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ayyy-pee · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Day 1: Exhibitionism

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Cheating, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Profanity bc who do you think I am, Pussy Eating, Masturbation, Exes to Lovers, Jealousy, Wasting food :(, DID NOT PROOFREAD SO SORRY FOR ERRORS LMFAO

Summary: Satoru hates the fact that you've been out of his grasp all this time. He loathes that you’ve been in the arms of another man, that you’ve had someone else warming his side of the bed, let someone else taste you, hold you, feel you the way he used to.

You may be over Satoru, but Satoru is not and will never be over you.

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“You alright, sweetie?” You ask, peering through the rearview mirror as you put your car in park. The sound of whistles blowing, people cheering and clapping can already be heard from the parking lot. The nervous little face of your nine year old son behind you stares out the window. He looks about ready to ask you to turn around and go home. His stark white brows lift, his messy, just as stark white tresses swing wildly when he turns his attention to you.

“Hmm?”

You unclick your seatbelt to turn in your seat. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he sighs, fidgeting with the collar of his uniform. “I just…wanna win today.”

Bright blue eyes stare into yours, searching for reassurance. Those same blue eyes that remind you too much of the one person you’d like to avoid as much as possible today. Even so, you grin, nodding.

“Honey, you’re going to do great. You’ll win the game and Daddy and I will take you out after. We’ll take you even if you don’t win.” You wink.

“Dad’s coming?!” He beams, unbuckling his seatbelt excitedly. You knew the mention of his father would help.

“Yep, he should be here soon. I’m sure you’ll see him while I’m getting your snacks together.”

“Cool!” He scoots forward, throwing his small arms around you and your seat. “I’ll see you after the game, Mom. Gotta go warm up.” Your son swings the backdoor open and leaps out.

“Good luck!”

With a sigh, you climb out of the vehicle, popping the trunk open to grab your snack cooler. It’s your son’s last soccer game of the season. He wants his dad to watch him win, wants to make him happy. It’s cute. Though there’s not much he really needs to do to make his father proud. He could do anything and he’d be happy. Because the one good thing about Satoru Gojo is that he’s incredible at being a dad.

You and Satoru have separated for a while now, per your request. Satoru is an incredible father. You’ll never argue that. But as far as being a husband goes? Well, there were a few things about him that rubbed you the wrong way during your marriage that prompted you to ask for a separation. The main issue being that he just really gets on your fucking nerves. It’s almost like he goes out of his way to get under your skin. Satoru’s always been that way. At one point in time, it was endearing, exciting.

But your personalities began to clash and Satoru began to feel more like dead weight than your partner. It was just a matter of growing apart. The decision to leave Satoru was easy. It was staying away that was hard.

That’s why you’d jumped at the chance to do snacks for the boy’s team today. You and Satoru rarely enjoyed family events together. Not because you didn’t get along. You got along fine, whether Satoru was annoying or not. More for the fact that being in the same room with each other usually led to such thick sexual tension that you’d end up texting him to sneak over in the dead of night.

And you were seeing someone else now. Satoru knew it. You knew it, obviously. And yet, you still worried that whatever insane hold Satoru still had on you would ruin your relationship.

But this event meant a lot to your son. He wanted his father here for this and you couldn’t say no to him. Besides, Satoru would be on the sidelines, cheering far, far away from you while you prepped the fruit slices and sandwiches in the small snack shed at the end of the field.

Halfway to the shed, you set the cooler down on the grass just when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. A small smirk graces your features seeing the name flicker across the screen with a text.

Baby: I’m running a little behind, but I’ll be heading out soon! Baby: Wish him good luck for me! You: Drive safe babe. No rush!

You’ve been dating your current boyfriend for a few months now. Things are going well…slow. But it’s fine. You don’t need the constant rush or excitement that you had with Satoru. That’s what you like about him anyway. That he’s not Satoru. And your son likes him well enough. That’s the most important thing.

You’d let Satoru know ahead of time that your boyfriend was coming and he didn’t seem to have an issue with it. At least, as far as you could tell. Satoru never was good at being honest about his feelings.

“Ohhh, is that your new future husband?” A familiar, grating voice sings into your ear and you roll your eyes because you know exactly who it is. Next to you stands Satoru, in all of his irritating glory.

He’s got that stupid grin that you know so well on his face, cocky as ever because he knows he looks good. He’s already basking in the way the soccer mom’s heads nearly fly off their necks spinning around just to look at him. Too damn tall for his own good and conceited as hell because he’s not a fucking idiot, Satoru knows he’s attractive. Top it off with those eyes he likes to wear sunglasses over just so he can relish in the gasps he receives when people see his aggressively blue eyes?

Satoru is a walking red flag if you’ve ever seen one.

He’s obnoxious. And yet your body still tosses all common sense out the window whenever you’re near him. Your heart stutters, your cheeks warm, your palms fucking sweat. It’s pathetic.

You scowl, tucking your phone away. “Mind your own business for once, Satoru.”

Satoru blinks, stunned for all of two seconds…and then throws his head back with raucous laughter. He slips his hands into his pockets and shrugs. "Well, I still pay the phone bill so it's not like I can't check to see who you're texting anyway."

Asshole. Your eyes narrow. "...Do you?"

There’s not a second of silence between you two before Satoru laughs again and points to the cooler, asking, "What's in there?"

His sudden redirection works, your eyes falling on to the cooler. “Oh, I’m on snack duty this week so everything’s in here.”

Satoru’s not paying much attention anymore, eyes scanning the soccer field until they land on your son. He waves, calling out “good luck!” across the field. You take advantage of his brief distraction and grab the cooler, moving toward the shed hurriedly.

You feel Satoru’s presence trailing behind you within seconds, following you because of course he is.

“I can give you a hand with those if you want,” Satoru offers, long legs carrying him to stride next to you. You shake your head.

“I don’t want. Go watch the game and enjoy.”

You need distance. Being within a small, enclosed space with Satoru sounds like hell. Because you know it will take no time at all for him to talk you out of your pants. Satoru jogs ahead anyway, opening the door to the dingy shed for you and you move inside, setting the cooler down gently.

“I insist.”

- - - - -

Satoru thinks it’s cute how stubborn you are. You’ve always been like that, bullheaded and impossible to move when you’re set in your ways. You always say Satoru has never changed and never will, but it’s really you. It’s one of the many things that made Satoru fall in love with you in the first place.

After your little proposal to separate, Satoru was heartbroken. He let you go, though. He was certain you’d come to senses, ask for him back eventually. It’s just been a waiting game for him. But now the game is taking too long. The more he waits, the further away you seem to be drifting from him. And now you’ve brought another man into the picture.

That’s the last thing he wants.

Satoru’s eyes track your movements across the shed. It’s fairly well maintained, albeit tiny. There’s a long table facing a small window and a single chair to sit on that you wave at Satoru to sit in. He doesn’t mind. He likes the view as he watches you bend over to open the cooler and rummage through the contents.

It reminds him of how things used to be. Reminds him of the times you’d brought your son to his games together, as a family. Reminds him of home.

The painful squeeze of his heart no longer catches him by surprise. He always feels it whenever he’s near you, whenever he hears your name, whenever he thinks of you. And he’s always thinking of you.

It’s sick, really. Sometimes Satoru thinks he’s obsessed with you with how often he thinks of you, how often he checks his phone for a message or missed call from you, how often he fucks his hand to the thought of you. He’s not too prideful to admit it. He fucking daydreams about you, goes to sleep hoping you’ll be waiting for him when sleep carries him away.

You’d up and left him out of the blue, asking for a separation, your only reasoning being that you just don’t see a future with him anymore. Then you had the nerve to invite Satoru over only for the occasional booty call, have him damn near fuck you through the bed and slip out the door before sunrise. He didn’t mind the arrangement at first…

…But now you’ve moved on. And Satoru hates the fact that you've been out of his grasp all this time. He loathes that you’ve been in the arms of another man, that you’ve had someone else warming his side of the bed, let someone else taste you, hold you, feel you the way he used to.

You may be over Satoru, but Satoru is not and will never be over you.

“You ever think about giving us another shot?” Satoru asks suddenly. He watches with amusement as you stand, back facing him and shoulders tense.

“Absolutely not,” you answer after a beat.

Satoru’s smile widens. “Why not? I’ve thought about it. Too much, probably.”

"Of course you've thought about it. You didn't leave me, I left you."

"And yet that still didn’t stop you from texting me to come over at 2 in the morning for months after.” Satoru leans forward in his seat, reaching one of his long fingers forward to run along the back of your thigh.

You swiftly slap his hand away and he chuckles. “Yeah, thankfully I don’t need to do that anymore.”

Satoru frowns. So easy to forget you’re seeing someone else when he has you right in front of him. Not that he gives a fuck.

Satoru’s been patient, he thinks, kind even. He’s let you have your fun and date around despite the way his blood boils listening to his son tell him what mommy's been up to lately. Lots of sleepovers with your little friend who's on his way now, apparently. Satoru can't fucking stand it.

He rises from his seat, closing the gap between you when he slips his arms around your waist. And like always, you melt into his touch, even when you whisper “Satoru” as a warning. You inhale sharply, but don’t move his hands. You let him hold you even when he sits his chin atop your head, breathing in the sweet smell of your shampoo.

“What?”

“This is…it’s– this is just inappropriate,” you stammer. Your body is betraying you already, giving in so easily to Satoru’s touch like it always does. “You know I have a boyfriend.” You continue moving the fruit around, just to keep yourself busy to try to hide the way your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

Satoru hums, the vibrations from his chest zipping through your body, igniting goosebumps along your skin. “Yeah, but I know it’s not serious.”

You scoff, a hand coming up to grip Satoru’s wrist when you feel his warm breath ghost across your skin.

“Is it serious?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. He wants to know. He’ll back off if you tell him you’re really into this guy. Well, he might back off. Really depends on his mood.

“It’s…I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, then it’s not that serious.” He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear and you suck in a sharp breath.

“Satoru…” You try to chide, but it comes out as more of a pathetic whimper.

Satoru answers with a groan. “You don’t know what it does to me when you say my name like that.” He pushes closer to you, evidence of exactly what you saying his name like that pressed against your back.

He’s so incredibly hard just from being this close to you again, inhaling your scent, feeling your soft body against his. God, it’s hard to not shove you down onto the table and fuck you now. But, he doesn’t want to scare you off because he knows at any moment you could change your mi–

His thoughts are cut off, a deep groan ripped from his throat when you roll your hips back, grinding your ass against his length.

“Shit…” Satoru sighs, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck the way he knows you like. “Can you feel how much I want you?” He kisses your neck, nipping lightly at the smooth skin and you thrust your hips back harder. “You want me too, huh?”

“Yes!” You moan. You won’t even deny it. You couldn’t if you wanted to. You’re putty in Satoru’s hands and your body moves of its own accord. Satoru rolls his hips into your ass again, groaning loudly as his cock throbs within the confines of his pants. He wants you so bad, it fucking hurts.

“Let me taste you, baby,” Satoru pleads, hands slipping down to play with the waistband of your pants. “I haven’t had you in so long. I miss that pussy more than any–”

“God, you talk so fucking much. Just do it, Satoru,” you whine impatiently. Satoru laughs, kissing your cheek before he’s on his knees.

“Aaaalright.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both your pants and underwear and pulls them down in one swift motion.

Satoru leans back, admiring the view from his spot on his knees. Stunning is the only word appropriate to describe you. Bent over the table with your beautiful bare ass and dripping core exposed for him. His dick throbs painfully in his pants as his eyes focus on exactly where he’s been dreaming of seeing up close and personally for months now.

And now that he has you for the moment, Satoru wants to enjoy you. He wants to savor you before his time is up. But he can’t help but want to make you squirm before he does, remind you that there will never be another man who can fuck you the way Satoru does. The thoughts only intensify as Satoru palms your ass, kneading the soft flesh just before he leans forward and places soft kisses to the backs of your thighs. He can feel the way your legs tremble in anticipation, how your breath hitches every time he inches a bit closer to where you want him the most.

Then he’s pulling you back by your thighs, meeting you halfway to latch his hot mouth directly onto your pussy. He doesn’t waste a second, flicking his tongue over your clit right before he sucks the sensitive nub harshly, just the way he knows you like, a broken cry of his name falling from your lips.

A blend of your moans fill the room – yours from finally getting the touch you’ve been craving. Satoru’s from getting to taste you after all this time. The vibrations of Satoru’s moans shoot straight to your core, but the feeling doesn’t last long. He’s gone before you can fully enjoy his touch. You roll your hips back as you desperately search for Satoru’s mouth. You want him to do that again. You want him to devour you right where you stand. But Satoru won’t give that to you just yet. He leans back on his heels again, watching you whine needily, wiggling your ass in his face.

“You know I love when you scream my name…” he leans forward again, kissing the soft skin of your bottom. “But you don’t want your little boyfriend to hear us, do you?”

Your eyes snap up, peering out of the small, now fogged window of the shed. Sure enough, your boyfriend is standing at the edge of the field. How the fuck did Satoru know he was here? God, he’s so annoying. It’s like he can see through walls or some shit.

Just when you’re about to speak up, tell Satoru that this is a mistake, you find the only thing leaving your mouth is another desperate whine when Satoru gives your clit a small lick before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly. It has your head spinning, mouth falling open with a silent cry as he works his tongue back and forth between your folds.

“Oh my fucking godddd,” you mewl quietly, trying to roll your hips back, find more friction. But Satoru halts your movements with his hands. He runs his tongue, long and slow, over your clit. Your legs shake with every lick. Your heart races with every groan. Satoru is trying to take his time, trying to enjoy the sweet taste of your essence on his tongue. You’ve always tasted like a dream and having you again has his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he buries himself as deep as he can in your cunt and consumes you.

“Make sure he doesn’t come over here,” Satoru mutters into your pussy. He brings a hand down to hurriedly work his pants open. He pulls his cock out, hissing into your core the moment the cool air touches it. His fingers spread his precum over his swollen length before he wraps hand around himself, stroking slowly. “Fuck.”

You stare outside the window, eyes half-lidded as Satoru absolutely loses himself in you. Your boyfriend scans the field, probably for you since you’re nowhere to be seen. You watch as he pulls out his phone, his fingers moving across the screen. Not even three seconds after he pockets his phone, yours vibrates, but you can’t focus on that when Satoru nips your clit hard and you damn near shriek his name as your orgasm tears through you.

You can hear Satoru panting, hear the way his fist pumps his cock as he drinks up every bit of your release. And then he’s on his feet, his free hand coming up to hold you by your jaw, holding your attention to your boyfriend.

You can barely make him out through the tears forming in your eyes. Satoru places sweet kisses along your face. He presses his cheek to yours, eyes locked on your boyfriend and you whimper when you feel his cock nudge your entrance.

“Be a good girl and keep an eye on him for me,” Satoru requests. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you gasp as Satoru pushes forward.

He pushes forward, filling you so painfully slow. This is Satoru’s favorite part. He loves feeling the way your walls stretch deliciously to accommodate him, hug him so snugly inside of you. The weight of his cock inside you has you absolutely reeling, thighs shaking as you take all of him, just the way you used to.

You bite your lip, soft whimpers filling the small space as your eyes flutter shut. But Satoru nudges your cheek with his, your eyes snapping open again.

“Ah, ah. Watch him,” he commands through gritted teeth. “Need you to watch your boyfriend while I fuck what’s mine.”

Satoru kisses your cheek sweetly, then gives you about three seconds to adjust to the way he absolutely fills your pussy before he’s moving, bottoming out on every thrust that follows.

“I could live in your pussy forever,” he groans, cock hardening as he watches you boyfriend wander like a fucking idiot around the sidelines. Satoru holds your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks a little tighter. “Take me back. I know that fucker doesn’t make you feel the way I do.”

You whine, trying so hard to keep your eyes open while Satoru fucks into you with reckless abandon. The table bangs against the wall loudly and you hope that the noise of the game is enough to cover it up.

“Take me back, baby,” Satoru begs. “I’ll be good this time.”

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed. It’s so easy to lose yourself in him, to give him all of you. You want to believe him when he says he’ll change, but history has always proven you wrong. You just don’t work anymore.

Satoru pistons his hips, his cock nudging against a part of your walls that makes you keen.

“I’m so much better for you and you know it.” His hips pick up speed, his hand coming down to grip your hip so tightly you’re sure you’ll have a bruise there tomorrow. “Look at him.” He thrusts into you deeply, grunting in pleasure at the feel of you getting tighter around him as you watch your helpless partner. “He’ll never be able to give you this.”

Your fingers find your clit and you rub in time with his thrusts and your mouths fall open together, moans escaping the both of you. It’s so hard to keep it down when it feels this fucking good.

Satoru can see your eyes have closed. It’s fine. He’s watching. He sees your boyfriend glance over to the shed, body turning as he makes his way over. His hips slam harder into yours and you bite your lip to hold in yet another scream.

A part of him regrets asking you to keep it down. On the one hand, he'd love for your new man to hear you screaming his name while he empties his balls inside of you. But on the other hand, an all out brawl at his son's soccer game probably wouldn't look good. Not that he couldn’t take him anyway.

Your boyfriend’s about halfway to the shed when he stops in his tracks, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone. He taps the screen, presses the phone to his ear and turns back around. He’ll probably be back soon, Satoru thinks.

“As much as I love this,” Satoru thrusts into you hard, hitting that delicious spot again and making you whimper. “Need to wrap it up before your loser man comes back.”

You moan, fingers still working your clit as Satoru fucks you with everything he has to offer.

“I’m never letting you go, you hear me?” He mutters between thrusts. “Your little boyfriend can’t fuck you like this, can’t give you what I can, baby.” It’s less dirty talk and more Satoru whimpering into your ear. “I love you and that’s never gonna change. You’re my wife. My wife. Mine.”

His declaration of love shocks you, has your eyes rolling back as your orgasm shoots through you, a broken cry of his name ripping from your throat.

Satoru turns your head, slamming his lips into yours to smother your cries as he pumps into you harder, faster. He grunts loudly into your mouth as he feels his cock pulse hard inside you, a guttural groan emerging from deep within his chest as hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock and paint your walls white with his seed.

You’re both gasping for air, desperately trying to catch your breath as reality sets in.

You just cheated on your boyfriend. You just fucked your ex-husband over a plate of fruit inside of a fucking shed.

That’s how strong of a hold this fucker has on you. You want to say you don’t work together, that Satoru irritates you to the point that you can’t stand to be in the same vicinity as him. In reality, you just have no power when it comes to Satoru. You don’t know why you fight it. It’s stupid to try because you know you wouldn’t be able to resist if you tried.

You sigh, pushing back against Satoru who gently pulls himself out of you with a soft hiss. You pull your pants back up and clear your throat. Outside the window, your boyfriend has returned to the soccer field, still gazing around the area for you.

“I have to go out there.” You tell Satoru. He hums, buttoning his pants.

“Yeah…”

You glance over your shoulder, watching as Satoru takes his seat again. Would it be worth trying with him again? You don’t know, but you do know one thing. Your body calls for him, becomes weak when he’s near. Maybe you’re not actually ready to move on because it doesn’t seem like you can.

Satoru catches you watching him and he beams, running his fingers through his snowy tresses.

“Can I expect to hear from you later tonight?” He questions. He knows the answer already. He just wants to hear you say it. But his eyes widen when you give him the answer he least expected.

“Come home with us after the game. We can talk about…us.”

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inkspiredwriting · 5 months ago

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With great power comes great responsibility

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Five and Y/N Hargreeves had always known that their daughter, Maddie, might inherit some extraordinary abilities. Growing up in a household with the Hargreeves family, it was almost inevitable. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the Hargreeves household was bustling with activity. Y/N was in the kitchen, whipping up pancakes, while Five was engrossed in a book at the dining table, occasionally glancing over to check on Maddie, who was playing with her toys on the living room floor.

"Five, can you keep an eye on Maddie while I finish up here?" Y/N called from the kitchen.

"Sure thing," Five replied, looking up from his book with a smile. He watched as Maddie stacked her colorful blocks, humming a little tune to herself.

Suddenly, Maddie’s humming stopped, and she stared intently at one of the blocks. To Five’s amazement, the block began to levitate, floating in the air before gently settling back down on the stack.

"Y/N!" Five called, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. "You need to see this!"

Y/N hurried over, wiping her hands on a towel. "What’s wrong?"

Five pointed to Maddie, who was now making several blocks float simultaneously. "I think Maddie has powers."

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and awe. She knelt down next to Maddie, who looked up with a proud smile. "Mommy, look! I can make them fly!"

Y/N exchanged a glance with Five, both of them filled with a mixture of pride and apprehension. "That’s amazing, sweetie," Y/N said, her voice gentle. "How did you learn to do that?"

Maddie shrugged, her eyes twinkling with innocence. "I just thought really hard about it, and it happened."

Five knelt down beside them, ruffling Maddie’s hair. "You’re incredible, Maddie. But we need to be careful with your new ability, okay? It’s important to practice and learn how to control it."

Maddie nodded, her little face serious. "Okay, Daddy. I’ll be careful."

As the day went on, Five and Y/N took turns helping Maddie practice her new power. They set up a safe area in the living room where she could experiment without causing any damage. Maddie’s enthusiasm was contagious, and soon enough, even Klaus had joined in, offering to be her floating block assistant.

"This kid is going to be a superstar," Klaus declared, watching as Maddie made a toy car float across the room. "Imagine the party tricks!"

Diego, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke up. "It’s great that Maddie has powers, but we need to make sure she understands the responsibility that comes with them."

Allison nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We’ve all seen what can happen when powers are misused."

Five placed a reassuring hand on Maddie’s shoulder. "Don’t worry, we’ll make sure she knows. Right, Maddie?"

Maddie nodded vigorously. "I promise, Daddy. I’ll be good."

That evening, after Maddie had gone to bed, Five and Y/N sat on the sofa, reflecting on the day’s events. "Can you believe it?" Y/N said, leaning against Five. "Our little girl has powers."

Five smiled, wrapping his arm around her. "I always knew she was special. But we have to be careful. The world can be a dangerous place for people like us."

Y/N sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "We’ll protect her, Five. Together. We’ll make sure she knows how to use her powers wisely."

Five nodded, kissing the top of her head. "Agreed. She’s our daughter, after all. And with us as her parents, she’s going to be just fine."

As they sat there, enveloped in the quiet of the night, they felt a renewed sense of purpose. Maddie’s discovery was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with challenges and triumphs. But with love and determination, they knew they could face anything that came their way.

After all, they were the Hargreeves family.

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regressionschool · 2 months ago

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Maturity Test Part 5: Guess who is back

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Stepping out of the car, Anna approached the entrance, spotting Becky through the window. She was sitting on the floor with a group of her classmates, intently focused on a colorful storybook as her teacher read aloud. When the door opened, Becky’s head shot up, her face breaking into a wide grin.

"Mommy!" she squealed, scrambling to her feet. Her little dress swayed as she ran toward Anna, her pull-up crinkling softly beneath the fabric. Becky threw her arms around Anna’s legs in a tight hug, beaming with pride.

"Hey, sweetie," Anna said warmly, kneeling down to her level. "Did you have a good day at preschool?"

Becky nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing. "Uh-huh! I learned all about numbers today! We counted all the way to twenty, Mommy!" She held up ten fingers, as if trying to show how many, even though it wasn't enough. Her excitement was contagious.

Anna smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Becky’s ear. "That’s amazing, Becky! And what else did you do?"

Becky’s face lit up even more. "We played with blocks, and I made a tower almost as tall as me! And guess what, Mommy?" she paused dramatically, puffing up with pride, "I stayed dry all day!" She gave her pull-up a little pat, a glint of accomplishment in her eyes.

Anna’s heart swelled. "Wow! That’s so great, Becky! I’m really proud of you."

Becky nodded, but then her expression shifted slightly, her smile faltering just a bit. "Well... almost all day," she admitted, her voice dropping to a small whisper. "I had a tiny accident during story time. But it was only a little bit, I promise!"

Anna gently placed a hand on Becky’s shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "That’s okay, Becky. Accidents happen sometimes, and you’re doing such a good job. I’m really proud of how hard you’re trying."

Becky smiled again, relief flooding her face. "Thanks, Mommy!"

Hand in hand, they made their way back to the car, Becky excitedly recounting more details from her day—how she made a new friend, what snack they had during break time, and all the new words she had learned. Anna listened attentively, her heart warmed by the sound of Becky’s joyful chatter.

They pulled up to the daycare, and as soon as Anna walked inside, she immediately noticed Olaf. He was standing near the door, his pacifier firmly in his mouth, clutching the hand of one of the caregivers with both hands. His face was pale, his eyes wide and nervous. His other hand was holding onto his favorite stuffed bear, a clear sign that something had upset him.

"Olaf, sweetie," Anna called softly, her heart sinking at the sight of him. "What’s wrong?"

The caregiver, a kind-looking woman with soft eyes, gave Anna a sympathetic glance as she gently guided Olaf over to her. "He had a bit of a rough day today," she explained in a low voice. "He was very unsettled when he saw one of the new toddlers."

Anna crouched down to Olaf’s level, brushing a tear from his cheek. "Hey, sweetie, can you tell Mommy what happened?"

Olaf looked up at her, his lower lip trembling as he sucked harder on his pacifier. His voice was muffled and shaky as he finally spoke. "I saw... I saw mean Mommy again," he whimpered, clutching Anna’s hand tightly.

Anna’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood. "Do you mean... Lilly?" she asked softly, her voice gentle but firm.

Olaf nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "Y-Yeah... I saw her, Mommy," he whispered, his voice quivering. "She was here... and... and she was stinky."

Anna’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, and she glanced at the caregiver, who nodded in confirmation. The woman leaned in closer to explain. "Lilly was recently reclassified, Anna. She’s... well, she’s a toddler now. She was brought in today for her first day of daycare, and, um..." the caregiver paused delicately, "let’s just say she had a messy accident when Olaf arrived."

Anna blinked, taken aback by the revelation. Lilly—a toddler? She hadn’t seen or heard anything about Lilly in months, ever since the investigation into her manipulative behavior. But the thought of her being regressed and placed in the same daycare as Olaf was a lot to process.

Olaf’s small voice cut through her thoughts. "She... she was stinky, Mommy," he repeated, his little face scrunched in both confusion and fear. "She had a messy diaper. I saw her when I came in, and she... she looked at me."

Anna pulled him into a comforting hug, rubbing his back gently as he trembled in her arms. "It’s okay, Olaf. You don’t have to worry about her anymore. She’s not your mommy anymore. I am."

Olaf clung to Anna tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "But... but what if she wants to be mean again?"

Anna’s heart broke for him. "She can’t hurt you, sweetie. She’s just another toddler now, and the caregivers here will make sure she behaves. You’re safe."

Becky, who had been quietly watching from the side, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Olaf’s shoulder. "It’s okay, Olaf," she said softly. "You have a new mommy now. And we can all play together at home."

Olaf sniffled and nodded, calming slightly as Anna continued to hold him close. The fear was still there, but knowing that Anna and Becky were with him seemed to ease his anxiety.

After a few more comforting words, Anna scooped Olaf up into her arms, holding him securely as they made their way out of the daycare. As they walked to the car, Olaf kept his pacifier firmly in his mouth, his eyes darting nervously around, but the tight grip he had on Anna showed that he was beginning to feel safe again.

Once they were all buckled in, Anna glanced at Becky in the rearview mirror, who was sitting quietly, sensing the tension in the air.

"How about we all have some ice cream when we get home?" Anna suggested, trying to lighten the mood. "I think we could all use a little treat today."

Becky’s face lit up instantly. "Yes, please, Mommy!" she exclaimed.

Olaf, still sucking on his pacifier, gave a small nod, his eyes brightening just a bit at the mention of ice cream.

As they drove home, Anna couldn’t help but think about Lilly, the former "mommy" who had once manipulated and controlled Olaf’s life, now reduced to a toddler herself, helpless and dependent on others. It was a strange twist of fate, one that left Anna with a mix of emotions. But right now, all that mattered was that Olaf and Becky were safe, happy, and loved.

After they arrived home, the comforting familiarity of the house instantly began to soothe Olaf and Becky. Anna carried Olaf inside, gently setting him on the living room couch. His face, though still marked by traces of the earlier scare, began to relax as he snuggled into the soft cushions with his bear clutched tightly in his arms. Becky, full of energy and curiosity, had already run ahead, kicking off her shoes and eagerly exploring the play corner to find her favorite toys.

"Okay, my little ones," Anna said cheerfully as she closed the front door behind her. "Let's get you both changed into something more comfortable."

Becky bounced over, tugging on her dress. "Can I wear my unicorn shirt, Mommy?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Of course, sweetie," Anna replied with a smile, ruffling Becky’s hair. "But let’s check your pull-up first, okay?"

Becky nodded, standing still as Anna gave her a quick check. The pull-up was dry, but Anna could sense that Becky might need a reminder soon. "Good job staying dry, Becky," Anna praised, her tone warm. "But I think it’s time to try going potty, just to make sure."

Becky giggled and gave a little nod, heading toward the bathroom. "Okay, Mommy! I’ll go now!" she chirped, waddling off with her slight preschooler waddle—more from habit.

As Becky disappeared into the bathroom, Anna turned her attention to Olaf, who was quietly sucking his pacifier on the couch, looking much calmer but still a little shaken. "Alright, Olaf, let’s get you out of those shortalls," she said gently, lifting him up onto his feet. He didn't resist, simply holding his stuffed bear close and watching her with big, trusting eyes.

Anna unfastened the straps of his shortalls, sliding them down to reveal his diaper underneath. As she expected, the diaper was a bit damp from his earlier accident at daycare. "Looks like you’re a little wet, sweetie," Anna murmured softly, more to herself than to Olaf, though he didn’t seem to register her words.

Without any fuss, Anna removed his shortalls entirely, leaving him in just his diaper and t-shirt. The thick padding between his legs made a faint crinkling sound as she gave it a quick check. It wasn't soaked, so she decided there was no need for a change just yet. Instead of dressing him in new pants, Anna chose to leave him as he was, with just his t-shirt and diaper. Given how easily Olaf wet himself these days without even noticing, it was important for her to keep an eye on the state of his diaper throughout the afternoon.

"There we go, all comfy now," Anna said softly, giving his hair a gentle ruffle. Olaf blinked up at her, his pacifier still bobbing rhythmically in his mouth, entirely unbothered by his lack of pants. He was far too used to being in just his diaper now to notice or care, his focus drifting instead toward the TV.

At that moment, Becky emerged from the bathroom, proudly proclaiming, "I went potty, Mommy! I did it all by myself!"

Anna beamed, her heart swelling with pride. "Good girl, Becky! That’s wonderful," she said, bending down to give Becky a quick hug. "Now, let’s get you into your unicorn shirt."

Becky giggled with excitement as Anna helped her out of her preschool uniform, slipping her into a pair of soft, pastel pink shorts and the beloved unicorn t-shirt she had requested. The outfit was perfect for a cozy afternoon at home, allowing Becky to move freely as she played.

With both kids now dressed in their at-home clothes, Anna ushered them toward the couch, where she sat them down in front of the TV. "Alright, my little loves," she said, reaching for the remote, "how about we watch some cartoons while I get your ice cream ready?"

Becky immediately clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat. "Yes, Mommy! Cartoons!"

Olaf, still holding onto his bear, simply nodded, his wide eyes already drawn to the bright colors on the screen. His diaper crinkled softly as he settled into the cushions.

The next morning dawned quietly, with soft rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains in Olaf and Becky’s shared room. Anna stood at the doorway, watching her two littles still sleeping soundly, each in their own beds. Becky’s thumb was nestled in her mouth as she clutched her stuffed bunny close, her dry diaper peeking out from under her blanket. Olaf lay sprawled out in his crib-like bed, his thick nighttime diaper puffed up, clearly soaked from the night’s accidents.

Anna couldn’t help but smile as she gently roused them. “Good morning, sweethearts,” she cooed softly.

Becky stirred first, blinking sleepily as she rubbed her eyes. “Morning, Mommy,” she mumbled, stretching her little arms. Olaf was slower to wake, still sucking on his pacifier, which bobbed rhythmically in his mouth. When his eyes fluttered open, he gazed up at Anna with groggy but trusting eyes.

“Time to get up, Olaf,” Anna said softly, lowering the side of his crib. “We’ve got a big day ahead.”

Becky, already out of bed and heading to the bathroom for her morning potty routine, left Olaf and Anna alone. Anna leaned down and gave Olaf a kiss on the forehead. “Let’s get you changed, little man,” she said gently, lifting him onto the changing table.

As Anna changed his soaked diaper, she noticed a slight tension in Olaf’s posture. His hands fidgeted with the edge of his shirt, and his eyes darted nervously around the room. “Are you feeling okay, Olaf?” Anna asked, her voice full of concern.

Olaf looked up at her with wide eyes, then down at his pacifier. After a moment, he shook his head slightly. “I don’t wanna go to daycare today,” he mumbled around the pacifier.

Anna paused mid-change, her heart softening. She knew that Olaf still had lingering anxiety about daycare after seeing Lilly yesterday, especially with the knowledge that his former “mommy” had been regressed and placed in the same environment as him. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Anna reassured him, wiping him clean and taping on a fresh diaper. “You’ll be with your friends, and the caregivers will make sure you have a fun day.”

Olaf whimpered softly, squirming a little as Anna finished dressing him in a pair of light green shorts and a t-shirt. “But what if… what if I see her again?” he asked, his voice trembling. The memory of Lilly’s messy accident and the sight of her as a helpless toddler had clearly shaken him.

Anna knelt down beside him, cupping his cheek with one hand. “I’ll be with you today,” she said soothingly. “I’ll drop you off and stay for a little while, okay? I want to check on a few things, too.”

Olaf nodded, a flicker of relief passing through his eyes. He clutched his stuffed bear tightly as Anna led him downstairs for breakfast. Becky was already at the table, happily munching on her cereal. The morning passed quietly, but there was an underlying nervousness in Olaf’s behavior that even Becky noticed.

Once they were ready, Anna drove them to their respective drop-offs, starting with Becky’s preschool. Becky hopped out of the car, waving excitedly. “Bye, Mommy! Bye, Olaf!” she called cheerfully, completely unaware of her brother’s nerves.

“Have a great day, sweetie,” Anna called back with a smile, watching Becky disappear into the building before turning her attention to Olaf.

As they arrived at Olaf’s daycare, Anna could feel him tense up again. His pacifier was already in his mouth, and his grip on his bear had tightened considerably. She parked the car and unbuckled him from his seat. “You’re going to be just fine, Olaf,” Anna said, lifting him into her arms. “I’ll stay with you for a bit, alright?”

Olaf nodded, though his face was still clouded with worry.

Inside the daycare, the bright colors and cheerful decorations did little to ease Olaf’s tension. As soon as they entered, the familiar crinkling of diapers and the playful babbling of other toddlers filled the air. Anna spotted one of the caregivers, a kind woman named Miss Kelly, who had always been gentle with Olaf.

“Good morning, Anna,” Miss Kelly greeted them warmly. “And good morning to you, Olaf. How’s my little guy today?”

Olaf clung to Anna, burying his face in her shoulder. Miss Kelly chuckled softly, clearly understanding his nerves. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she cooed. “We’ll make sure you have a fun day with your friends. No need to worry.”

Anna smiled, grateful for the caregiver’s soothing tone. “I wanted to stay for a bit today, if that’s alright,” Anna said, glancing around. “Just to make sure Olaf is settled.”

Miss Kelly nodded. “Of course, Anna. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”

As Anna walked further into the daycare, she scanned the room, looking for any sign of Lilly. Her curiosity about her former friend—now a regressed toddler like Olaf—gnawed at her. She had heard bits and pieces from the other caregivers, but she hadn’t seen Lilly herself since yesterday. Today, she planned to check on her.

While Olaf began playing cautiously with some blocks nearby, Anna approached Miss Kelly again. “I heard that Lilly was brought here recently,” Anna said, trying to sound casual. “How is she doing?”

Miss Kelly’s face shifted, her expression becoming more guarded. “Lilly… yes. She’s fully integrated into the toddler program now,” she replied, her tone careful. “It’s been a big adjustment for her, but she’s… settling in.”

Anna frowned, sensing something in the way Miss Kelly spoke. “Settling in?” she repeated.

Miss Kelly hesitated, then glanced around to ensure no one was listening before leaning in slightly. “She’s part of the fast-track system,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anna’s brow furrowed. “Fast-track system? What does that mean?”

Miss Kelly’s eyes flickered with something—uncertainty, perhaps even fear—but she didn’t elaborate. “It’s reserved for certain… individuals,” she said cautiously. “People with a history, like Lilly. It’s meant to help them adjust quickly to their new roles, but… it’s not exactly gentle.”

Anna’s heart skipped a beat. She had never heard of this before. “Not gentle? What do you mean?”

Miss Kelly hesitated again. “Let’s just say there are… methods. Drugs, hypnotherapy, behavioral conditioning. It’s only for those who… well, you understand.”

Anna felt a cold chill run down her spine. The idea that Lilly—manipulative and cruel as she had been—was now being subjected to something as ominous as this made her stomach turn. She had never liked Lilly’s actions, but this?

“Can I see her?” Anna asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Miss Kelly bit her lip, clearly uncomfortable. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt… just for a moment. She’s in the dorms right now.”

Anna followed Miss Kelly down the hallway to a separate area of the daycare, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. As they approached the dorms, the atmosphere shifted. The usual cheerful decorations were absent here. The walls were plain, the lighting dimmer. It felt less like a daycare and more like… something else.

Miss Kelly opened the door to one of the dorm rooms, and there, in a crib-like bed, lay Lilly. She was dressed in a babyish onesie, her diaper clearly visible beneath it, thick and crinkling softly with every small movement. Her face, once sharp and calculating, now seemed softer, her expression vacant as she absently sucked on a pacifier.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat. This was the same woman who had once held so much power over Olaf, who had manipulated and controlled others for her own gain. And now… she was just like any other regressed little, helpless and dependent.

Lilly’s eyes flickered open, and for a brief moment, they met Anna’s. There was no recognition, no sign of the person she had once been. Just blankness.

Miss Kelly stepped forward, her voice low. “She’s not… fully aware anymore. The fast-track system… it works quickly.”

Anna felt a wave of nausea. She hadn’t expected this. Whatever Lilly had done in the past, this felt… wrong.

#ab/dl diaper #diaper stories #ab/dl stories #regression school #ab/dl girl #wetting diaper #diaper bulge #ab/dl

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lady-griffin · 28 days ago

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Silco Watching Jinx in the Finale

Jinx, I said WALK AWAY, NOT BLOW YOURSELF UP!!!! How is blowing yourself up ending the cycle?!?! It’s one of the most consistent things you do; if anything, that’s the cycle you need to put an end to.

Oh, thank god, the firelight punk is here...

You’re doing great sweetie, your hair on the other hand... Actually, you know what, I'm coming around to it. You look amazing, sweetie. I'm so proud of you.

Jinx, let your sister and Vander fall to their deaths... Let your sister fall to her death... Jinx, don’t you dare do anything brave or heroic, I raised you better than that.

DAMNIT JINX!!!!

*Nearly passes out from relief when she escapes the explosion*

Even when I’m dead, she’s still somehow the death of me.

#Arcane #Arcane Spoilers #Silco #Jinx #Silco and Jinx #Arcane Finale #Evil Dad and Chaos Daugher #the dirt under your nails

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months ago

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Could I request Gojo and his wife being all cuddly and couple-y while their in the middle of a fight?

You punch yet another cursed spirit in its presumed face and it falls down instantly before evaporating.

These guys weren’t strong. There were just a lot of them. Which was more annoying than anything. Give you one good grade 1 curse to fight all out over a horde of weaklings any day. It made you think of the riddle Satoru asked you once of ‘would you rather fight 10 80-year-olds, or 80 10-year-olds’. Sure, they were weak, but 80 10-year-olds (or grade 3s) was exhausting.

“Oy! [Y/N]-chan!” You turn to look across the ‘battlefield’, where Gojo was fighting his own batch of presumed weaklings, to find him perched on some rock in a deep lunge, calling out to you with both hands. “You’re doing great sweetie!”

You snicker a little at his comment, just as another curse tried to attack you. Only to be swatted down like its colleagues. “This is boring!” You shout back.

Gojo straightened, then seemed to almost click his heels together before appearing beside you. “Wanna dance then?”

The cheeky grin on his face sent invisible shivers down your spine. “What about your brood?”

“Eh, they’ll come over here eventually when they figure it out. Along with being weak, they seem pretty dumb.” His hand reached out to you. The large palms and long fingers sliding over yours before interlocking your fingers. “Come on. Dance with me?”

You smile at Gojo. Understanding what he was asking, and play along.

With your hands together the two of you ‘dance’ around the battlefield. Making waste of the curse spirits left & right as you twirl and spin around the floor. “You’re always so graceful, my dearest one.”

“As are you Satoru.” You giggle, as the metaphorical ashes of another curse spirit flits through your hair. It almost tickled.

“This has been fun. Dancing with you, that is. But I’d like to go home now and spend the rest of the evening together properly.” Gojo then pulled you close to him. Cheek to cheek essentially. You can’t see it from this position, but you can feel the air change drastically behind you with cursed energy. The whisper of the word ‘red’ by your ear. Then suddenly all the curse spirits were gone in a flash.

“You could have done that this whole time?” You ask Gojo when you pull back from him, but not out of his arms.

“Of course I could have.” He confirmed. “But what would have been the fun in that? We would have finished the mission in like 2 minutes and the old men would have found something else for us to do. This way, we got to spend time together. And wasting theirs.” His grin said that he was quite proud.

You hum as you think of all the things you could have been going other than this tedious chore. Still, you supposed it was nice to ‘dance’ with Gojo from time to time. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“Ooo! Let’s go get éclairs at the bakery downtown. They have a new apricot one that has apricot preserves right in the cream.”

“I thought you didn’t like apricots?” Or any fruit, for that matter.

“Well…maybe I like them more if they are in an éclair.”

You smile at him. It sounded like the perfect evening to you.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #scenarios #imagines #imagine

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hayleythesugarbowl · 1 year ago

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Hey I got a request for joey from friends

So basically you and joey are together and you just had your first child together and joey was Comfort you while you in labour and helping you and when you baby girl came you was scared to hold her and do anything with her so joey help you and you was shocked to see joey like this hope that makes sense

The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • f•r•i•e•n•d•s masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: oneshot where joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

word count: 1k

warnings: childbirth (also quick disclaimer! i have never experienced/been present during a birth so please forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

a/n: ok i actually love this idea sm so thank you for requesting it! i hope you enjoy this

quick edit!! i was going back looking through my older work (1/10 do not recommend btw 🤭 the cringe is real) and i am so sorry i didn’t explain (v/o/y/n) = variation of your name. and y’all are smart so im sure you figured it out but still just thought I’d clarify because im dumb. have a great day loves xx💋💌🍒

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This. Was. Hell.

None of the childbirth classes you had taken could have prepared you for this. You had known labor was not going to be a piece of cake, that much you could have expected.

But you hadn’t expected it to be this…well, laboring. You gripped the sides of the hospital bed as you desperately tried to push harder than you already were.

“Hey, you’re ok, just breathe,” you heard Joey’s voice from the side of your bed and you felt him as he moved behind you and began massaging your shoulders.

“I can’t do this,” you said between breaths, feeling a wave of panic. What if you couldn’t do this?

“Yes you can (Y/n), I know you can. Can you breathe for me? In, out. There you go. Now again. In, out. You’re doing great.”

And it worked. You felt significant calmer as you reached up a hand to squeeze Joey’s and he squeezed back.

Joey had been a huge help to you throughout the whole process. While you had been in the early stages of labor, he had kept you company and helped to pass the time by talking about how you were going to decorate your baby’s room and if he thought the baby was going to be a boy or a girl and even by attempting to play a very dull game of ‘I spy’ which ultimately ended when everything was either white or gray.

Now he fluffed the pillow behind you and brushed the hair from your face as you continued to push. You hoped it wouldn’t be long now, but you just had to get through this.

“Can I get you any water?” Joey asked you and when you nodded he brought over the glass from the bedside table and brought it gently to your lips, allowing you to take a sip.

You were surprised at how attentive and helpful Joey was being. You hadn’t known he would be so good in these kind of situations.

Suddenly you cried out in pain as you were brought out of your thoughts by a particularly painful contraction. Joey rushed over to stand next to you and you grabbed his hand tightly.

“Sorry,” you gasped, letting go of his hand.

“It’s ok sweetie,” he said, waving it off, “I didn’t need those bones anyways.”

You breathed out a laugh and Joey smiled at you, taking your hand again.

You let out another cry of pain.

“Just let me know what I can do, ok?” Joey said, rubbing your back.

“Be here,” you managed.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving,” he said, “I’m going to be right here by your side the whole time.”

With Joey’s help and a lot of painful hours on your part, eventually you gave a final push and the next thing you knew the doctor was holding your baby—your daughter (Joey owed you 5 bucks)—in his hands.

You laid back against the bed and Joey knelt beside you.

“You did it (Y/n), I’m so proud of you,” he said.

You watched as the doctor came over to you and reached out his arms with the baby—your baby—and all of a sudden you weren’t sure you were ready. You had just been through all this and now you weren’t sure you were ready to take this next step. What if you dropped her or she cried more than she already was or—

You didn’t know why you were so scared. You’d taken all of the classes and read all of the books and you were ready for this. Ready to be a mother. But you couldn’t make your arms reach out to grab your child. It was like you were petrified.

“Joey I can’t—”

Joey jumped up from beside your bed knowingly and gently took the baby from the doctor’s arms, expertly placing one hand behind her head and neck and the other under her bottom.

“Shh, you’re gonna be fine,” Joey soothed the baby as her cries began to cease.

He walked over towards you and knelt down beside your bed again.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. “Because you don’t have to do this before you’re ready?”

You closed your eyes and nodded, “I’m ready.”

Joey placed the baby in your arms, guiding your hands and arms to the right positions.

“There you go,” he said, “See, you’re alright.”

You began to relax as you held your daughter for the first time with Joey right beside you, and you took a moment to appreciate how amazing this all was. You had done this—you and Joey had done this.

You looked down at the baby in your arms. Your hands had begun to stop shaking and you shifted to more comfortably hold her.

“She’s beautiful,” Joey said, his voice cracking just a little, “Just like her mother.”

“I’ll give you two a moment,” the doctor said, exiting the room. The door shut and then it was just you and Joey and your new baby girl.

Joey sat on the edge of the bed next to you and you scooted over to make room for him. He gently kissed your damp forehead and brushed the hair away from your face.

“Sorry Joe, I’m probably sweaty and disgusting,” you said.

He looked you in the eyes and grew serious, “I have never seen you look more perfect.”

He looked down at his daughter in your arms. “And you, you are the most perfect baby girl in the world.”

“What are we going to name her?” You asked him, overcome with emotion. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was. How perfect all of this was, you thought as you looked down at the baby now falling asleep in your arms.

“(V/o/y/n). I think we should name her (V/o/y/n),” Joey said, taking his eyes from his daughter to your face.

“I love it,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. You paused a minute taking everything in. “We’re parents, Joey. It still doesn’t seem real.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, smiling as he putting his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently, “We’re going to be awesome parents.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Joey’s enthusiasm, even as you felt your eyes begin to get heavy with tiredness.

“And whatever comes, we’ll get through it,” Joey said. “You and me. Together.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted love have a great day!!

#joey tribbiani x reader #joey tribbiani #friends #f•r•i•e•n•d•s #friends imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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yoursjaeyun · 2 years ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Endless Love - LHS.

⋆ PART ONE > FIRST DAY l { NEXT } { MASTERLIST }

pairing: husband! dad!heeseung x f!reader

genre. pure fluff, smut, suggestive.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), unprotected sex (both receiving), boob sucking, explicit language, overuse of nicknames (such as princess, baby, baby girl etc), heavy dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy. but most of it are just fluff. please tell me if i need to add more.

a/n. this is my first time writing dad!hee shbejshs and i genuinely hope you guys like it 🤍 and tbh, i’m kinda proud of it hehe. i think this is the longest i’ve ever written before, i stayed up till 3am just to finish all of this lol it was worth it tho. i wanted to say thanks to @heetro and @excusememissiloveyou for helping me with some things, i love yall sm 🥺

"wake up sweetheart, you have school." you whisper, trying to wake your daughter up from bed as she half asleep in your arm, not letting go of the sheets.

“i don’t want to go mommy,” she whines.

“we can get ice cream after, how does that sound, baby?” a big smile plasters on her face as she excitingly gets out of bed.

you follow her out the door, seeing your husband sitting at the counter drinking his everyday coffee. heeseung spreads his arms out as his daughter came running into his embrace, smiling at the heartwarming sight.

“my princess has woken up, hm?” he said, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for school?” she shakes her head while pouting, he laughs at her adorableness.

heeseung places her on the seat beside him, waiting for whatever you were making for breakfast. “what do you want with your pancakes sweetie?” you asked, “mangos!” she yells in excitement.

you sat beside her while getting the cutting board ready. watching your every move as you slowly cut up the mango bit by bit to not get hurt.

she takes a piece, struggling to put it in her mouth. “sweetheart, thats too big, it’ll get messy. here, i’ll cut it up a bit more.” you caught heeseung smirking as you looked up, trying to hold back your laugh.

“shut it.” you mouthed, continuing to feed your daughter.

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“all ready?” heeseung smiles as his daughter’s tiny hand holds his finger, dangling the car keys while getting ready to get out of the door.

“alright, just tell your teacher if anything bad happens, okay?” bending down to tidy up her dress, sighing after.

“she’ll be fine, baby. i doubt anything is going to happen.” he reassured you. “it’s her second day, i don’t know why i’m worried.” you pout, crossing your arms, heeseung smiles at how much you represent her.

“she’s a strong girl, and you are too.” slightly leaning down to kiss your temple, feeling more relaxed at his words.

“daddy, lets go!” she whined, pulling on his hand. “i’ll be back in a bit, love.” kissing your temple once again before you went to hug her to say goodbye.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“did she go off well?” your eyes still glued on the food that you were making for later.

“she did,” he smiled softly, “and she had already made great friends.” putting the keys elsewhere before placing a peck on your lips.

“that’s good,” you exhaled in relief. “what are you making?” he asks, now towering you with his height from behind as you were mixing the subsistence. “haeun’s favourite.”

“and you’re not making my favourite?” putting his chin on your shoulder as he began to pout. slightly pushing him away while laughing. “i’ll make yours after this.” turning your head around to face him, looking down at his lips, having the urge to just kiss him right then and there, but you just gave him a small peck on the lips instead.

“i’m making her something warm after we get ice cream later.”

“i have such a good wife.” he complimented you, smiling from cheek to cheek. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting your head on his nape while melting into his touch as you both rocked side to side, placing your hands onto his.

“you’re so pretty.” complimenting you once again. gently hitting his arm, knowing you always loved his compliments. “what? am i not allowed to love you?” he laughs.

“don’t you have a meeting to take care of today?” you ask, “i called in ‘sick’, just so i can be with both of my princesses.”

“gosh, you’re so annoying.” you giggled. his aroma and warm touch making you feel more calm in his arms.

—

the first time the two of you met was at a café, you both worked there. heeseung would always stare at you, and you’d do the same but you were always too shy to do so. he’d help you with making drinks, the desserts, and almost everything. you wanted to reach out to him first, maybe even ask him to go out. but he took over. which you were so happy about because it took you over a week to even try to say ‘hi’.

you never intended for him to help you with your financial problems, but he did anyway. which you felt so bad for because you didn’t want to look like you were in there for the money. and you weren’t, you’ve always loved him, for him. and he did the same to you. look at the both of you now with a child together, while he’s the CEO of a famous company, and you own the biggest restaurant in town. along with a little café you and heeseung made before getting married, and before the pregnancy.

—

heeseung slowly slips his hands into your shirt, the cold feeling made you sigh deeply, you knew what he was going to do but you wanted to stay busy, but you have to admit, you were needy too. he began to play with your throbbing breasts, feeling yourself already soaked. “..heeseung, i’m still cooking-” he starts to place wet kisses on your neck, possibly hickeys.

he smirks, turning off the stove before lifting you up and placing you on the counter, making you yelp in surprise. admiring each other for a bit by the way he was staring at your lips while biting his own, you knew he was desperate, desperate.

it wasn’t long till your hands cupped his face as you smashed your lips onto his.

the kiss was messy, but passionate. the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. heeseungs hold on your waist tightened, helping you stabilise yourself to not lean back too much.

his plump lips working with yours, your saliva and his mixed, running down your chin, you hummed in his mouth as his hands goes under your shirt once again, roaming around your soft skin, reaching up to your back to unclasp your bra.

“heeseung..” you mumbled in between kisses, quickly breaking the kiss to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the side. and then continuing the love session.

after several moments, he grabs one pair to level it to his mouth, leaning back to give him more space. “look at what you do to me, darling.” he flattens his tongue on one nipple, swirling it around along with his saliva to work it easy. you threw your head back from the pleasure as his free hand decides to play with the other boob.

“if i suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” being the jokester he is, he asks absolutely out of nowhere. “it won’t unless you want me pregnant again. stop playing around and fuck me already.”

“bold now, are we? watch me make that happen, love.” he smirks while biting his bottom lip, rushing to unzip his jeans then taking off his boxers that his bulge was sticking out from. and while doing that, you take off your panties, sliding it off your legs to the floor. the sight of his hardened dick spring out onto his abdomen already made you dizzy.

you spread your legs out a bit further to give him space, “you’re soaked, princess.” his fingers running through your wet folds making you shiver and whine into the crook of his neck as he went closer to you, lining it up in front of your entrance, pumping it a few times first. “hee, ‘need you..” you muttered.

“i’ll make you feel good baby.” placing a kiss on your temple before pushing himself into you, your hold around his neck began to stiffen as your eyes were shut closed from how big he was.

“go faster..” you whispered under your breath, and he did. increasing his speed on every thrust he makes, your eyes easily getting hazier each time. “fuck— you’re so fucking tight.”

his grip on your waist tightened, your moans and whimpers became louder on every movement, his groans against your ear, the kitchen was filled with loud wet sounds of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen, too bothered to even think about anything else.

“shit..” he was now balls deep inside, pulling in and out of you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure with your mouth agape.

“look at you, all fucked up because of my cock. you like that, don’t you? how desperate and needy you are to carry my kids.” every filthy word he spits out making you hazy, your face turned into the most obscene expression, close to reaching your high even. but you wanted to hold back.

“fuck— yes, god fucking yes.” you moaned, “oh i’ll put a baby in you alright.” his rough thrusts increased, hitting the right spots inside you as you let out the most angelic moans against his ear, squirming under him while he tries keeping you to stay still with his hard grip on your skin.

you whine and moan with every movement of his hips, and you had no energy left, letting heeseung take over, knowing you were close as you clenched hard around him. he fastened his speed, feeling him twitch inside you, signalling he was close too.

“taking my cock like a good fucking wife you are,”

“you’re so sexy, you know that?” biting his lip while smirking— god that smirk always gets you turned on. and you still wanted to hold it, sweat was running down the side of your face as you became weaker and weaker, his thrusts and movements became more sloppier. doubting you’d even be able to walk after. “hee.. i- i’m close,” you stuttered, too tired to even talk properly.

“you can cum, sweetheart.” giving you permission, your moans and whimpers became louder, at least for your neighbours to hear. “shit- heeseung!” and you came undone all over his length.

“fucking hell—” he groaned, a heavy moan elicited out of your mouth as heeseung grabbed your naked ass hard while painting your velvety walls white with his seed. you could feel his juices mixed with yours running down your thigh.

he had no intention on pulling out, instead he picked you up to go to the bathroom to clean up as you clinged onto him with the small amount of energy you have left, he was strong enough to hold onto you tighter.

your heavy breathing quietened down bit by bit, heeseung grabbing clean clothes before helping you wipe yourself. “you okay?” he asks concerned, answering him with a quiet hum. he had never seen you this tired before whenever the two of you have sex, now feeling bad and becoming guilty.

“i’m sorry if i went too hard on you,” he apologised, he stopped his doings and stared at you worriedly. a soft chuckle left your lips as you then placed a peck on his.

“i’m okay, hee.” you finally spoke, heeseung exhaling with a ��phew’ in relief. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” continuing to help you clean up.

you nodded without hesitation. “i’m okay with it if you are. i don’t want to put you into more stress..” he looks down in slight guilt, still thinking if he ever went too hard on you. “you aren’t. and yes i’m okay with it. i trust you, okay? even with stress, i know you’re always there for me, especially since you’ve been with me through it all, and with haeun.” a bigger smile grew on his face towards your warmhearted words. realising how much he appreciated having you in his life with your daughter together.

“i love you, so much. maybe too much. way too much. but i love you forever-”

“just shut up and kiss me.” you laughed before pulling him into another deep, passionate kiss, his arms circled around your waist, pulling you in tighter, reminiscing the moment.

“i love you too, always, till the end, forever.” forehead to forehead while in deep, sweet, eye contact.

almost forgetting he’s still inside you.

“can’t believe you forgot you’re still balls deep inside me.” you giggled. “shit- i’m sorry—”

“no, lets stay like this for a while.” you say, stopping him from pulling out, hugging him firmly as he does the same to your waist, processing the generous moment.

“i hear a second round coming..” he teased, you hit him on the chest as the room was filled with laughter. “i’m kidding, don’t worry.” he smiles reassuringly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i think i’d like that.” you smirked, “a horny wife now, aren’t you?” you let out a ‘tsk’ before he dominated your lips with his once again, ending the morning with you screaming his name on your shared bed.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

after a few rounds.. yes, a few rounds. you were too worn out and exhausted, heeseung insisted on taking a rest for a while, since haeun finishes in a couple of hours.

but you had already slept, heeseung doing the same too. you swore you couldn’t even walk or stand up properly after all of that. you woke up with heeseung’s arm around your stomach while the both of you were completely naked under the covers, then immediately checking the time.

2:50

ten minutes left till haeun gets out, relieved that you weren’t late. quickly getting up to rushingly put on clothes to get ready, almost falling over from how sore your legs were. “baby?” his raspy voice awoken.

“we have to pick up haeun. get up, love.”

without saying anything else he also gets ready, laughing at the way he fell while getting out of bed. “your fault for fucking me out too much.” you chuckle, fixing your hair up into a neat bun with a claw clip.

“it was worth it anyway.” he winked, cringing at the sight. still thinking it was cute though. “okay, get dressed, i don’t want haeun to wait for too long.”

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed, doing the soldier gesture. letting out a ‘tch’ about how he was just ruing you two hours ago — now he’s acting like the bambi he is.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

you saw haeun waiting patiently outside the gate of the daycare with her hands grabbing onto the straps of her little bag on the sides, waving your arm to get her attention.

noticing you, she instantly ran to you happily. your arms spreaded out ready for a big hug. “mommy!” she screams, waddling to you. “my baby!” the second she reached your embrace, she peppered you with the smallest kisses ever, giggling at how adorable she was.

“how was your day sweetheart?” holding her tiny hand to walk back to the car. “i loved it! i have many, many friends now!” she giggled, “is that so?” she nodded, “well, i’m happy for you, darling.” you smiled softly.

heeseung popped out from the back, haeun instantly running into his arms. “daddy! i missed you!”

“i missed you too, princess,” he grinned, showering her with kisses everywhere. “daddy, it tickles.” she giggled, trying to push his face away with her small hands, laughing at the cute sight. “how did you learn to be that strong, missy?” he snickered, softly pinching her chubby cheeks.

“how was your second day?” he asks, bringing her to get buckled up in her seat. “it was good!” her eyes closing from the way she smiles. “what did mommy promise you?”

“ice cream!” she yells, throwing her hands up in the air. he smiles, kissing her forehead, “all buckled up?” she nods confidently. “good girl.”

“you know, you never called me that earlier.” you pout, crossing your arms after buckling your seatbelt.

“tonight, i promise.” he winked, and you smirked, once again cringing at the sight, but he was too hot to be cringe anyway.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“how’s your ice cream, baby girl?” he asks, feeding the strawberry flavoured ice cream to her. “yummy! and why is mommy walking like that?”

heeseung looked away to hold back from bursting out laughing.. “uhm— mommy fell earlier, but it wasn’t that bad, baby. she’ll get better soon.” tilting his head in reassurance.

“what are you guys talking about?” you talked, sitting down beside them with your plain vanilla cup of ice cream. “nothing at all-”

“daddy said you fell, is that why you’re walking like that?” at least you were strong enough to hold back your laugh, already seeing him quietly laughing on the other side.

“yes i did fall, sweetheart. but i’m okay now, so don’t worry about it,” you beamed, “we’ll talk about it later, honey.”

heeseung laughed again at your death stare,

“i hate you.” you mouthed.

“i love you more.”

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