ears rung loudly as she laid there. The blood that flowed from the hole in her chest was overwhelming and painful. Y/N's teeth clenched, her vision a blur. Out of all of the voices that were mixed with the throbbing in her ears, one voice stood out. Armin.

"Y/N, can you hear me? S-Say something please.." Armin snuck his hand around the back of her neck. His eyes dared to spill tears as he spoke, his voice cracking. Mikasa sat opposite of him, holding Y/N's other hand.

"Armin..." Y/N managed to utter out, her voice barely above a whisper. Small tears left Y/N's eyes, dripping down to her temples and into her hair. Her hands weakly grabbed Armin's and Mikasa's. The boy momentarily felt relieved as he heard Y/N speak.

"I'm right here." he spoke, "I'm right here." He reassured her, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand. Y/N's face showed less and less emotion every second that passed.

Armin was at a loss for words. There was nothing he could do but watch her pained expressions as tears fell down her face. "Y/N, hold on please. I can't do this without you." His hand moved away from under her and to her cheek, carressing it.

Armin's touch was usually soothing and comforting to Y/N but when his fingers brushed along her skin this time, her whole body was wracked with pain. It's not his fault though. The blood oozed from her chest and arm stained the bandages wrapped around her.

Y/N's sight grew darker by every passing second, her eyelids felt heavier and heavier. The ringing in her ears dulled down.

"It'll be okay." he continued, desperately trying to convince her but also himself. His voice cracked as he spoke, his bottom lip quivering.

Just before Y/N's grip of Armin's hand faltered she squeezed it three times. Her arm then went limp, the weight being held by Armin. Her breathing slowed, as her gaze went to the ceiling, her eyelids lowered enough to almost fully cover her eyes.

With his other hand, Armin ran his fingers through her hair just like he usually did, holding her hand delicaitaly with his other.

Her body laid still now, her heartbeat slowed and her chest basically stopped moving. Armin was losing her, and he knew it. He could do nothing silently cry by her side, praying that somehow she would make it through this.

With one final breath, Y/N died. Died with the person she loved most holding her. His hands soft as silk, just as she remembered. His eyes, as blue as the sea were drowned with tears.

As much as Armin tried to hold back his cries, he just couldn't anymore. He let himself cry, not caring if anyone else in the ship witnessed him mourn his lover.

He sobbed, holding her hand tightly in his own as he whispered those three words over and over again in her ear.

"I love you."

Author's Note (PLS READ‼️) : PLEASE give me feedback, i need to know if u guys liked this💔 my inbox is open so i encourage you guys to send me prompts. i can write for aot, jjk, scream, demon slayer, twd, lad, i think thats it for now but PLEAASSEEEEE lmk what u guys thought of this

THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR ILY❤️

i genuinely pulled all of this outa my ass bc i thought of this prompt randomly at midnight

[ilovemorayeels]

Yan!Sukuna Headcanons (^_^)v

a/n: me when the me when the cutie, this was a bit inspired by black forest cookie's backstory

cw : slight gore (eyes), bad family, tell me if I missed anything!

ship: sukuna x offering!gn!reader

yan!sukuna who's tired of the same festival over and over again...yes it brings him gold and fortune that is basically a bribe so that he doesn't destroy this village. Another gold piece he'll never wear and another...

yan!sukuna who's a bit confused by who's kneeling in front of him right now. your parents(?) are raving about how you'll be a perfect spouse—servant—anything, anything he wants. you don't seem all that disturbed, just looking at him with those big eyes...looking at him like he just created the universe.

he accepts the offering- you - mostly because of confusion and curiosity. he doesn't really know what do with you. he sends you to help Uraume with tasks, you make a mean tempura that even he bothers eating. he's never had many companions as a cursed spirit except for uraume, especially a non sorcerer, you claim your parents never taught you how.

yan!sukuna who grows fonder as you spend time with him. when he's destroying another village that doesn't quite please him, he let's you stray to the pretty flowers (not too far though, you're still his). uraume also seems to..tolerate you? you can't tell, they gave you a lot of cooking lessons though!

yan!sukuna who keeps...staying close to you. one of his lower arms is always there, lingering on your hip. the only time it's not is when you could possibly be in danger. he likes how your eyes always look away almost as if it's a sin.

he likes giving you the eyes of the most 'fair' person in the village. they're never as fair. never as beautiful.

"My spirit..do you see how I cannot compare your beauty to anyone else?"

yes this is a wee bit ooc but listen!!!!!!!

[arewestillfrienda]

WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK FUCK EVE IS PREGNANT WHAT WHAT WHAT

HELP NO WHAT NOOO I READ THE COMICS IK BUTBTHAT WAS AWHILE AGO NOPOOOOOOOOOO

[sp7-mr]

[dreadheadmadi]

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

Edit below cut

Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

[lanae111]

The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

[saikira999]

Azul is trying to be a kind understanding housewarden😌😘😇

(THIS IS A SCAM!!!!👺👺👺👺👺👺👺👺)

[noonecareslol]

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

[hazelira]

you might recognize one of the babies' names (3 of them don't have names ><) - from my other stories.

dada, no more other babies! ft.

Heeseung - little chaos (Haneul)

Jay - baby assistant at dada's work - #2 of 2024

Jake - up, up!

Sunghoon - bath bubbles

[kissforyouu]

too much ☆

pairing : sugar daddy!jungkook x fem!reader

genre : smut , fluff

warnings : sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship , implied age gap (reader 20s, jk 30s) , size kink, BIGGGG DDDD (9 inches) , choking , groping , d riding , daddy kink , hickeys , slapping , creampie , panty sniffing , use of petnames (angel, doll, baby, sweetheart) , he talks u thru it , squirting , anal penetration , slight dacryphilia , he gets off to her orgasming , the whole point is he’s too big for her

Today was the day.

You’re so determined to do it. You can do it. Yes, you can.

You were fully prepared, laying on your sugar daddy's expensive ass master bed, wrapped in white lace like a little present for him to unwrap. You looked as if you were a sweet angel fallen into his room filled with all things black and the only thing light being the white walls. And the little parts of you you'd leave hanging around. like makeup, books, clothes, etc. etc.

Too excited, that's what you were. but also nervous, in a way, but you had one goal for tonight. And that was to fit your sugar daddy's cock inside and ride him.

There was a very evident size difference between the two of you. Him being 6ft tall already gave it away, but to add to the list you stood at 5'2ft. He was big in every possible area you could think of, even his cock was massive. fuck. His palm could easily cover your asscheek perfectly without any flesh slipping out. He was a tall successful man with broad shoulders and a muscular body. Thick thighs, big arms—everything you liked in a man.

In addition to that, he was rich. So so rich that he offered you to be his sugar baby. You both met at the mall. So excitedly you went through all the cute dresses you could wear, but definitely not afford. You were still in college. No further explanation needed.

“Ah! this, er, maybe that? don't know!” You were on facetime with your friend, reviewing all the cute dresses you would buy if you had the money. Delusional!

“Nah, nah, nah, the purple one with butterflies would look so good on you!” Your friend squeals, making you squeal back. You might be making too much noise in ths store, but you didn't care.

“You know what would look good with this dress? a cute cardigan and I’d pair this up with some gold hoops."

“Hmm, sounds really pretty”, your friend answered.

“Wish i had the money though...” there was a pout formed on your lips when you look back at the prize tag.

Somehow, your friend ended up having to leave the call due to some work. You end the call, ready to exit the store with absolutely no bags whatsoever. But someone, a man, stops you.

And then he asks you the most out of the blue question ever.

“Want me to buy you that dress?”

That was how it all started. He offered you to become his sugar baby after a full day spent at the mall of him buying you random things. At first, you said no. But he gave you time to decide and also kept sending you gifts over and over. At the end, you agreed. To be fair, you expected him to be the most obscene, rude, horrid man ever. But he's actually...pretty nice. sweet. caring.

Your relationship was 50/50. All you had to do was to take care of that man emotionally, shower him with love which you'll gladly do and also have bomb ass sex with him and he'll pay off all your bills and buy you a shit ton of things in return. The sex wasn't even a topic brought up at first, he didn't need that kind of favour. Just needed a pretty baby to spoil who'll love him in return. The sex just happened on a random friday night. Ever since, you've been getting the best dick you've ever had in your entire life. But there was one problem.

He was too big.

And you were too small.

Sure, the sex was so good and he always made sure to make you cum at least twice each time. It was so good that you couldn't even count the stars rotating around your head each time you orgasmed. But one thing that always managed to bother you...was he satisfied? Because of the obvious size difference, it was hard to fit him inside. Most of the time you’d end up stopping him because it hurt. He won't even be fully in when that happens. Although he always reassured you that he's far more than satisfied with you, you still wouldn't buy it.

But today, you’re going to do it. Gonna make all of him fit inside and give him the orgasm he deserves.

You laid on your back with your eyes fixed on the pattern of the ceiling, feet kicking in the air as you mindlessly waited for him to return home.

But a flirtatious whistle catches you off guard. you immediately rise back up from the bed, eyes darting to the man leaning against the door frame looking at you with a smug look.

“Jungkook!” you squealed.

“Was wondering where you were.” He makes his way towards you.

“I was here.” you mumble.

“I can see...” he snorts.

He lifts you up to sit on the bed by his hands on your waist, then touching your bare stomach, right above the little lace skirt you were wearing.

“For me?” there's a little smug look on his face.

“Who else would it be for?” there’s a sly smirk on your face, batting your lashes as you spoke.

"hah, you little minx" he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, soon cupping your chin and raising your head up.

"when did you buy this?" his thumb teasingly caresses your lower lip.

"mmm, last week. bought it when i went shopping with mina..."

jungkook snickers, thumb now poking in between your lips. instinctively, you open your mouth for him to easily slide his thumb in between. you let out a muffled giggle, swirling your tongue around his thumb.

you both had wide grins on eachother's faces, fully aware of where this was heading.

you choke on his entire thumb the moment he pushes it all in, his thumb and a part of his hand, stuffing your mouth full. with a little bit of drool slipping out of your mouth, you close your eyes with a hum, but jungkook pulls his hand out.

hurriedly, with a satisfied grin, jungkook begins to unbuckle his belt. but before he could move any further, you were quick enough to stop him, bringing confusion to his face.

"huh?"

"kook, the bed. get on the bed, please." you request.

jungkook raises his eyebrow as your unusual request, but still obeying. he removes his shoes first, then gets on the bed, legs spread and leaning against the headboard as he waits for your next move. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, excitedly making your way to sit in between his legs.

jungkook, in the other hand, admist his confusion, still couldn't hold back the little smile that threatened to come out. let's just say...this relationship was more than just being a sugar daddy and sugar baby. for him, at least. he'd like to think so.

you push some of your hair back, brushing it along the way and letting it fall down your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. pretty, jungkook thinks.

"what're you going to do?" he asks, voice as gentle as ever.

you let out a long hum, fingers struggling to open the zipper of his trousers. he was rock hard, so it was hard to get the zip down. ugh.

jungkook chuckles at your struggles, "want me to take it off for you?"

you shake your head in denial. no. you were gonna do everything tonight with no help from him. with the help of the strong mentality you've set on getting goal done, you manage to successfully pull the zipper off.

you sigh, relieved, but jungkook just laughs at you, almost mockingly.

"what?" you ask.

"nothing, baby, 'just love watching you trying to please me. you're gonna take my cock tonight? hm?" the corner of his lip curves up.

"hmmmm, yes" you're moaning.

jungkook snorts, as if he's not believing you. but he takes off his trousers and boxers, leaving his lower body bare. you're gulping while staring at his erect cock, finally free from the restraints of his white calvein klein boxers. he's already leaking precum.

you lean forward, taking his fat cock in your hands, giving it a few pumps. smearing the precum all over the tip, you use it as lube, pumping his cock again. it barely fits in your hands. you have to use both your hands to hold it.

your ass was up, back slightly arched as you took his cock in your mouth. a muffled moan immediately escapes you, as you slowly slowly take him in deeper in your mouth inch by inch. fuck, was it hard. suddenly getting the urge to cough, you quickly pull him off of your mouth and turn your head around to cough.

"shit, you okay, doll?"

nodding your head in embarrassment, you take hold of his cock again to leave kitten licks all over it. you begin by licking the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over the small alleyway of his cockhead several times. jungkook hisses at the feeling, eyes droopy. happily, you're licking all over his shaft as if it's your favourite ice cream.

you lick a long stripe up his shaft again, then circling your tongue on the dent in his cockhead. pulling away to spit on his cock, you rub your saliva all over the base with both your hands, then taking his cock in your mouth again.

you sink it down your throat further, slobbering all over his cock, saliva gushing out of your mouth and covering his cock full. his hand instinctively lands on the back of your head, caressing your hair and giving your scalp a subtle massage.

you were so beautiful, he thought.

slowly, you move your head up and down his length, sucking his cock in your mouth. his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, causing him to let out a few grunts from here and there. he was surprisingly very vocal during sex. and that just got you even wetter.

"mhm, that's right. taking my cock well, huh? taught you good?" his free hand taps your cheek, feeling his cock against your cheek. your cheeks were hollow, your face felt hot. it was obviously heating up, and so was your pussy. jungkook's hand leaves the back of your head to touch your other cheek, both hands holding up your face now as you took him in your mouth. he grunts, releasing another breath.

you slurp up your saliva on his cock only to spit it back, swiping your tongue on his base. you bob your head on his cock, enjoying all of his moans to the fullest. his thumbs swipe over your cheeks repeatedly, wiping away the small tears that are falling down.

"bet you're soaking right now, hm? fhuck—i can imagine how pretty your panties look right now. drenched and sticking to your pussy? isn't that right, angel?"

you hurry to nod your head, still sucking him in your mouth. fuck, you were so cockdrunk. jungkook knew exactly how to get you riled up. the small touches and caresses, holding your face and hair, he knew you liked that. of course he did. he knew your body like the back of his hand.

"yeah?" he acknowledges your nodding, petting your head. you try to best to flash him a smile, moaning in between. "that's right." his palm lays flat on top of your head again as he pushes your head back down on his cock, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat again.

you're pretty sure it's gonna bruise there.

up! down! up! down! you go, warming his cock up by the insides of your mouth. your right hand is wrapped around the rest of his cock that you can't fit while the other squeezed his balls.

the harder jungkook pushed the more you gagged on his cock. it felt suffocating, but you knew jungkook would never do anything to hurt you. you're whining, clawing his thighs. your eyes rolled to the back of your head followed by a series of cusses coming from jungkook's mouth.

"ohhh, oh, hah, fuck, fuck." his head is thrown back against the headboard of the bed. he lets out a whiny little moan, spilling his load into your mouth. jungkook wipes away your tears once you slip his cock out of your mouth with a pop, reassuring you on how well you did.

"you did so well, angel. took my cock so good." he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to raise your head back up. you looked so fucked out just from his dick in your mouth. it was definitely a huge ego boost for him. as much as he loved seeing you pretty and dolled up for him, this look on you has got to be one of his favourites. naked, sweaty and fucked out from his dick. you were so pretty.

"hmm...", he groans, hand sliding up from your left breast to the back of your neck, pulling you on top of him so that you'd be sitting on his lap. "liked having a mouth full of cock?" he grins mockingly, left arm folded on his back as he rests back on it. you nod your head, eyes still closed. the man chuckles, wiping away the drool on your face and chest. he makes sure to wipe his hand on your asscheek also, then slapping it afterwards.

"good now?" he checks up on you.

"yes. all good." you flash him a toothy smile with a thumbs up. jungkook smiles, tongue poking his cheek. "c'mere." he pulls you closer by your waist and securely wraps his right arm around you. your cheek was resting against his peck while he caressed your hair, giving your scalp a few massages here and there.

jungkook trails kisses from the back of your ear down to your neck, darting his tongue out to lick some areas known to make you moan. "let me take care of you, doll."

your sugar daddy gently lays down your body on the bed, hovering over you quickly. he takes a moment to stare down at you, a stupid little smile brightening up his face. you raise your eyebrow, quick to pick up on that. "what? why're you smiling like that?" you ask.

"why not?" jungkook snickers, he pinches the tip of your cheek, thumb gently caressing it afterwards. you feel your cheeks heat up. leaning into his touch, you smile a little.

jungkook lifts you hips up, angling his cock with your entrance and you almost— almost forget your plan. immediately, you halt and place your hand on his chest with a shake of your head.

"why? something wrong?"

you nod your head, gently pushing the man back.

"what're you doing?" you shush him up with your index finger pressed against his lips and shaking your head. jungkook raises his eyebrow.

"i wanna ride you."

jungkook just stares at you as if you've just told him the craziest thing ever, eyes wide as well. stop. this is making you feel embarrassed. what if he just laughs at you?

"what, you're gonna ride me now?" jungkook couldn't help but laugh a little, but immediately shutting himself up when he sees the frown on your face. "okay, sorry, sorry."

"yeah, i am." your voice came out almost inaudible. you felt so small in his large presence. with his big eyes boring into yours, you feel put on the spot. like. like everyone's looking at you holding a mic to your mouth expecting you to talk.

the corner of his lip slightly twitches up, then he breaks into a smile. big hands land on your hips and effortlessly drags you closer to him, he then lifts your chin up, thumb swiping over your lower lip. "sure you won't hurt yourself?"

"yes, daddy. not gonna hurt." jungkook chuckles at the nickname, finding it amusing. you both never really used the name daddy, just once or twice. although, you can't deny how the nickname gets you feeling sort of...thrilled? aroused? jungkook could say the same.

"daddy, huh?" he clicks his tongue.

you nod your head with a small hum, raising your body up to sit on your knees. "lie down, please."

jungkook listens to your request with a teasing smirk on his face. hah, you wanted to fuck that smirk off of him soooooo bad. he lies down on the bed with two pillows supporting his back and makes himself comfortable. he raises his eyebrow watching your puzzled expression, trying really hard to read your face. his legs are spread, fat cock rock hard and leaking that precum you love so much. you gulp down the drool that was already pooled up in your mouth, eyes darting between jungkook's eyes and his cock.

"what're you waiting for? come fuck me, girl."

and you do.

gliding yourself over his muscular thighs, you settle yourself on top of him, your thighs on each side of his waist. you avert your gaze down to his massive cock, twitching with pre cum leaking from the tip, impatiently waiting for you. you take a long deep breath before raising your body over his thighs, then angling your pelvis over his cock. wrapping your hand around his base, you teasingly rub the tip on your folds. jungkook tugs on his lower lip as your pussy twitches against his tip, both your juices slightly mixed with eachother. you raise your hips up again and this time, a string of wetness appears connecting your hole and his reddened tip.

"fucking nasty. you're soaking." jungkook couldn't help but reach out to touch your pussy one more time. you groan once his thumb harshly rubs on your clit while his fingers sunk into your pussy for a moment. he pulls them out before you could even enjoy the feeling, ending it with a slap on your clit. "go on. get on this dick."

jungkook was such a slut.

the moment you finally sink yourself in, or try to, both of you let out a soft gasp, taking in how genuinely tight it felt.

"god, kook...mh", your chest heaved up and down as you balanced yourself, still not fully sunk in his dick yet. you move your hand down there to spread your pussy lips a little further apart, then pushing yourself down a little further.

jungkook stayed silent watching you struggle for a few seconds before deciding to step in. "you okay? want help?" his fingers caressed from your waist to hips, trying to soothe you. you whine, frustrated, ugh—

"i can't. can't do this—mh, too big!"

you give up.

jungkook clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. he shakes his head, disapproving your decision. "come on, baby. 'know you can do this. you're a hardworking girl. it's okay."

"no, no, no, ahh, can't." you shake your head in denial.

"tsk. no. you're gonna do this. slap my thigh if it's too much, m?" a tear escapes your eye as you finally agree to proceeding to pursue your initial goal. jungkook decides to lend a helping hand by rubbing your clit in various patterns slowly to get you wetter and make it easier for you. "better not cum."

"hmm...", you moan out.

with your throbbing clit being rolled in between the tip of the big man's fingers, you sink your hips down his much bigger dick, eyes widening at the newfound sensation.

"SHIT— oh, mm!" his tip hit your g spot, causing your entire body to tremble a little. the action makes jungkook laugh cockily, his lips forming into a mocking pout.

"gonna cum already? my dick only had to get in? you're that needy?" he slaps your cheeks lightly. you give him nothing but a small enticing glare. jungkook groans and taps your hips as a signal for you to get moving.

your knees buried deep into the bed sheets, you steady yourself before guiding your hips up and down slowly. honestly, it hurt. your walls were so mushy and tight, firmly gripping the base of his cock.

"ah, loosen up, angel. if not, you'll make me cum just from that tightness—shiii."

you try to loosen up your pussy hole, relaxing your entire body but ugh, you just can't do it. with a whine, you continue thrusting yourself downwards on his cock. jungkook adjust himself to you fully— your pussy felt soooo full. so fucking stuffed. his tip reached your womb. you didn't even know having him this deep could be possible. it hurt so bad, yet it felt so good. jungkook's hand reaches behind your back to grab the flesh of your ass and mold it into his liking, slapping and pulling on the flesh.

by now you've learnt how to sit on his dick fully inside. and now, you're doing to fuck it.

"h-haaa—" a breathy moan surpasses through as you begin riding his dick, your walls tightly squeezing in his fat base. your moves were slow and careful, careful trying not to hurt yourself too much. it already hurt so bad, no—burnt. your pussy felt as if it was burning, overwhelmed by the size of his dick. you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly remembering why you've never tried fully taking him in. cause your cunt was too small! and fuck! does it hurt!

still, you try, brushing away the second thoughts. the skin slapping noises grew louder each thrust as you let his cock hit deeper and deeper areas. jungkook was in pure ecstasy. the most attractive woman he's ever seen (he would never never reveal that to you) is riding his dick. he loved every second of it.

his hands cup your tits through the sheer fabric of your skimpy lingerie, thumbing your nipples hard. he could feel your nipples grow harder, he just could. which drove him crazy. jungkook's thumbs swipe on your nipples, swirling the bud around too. the bridge of his nose brush against your collarbone as he leans his face closer to your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

"i fucking love watching you struggle like this." you grip onto his wrist tightly, twisting it around with your nails digging deep into his skin and probably creating scars. thankfully for your wet slick, it progressively got easier for you to slide up and down.

"take this off. mm, now." his fingers toyed with the straps of your skimpy ass top, tugging on the fragile material and pulling on it. you groan, hurriedly taking off the annoying ass top and throwing it away to let it land on wherever.

you breasts were fully bare for him, big and juicy, nipples hard as fuck. you were such an eye candy. he loved—liked everything about you. so fucking hot. he could go insane.

your jaw falls open, shoulder pushed back and chest popped out as you rode his dick. such a pornographc sight. your tits bounced along with each of your jumps. puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust of your hips, his dark pubic brushing against your clit, creating some sort of friction as well. fuuuck.

jungkook caresses your hips, fingertips also dancing across your asscheeks, bringing you a relaxing feeling amidst the heavy workout you're putting yourself through. you slam yourself onto his dick, pussy quite literally splitting into two. you've never fucked someone this hard. this is so crazy, you're actually taking him— you gasp, letting yourself feel out his dick fully.

fuckfuckfuck you could feel his dick tightly smuggled inside your chubby cunt, feeling out the tight clasp of your walls as you literally squeezed him shut. shit, you're scared he wouldn't be able to pull out even. you're squeezing him that tightly. you hold onto his broad shoulders, long manicured nails digging into the skin, probably—most probably leaving marks. you inhale in the musky scent he always has once he gets back from work. you loooveeee it.

"please, i—literally—like, fawwkkkk jungkook!" jungkook hisses, hands messily searching for the discarded dirty panties on the side of the bed. he finally finds them and brings them upto his nose to take a long sniff out of it. a looongg nasty sniff. "you're so dirty, daddy."

his eyes drift from the dirty material to yours in a second. he quickly dropped it off and snakes his arms from under your thighs to hoist you up the bed. you squeel in surprise, arms immediately wrapping around his neck for stability. jungkook looks at you from below, big doe eyes glistening at you as you stared back. you giggle a little once you feel his hand slap your asscheek and grab it again.

jungkook leans forward to envelope your lips in a sweet kiss. you sigh in content, kissing him back passionately as your tongues swirled on eachother. you both were eating out eachothers face so good. moving your heads rhythmically in sync while your nails scratched his back real good. you exchanged saliva, head tilting to various sides as you shared a sloppy messy kiss. so fucking hot.

"mmh, put it in...", you try to reach behind your back and grab his dick but jungkook beats you to it, swatting your hand away. he grips his cock, squeezing the red tip with a hiss. "inside me, daddy." his mind feels fuzzy as he slides his dick inside you again. this time, it enters pretty easy, much easier than before. well, since you're well lubricated and all. you both moan in sync, shoulders dramatically falling down as he fills you up again. you hug his muscular body, gliding up and down his dick once again. second time feels much better than last. shiiiit.

"you're so big. i—" you sigh deeply, whole cunt swallowing his fat dick. "hm, it slips in so easily now." you grunt into his neck, trying to adjust yourself. "yeah, cause you're slippery as shit."

"c'mon, sweetheart." he pats your back as you start over, again. you begin riding his dick once more, this time gripping onto the head of the bed and his head. "you know you're doing so good, yeah? never been more proud of you." you could feel the bone of his nose poke your neck as he inhales your sweaty scent in. jungkook presses tiny kisses all over your neck, down to your collarbone. little kisses all over your collarbone. little hickeys forming all over your collarbone ૮꒰ ⊃ ⸝⸝ ⊂ ꒱ྀིა

yeah you know what, maybe you overestimated yourself. fuck does this hurt. did your pussy get smaller or what. you were squeezing him so tight. so fucking tight.

"koo— haaarrd... 'm struggling." you grunt into his neck.

"lemme take over, then."

"wha—no. i'm fucking you." you refuse his offer quite literally right away.

"you're barely holding on. can't even keep my dick inside without moving around. hm?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, squeezing your cheeks together mockingly. he treated you as if you were a feeble little being who couldn't even complete the simplest task.

nothing simple about this dick.

he made sure his dick was perfectly tucked inside, ready to absolutely break you apart on it.

your pussy suddenly starts pulsating, clenching around his dick repeatedly. jungkook lets out a gruff moan, palm slapping against your waist.

"stop fucking clenching. you gonna cum, yeah? is that what this is?"

"mmmhm, i don't want to cum." you break into a whine into his shoulder. "'s okay, just let it out on me, yeah?" he sneaks his arm in between you guys and sticks his thumb out on your very swollen clit. you flinch once he starts rubbing your clit, and in no time, you cream his dick.

"fuck, no, i—i don't want to cum yet." you punch his arm and bite his shoulder, agitated that he just had to make you cum. "i wanted to make you cum first. fuck you." "too bad. i barely even moved."

"are you making fun of me?"

"maybe."

you tug on his hair and bite his arm as revenge.

"i haven't cum yet. did you forget?" he pulls on your hair.

"you know that i wanted to ride you." you huff,

"and you did."

"barely." you roll your eyes, snuggling closer into him, face nuzzled into his neck.

"yeah, my bad my dick's too big."

"you're so over the head."

"okay, but we both know i'm right."

"my vagina is burning."

jungkook pinches the top of your ass and flips you over so that you'd be laying on your back. the sudden movement catches you off guard as you yelp in surprise.

"ow! that hurt."

jungkook doesn't respond to you, but slowly, carefully, pulls his dick out of you. he's still rock hard. you're not surprised.

"you said you wanted to make me feel good, yeah?" he caresses the side of your face, moving away each and every hair sticking to your face. gentle kisses all over your face, cheek, nose, eyes—he suddenly stops, the eye contact between you two breaking the moment he looks away. your breath hitch, there's a tingling feeling all over your body, it felt like the tip of a feather gracing over your face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook squeezes the fat of your belly with a soft kiss on top and suddenly—he was so sly with it too—enters his dick inside your cunt again. “AH!”, you yelp out due to the sudden waves of pain and pleasure sent right from your swollen fucking pussy.

“Come on, girl, take it. I know you can—haah.”

He plunges his dick deep in you with a hard thrust and immediately going at it. He didn’t stop. No he did not. Jungkook rutted into your wet cunt like an animal in heat, desperate to hear the high pitch moans coming out of your swollen lips.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched and gasps left your lips repeatedly. It hurt so bad. Your pussy was fucking burning. It hurt so bad that it felt so good. He’s never done this before. He’s never probably been inside you fully. You swore to the heavens above that your cunt was already torn apart. There was no way.

“Jungkook—mmhphhhhhhhhhttttt!!! It hurts so much! Stop, ah, fuck!”

You raise your legs up, slinking them around his toned sweaty fucking torso. Jungkook grabbed a handful of your meaty thighs, using the fat for support to cling onto you more.

“Please! Stopstopstopstop it hurts so much!”

You didn’t actually want him to stop. You would’ve used to the safe word if so, you and him both knew that very well.

Jungkook grunts in annoyance with a slap on your ass to shut you up.

“Shut up and take my fucking dick. You wanted this. Finish what you’ve started. Take my fucking dick like you said you would!”

He was so big.

“You’re a big girl made for taking big fucking cocks like mine, yeah?”

Without a warning, his palms slap against both your asscheeks before hoisting your entire body up into his arms. Jungkook had you on top of his thighs, carrying your entire weight on his arms as he thrusted from below. His thrusts were so harsh and aggressive with the intention of only wrecking your pussy apart. You were bounced on his cock like a ragdoll. He used you for his pleasure, letting his cock mold the insides of your pussy to the perfect shape that'll fit him always.

"I'm not letting this pussy go now. Hah", he rocks your body upwards again, letting you fall onto his. you cling onto his body for dear life, arms wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in front of his face. you could feel his balls slap against your ass repeatedly. they were wet, slimey and sticky. he spread the stickyness on his balls everywhere, constantly reminding you of the fact that he was deep inside you now. like, finally.

"da-ddy! i can't believe you're fucking me like t-this."

you close your eyes tight, your nails gripping onto jungkook's scalp as you let out a scream.

"please, oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! i'm g'na- HAAH!"

jungkook recognizes the familiar high pitched sound you make, hand sneakily rubbing your puffy clit again. and as a cherry on top, he spreads your ass cheeks apart and sneaks his thumb in between to penetrate your neglected tight little hole. he rubs your hole and inserts the tip of his finger in, repeating the process after. You were so tight down there, considering the fact that you were still an ass virgin. He always said he was gonna take your ass sometime, but you always said no. This was your first time. Fuck.

The finger in your ass caught you off guard as you let out a shriek, your asshole immediately tightening at the sensation.

“Jung…hah. My ass—hhnmpht!”

He shushes you up with a kiss and got into work, rubbing your swollen little clit with his right hand and finger your tight asshole with his left hand, all while his cock absolutely ruined you from below.

“Stop! Too much! Too much! Too much!”

You slobber all over his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as your entire body shiver and crumble against him. You didn’t have to tell Jungkook once, he knew you were just about to cum.

“Cum, baby. Let go. You’ve done amazing.” He fastens his pace on your clit, giving you just enough simulation.

“Ah! I’m g’na pee! FuckfuckfuckfuckSTOP!!”

You let out one more loud cry before aggressively trembly. Your pussy is so used and swollen and your ass hurts so much. Fuck. It didn’t take that long till your pussy starts squirting angrily. Your eyes widen, back arching as you let your pussy take full control of your body.

Jungkook pulls out of you for a brief moment to let you squirt wherever. His hand never left your clit though, continuing to rub at an increased speed. Your pussy convulses aggressively, squirting on everything and everywhere. The sheets behind you were fully drenched with your squirt and so was his dick, that was right under you.

“I’m sorry I’m making a mess all over your bed,” you cry into his shoulder, completely overwhelmed with everything that’s happening.

You’re still squirting. You don’t know if you’re actually squirting or just straight up pissing yourself on him. This was so embarrassing. Your face was so red. This is so humiliating fuckfuckfuck.

“I’m so”—you choke,“—embarrassed. Ahh, I’ve ruined everything.” You cry out, covering your face with your hands. Jungkook understood that this was an intense moment for you. You’ve squirted before, but never this hard. He soothes you by bringing you into his embrace, tracing patterns on your back to help you calm down.

You choke on your tears again. You were crying so much. You’ve never cried this much during sex before. As concerned he was for you, he was starting to admit he liked that sight. He liked it when you were crying out for him.

You let out the last bit of squirt on his cock, drenching him fully. Jungkook’s cock twitches, it’s angry head starting to let out spurts of cum.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe it. He was cumming. He was cumming so hard from just watching you orgasm. He was getting off to your orgasm.

“Fuck. Shit. Oh my god”, Jungkook groans. He throws his head backwards, letting his cum spurt out as you squeezed his balls. There was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as his face changed into various expressions as he emptied his balls into your mouth.

You made sure to put your mouth on it and let his cum fall right onto your tongue, just how he liked it. And you also made sure to swallow it all, just how he liked it.

You were still getting off of your high as well, body still crumbled against his.

“It’s okay, babygirl”, Jungkook coos into your ear and soothingly rubs your pussy slowly with your palm till you calm down.

“It stings”, you whine.

“Hmm, I know, baby. Take a deep breath.”

You obey him, taking a deep breath as he wiped off your tears. You sniffle. Your pussy was still throbbing and hole gaping. Fuck. You’re gonna stay stretched like this for a while. He ripped you apart.

“My gorgeous girl. You did so well.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “I can’t believe I fucking came to you squirting”, he chuckles.

“I wanted you to cum in my pussy.” You whine, spreading your pussy lips apart once again.

“I know. But this is more than enough. You know I get off to your orgasms.” He swats your hand away.

“Let her rest.” Jungkook leans down to press a kiss to your swollen worn out pussy.

You cry out, scooting closer to him.

Jungkook then picked you up, took you to the bathroom, made you pee, and brought you back to bed after changing the sheets.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

What?

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

Can enemies to lovers ACTUALLY be ENEMIES to lovers?!?!

I don’t want to hear no “I hate them! But I wanna kiss them so bad”

NO, Y/N! YOU HATE THEM, YOU’RE DISGUSTED BY THEM. NO MORE “They make me so mad, but those big strong arms…”

[babsworlds]

THE ALCHEMY.

pairing. Pedro Pascal x younger! wife! reader

synopsis. “Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me.” — Pedro wins the 30th SAG Awards.

warnings. mention of age gap (late 20s/late 40s), just fluff, real people fic, Timothée is THE Timothée, based on song The Alchemy by Taylor Swift.

babs’ note: this is officially my first pedro fic<3 since my obsession over this man is unreal I’m starting to write him too but atj is still my main man!

TODAY WAS A DAY YOU HAD BEEN LOOKING FORWARD FOR MONTHS. Hosting the 30th SAG Awards with your very good actor friend Timothée was already thrilling, but the fact that your husband, Pedro, was nominated in one of the many categories made the whole day even more exciting.

The red carpet was a dazzling sight, teeming with your celebrity friends, all dressed to impress. Timothée's humor and charm made the event even more enjoyable, and the two of you shared many laughs as you made your way through the evening.

You had already hosted and commented on many categories during the ceremony, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Each winner's reaction was unique and heartfelt, creating moments that were unforgettable. Whether it was tears of joy, expressions of shock, or grateful speeches, every victory added to the magic of the night.

Now it was time to announce the winner of Male Actor in a Drama Series, the category Pedro was nominated for. Your heart beat like never before, the chance of your husband winning was thrilling.

As you stood on the stage alongside Timothée, close to the microphone, you waited for the room full of people to calm down. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and you could feel the energy of the audience buzzing around you. You couldn't help but steal glances at Pedro, who was smiling at you like a crazy, proud husband. His excitement mirrored your own, and it made your heart swell with love and pride.

Timothée gave you a reassuring nod, and together, you both prepared to announce the nominees. The screen behind you lit up with clips of the talented actors in their respective roles, each one deserving of recognition.

You took a deep breath, your hands slightly trembling with anticipation. As Timothée began to read the nominees' names, you focused on maintaining your composure, though your mind was racing with hope.

As you stood on the stage alongside Timothée, close to the microphone, waiting for the room full of people to calm down, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Pedro, who was smiling at you like a crazy.

Timothée, ever the supportive friend, sensed the significance of the moment and handed you the envelope with the winner's name, knowing how much this category meant to you.

Your heart raced as you slowly opened the envelope, your hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and shared one last look with Pedro in the audience before finally looking at the winner's name. The room seemed to hold its breath as the paper unfolded in your hands.

“And the actor goes to…” Timothée spoke, drawing out the suspense as you opened the bent paper.

On the paper, written in bold letters, was your husband’s name.

You tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but your happiness was evident as the corner of your lips turned into a smile. You shared a look with Timothée, and in a playful tone, you teased everyone in the room, especially the nominees. “You want to say it?” you asked, your voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

“You say it,” Timothée laughed, enjoying the playful banter and the suspense you were creating. The room was buzzing with curiosity and excitement as they waited for the big reveal.

Taking another deep breath, you focused your gaze on Pedro, who was now sitting on the edge of his seat, his eyes locked on you. You looked around the room, taking in the expectant faces of the audience, before finally announcing, “Pedro Pascal, The Last Of Us!”

The room erupted into cheers and applause. Pedro stood up, waving to the crowd before quickly making his way to the podium.

Completely ignoring Timothée and the trophy he held, Pedro hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. “Oh my god,” you laughed, feeling the joy and excitement of the moment. Timothée gave the audience a confused look with a smile, adding to the lightheartedness of the scene.

Pedro gently set you down and kissed you. The kiss tasted like sweet victory. You didn’t expect it, but you liked it. Despite the age difference between you and Pedro, you were the iconic couple of Hollywood, and people loved seeing you two together.

He shook your hand and Timothée’s, finally taking the trophy as he made his way to the microphone with a proud smile.

Pedro placed the trophy down on the glass table next to the mic, taking a moment to collect himself. “This is wrong for a number of reasons,” he began, his voice still trembling a bit from the shock and excitement of winning.

“I’m a little drunk,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, “I thought I could get drunk.” You shared a playful look with Timothée, rolling your eyes in amusement. This man was unbelievably adorable.

Pedro continued, “And thank you, HBO,” he trailed off, gathering his thoughts. “Mostly, I want to thank my beautiful wife, Y/n,” he said, looking back at you and then looking ahead again. “Y/n, you’re an incredible woman, and thank you for always supporting me.”

Even though you had promised yourself you wouldn't cry, you couldn't help but tear up when Pedro mentioned your name. The emotion in his voice and the sincerity of his words were overwhelming.

“Thank you for making me take the role of Joel,” Pedro continued, his voice filled with gratitude and love. He didn't stop there. He gave you so much credit for his success, acknowledging your unwavering support and encouragement.

As you listened to him, pride swelled in your chest. You were so proud of him and everything he had achieved. The recognition he was giving you made the moment even more special.

“I love you,” Pedro finished, his voice trembling with emotion.

Pedro took the trophy in his hands, "I'm going to have a panic attack, and I'm going to leave," he joked, causing the room to erupt in applause once again as he left the stage.

You and Timothée took your place in front of the mic, proud tears still running down your cheeks. "Wow, Y/n, you look really touched," Timothée joked into the mic, eliciting laughs from the audience. "Say something," he urged, his comedic timing spot-on and making everyone chuckle.

You took the mic, your emotions a mix of pride, joy, and amusement. "Pedro, you bastard," you said playfully, causing the audience to burst into laughter.