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mrsackermannx · 11 months
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BAD DREAMS .ೃ࿐
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru
Summary: Gojo knows he shouldn’t. But when he wakes up calling out his name he can’t resist—he needs him.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings/Tags: Smut, Degradation, Rougher Sex, Face-fucking, Multiple Positions, Switch Dynamics, Mirror Sex, Feelings, Hurt/Angst, Emotional/Comfort (this is them in their early 20’s), Not Beta Read, little OOC (wrote this for some fun).
Author’s Note: I’ve never written character x character much but I got inspired and wrote this for my angels. I love the headcanon that they saw each other secretly as the years went by.
Satosugu playlist here
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Gojo Satoru’s apartment is sort of like you’d expect, endlessly and stupidly lavish but extremely cold and maybe a little empty. 
One might wander through it and see that its very interior was still waiting for someone to come home, much like the penthouse’s owner. 
The kitchen is modern and sleek, it all blends together cohesively, lights that turn on just by sensing movement. But it’s awfully large to cook in alone, it’s large enough you could envision one lover sat upon the counter with their legs swinging back and forth, whilst the other was clad in a novelty apron and stood at the stove.
A stupid one that said “kiss the chef” or something, Gojo always wanted to get Geto one of those when they moved in together one day. But it never happened.
Shoko brought him a bunch of ornate glass jars to store his candy, decoratively. But all those pretty jars lined up on the counter like that, in some kind of defensive line. They simply seemed to remind Gojo that there was no one to scold him for eating too much of it and not a real home cooked meal. 
No wonder Megumi couldn’t cook, he clearly couldn’t either. 
The large l-shaped sofa was so comfy Gojo slept on it more than his own bed, every corner of it was swimming in blankets and pillows. That way he doesn’t have to feel the empty space between him and the soft plump grey cushion. He doesn’t have to remember the chest he should have his cheek pressed against when he’s watching movies on the flat screen—alone.
Geto told him once that he hated the couch he had back home. Gojo wanted to give him all the space to breathe and be, he wanted their long legs to intertwine and enjoy the expanses of plush cushion together.
One time he even drunkenly said he’d have rather sat on milk crates, rather than his shoulders jutting into his fathers, or his mothers while he sat. He was always tall and broad, feeling like he took up too much space. He always wanted his own space although his room at Jujutsu High with Gojo felt like heaven on earth. They slotted their beds together most nights. 
The bathroom was probably the worst reminder. The shower itself was a room. Geto loved spending time just letting the water cascade down his back. Making that beautiful black hair of his heavy with water as the steam that rose danced before his spine and kissed the muscles of his back. 
The bath was large too, circular and deep enough for four people let alone two. It overlooked Tokyo, perfect for the placing of candles just beside it. Dark and slick and romantic. 
The bedroom featured a king sized bed in which the tall white haired sorcerer slept alone. 
But if the walls could speak, they’d reveal that the apartment and the owner were indeed waiting for a special someone to come home, but not in a final sense. In a sense that meant they were never finished with each other, that the bathtub had housed them both many a night, that sometimes Gojo clung to Geto as he used the stove. That most of the time they never made it to the bed, that the sofa really did do just fine.
It hadn’t even been a month, but the entire penthouse was waiting with bated breath. Tokyo’s landscape waited for the two lovers to feast their eyes upon it as they pinned one another against the glass, and as they watched at the lights of Shibuya with half-lidded eyes after, bodies entwined in the tub. 
Gojo was waiting, whether he knew it or not.
He clutched his pillow so tight the cotton burned the tips of his fingers, as he did everything to catch up to the person who was slipping from his fingers in his mind. “Suguru, don't! Please, just—don't leave me, you promised me,” he blurted out, his voice small.
It was always the same rotten dream, though it was because these feelings never went away. The emptiness never ceased, Gojo put black holes through curses without even blinking, whilst the black hole where his heart used to be enabled him to be as apathetic as was socially acceptable. 
Not that this applied to his beloved students, or even Nanami, either and especially not his first love. If anything it applied the most to himself. 
He tried to run but his legs were captured by low-level curses, they wound around his calves until the blood there ceased to flow. Until he fell and his teeth took the blow as they crashed into the concrete. He could make out wisps of long black hair, the familiar shuffle of Geto’s walk, the way his fists bunched at his sides. They bunched like that that day too.
Gojo always teased him about it when they were teenagers, it always ended up with Geto setting of Jujutsu High’s barrier with his cursed energy. Years later it also ended with Gojo pinning Geto to his bed, his smirk ghosting Geto’s lips. “Don't hide anything from me, Suguru. You don't need to—ever.”
He jolted out of his nightmare so quickly he instinctively shot out his arms to clutch the one person who could comfort him. But he wasn't there.
Instead he clutched the pillow to his chest, wincing at the familiar roughness of the cotton. Geto always told him to switch to silk, his hair would stop sticking up so much, he told him.
He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing down the strands and stroking his undercut just like Geto used to. “This—again.” He exhaled deeply, “No one knows about this but you,” he spoke softly to the darkness.
“No one knows about us either.” 
He caved in minutes. The false bottom of his nightstand drawer clattering as he groggily searched for the second phone he kept there. He held his breath as he turned it on and dialled the one and only contact.
It only needed to ring twice before the silky voice that crackled through the receiver sent shivers down his spine. He imagined this was what it felt like to call home, until Geto he never knew. 
“Dreamt of me, didn’t you, Satoru?”
He squeezed the deflated pillow in his lap. Geto always made his name sound like something so holy and special. He sighed in defeat, "Just—come."
“Okay. But first, you’re gonna tell me the part of me you’re craving the most?'
Following his obnoxious huff he opened his mouth to speak but Geto knew better, “No, no pointless ranting about the semantics. You know what I mean, don't you? You called me which means you want me, right now."
Gojo doesn’t bite his tongue like this with anyone else, instead he carefully nods in the dark. “That much is obvious, Suguru.”
Suguru swallowed at the suggestive lilt that overtook Gojo’s voice, his teeth burying into his lower lip. He inhaled so deeply it sounded like he was biting back a moan. Gojo grew hard in seconds. 
“So, my mind? My body? My soul? My touch?”
Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose, phone tucked between his shoulder as he gazed at the city before his window. “I didn't call for a philosophical conversation. I called to fuck, Suguru,” he bit, snappy as his cock throbbed in his baggy sweats. 
Geto clicked his tongue, “You still can't get off without me, huh?" He chuckled, a little mirthless. “Can’t, can you?”
He didn't need reminding.
“You…you know I can't,” he hissed. 
Geto’s eyes flickered shut, his head reclined against his pillow, imagining Gojo on his cock, perfect like he always was. He couldn't fuck anyone else, either. They were both cursed.
“Suguru?”
“Mm, yeah. I’m coming, okay." His voice was impossibly soft. Sending a lovesick herd of butterflies to attack Gojo’s usually composed stomach. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Okay,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat. “I won’t.”
He laughed, his voice sweeter than sugar. “I know you won’t, I’ll see you soon, okay?" 
Gojo tsked at the fact he could hear Geto smiling, he didn't even need to see it. “Okay.”  
He showered, and then turned the lights down through the apartment so they wouldn’t be in complete darkness. Like they were a normal couple and not two lovers sneaking around behind closed doors. Just like in the beginning of all of this when they were too afraid to even touch each other again.
It feels like hours pass as he stares up at his ceiling, but it’s barely been one before Geto is knocking softly at his door. 
As soon as he opens it, Geto’s presence overwhelms his own, telling Gojo all he needs to know about where the night is going.
He’s barely cocked his brow before Geto murmurs, “Yeah? I need you too, did you forget?” 
He closes the door with a soft click, one large hand handling the sharp yet soft lines of Satoru’s pretty jaw. His lips work to slow Gojo down, to disarm him, to allow him to melt into his mouth like a soft centred candy.
“That's it,” Geto hums when he finally does, Gojo’s hands no longer clenched but wrapping loosely in Geto’s hair. “Let’s get you off the door, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Gojo whimpers softly, letting Geto push him down onto the couch. His hands scour every part of Gojo’s chest and torso like a sculptor admiring his work. 
Then he grips his waist and pulls him in, kissing him like it's the first time in forever. It leaves them both breathless. When he pulls away he smoothes away the frown on Gojo’s lips with his thumb.
“Stop thinking,” Geto pants, “You don't need to when I'm here. I’m gonna give you what you want, yeah?”
He trails his finger down Gojo’s bare chest, kissing along his throat and teasing his teeth against his pulse point until he hisses. “Just wanna appreciate what’s in front of me a little,” Geto whispers, voice pitched dangerously low.
His fingers reach Gojo’s the throbbing erection visible in his sweatpants, his breath hitches until he inevitably moans out Geto’s name, breathy and needy. Geto daintily takes his chin between two fingers, smiling against his mouth. “I’m here to give you what you clearly need.”
“Shut up," Gojo rasps, tugging off Geto’s sweater and lurching to press his lips everywhere he can reach. His eyes flutter shut when he finally makes work of tugging all of Geto’s hair loose. The long feathery hair falls around his face and cages him in, tickling his throat. Geto laughs as he tries to bat it away, but his mouth goes dry when he sees the way his cerulean eyes are shining at him.
The sensation is so familiar—so like home it makes Gojo’s eyes prickle with tears. “Suguru,” he whispers, leaning close for a kiss. Geto indulges him immediately, their arms wrapping around each other, impossibly tight. “I wanted to see you,” he mewls.
Geto bucks his hips against Gojo’s experimentally, rutting his erection against Gojo’s until they break their kiss and Gojo’s tugging down both of their waistbands. He grins at the sight as he makes work of their pants.
 “What am I gonna do with you, huh? Not even a month and you’re this desperate.”
Gojo laughs, deep and elated. High on whatever Suguru’s saliva is made of. “Don’t act like you’ve ever ignored my call, Sugu,” he coos, grinning. 
Geto quickly closes the space, sliding his thumb into Gojo’s mouth. Shifting his hair to kiss his temple when he sucks obediently. “I won't, because I know I can't, Satoru.”
Gojo grins, continuing to tug away the clothing obstructing the access they want to each other the most. Geto cups his cheek as he does so, his eyes are tender but his voice is laid bare, filled with thick unfiltered lust. “Face of an angel, mouth of a I don't even know what…unfair is what it is,” he whispers.
“Unfair that I can't get enough of you, Satoru. No matter how much I try.” He sighs, “I was about to call you myself, tonight.”
Gojo smirks, throwing aside their remaining clothing. “Liar.” 
He switches their positions, and makes his way down Geto’s centre, kissing and licking without breaking from his eyes. “I’ll teach you something, about lying to me.” 
“Yeah, yeah. Go on then pretty thing,” Geto coos, watching Gojo’s cheeks flush violently at his words.
“Don’t act like I can’t take you, I am stronger, y’know.” He kisses and nips until Geto’s hands finally lay to rest at the nape of his neck. 
“I know you can take me. I’ve seen it. Not that it ever gets old. So give in and do what you’re dying to do.”
Gojo blushes even more ferociously, gripping the thick base of him. His tongue eagerly catches the sweet beads of arousal racing along the veins. Geto’s cock was so long and thick that only 
Gojo’s large hands managed to dwarf it.
He worked on him, carefully, licking and sucking and kissing on his cock, Geto cooed praises to him when he finally took him in his mouth. Gojo always managed to take his entire length, he was the best after all.
“Fuck Satoru, let me fuck you—dying to fuck you. Don’t let me cum!” He moaned, pulling Gojo’s mouth off his cock and delighting in the lewd strings of arousal and spit that broke and shone against his chin. 
“Already?”
“Satoru, you have no idea how fucking hot you look sucking me like that, it’s dangerous,” he purred, tugging him close. “You take it all like the good boy you really are.”
You’re nothing like me.
Gojo nodded, completely entranced and holding onto every word. Caging Geto below him with a lazy smile on his lips. This brief window was always so dangerous, the moment when Satoru’s eyes were glassy and half-lidded from arousal.
Their laughs rang through the apartment as they tripped over each other scrambling to Gojo’s bedroom. Grabbing for lube whilst their tongues practically probed the back of the others throats. 
It’s a quick working and arranging of their bodies, learnt and done so many times before.
It’s almost primal. The way Geto grunts, and Gojo moans just seconds behind, hips pulled up and arched impossibly. Geto’s large handprints leave indelible marks as he pumps his thick fingers in and out until Gojo’s whimpering incomprehensible nonsense. 
“Sugu, I’m ready, just fuckin~now, need it. Fuck me.” 
Geto tilts his face just to press a fond kiss to his forehead, pushing the hair out of his eyes just so he can enjoy every inch of his face. “I’m so lucky to get you like this, don’t think I don't know it.”
He presses another kiss to his cheek and he moans this time, simultaneously pressing the tip of himself at his entrance. “Make it up to me by fucking me,” Gojo chuckles, soon groaning at the stretch.
“God—fuck, you feel so good,” he drawls, turning to kiss Geto himself.
“Does it hurt?” Geto stammers, his voice too shaky to even speak. 
“No!”
Geto starts to move, rolling his hips as he sets a steady pace. “Y’know why? Because I’d never hurt you, Satoru.”
“Don’t,” he moans back, fists twisting the sheets under him as drool pools down the corners of his mouth. “Don’t, Sugu.”
“Y’know why?” He kisses his nape, fucking him even harder, his tip nudging that spot deliciously.
“Stop, Sugu,” he whimpers.
He drives himself deeper, gripping Gojo’s waist so much harder that he growls, “Stop this?”
“No, but, don’t.”
“I won’t, because I—I love you.”
It’s magical how Gojo comes all over the sheets from the words. Just like that. 
Geto stops, his cheeks burning so badly he hides his face with the back of his hand. Gojo shoves his face into his pillow, refusing to meet his eyes. 
He grins at the red tips of Gojo’s ears, grinding his hips against his until he moans once more. Passionate and loving. “That's what you needed to hear to feel good, Satoru? That I love you, because I do. I really do, you feel that, yeah?”
Gojo’s incapable of words, he can't think. He can’t even talk when Geto is fucking him like this. 
Geto moans, his lips against the shell of Gojo’s air as he threads their hands together. “I've always loved you, no one loves you like I do.” 
“No one ever has,” Gojo hisses. “But you, but you…” 
You just had to betray me.
“Next time m’ gonna fuck you till you cry for what you just—did!”
Geto grips the base of Gojo’s cock, jerking as he fills him impossibly full, until he touches the spot again that has tears of pleasure streaming down Gojo’s cheeks.
“Who’s crying now?”
He suddenly pulls out, missing the garbled sounds of his white-haired lover he tugs him, manhandling him until he’s pliant and on his lap like a tamed cat. “Watch yourself, or me. Watch me make the strongest crumble, give yourself to me Satoru.”
“I already give you everything,” Gojo groans, his hips quickly meeting Geto’s thrusts. 
“Give yourself to me until there's nothing left.”
Gojo doesn't even recognise himself, so he hides his erotic expressions in Geto’s neck, kissing and biting as Geto thrusts inside him until he’s shooting his cum all over the mirror this time.
Geto’s hands just look so perfectly placed when they’re tightened on his waist and pulling him off and on his cock like this. 
“Let it out, let it out. You’ve always been insatiable huh? How much more do you have in you? I know I could fuck you all night and you’d still want more.”
“I fucking hate you,” Gojo groans, repositioning them both so he can ride him. Geto moans as he watches Gojo eagerly stuff him back inside in their reflection.
“So you think you can face me?” Geto grins, cupping the backs of his thighs and fucking him even harder. Gojo can't even keep his eyes open, his lips parted, his cheeks no longer pink but instead replaced with an aggressive red. 
“No one takes me like you, Satoru. Always so fucking good for me, so perfect. You were made for me.”
We were made for each other.
Gojo fights back his moans until he can’t, not when Geto is saying all of the things that make him tick. “I was,” he whines back. “Wasn’t I?”
“You feel so fuckin good on my cock, no one feels like you, fuuck.” His voice cracks, his teeth drawing blood from his lower lip. “I’m gonna cum in you, fuck!”
“Sugu!” 
“Toru! My, my, my—love.” He shakes, groaning with his lips messily clashing with Gojo’s as he fills him deep.
Gojo whimpers into the corner of his mouth, the pet name making his entire body burn. “My love, my one and only. Satoru I wish, I wish…”
He’s breathless and spent but he’s pinning Gojo down again. Pushing him until his back meets his pillows as he slides in again. “I love you, Satoru. Tell me. Tell me you love me too.”
Gojo’s eyes well up, his teeth gritting as Geto fucks them both into overstimulation. “I won’t, I won't, don't you dare. Can’t ask me that.”
“No,” Geto leans in until their noses are touching, 
his hair caging Gojo in, luring him under his siren-like spell.
“Tell me, you used to tell me all the time.” 
“I used to say a lot of things.” Gojo moans, kissing him fiercely. “But I won’t say that, Sugu.”
“Then I’ll never see you again.” 
He yanks Gojo upright until he’s straddling him once more, gripping his hips in place and pounding into him until he falls wordlessly into his chest. Clawing and moaning from the overload of pleasure. “Fuck you, saying that shit,” he groans. “And then fucking me like this.” 
“You like to be fucked like this, you fucking slut.”
Gojo silences his obscene sounds into Geto’s shoulder. Moaning even more when Geto chuckles at how much of a mess he’s become.
“Give and take, we’ve always been give and take. You can fuck me like this next time, I’ll be anything and everything for you whenever you want. Just say it.”
“I can’t!”
Gojo can’t take this anymore, it’s too much, it all feels too good. He overpowers Geto with little effort, but Geto lets him do it anyway.
He shoves him onto the floor, and grips his cock, his smirk mischievous when Geto readies his tongue for it. He lets him slap it against his mouth before he finally takes it. Grinning around his cock as he takes the entire length of it.
“There’s the real Suguru, the exemplary student. The good boy who’s about to shut up and suck me.”
Despite his harsh tone he cups Geto’s face, ignoring the way his chest is heaving and still clawing for breath. No one makes his heart beat like this. He hates how he finds his heart going into a frenzy at anyone with long black hair until he realises it's not his precious Suguru. Not that he'd even tell him that.
“You always did look better with my cock down your throat.”
Geto hums amusedly, choking on Gojo’s cock as he does so.
“I know you love it too, helps you remember your place, doesn’t it? Thats it, fuck!” 
He grips Geto’s hair with abandon, fucking his face until ropes of his come spurt down his throat. “Take it all, had to shut you the fuck up, l hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”
As soon as his breaths calm, Geto pins the cocky man below him once more. He has other plans. He straddles his chest, thumb running across his lip. He’s breathless too, voice spent from being fucked so mercilessly. 
“Could have tapped out,” Gojo speaks softly, that raptured submission returning as he gazes in awe at the beautiful man above him.
He coughs before he speaks, “I’d never do that, but you are going to pay for it. This pretty face will, anyway.” He slaps his cheek gently before he starts to jerk himself above his face. 
Gojo tries to feign frustration but he's turned on beyond belief, cock hard again. It’s so filthy, but it always was, they only ever did this when they were drunk or so horny for each other it turned them into animals.
Geto always touched himself so beautifully, so erotically. 
“Because I love seeing your perfect fucking face, painted with my cum. Makes you remember your place.” 
Gojo’s hands smoothed along his thighs, in wordless appreciation for the beauty before him.
“That the only man to do this will only ever be me, your one and only, yeah?”
His breath stutters as his orgasm approaches. Gojo finally nods, mouthing a feeble ‘I love you’ before offering his tongue. He groans as Geto’s come practically drowns him and soaks his tongue.
Gojo tries to swallow every drop, but before he knows it Geto’s dragging him toward the damned mirror again. He attempts to fight his grasp for a matter of seconds but he gives up, he doesn't care anymore. 
“The fucking strongest belongs to me. The only one that can handle you—is me. Look at yourself.”
He knows he's right even if he hates it.
“You see us? We’re yin, and yang. Me and you, we’re perfect together,” Geto pants, shifting the hair from Gojo’s eyes as if to emphasise his point, his own hair falling over Gojo’s shoulders.
The city lights shine through Gojo’s white hair, and over Geto’s illuminating the thick black silk falling over his shoulders 
“You’re mine, Satoru, and I love you. I will forever.”
Gojo cocks his brow but he leans closer, “You’re so vocal today, the good sex got you this sentimental.” He sighs, his grin full of play. “Might have to kick you out man.”
They find themselves wrestling until Geto is kissing Gojo’s forehead once more, his arms pinned and a stupid lovesick grin on his face.
“Listen, okay? I told you, I was about to call you too tonight. I missed you.”
Gojo laughs softly, leaning up to press a kiss to Geto’s cheek before speaking into his ear, “God, you’re embarrassing, aren’t ya?”
Geto glares at him before giving in. He pulls Gojo against his chest, grinning when he doesn’t resist. He curls around him like a cat, and Geto wraps them into a cocoon of blankets. 
Gojo falls asleep, fast. White lashes fluttering ever so often, lulled by the warmth and safety of Geto’s embrace. “Please don’t leave me,” he mutters, twitching in some kind of bad dream. 
Geto leans and kisses his nose, reaching for his phone to send a text home. 
Won’t be home for a few days. Only call if it’s an emergency.
“I wish I didnt ever have to, my love.” he nuzzles himself into Gojo’s neck and kisses, sucking until he whines in his sleep. He grins against the mark that flushes in its wake and he squeezes him that little bit tighter until Gojo can't help but whimper softly, even in his deep sleep. 
And then finally, he mutters the words. “Suguruu? Finally,” his mouth forms a little smile, “welcome home…I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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9haharharley1 · 5 months
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[Hi hello its Ectoplasmicsodaaaaa]
Okay but that accidental first kiss prompt for pompep or blackice would be CHEF KISS
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Pompep it is!
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Attending a college Halloween party hadn't been a bad idea at the time. With the exception of that one terrible time his freshman year, Danny had never been to a real party. He wasn't sure if this one even really counted since it was hosted by the college and not some random student ready to get all the co-eds drunk.
Maybe that was why he decided to go.
It felt awkward to go without Sam and Tucker there to back him up, what with his best friends being split all over the country. He didn't even have Jazz to call and come save him if he decided he wasn't having fun, but on the plus side, his dorm was just out the door and around the corner, so really what had been the harm?
Danny pulled up his big boy pants, whipped up a quick costume, and was out the door.
It wasn't much to look at - just some black pants with a cotton ball pinned to the back to mimic a tail, a V-neck long sleeve shirt, and a black and white half-mask that exposed the lower have of his face from the nose down, molded in the shape of a goat's head, with two horns jutting out the sides. He had arranged his hair to tastefully fall in front of the mask, and when he looked in the mirror he didn't hate what he saw. So with a shrug and a steadying breath, Danny attended his first college party.
It was set up in the dining hall, the doors flung open to let attendees roam in and out to enjoy the nice weather - shockingly not too cold this time of year; not that cold weather bothered Danny at all these days. The punch had already been spiked, there were couples making out in the dark corners of the building. Snacks and finger foods had been set up around the punch bowl, and there was a food truck loitering outside next to a snow-cone truck. He could smell weed in the air and briefly entertained the idea of attaining some for himself as he bought a snow-cone.
He was interrupted from this thought by a warmth at his side.
"Enjoying the party?" came a smooth voice over his shoulder, and Danny jumped, whipping his head around to see a man standing barely a foot away. He was taller than Danny, dressed in all black, with a ram's head mask of black and glitter covering his face, the horns curling over silver hair. His goatee and pale skin stood put against so much black.
He cut a handsome figure in the dark.
Danny just shrugged at him. "I guess?" he said, taking a bite of his snowcone. "I just got here."
"Not a party person then?"
"Not really," Danny admitted. He took a seat on the nearby bench, surprised to see the man follow him and take a seat as well. "I've never really fit in enough for parties."
The man hummed. "I wouldn't say it's much of a party anyway. Have you tried the punch yet? Somone decided it would be a good idea to spike it with cheap vodka." His lips twisted into a grimace.
Danny laughed. "We're all broke college students, what did you expect?"
"I expected one of you to at least spring for Tito's," the man grumbled. Danny laughed again, but mulled over the man's words.
"So you're not a student here, are you?" he asked. He took another bite of his flavored ice.
"I use to be," he answered. "Now I'm just a... dedicated alumni." He looked down at Danny, a respectful foot away, but radiating enough heat that he may as well be sitting closer. Danny shivered. "And you? You're a student, correct?"
"Yeah." Danny nodded. The man's eyes were a deep blue, dark as the night around them. Danny could get lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.
"What's your major?" The man's voice was so charming and silky, Danny almost felt bad for how he blushed over it.
"Oh! Uh... physics and astronomy."
"A fellow scientist, then." The man's lips curled into a small smirk, and Danny may have felt his heart skip a beat. Why was this guy talking to him?! He could be chatting up literally anyone on campus, age be damned, and take them home no questions asked! Why was he choosing to talk to Danny? "A man after my own heart."
Danny's breath came out in a shaky exhale.
He lowered his snowcone, bringing one leg up under him as he turned to face this handsome stranger. His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Okay, Mr. Darcy. Are you flirting with me?"
The man's smirk widened further, half-turning to Danny with an arm thrown over the back of the bench, a leg coming up to cross over the other. His other hand fell to his lap as he leaned in closer.
"Depends," he said, and Danny's cheeks felt like they were on fire, "is it working?"
"Considering I wouldn't call it very good flirting," Danny muttered back, glancing away, "...yeah. It is."
The hand on the back of the bench rose, warm fingers grazing Danny's chin. "Then maybe you'll let me see your face." There was heat in dark eye, and Danny felt caught in their flames. "I'm sure those pretty eyes are even prettier without the mask."
Even as desire and heat settled in Danny's belly, Danny couldn't help but smirk, only slightly rueful. "Nah." He pulled his head away from the hot touch. "I'm not that much of a looker." He stood with his snowcone, brushing off the seat of his pants. "Maybe go find another co-ed to schmooze. I'm sure someone here is up to your standards."
Danny didn't see the way blue eyes darkened, didn't see how the man scowled at the self-deprecating words. He took a step away, fully intending on tossing his remaining flavored ice and heading back to his dorm. He wasn't in the mood to flirt with handsome older gentlemen who only wanted one night and never again.
He took a step away, but a near burning hand on his wrist stopped him back.
"Daniel"-
He barely registered his own name on a stranger's tongue before he was spun, tripping over his feet and loosing balance on a clump of grass. The older man was sat forward on the bench to stop him from walking off, hand on his wrist, but Danny yelped as he fell against him, catching himself with his free hand on a broad shoulder and a knee banged painfully into the hard plastic of the bench.
Neither of those two things mattered however.
What mattered, was the loud sound of their masks clacking loudly together in the night. What mattered was the wide blue eyes staring at him, nearly crossed from how close they were. What mattered was the fluttering in his heart, the lump in his throat, the heat in his belly as lips, soft and wet and near scalding pressed to his own as Danny stared wide-eyed at the man now practically under him. Those dark eyes fell half-shut as Danny pulled away barely an inch, eyes wide, as those deep blues bled red with barely surpressed emotion.
Danny tried to keep the panic out of his voice as he whispered, breath icy cold against hot lips, "...Vlad?"
His voice sounded so small even to his own ears, and Vlad's eyes darkened further. "I will give you a million dollars if you stay right here," Vlad said, heat and promise masking the desperation in his voice. Danny's breathing picked up.
He shoved away from the older man, Vlad falling back into the bench as Danny phased through his hold. His snow-cone had long been abandoned to the ground, and before Vlad could reach out to him, Danny was gone, invisible in an instant, and nearly three seconds later, fighting back panicked tears in the safety of his dorm, his hand shaking as he held it over his mouth.
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spopsalt · 1 day
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May I recommend “the good place” it’s a fantasy comedy drama that start with Elenor dying and being sent to “the good place” She realizes, however, she was sent there by mistake and must hide her morally imperfect past behavior and by doing so becomes a better person.
It explores what it mean to be a good person and how complex it can be it also talk about the hypocrisy of haven high standards. Its is seriously sush a good show it literally change the way I think and the twist at the end of first seasons is juts chef kiss.
That actually sounds really interesting! I've been busy with alot of stuff lately (Volunteer work, college assignments) but I'll see if I can check it out when I've got free time, thanks for the suggestion!
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Magnum P.I. 4.19 - The Long Sleep review
So yeah.
We be canon now.
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(At least spoken feels be canon.)
I am still shook. And I’m pretty sure next week is either going to be the most amazing episode ever or it will kill me. 
Or both. Quite possibly both.
Before we go into the main case and the Miggy... let me just say how adorable this episode was over all and just the big Ohana vibes. 
Cabe and TC just -chef’s kiss on everything.
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(Seriously, can TC adopt me?)
Rick and Suzy at the end, her craving pickles (which you know a little cliche but still so funny) and being all “we gonna be good at this” and even the case-guy feeling like maybe his granddad’s would have wanted him to seek more adventure and Kumu being all “a good quiet life is what most people want” and maybe the guy realizing that but also maybe wanting a bit more adventure.  Just all around the wholesome and heartwarming experience I want when I put on a Magnum PI episode. 
(Side note: Saw the newest Fantastical Beast movie. I’m not sure what I think about it at all but I do know it was a mess, even if it did have some sprinkles of the Harry Potter magic just because IDK? Hogwarts? But the reptile horse was super cute and I still find Newt adorable as heck. Also Nifflers are the best.)
Case - memory loss, blood and diamonds and a dead long lost grandfather 
I feel like premises / plot of like a bunch of 80/90s spy/heist movies, but cute and adapted for TV! In a good way.
This guy was clearly in trouble from the second this woman came over to talk to him. Like the warning bells were going off big time. And yes, at the end of the ep. she does try to gut him while he’s still alive and kicking...
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The gutting him alive is so weird and crazy to me. Because there is one thing to drug one guy and shoot another to try to steal (back) a diamond her dad helped steal (I guess), another to start rooting around in a guy’s intestines. Like come on, just buy the guy some prune juice and let nature takes its course?? Work smarter - not bloodier! 
But you know, guess there was a time crunch and for the end of the ep we had to have a dramatic near death/rescue scene, so I forgive them! 
So yeah, case was fine, I like the wacky ones and we had our babies working together with no fuss or muss. 
(Which is what I want to see in season 5 especially if we get canon Miggy soon. We can have Miggy and still have Magnum and Higgins investigations! They can still bicker even if they’re dating! Come on, people bicker more when they’re together, even! It’s jut s a good reason for more banter!)
I really was more invested in Magnum and Higgins and Cade/TC/Grandma plot, but the case-guy (was his name Greg? I feel like it was) was weirdly sympathetic and I liked the fact that this was a good case of ‘need a PI not the cops’ and that they didn’t involve HPD until they needed to. Lia was back and I do hope she’s there for the finale also. It be funny if there was the exact flipped Cole scenario with Juliet being ready to ask Magnum out and he’s all “meeting Lia in five, what can I do for you” (but it’s obviously case related but could be fun. Which by I mean, torture. But the fun kind.)
Now onto the Miggy...
You could buy a decent used car for that price!
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(So I’m not sure what Magnum deems ‘a decent car’, but yes, agree, strollers are ridiculously expensive.)
Other than the weirdly long intro with the guy/future client at the bar, we starting the episode of strong with Rick and Magnum looking at strollers and being hilarious - quickly taking us to a full on Magnum confession of feelings which gets the “Gad finally, you were like the last to know” thing from Rick! I cannot believe he actually went “we have a texting thread about you guys“ - that is just... well it prove Rick, TC and Kumu are basically us (the viewers)!!! We had some of this from the sneak peek but the full thing was much better.
So that’s Magnum admitting not only to himself but to Rick that he has feelings for Juliet. I was like My God! What is happening? This can’t be happening! Now we’re sure to get the episode ending with Juliet going on her stupid picnic with Cole!
Is that what we get?
NO!
What do you want Juliet?
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No. We get Juliet visiting our favorite head-doctor and doing basically the same thing. Just while being more freaked.
So while Magnum’s confession of having feelings for Juliet at the start was very nice, he’s clearly been thinking it over since coming to this realization in the last episode (so possibly a week or two yeah?) He basically just wanted to tell Rick so he’d get a little push to go ask Juliet out. Magnum got himself sort of figured out and wants to act.
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Juliet? Our little baby Juliet? Well, she not so sure. 
But her telling Dr. Ogawa “I can't have magnum -of all people- on my mind all the time” and “I can’t risk it” and ‘what if he won’t ask again?what if I closed the door’ etc, that was her genuinely being in that very confused state emotional. Yet, part of her must have known that she too would get that push to face her feelings, as her doc is a total shipper! But she was much more torn and I just enjoyed that scene tremendously. Not even minding the episode ending on the question of what do you want Juliet? because the answer is obvious!
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(Also, I will forever love the “...the idea of spending the day with Magnum was more appealing than a picnic with Cole...” bit. Like, well, duh, of course it is. And how Perdie always does this thing when she’s at the Ogawa’s office where she is just awkward like because for Higgy this would be so awkward. Not sure what it is, like her whole body is just screaming don’t want to be here somehow. Actors are cool.)
So you’re saying you just didn’t have any better options?
So the two Miggy scenes we actually get is firstly him asking her out and Cole’s stupid picnic getting in the way. (Though can we just talk about how sweet him just watching her with a longing look and sigh in the wine cellar was? I NEED gifs)
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(Also this top - I have on super similar to it from H&M! I imagine hers is more fancy and she def. looks better in it. Still, fun!)
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Then in the car with her asking, well, why he asked her to hang out.
Leading to Magnum being all “well TC was doing this with Cade and Rick was baby shopping-” and she purposely misunderstands and goes with the whole “so I was your last option?” because at this point, she’s been thinking about it the whole day. And she is both scared and hoping that he did asked her out. 
And when Higgy is hopeful or scared, she goes for sarcastic.
Then he goes “no, no that’s not what I meant” and she’s happy. Because that means he did ask because he wanted to just spend the day with her.
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But she’s also scared. Still, I’m glad she says ‘I’m kidding’ even with that I loved that he’s trying to explain it while going ‘dang that came out wrong what do say?’.
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 Also I think if the phone call hadn’t come in... his explanation would have gone something like “No, but them spending time with the people that make them happy, I realized I wanted to spend time with the person who makes me happy too.” Or maybe that’s just some wishful thinking on my part...
What does this mean?
While my Miggy heart is so happy... tad bit nervous at this, because Jay always said we’d get Miggy - but only for the last episode. That the show would be over once they got together. (Then again, Jay isn’t writing the show, so the Magnum Higgins relationship development is not really up to him, now is it?)
Question is, is that what we’re getting next week?
I think it almost have to be. Why else have the both of them sort of come to term, or state their feelings so clearly, in the very same episode? If they did not have something specific planed for next week I’m not sure why they would do that.
So either 4.20 is the series finale and they knew and decided to give Miggy their HEA as it ends (which I don’t think as we keep getting ‘season finale’ on promos and stuff + because rating be real good for a Friday night show) or perhaps they’ve been told season 5 will be their last one and are setting up their final endgame well in advance? 
So maybe season 4 will end with a our long awaited (real) Miggy kiss 
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(thought this one still haunts me)
and the early season 5 will be them figuring themselves out and we get something dramatic closer to the end and the god damned proposal (at pillbox? because currently that is all we can think about...or you know, while arguing in the Ferrari or during a shoot out. I’d be good with that too). 
In fact, I feel like we need that engagement/wedding story-line because we got both Juliet’s engagement to Richard which ended with him dead, Magnum��s to Hannah which ended when she betrayed him and then the Magnum and Higgins’ faux wedding! So a real wedding or at least them getting engaged at the end of season 5 that feels like it would take things full circle somehow.
4.20 thoughts
Just watched the promo for 4.20, and I do think they’re teasing us with the whole “Magnum, I need to tell you something” I don’t think it’s feelings related. I mean this balcony is a very random place and I don’t think that’s how either one of them would do it. It also has a very weird and kind of depressing lighting about it, like end of the world vibes big time.
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I just think this conversation is going to turn out to be case related or something. But they both look very tense, and expectant but really they can make promos seem like anything and everything is going down. 
Then again, if something serious is about to happen - which, it is the season finale so totally possible - maybe she’d want to say something before he goes undercover or throws himself into danger? Not sure. 
Or she will tell him and he’ll smile all ‘omg I can’t believe she beat me to it’ and she’ll misunderstand his smile or silence and someone will come interrupt that they have to go on the mission and then we get their reunion and he’ll be about what you said before ‘I feel the same way’ and we get a kiss on the beach or whatever and it’s ever so romantic and yes, my Miggy colored glasses are turning Magnum PI into a romantic comedy. But our babies deserve to be happy!
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(Or this one where she goes to knock on his door could be feelings. But a call from Gordon will come interrupt her before she can say anything and then we maybe have it through the episode. It could be kind of funny with like they’re both trying to figure out how to admit it to the other one and they both keep getting interrupted!!)
At the same time, for all we know, she could be telling him that her dad just died and she has to leave to go to England for the summer to bury him or something. That would be on par with the past few season... (But please, dear god, let it not be that!!!)
Anyhow, as it’s going to be the last ep. for a good long while, I’m torn between utter excitement, fear and sadness. But with the last few episodes having been so good and the Miggy, I’m mostly excited though! 
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STOP BC THIS PART HAD ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT ((btw i am the anon who did this ask:
https://at.tumblr.com/neteyamsilly/tbh-i-read-pt-3-and-just-started-crying-like-holy/vbqp1w0sq1md
and if you are wondering if i am going to be doing more analysis why yes, yes i am 🫠))
FIRST OF ALL,, how dare you?? how dare you put this happy childhood scene in the very beginning and show how reader is basically his favourite and he loves her and then immediately go to the angst of her actually bleeding out DYING? that actually hurt my feelings even more?? why would you lull me into a false sense of security like that???
ALSO, I love how you had neteyam being the first to jump in and help, as well as wanting to stay by the tent to wait to hear the news about her. Like, yes she is his younger sister but he is her only older brother. As a fellow second born child this bond is just *chefs kiss* bc while the two of them take care of the others, NETEYAM is the only one of her siblings that SHE specifically turns to for comfort and help, and him in turn since they understand each other as the eldest two.
I also somehow cried even harder at the mention of Stxel’eveng bc?? Neytiri she loves her daughter and would do anything for her, but even mentioning Stxel’eveng shows how -- to protect her daughter and make sure she is happy moving forward -- neytiri is willing to let her child go. and when she says she cannot bear the shame i really thought it was just about the gifting, but i think moreso it is Jake's actions towards their children driving this decision, which leads to the horrifying thought of "if tsahik doesn't think us worthy of this child, what about our others"
AND I SAW THAT YOU ADDED TORUK'S COLORS TO HER IKRAN AND YOUR POST ABOUT IT AND I RAISE YOU THIS: While yes she was trying to emulate her father and be anything close to his greatness to get him to See her, he was also the last thing she heard, while she tried to search out the one accomplishment she wanted him to be proud of :D
Also the fact that you are having Jake be the one to try and convince her to come back? This part isn't an analysis but I imagine Neytiri as her face crumples, then her ears fall back against her head and she is so sad and sounds so broken when she goes "she will not want to"
and when Jake does finally manage to go see her at the tree of souls, she is at the stream where their family spent so many days -- and she is a child again, so small as she plays on the banks of the water. He crouches next to her and she looks up to him and smiles, but when he asks her to come home her smile drops. In the blink of an eye she is back to her true age. She is standing now, facing him off, hands clenched at her sides and chin jutted out in defiance. She is trying to look big but she is still a child, not as young but still so small and barely taller than him in this position as he tries to reach for her. But she backs away from him, stepping into the water and continuing until she is smack dab in the middle of the stream. and she asks him, her face stony but her voice trembling, "Why?"
anywho that's all i have to say about the new chapter!! Amazing amazing work as always babes 🫶🏻
WELCOME BACK WITH EVEN MORE HURT HHHHHHHHH anon what do i call you 😭😭😭😭
how dare i: ITS WHAT I DOOOOOOOOOO otherwise why would you be reading, right??? BHSDBSHDSB
Also like. that part about neteyam being her ONLY big brother. that kind of hurted because???? and it's so sad because she acts like a big sister to him, spoiling him and everything its HSDSHSBSHDS GOODBYE why did i hurt this boy EVEN MORE in a fic.
also like NEYTIRI'S MOTHERHOOD MAN thank you for saying that AHHHHH she's just. honor is involved in this and her pride has been broken too, she doesn't just put it all on jake. like imagine making your wounded child walk for half an hour. ur side by side. and she's bleeding out right under your nose and nobody notices. that shit would be TRAUMATIZING. She blames herself so much too:(
ALSO I WANT TO TELL YOU YOU PREDICTED THE CHILD-NORMAL SWITCH SBDHSBDH It's not as tense and angry, but it's there!
THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY ASK AHHHHH
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whorekneecentral · 7 months
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also aguero + drunk sex/make out session ??? like maybe something after a romantic dinner and you're all over each other when u get home and its just sweet 🥺 idk I think that man is a soft dom yk? - lewis anon
do you know how long this has been in my inbox 😭 it keeps getting buried but im finally writing it! <3
Your 5th anniversary together and Sergio still treats every date like the first one.
You two decided to have a quiet night in and have dinner at home. When he first brought up the idea, you assumed he meant that he'd be making dinner but instead, he had a private chef come in and cook for the two of you.
It was peaceful and quiet, the two of you giggling over the bottle of wine you shared. The chef had left a while ago and you two were tipsy and half way done the second bottle of wine when you decided it was time to pack up the leftovers.
Sergio kisses your shoulder as you put the food into the container, pulling down the strap of your top. "Serg," you giggled, swatting his wandering hands away.
"What?" he asked, leaning on the counter as you put the food onto the fridge. His eyes fixed on you when you bend over to pick something up, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Stop staring at my ass," you smacked his arm, laughing.
Sergio smiles, pulling you to him. The man kisses you and turns you around so you're pinned between him and the counter. He lifts you onto it and your hand tangles in his hair to pull him closer, spreading your legs for him to step between them.
"I want dessert," he announces, his finger trails up your bare thigh.
"There's cake in the fridge," you tell him, "do you want me to get it?" You were about to get off the counter but he stops you, kissing you once again. "No, I know exactly what I want," he pulls you a little closer to the edge, sinking down onto his knees.
"Oh," you giggled, watching as he pushes your skirt up. "Here?" You looked at him, your leg propped up on his shoulder while he kisses up your thigh.
"Right here," he whispers against your skin.
Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his brown hair. 
Sergio glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs. 
The hand on your thigh shifts to between your legs, two fingers slowly pushing into you. You feel him curl his fingers slowly. “Serg- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again. 
Sergio mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. 
He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. His hands cup your face when he whispers to you; "happy anniversary, mi amor."
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kinsbin · 3 years
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me: haha Tim Stoker's cool
me:
my budding crush on him: hey hi so-
me: NO NOT YOU
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hi-its-tutty · 4 years
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externally, yes, i am here. internally, i am thinking about doing cat/cow at 2x speed
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mimi-ya · 3 years
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sous chef ~ sanji x reader
1,100 words | gn!reader | nsfw
summary: sanji looks like he could use a helping hand
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You slide a finger over the crisp clean countertop. “I bet you’re in heaven, huh?” Your eyes flashing to his with a teasing grin.
Sanji smiles, a faint blush staining his cheeks, “The ample counter space doesn’t hurt, especially if Luffy is going to keep picking up new crewmates on every island.”
You roll your eyes fondly. Sanji had almost fainted when he saw the kitchen on their new ship, and right away volunteered to start a feast to celebrate. It was like he was itching to get his hands on every shiny new appliance.
Finding your way around the ship was a little tricky, but the scent of Sanji’s cooking led you right to the where he was working, a little pep in his step and sway of his hips with every turn.
“There’s lots of cabinets too.”
Sanji hums in agreement, eyes focused on the vegetables he was dicing.
Sliding closer, your side is almost pressed against his. Not too close to interfere with his work, but enough that you can feel his energy and heat radiating from his body. You slip a hand to the small of his back, “Enough space for more than just you here, you could probably even lift the one person in the kitchen rule.”
He huffs out a laugh, “That was more to just keep Luffy out. He was always eating my ingredients.”
“So does that mean I can be your sous chef?”
Sanji’s hands freeze, turning to you with hearts in his eyes, “(Y/N)-swan, I would want nothing more than to spend time with my favorite person doing my favorite thing.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your nose.
A smirk crawls onto your lips, “I’m glad you say that.” Dropping to your knees, your hands shoot for the buckle of his pants.
“(Y/N)!” He chokes, trying to jump backward but pulled closer by your fingers on his belt, “What- what are you doing!”
“I’m just trying to help.” You say with wide eyes Sanji could get lost in. A delicate finger traces his obvious bulge, “Unless you don’t want my help?”
You peek up at his face, which is gasping like one of the fish he cooks up every night. Sanji never was good at accepting your affections, let alone asking for them.
“C’mon.” You scoot closer to the counter, back pressed against the wood and fitting underneath the ledge that juts out, “Keep cutting your vegetables.”
It takes a moment, but Sanji eventually returns to his spot, picking up the knife and slowly starts to chop. He’s tenser than he’s ever been in the kitchen as he waits for your touch.
His hand nearly slips when you press your palm against his straining cock, rubbing through his pants and pulling down the zipper.
A shiver runs zips down his spine when he feels the cool air hit his erect cock. He tries to glance down, but his view is obstructed by the counter.
“I don’t hear chopping.” You sing song before placing a gentle kiss on his head.
A clatter follows as Sanji drops his knife, fist hitting the marble and a hiss escaping his lips. He needs a moment to exhale a deep breath, but nothing more happens. Oh, okay. He understands what you’re doing here. He grabs the knife again and overlooks his vegetables.
Tomatoes. Carrots. Celery. Onions. Potatoes. Everything he needs to make a stew. Letting his muscle memory take over, Sanji begins to dice the onions.
You take moment to appreciate his cock in its full glory, pressed against his stomach with a little precum dribbling out to smear on his shirt.
Your tongue traces from the tip, down to the base before you take one of his balls in between your lips, giving it a gentle suck.
There’s a brief pause in the chopping, but then resumes. You return to the tip of his cock, taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue, the salty taste of his cum filling your senses.
You’re about to go deeper when you hear the door bust open causing you to pull back quickly.
“Sanji!” Luffy cries, “I’m hungry!”
“Luffy.” Sanji growls, unsure if he’s more annoyed his captain is in the kitchen or that your attentions have left, “You’re not allowed in here.”
“But that was on the Merry!” Footsteps come closer, and there’s a slight worry Luffy might round the corner.
“Here.” Sanji tosses Luffy a carrot, “This is all you’re getting until dinner.”
“Okay.” Luffy mumbles, taking what he can get.
Deciding to be a little mean, you take Sanji back into your mouth, the deepest you’ve gone so far. You can hear him choke on nothing above you, trying to cover it with a cough.
“You okay, Sanji?” Luffy asks, mouth full of food.
“Fine.” Sanji grunts.
“I don’t know.” The captain trails off, “You look a little red.”
Your efforts continue, bobbing your head furiously, a hand sneaking to his ass cheek to hold him in place.
“Don’t worry about me.” Sanji grunts, “Now get out so I can concentrate.” He tries to return to his chopping, hoping it’s loud enough to cover the sounds of your gagging, but there’s no hiding the sweat pooling at Sanji’s brow and the tight grip he has on his knife.
“Want me to get Chopper? He can try out his new office! He has new bandages and everything! Maybe he can-”
“Get out!” Sanji yells, uncharacteristically throwing a knife at their captain, who just dodges it with a laugh and runs back to the deck of the ship. “Fuck.” He hisses, hands gripping the edge of the counter.
You can tell he’s close, always getting a little feral towards the end. Taking as much of him in your mouth and as deep into your throat, you give a hard suck that finishes him off.
Sanji moans your name, hips involuntary jerking forward as the coil in his belly snaps to fill your mouth. The aftershocks of pleasure already coursing through his body.
He fights for his breathing to return to normal while you place kitten licks along his cock, cleaning up the mess you made. His eyes are screwed shut, whimpers escaping his lips when you fit him back into his pants, zipping and buckling him back into place.
You smile, giving a little pat to his covered cock before rising to your feet. Sanji is still hunched over the counter, starring at his vegetables.
“Can’t wait for dinner.” You tease, planting a kiss on his cheek.
You’re about to leave, but Sanji grabs your hand and pulls you back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His brow raised in question, “You’re helping.” He pulls your back against his chest, “Now pick up the knife and start chopping.” Sanji commands, nose buried in your neck with his fingers digging into your waist, “My hands are going to be a little preoccupied.”
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sinfulcries · 3 years
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kenna trying to top but he ends up begging for you to top because me cant make himself feel as good as you make him feel
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failed attempt — kenma x male reader
##AUTHORS%NOTES: heyaa its been a while since ive written an actual request omg. I’ll finish the drabbles once I publish this bc the stuff you guys sent it are chefs kiss. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this! | network @hqintheclub
tw. belly bulging, pet names (daddy && kitty)
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When he asked you if he could dominate you during sex you were more or less expecting it because you noticed how bold he would suddenly get whenever you pounded him or fucked his throat.
It was absolutely sexy— Watching your husband fuck his tiny body onto your cock as he denied your orgasm— A slight smirk on his face once he felt your cock twitch inside of him. Stopping his hips, He purred, “You can’t cum yet, daddy.”
Chuckling at the way he would tease you and deny your orgasm— You placed a hand on his waist, pressing your thumb against the flesh of his hip before replying, “Of course, Kitty.”
Kenma melted at your response— You were so obedient and soft, it was so different from the way you would fuck him with no mercy and Kenma enjoyed the feeling of being able to order you around only to have you complying in a heartbeat.
Moving his hips once again, He adjusted himself so that your thick cock would thrust against his prostate, A whimper leaving his lips once you pressed against the bulge in his stomach. “Fuck I’ll never get tired of seeing this...” You groaned subtly moving your hips upwards to see your cock moving inside of you husband.
“D-Don’t do t-tha—!” Not being able to finish his sentence, You jutted your hips upwards once more, Watching his belly bulge before he went limp in your arms— grinding his leaking cock against your toned abdomen.
“F-Fuck— Please da—ah!-ddy! Do that a-again!” He panted, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck before you stroked his hair softly. “Aw, What happened to your dominance kitty? Do you want daddy to fuck you instead?” You cooed and the blonde only nodded embarrassedly, taking your bigger hand in his small one.
You started thrusting your hips forwards— A loud moan leaving Kenma’s lips as you angled your thrusts so that they would hit his prostate every time. “D-Daddy! S-Slow down—!” He whimpered, arching his back once you grabbed his hips, easily lifting his small body up before fucking him against your cock.
“Shit!” Kenma cursed, The bulge in his stomach moving inside of him only made him weaker— his free hand pressing down on it making him scream in pleasure.
“Fuck— It feels so much better when daddy’s the one fucking you, aint that right kitten?” You cooed, Kenma nodding dumbly in response.
“Y-Yes~! Only y-you—! can m-maah!-ke me feel t-thiss way~!” The blonde slurred, sticking his tongue out as you fucked him till he was seeing stars. Grinning at his response, You stilled your hips, cumming inside of his tight little ass before growling, “That’s exactly what I like to hear, baby.”
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luimagines · 3 years
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Date Night with The Chain Part 2!
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Part two will include Four, Wild and Time!
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A sigh leaves your lips as you finally sit down after a long day.
There was a large stone jutting off of the side of a cliff where your group had decided to camp for the night. It had a high vantage point and the entrance was hidden by the surrounding foliage, making it a cozy secluded resting spot for ten weary travelers.
Your feet sighed with relief with the weight off of the them and you began to kick them back and forth. After some moment to yourself you pull your legs in and take off your shoes. 
You resume kicking your feet into the wind, more relieved than you were before without shame.
“Rupee for your thoughts, my darling?” You hear him come up from behind.
“No thoughts, head empty.” You snort and glance over your shoulder. “Join me?”
Four has his hands on his hips as he stands there, watching you with a calm smile and hearts in his eyes. “If you’d have me.”
“As if I could ever turn you away.” You look back out into the distance, pointedly ignoring the commotion of Legend tackling Warrior in the background.
Four doesn’t even try to hide his laughter when he sees what’s happened but comes to sit by your side regardless of what is happening with the others.
You watch him as he lowers himself down and are only marginally confused when he shifts to sit on his hip instead- oh no wait- Four leans over after shifting his body around to place his head directly into your lap.
You grin and waste no time in running your fingers through his hair, taking his hairband out and letting it all fall across your legs. “Comfortable?”
“Best spot, hands down.” Four snuggles a little close and turns his head to look beyond what the rock has to offer.
The sun has begun to set and even if your friends are busy losing their minds in the background it surprisingly easy to tune them out with Four by your side. As the sky turns from blue to orange and reds with the feint outline of purple at the top, you and Four watch the day end with gentle smiles on your faces.
On a whim you begin to braid his hair, letting them collect in number even if it’s messy and unorganized. 
“Having fun?” Four sighs and pokes your knee a little.
“Yes.”
“Good... Feels nice.”
You can’t help but grin to yourself and wait a minute before undoing it all and starting over with more purpose in mind. “I wish I had flowers or feathers or something... Maybe some ribbon... Make it look pretty and stuff.”
“And stuff?”
“And stuff.”
“Why not use my head band?”
“It’s too big and if I’m going to use ribbon it should be made out of silk or satin, only the highest quality of materials for my love.” You say and lean over to give him a kiss on his forehead.
“I don’t think it’s necessary.” Four raises an eyebrow and you can see that he’s on the cusp of falling asleep.
Everyone is tired.
“Maybe not but I say you deserve it, so it must be so.”
“I love you.” Four mumbles sleepily and you know that a this point if someone were to wake him up he’d be grumpy until the next morning.
“I love you too.” You smile and let him sleep against you.
The sun sets and it’s nice.
Wild
“Do you need any help?” You walk up to Wild as he’s beginning to take out whatever ingredients needed to get dinner started.
You stand a little ways behind him and wait for him to turn around. He pauses from arranging the vegetables and glances over his shoulder to look at you.
You smile as pleasantly as you can and laced your fingers together behind your back, trying to look at innocent as possible, trying to visually butter him up to let you help him.
Wild knows what you’re doing. You do this every time.
And every time he melts a little on the inside at your genuine joy and want to help him out. Not to mention that he thinks it’s cute and would give you his everything in a heartbeat before you could even ask.
“Of course you can help.” He grins and stands up. “I have to check the fire but do you think you can peel the potatoes and carrots for me please.”
“Sure!” You skip ahead and take his spot, picking up the peeler he left out and begin to get to work. 
“Thank you.” Wild smiles as he turns away again, picking the fire and checking the temperature. 
“You’re welcome.” 
“If you could cut them too, that would be nice.” 
“Are you asking me to?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course not.”
Wild smiles to himself at the exchange. The others are minding their own business, tending to their weapons or licking their wounds from the day and just simply hanging out with people who know what it’s like to be the hero more than any one in the history of Hyrule.
It’s nice.
Domestic even.
You start to hum a little tune that must be from your home because it seems like no one else can recognize it. It’s light and a little sappy if the way you’re swaying your head has anything to say about it.
Wild feels himself fall a little more in love with you, even if you’re not looking at him.
He’s been done with checking the fire for five minutes, but he doesn’t want you to stop for the sake of answering him again.
But he should probably start cooking the meat while the vegetables are being prepared.  
Wild slides over to your side and picks up the Shekah Slate from where he left it. He chances a glance at you and thinks... it’ll be a last minute change to the meal he’s prepared in his head, but maybe he’ll cook your favorite tonight instead.
You deserve it.
“Ok, what else Master Chef?” You look his way and blink, instantly going a little red in the face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just love you is all.” Wild leans in and kisses your forehead, snagging the cutting board from under you and spinning around to throw them into the pot.
“Hey...” You pout, trying to save face and failing. “That’s... not fair...”
“How is it not fair?” He laughs. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I... refuse to let you win.”
“Win what? What are you talking about?”
You step over and kiss his cheek. “You’re too good to me. And the carrots are going to burn.”
“Wha- Hey!” Wild spins back to attention and tries to save the carrots from the hot metal. “Ok- I- Hold up!”
“Do you want me to start cutting up the green beans too?” You smirk.
“This isn’t over.”
“Yes or no?”
“...”
“...”
“..Yes please.”
Time 
“Ok, I know you said we were going somewhere tonight but why are we sneaking out of the inn like teenagers?” You say as Time looks around the corner.
“Shh...” Time puts a finger to hip lips as he looks back at you. “Do you really think the boys wouldn’t try to follow us if they knew?”
“Is it that important for them to not come?” You tilt your head. Sure, they were a bit rambunctious at times and a bit more rowdy than you knew what to do with but they were good kids and you loved them all- so the secrecy was a little lost on you.
“Is it so wrong to want to spend an evening alone with the one I love?” Time turns to you and takes your hands in his, lifting them to kiss your knuckles. “Just for tonight?”
The thought of being alone together hadn’t even occurred to you and it’s embarrassing to have Time basically spell it out for you. A blush blooms across your face and you bite your lip with a quick glance to your toes. It has nothing to do with the kiss, you’re sure.
“Ok.” You whisper. “Ok, I’ll be quiet. Is the coast clear?”
Time smirks when he sees your reaction, more than pleased with himself before he turns around and checks around the corner one last time.
He grins and gives you his hand, holding you gently as you creep through the hallways together. After a few twists and turns and near trips from walking on your tip toes, you make it out of inn.
You ignore the weird looks from the inn keeper as you leave. They don’t understand the length the boys would go through to spy and/or ruin this for you two intentionally or otherwise.
Time looks up to the window of one of the room you’ve rented before pushing you quickly out of its line of sight.
You follow him wordlessly and look back just in time to see Warrior lean up against the window. He’s not looking out, merely resting where the people below can see him but the thrill of not being caught shoots through you and you force yourself to act natural and look away from the inn entirely.
“What the plan, beloved?” You shoot a grin his way and skip to match his pace.
“I don’t have one. I wasn’t entirely sure we’d get this far.” Time admits and lets his child like glee show on his face. 
Your heart swells when you see it. It’s not often you get to see this side of him and you’re happy to indulge him in these moments when he has them.
“We could just walk around?” You pull yourself closer to him and lean against his side. “Sight see? Shopping?”
Time lets go of your hand to instead wrap his arm around your waist and pulls you even closer so that you’re flush against him. “I’m not sure... I just wanted to spend time with you.”
“Wine tasting?” You try again, pointing to the sign outside of a small hole in the wall shop.
Time actually stops in his tracks and glances at the shop in front of you. “A brilliant idea darling. Shall we go have a look?”
“We shall.” 
Together you walk into the shop despite the later hour and see couples with the similar idea and calmly sharing drinks with one another. Time breaks off from you as you wander further into the space. You glance around the sparely decorated room and glance at the various signs and bottles to see their designs. You pick up a bottle and swirl around the liquid inside, watching it rise and fall against the green colored glass.
Time comes back in seconds, glaring at one of the other persons without your knowledge when they try to make a move closer to you. 
“Here.” He takes a calmly breath and hands you a glass. It’s halfway filled with a warm colored amber liquid and it piques your interest instantly.
“Thank you.” You take it and take a sip. It’s as warm as it looks and strangely smells like strawberries.
Time finally looks at you again when the person leaves and takes a sip from his own glass. It’s more crimson than you’d imagine possible and you have to wonder how it would taste. “Can I try?”
“Hm?” Time looks at the glass and back to you, handing it to you with out much thought.
He tries to it with your own but you’re faster than he is. You lean into his space on your tip toes and place a bold kiss on his lips.
They’re soft and laced with the tangy wine from his previous sip.
“Yum.” You wink and take another sip from your own wine.
Time stands there stunned before he smirks and takes you hand with the glass away before leaning down to kiss you properly. He takes it slow and holds you there for a moment despite the fact that you’re in a public space.
He pulls back just as slowly and finishes with a final kiss to your forehead.
“Can’t do that with the boys around.” He mutters to himself.
“Nope.“ You giggle and go back to sipping your wine. “But I’m not complaining.”
Part 3
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murdertoothpick · 2 years
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kinktober day 6
foodplay | mand'alor maul x gn!reader
warnings: nudity, the lead up to smut, anniversary celebration, fluff, i feel like this deviates from how i usually write, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, also please read below before proceeding | w/c: 621 | full kinktober masterlist
nyotaimori is the japanese practice of eating sushi off a naked women's body (nantamoiri is the male-equivalent). it is a well-respected tradition that has its own etiquette. what is written in this ficlet is in no way meant to represent the practice, nor japanese culture, please do your own research if you wish to learn more, and please be respectful in doing so.
The phrase, 'A feast fit for a king,' had never meant anything to you before; words too often thrown around as a pompous show of your family's wealth and overindulgence. And It's not until you're thinking out loud in your quarters does your handmaiden perk up with an idea, and you find yourself entertained by the thought of letting those words live up to their meaning.
'Have you and Lord Maul been intimate?' she asks, and your head snaps towards her at the question. Her face quickly morphs into regret, 'I apologise if I'm overst--'
'No!' you laugh, swatting your hand at her in humoured dismissal, 'It's fine. But of course we have, he is my husband,' you purse your lips in thought, jutting your chin out, 'but what does that have to do with dinner?'
'Since it's a special occasion, perhaps we ask the Chef to prepare something a little more...intimate,' she poses, rubbing her hands together nervously as she attempts to communicate her idea.
'You think the chef should join?'
'No!' she's quick to clarify, and then slowly going over her next words, 'the Chef can prepare dinner and serve it...on you. Nude.'
'...as dinner for the king?'
'I think a feast is a better way to describe it.'
...
'You...are amazing,' you cry, taking her hands in yours in thanks. 'We must prepare now!'
Your companion squeals in excitement, enthused by her idea and your approval of it. She continues assisting you throughout the day; helping you finalise the specially made menu, doing your hair, and even steering your husband away from the private dining hall when you're getting prepared.
And you are sure to thank her even more tomorrow when you see her again. For now though, your husband is relentless.
'It is my anniversary and I have not seen my heart all day. You will let me inside right now or so help me--'
'Maul,' you call to him through the door, a smile evident in your voice, 'You can come in.'
You hear a grumbled, 'you're dismissed,' to the guard outside, and then Maul is storming into the room in search of you. He stops in his tracks when he sees you, splayed out on the table with your knees bent, propped on your elbows and adorned with hand-cooked delicacies; exquisite foods prepped and served by the Chef, and leaves that cover your private areas while the rest of you is on display.
'What is this?' he asks, eyes shamelessly trailing over your shape. You can swear you see him lick his lips.
'Happy anniversary, dear.'
Maul tilts his head in awe, opting to stalk over to you so that he can take a closer look.
'This is what you've been doing all day?' he asks, stopping at the foot of the table and leaning forward with two sides on either side of you.
You hum proudly and excitedly. 'Do you like it?' you breathe.
Your husband grins, dipping his head down to kiss you, holding you there for a few moments before pulling away with your bottom lip momentarily trapped between his teeth. 'I think you look ravishing, love.'
Giddiness overcomes you with his approval, and you tilt your head up to capture his lips again. 'A feast fit for a king,' you whisper against his lips, pulling away to meet his darkened eyes.
'Perhaps,' he considers, before decidedly propping himself between your spread legs, careful not to move you. 'But I'd much rather start with dessert.' He bares his teeth once again, his arms hooking under your bent knees to grab your hips, 'Careful, dear, wouldn't want to ruin my feast, do we?'
You've never had more trouble staying still in your entire life.
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socialwriter · 4 years
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**Gif by @rafecameron​**
Idea by @ptersparkers​: the x times rafe/jj is caught being soft and refuses to admit it and the one time he does bc i’m a sucker for that but can someone write it because i want it but i don’t wanna write it 
Part of my week of fluff
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader
TW: Soft boi Rafe 
1.5k+
Summary: 3+1 of the three times Rafe didn’t admit he was a softie (simp), and the one time he did
Requests featured: 
@anonymous0writer​: hi bubs. week of fluff: ““I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” w soft rafe or topper?? ty bubs
@softstarkey​:  “Would you mind if I kissed you?” w rafe 🥰
anon:  could you maybe write something about being super cuddly with rafe? your one w pope got me🥺🥺🥺
@butgilinsky​:  cooking dinner for rafe😪 or vice versa i’m not picky. also ily💓
A/n: I am now feeling the pressure of having five people’s wants in one fic, but i shall suffer in silence, also this is my first x + 1 fic so I hope it doesn’t suck oop
You and Rafe were both lounging around, your head on his chest and his arms around you when you looked up at him and noticed something you hadn’t before. “Woah, you have long eyelashes.”
He looked down at you, quirking a brow. “Do I? Huh, never noticed.”
“Yea, they just go blond at the end so you can’t see ‘em. You know...I could fix that for you.” You tell him, a devilish glint in your eyes. He furrows his brows, slightly scared as to what you had in mind. “What do you mean…”
You don’t answer his question, instead getting up out of his bed and walking into the joint bathroom, sifting through your makeup bag until eventually you find your mascara. “Aha!”
Rafe sits up, now curious as to what you were planning on doing. “Babe, what are you getting in there?”
You casually walk back into his bedroom, an excited grin plastered on your face as you crawl into bed once more and sit in his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I’m gonna use mascara on you!” You exclaim, showing him the black tube.
His eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently at the very idea of wearing makeup. “Nope, there is absolutely no way I am doing that. You’re tripping babe.”
You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in the way that always got you what you wanted when it came to your boyfriend. “But baby, you’ll look so pretty and it’ll make your beautiful eyes pop even more.”
He frowned, staring at the tube of makeup. “Does it hurt?”
“Not one bit baby.” You assured him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.
“Ok alright fine, if you want to do it I’ll do it.” 
You squeal, clapping your hands together and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I swear you’ll love it.” You get to work applying the makeup quickly before he has the chance to change his mind. He surprisingly doesn’t flinch much while you’re applying, but that all changes when you’re applying the last bit of mascara and Wheezie walks in.
“Hey Rafe have you seen m-oh my god.” She exclaims, an amused grin forming on her face. “What are you doing.”
“Wheezie get out of here!” He screams, unable to actually get up and push her out so of course, she stays to tease him.
“Wow, Y/n, really gotta hand it to you. You did the impossible and turned Rafe Cameron soft.” 
You giggled, resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Thanks Wheezie.”
Rafe scoffs loudly, glaring at his youngest sister. “Both of you shut it! I am not soft!”
You snort in response to his words, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. “Of course not, baby.”
Wheezie giggles, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Ok ok, you’re not soft. Whatever you say you simp.” With that she leaves Rafe’s room, shutting the door behind her.
“Y/n?”
“Mhm?”
“What does simp mean?”
“Don’t worry about it babe.”
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“Rafe?” You asked softly, quietly walking into the bedroom of the Cameron household. Kelce and Topper were over, playing video games, but Rafe had promised you cuddles after htey left, which was supposed to be over a half hour ago. 
“Yea babe?” He asked, never tearing his gaze away from the screen. All three boys were very into whatever was happening in the game, muttering insults at each other every once in a while.
“It's getting late, are you almost done?”
“Yea babe, just 5, 10 minutes, tops.”
You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. He had said that 20 minutes ago. An idea pops into your head that if you couldn’t get him upstairs to cuddle with you, then you would have to just cuddle with him down here. You walk around the couch, crawling into his lap and latching onto him like a koala. Both Topper and Kelce glance over for a second, rolling their eyes at the unexpected PDA from the two of you. “Baby I wanna go upstairs.” You mumble against Rafe’s neck, nuzzling your head further into him. 
“I know you do baby, just give a minute to beat these guys and I’m all yours.” He tells you, earning shouts of protest from both boys sitting next to him. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He questions when he glances down at you, to which you nod in response. 
“Your shirt and nothing else babe.” You say, a smirk finding its ways to your lips. He stiffens at your words, taking an audible gulp before quickly turning of the TV
“Hey man!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “Are you serious!” 
“Ok boys, time for you to leave,” Rafe tells the other two who both get up from the couch, grumbling about their game and how they were ‘so winning’. 
“Dude, you are so soft.” Topper tells him, rolling his eyes at the older boy.
“Like seriously, what's happening to you man.” Kelce adds, grabbing his stuff from the floor of the living room. 
“I am not soft, and I suggest you leave before I make you.” Rafe growls, moving to stand up. You, however, do not like this plan, whining and clinging to him tighter, mumbling a soft ‘no’. He listens to you, earning a look from both Topper and Kelce. 
“Dude, seriously, you’re such a simp.” Topper says as both boys leave the house.
“SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.”
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“Rafe!” You call out for him, having your boyfriend run into the kitchen where you are a minute later. “Yeah babe, whats up?”
“Today, I’m going to teach you how to cook.” You tell him, earning a groan from him “What, why? I like everything you cook so much.”
“Flattery ain’t getting you out of this one. C’mon, we’re starting simple, it's just eggs. It would take an idiot to screw those up.” 
“Idiot at your service.”
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You gotta stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Tearing yourself down. You’re not an idiot, you just never learned how to cook is all. And that’s what I’m here for, to teach you how.”
He gives you an apprehensive look but nods, accepting the fact that he was doing this whether he liked it or not. “Ok so where do you start with eggs?”
“Well, first you’re going to get the eggs.” You tell him, earning a helpless look in response. “They’re in the fridge babe.”
“Right, right, I knew that totally.” He mumbles, going over to the fridge and getting the carton the eggs stored inside. Eventually, you had gotten him through scrambling the eggs and now you were ready for the stove, which he looked at with fear in his eyes. “Babe, maybe you should take over from here.”
“Rafe, you can do this. You’re a master chef, I believe in you. Now use that oven!”
He gave you one more glance before putting the pan of yolks onto the stove you’d already turned on for him. “Make sure you turn it over so it doesn’t burn babe.”
“Can you show me how?”
You nod, grabbing a spatula and placing it in his hand before guiding him through the motions of flipping the eggs. “You’re doing great babe.”
“Yeah?” He asks, grinning at you. You nod at him right as Sarah walks into the kitchen, having to do a double take. 
“What's going on?” She questions, not really believing that her brother is actually cooking a meal.
“I’m teaching Rafe how to cook,” you inform her, turning back to the stove to make sure that you didn’t burn the eggs. 
“Um, Rafe, didn’t you once tell me that you would pay for your own personal chef before you learned how to cook for yourself?”
Rafe’s face turns a bright red as he looks down at the floor. “Well yea...but Y/n wanted me to learn how to cook so I’m doing it.”
Sarah’s mouth was left slightly ajar, shocked by the fact that a girl was able to change Rafe so much. “Wow Rafe, didn’t know you’d gone soft for your girl.”
Rafe pouts, jutting out his bottom lift. “I’m not soft, I'm just a chef.” 
Sarah snorts, raising her brows at her brother. “Sure you simp, if that helps you sleep at night.”
“Why does everyone keep calling me that?!”
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“Y/n?” Rafe asks, tracing small circles on your hip bone. 
“Mhm?” You respond, not looking up from your phone.
“I love you.” His words cause you to look up from your phone, eyes softening when you see him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
“I love you too baby.” You say, giving him a soft smile.
“Can I kiss you?” He questions, lips only centimeters away from yours. You don’t respond, instead closing the gap between the two of you and pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He, however, decides that’s not enough, giving you kiss after kiss, causing you to giggle against his lips. “Rafe!”
“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” 
You laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Rafe, you really have gone soft, haven’t you?”
He shrugs his shoulders in response, giving you a grin. “Only for you baby, only for you.”
“Wow, you really are a simp.”
“Aww come on!”
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kagedaddy · 3 years
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I'm not sure about the rule so can you do inarizaki with a model and streamer s/o? 💖
streamer / model - miya twins, suna & kita
warnings: none
miya atsumu
miya osamu
sun rintarou
kita shinsuke [masterlist]
hey hey, thanks for the request, no worries i don’t have rules for asks! hehe i think this scenario is cute, hope yah enjoy it! asks and dms are open for requests.
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“Ready up angels!”the stage manager calls your attention, you were nervous and excited, tonight you were given the honour to open for the show, so you were going to be walking down the runway first. The make up team quickly does the last touches on your make up and the stage manager fixes the lingerie and giant (colour) wings on your back. You were ushered to the landing area, waiting for the artist and the music to play. 
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome (favourite artist).” 
“Stand by first model, (first name).”the stage manager tells you and you nod your head, the intro of (favoruite song) starts playing and the stage manager cues you in. You make your entrance and the crowd goes wild, you strut down the runaway, looking out into the crowd and the unmistakable faux blonde hair of your boyfriend catches your attention, you meet his eyes and decided to sway your hips seductively a little a lot to the song. You see him bit his lip and it gives you a newfound energy on the runway, as you approach the artist they offer you their hand, twirling you around giving the wings on your back a fluttering effect.
 As you arrive back in the landing you’re quickly pushed to the dressing room for a change of outfit and in minutes you’re out again, after a few more quick changes you are strutting one last time in the runaway, you wave and blow kisses to the audience, finding your blonde lover again and sending him an all too suggestive wink before giving a final pose. Once you’re all backstage, you and all the girls cheer at the success of the show, snapping pictures and all heading to the after party lounge. 
Picking up your phone to message Atsumu but thick toned arms snake around your waist and you’re greeted by the familiar cologne of your boyfriend, “You looked really good, babe.”you turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, pulling each other closer and giving him the kisses you both longed for. “Thanks Tsumu, I wanted to give you a show.”he growls at your words and you pull away, “Or maybe to your friends, kidding.”you tease your blonde lover, pressing hot kisses to his neck. 
“Fuck babe, you were so hot. I’m glad I get to take you home.”
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“Hi hi! Welcome to my stream, its (username) here!”
“I know it’s a little bit different today, we’re not gaming but we’re cooking with my partner and a Q & A!”you wave at the laptop you had set up for the stream session today, Osamu awkwardly waves at your stream, he was too cute, you talk about your plans bringing back the attention to yourself. “So babe what are we making for the stream?”you quickly fix the webcam so it would have a good view of the kitchen, “I’m not sure, what does your chat want.”he juts his thumb to your screen and your chat starts spamming all their suggestions.
‘[(random username) donated ¥ 10,000] It’s my birthday today, how about a cake?’
A donation notification sounded, the robotic voice of your text-to-speak read off the donation, “Ohh Happy happy birthday (random username), nee Osamu can we make a cake?”you clap your hands, singing the happy birthday song for your fan, “We can most definitely bake a cake.”he prepares the ingredients and you cheer as more of your fans begin chatting their favourite flavours and decorations the cake should have.  Osamu mixes the batter and you stand beside him, he wants you to be his assistant and look pretty, while he does that, you begin to read out questions for you both to answer.
‘Osamu-san, is (first name) a good cook, what food has she cooked for you?’
You read out the first question, Osamu thinks about it for awhile before answering, “She isn’t a good cook, she cooked me some pancakes but half of it was burnt.”your face turns red in embarrassment and you smack your grey haired boyfriend, “So mean Samu, I thought you love me.”pouting at your partner and playfully crossing your arms. “I do babe but you really stink at cooking.”he presses a kiss to your forehead, deeping the blush of your cheeks.
“Okay next question!” 
You answered as much questions as you guys could and the next thing you knew that cake was baked and cooled, ready for you to design it. You take the offset spatula and began smearing the icing on the cake, throwing in a couple sprinkles and writing illegible words on the cake. You stare at the monstrosity you designed, the cake was baked well credits to your lovely chef of a boyfriend but you were not skilled enough to do the pipping and the adding of sprinkles, “Good job, looks good babe.”Osamu presses a kiss to your forehead as you finished up the design, you knew he was being nice so you just accepted the affection, you both lifted the cake for your viewers to see. 
“Well, I think it kinda turned out okay.”
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You stifle a yawn as you stretch out your limbs, glancing over your clock it was 3:30 am you’ve been streaming for about four hours now. You were on a winning streak in Call of Duty and didn’t want to stop, your snipes were on fire today. “Babe come on, let’s head to bed. It’s late and you’re literally about to fall asleep.”the voice of your boyfriend draws your attention, “just one more game Shin.”smiling sleepily at the salt and pepper haired male, he pats your head and you lean up close enjoying his warm touch. ‘Aww you guys are the cutest’your chat goes wild, spamming it with hearts and you giggle at your chat but one message catches your attention, it read.
‘(username) get your boyfriend to play’
“Good idea chat!”your eyes light up, “Shin look, they want you to play!”you point at your screen, he turns to the monitor eyes following the chat, “Are you sure I’m not that good.”he rubs the back of his head unsure, “It’s okay, it’s all for fun!”you roll you chair to the side to give him some space but he stops you, instead he gestures for you to get up. Confused you follow anyways, Kita settles in your chair and he pats his lap, “come sit babe.”he pulls your body towards him until you’re sitting quite comfortably on his lap, “Will I get in trouble for this chat?”you laugh as you snuggle into you boyfriend’s warmth, shifting the headphones over to his head and quickly going over the controls with him. You set him up in a lobby and letting him pick whatever skin he prefers. Once he got it done, he was doing great, you were yelling at him on what to do and he panics, causing your chat to go crazy from they way you both interacted.
‘You are my parents, you guys are too cute.’
Your focus shifts to Kita, face morphed into concentration as he did his best in the game, he was so cute. He was able to kill a few players and survived the gulag, it was a funny sight to see. Your eyes become heavy, a small yawn leaving your lips, your eyes droop close and you lean closer into Kita but before you could completely drift off he wraps you up in his arms. 
“Guys, I think I’ll end the stream here. It seems like she’s fallen asleep.”
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Standing at the gate of Inarizaki high, you were lost, you were from a different school, “Ano, excuse me do you know where the volleyball club is?”you tap the nearest male’s shoulder to get his attention, he had blonde hair and wearing what you assume to be the volleyball club uniform. “You! You’re (last name)! You’re really pretty in person”his eyes widens in realisation, jaw hanging open as it dawns on him the model he’s seen on several magazine covers stands before him. “Shh!”you politely smile at the male, holding up your finger to your lips, he nods his head smiling widely. “I’m heading there, I can definitely take you!”he says a little bit excitedly and you can’t help but laugh at the male, “Thank you thank you.”you slightly bow to the male before following him to the direction of the gym.
“I’m Miya Atsumu by the way. Why are yah headin to the gym?”he introduces himself side glancing at you. “Well you already know me but I’m here to see someone.”walking up to the gym you can clearly hear the loud squeaking of shoes running across the court, you couldn’t help the nervous smile to show on your face. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend, he didn’t know you were in the area for a photo shoot so you wanted to visit him. You both walk in the gym, all the boys were busy warming up so they don’t notice, you wave off the blonde telling him to hush about your presence and walk off to the side sitting at one of the many benches. You watched interest as they played a practice match, you’ve never seen Suna play and man were you more attracted to the man, you were practically drooling as he flexed his muscles to block spikes. The coached called for a break and the boys all went to the benches near where you sat, as soon was Suna walks up, he meets your eyes.
“(first name) you’re here?”his eyes widens at the sight of you, “Surprise!”a smile forms on his lips, his sleepy demeanor changing into a more energetic one, “Do you know her?”Atsumu looks between you and Suna bewildered, “How do you know her, she’s like a big time model!”your boyfriend nods his head. “She’s my girlfriend.”the whole gym goes quiet staring wide eyed at their middle blocker, Suna takes this opportunity to go to sit beside you. Taking the towel from his hand, you wipe of his sweat before leaving a small peck on his cheek, “How do you have a girlfriend before me yah sleepy bastard.”Atsumu grumbles earning a laugh from you, “Aren’t your teammates such sweethearts.”you giggle at the scene, you did rounds of introductions and answer their questions about the both of you until they had to get back to practice.
The boys finished up and you waited for Suna by the gym doors, as soon as he stepped out the door you jumped into his arms, catching you without any problems, you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s carrying you. “I missed you.”finally pressing your lips against his, you sigh in happiness, “I missed you, too babe. But why didn’t you tell me you were coming, I could’ve skipped practice today or even class.”he snuggles closer to you but you just shook your head, “I wanted to surprise you, I was in the area for a photo shoot.”you kiss the tip of his nose, his face breaks out into a smile and connects your lips again. “You were so sexy when you played, you’re so good Rin.”you drop your head to whisper in the dark haired male’s ear, licking a stripe down to his jaw and his breathing hitches.
“Let’s go ‘cuddle’ in my bed.”
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herro herro! the late valentines special will continue tomorrow click here to see it in [masterlist] under gala days, also added the other members for this request. hope yah guys enjoyed it, i not sure if it’s good, i’ve been super stressed lately some shit came up about my ex and the old apartment we use to live in. anyways leave a like and comment if you liked it! have a great one, jaa ne!
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Jealousy
Day 24 is doneee!! And it features a jealous kitty hehe. I loveee writing jealous Adrien/Chat!! I hope we see more of him in the show. Hopefully around Marinette too haha. Anywho, lemme know what you think <3
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Chat blinked, staring inside Marinette's window, his stomach in knots. She was inside, giggling away as she looked up at Luka. The musician was laughing with her, his hand on her shoulder as he said something obviously funny. He twisted his lip, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling that was worsening in his chest. He had never felt anything like this before and he couldn’t understand why it was happening now. Rubbing his stomach, he wondered if it was because of something he ate. Perhaps his chef cooked something that didn’t agree with him. Yeah, that was probably it... no other reason.
When Marinette leaned against Luka as she laughed at another funny thing he said, Chat unconsciously crossed his arms against his chest, narrowing his eyes into slits. Perhaps he was so upset because this was supposed to be his time with Marinette. Yes, exactly! Fridays were his nights. He was supposed to be the one making her laugh and playing video games with her. Chat’s lower lip jutted out as he tapped his foot impatiently. His tail swished out angrily behind him as he waited for Luka to finally leave.
When the musician finally did wave Marinette goodbye, Chat barely waited for him to fully disappear out of her room before he burst into her room without knocking. Giving her a bright, almost smug grin to her shocked face, he nodded down at the other hatch. “I thought he’d never leave.”
She slowly shut her gaping mouth, raising an eyebrow at him as she stared at him rather pointedly. “So you decided to just burst in? What if someone had heard you?”
He shrugged his shoulders, his smile widening in amusement. “Let them. I don’t think it’d be so bad.”
“What on earth has gotten into you tonight, kitty?” Marinette tilted her head in confusion. “Are you akumatized or something? You don’t usually act like this?”
“Act like what?” Chat blinked at her innocently. He brushed away the fact that his stomach pain seemed to have mysteriously vanished, making him almost want to purr in satisfaction.
“Like... like...” Marinette huffed, pushing up off of the desk chair she was sitting on. She paced on her floor for a few moments, muttering to herself before whirling around to point at him accusingly. “Like you’re jealous or something.”
He slowly made his way off of her bed, taking a few steps towards her. Was she right? Could he be... jealous? The feeling was starting to remind him of the incident with Copycat. But back then it was understandable. He was in love with Ladybug and he didn’t want anyone else stealing her from him. This was Marinette. One of his best friends. Perhaps he was just jealous that Luka was taking up time that was meant to be for him. That made more sense... right? 
Giving her a crooked smile, Chat apologized, “Sorry, purrincess. I guess I was just a little upset that he was taking up a lot of our time,” he gestured between them before nodding at her computer with a bright beam. “Are you ready to play games now?”
“Uh-huh,” Marinette said rather skeptically, her eyebrow rising as she looked him up and down. An odd look finally settled in her eyes as she met his gaze again. “Are you sure that was it? I thought I saw you a few times outside... watching us.”
He flushed, darting his eyes away from her piercing, sapphire eyes as he scratched the back of his neck. Chuckling nervously, he said, “Y-you saw that?”
“I knew that was you!” she snapped her fingers. “I thought I was going crazy after a while but then you slammed into my room like... well, like a jealous tomcat.”
Chat’s cheeks turned even darker as he realized that she hadn’t known for sure that he was spying on them. Marinette took a few steps closer to him, making him move backwards as she bumped him against a wall, poking a finger in his chest. “Just why were you watching us, kitty? Are you sure that it was just because he was taking up too much of my time?”
He blinked down at her, her bright blue eyes burning up at him rather passionately. Her breathing was different, more sped up as she kept her finger directly on his chest. Chat struggled to catch his own breath as he couldn’t keep himself from drifting his gaze down to her lips. They looked so perfect and kissable and she was so close. It would be so easy to just... no! They were just friends and he shouldn’t be thinking things like that. 
Sucking in a deep breath, he banged his head against her wall lightly as he closed his eyes, keeping his thoughts from straying. Quietly, he murmured, “I-I am sorry purrincess. I just saw Luka here making you laugh and I got a little upset that he was taking up our time together.”
“Hmm, I think you’re lying,” Marinette said and Chat’s eyes sprang open to meet her sparkling blue ones. “I think it was a little more than that. You did burst into my room, after all.”
He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from her smiling, teasing lips once again. She opened her mouth to say something else but this time Chat couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and connecting their lips together. Marinette squeaked once quietly before she relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes popped open and he jerked his head as he gazed down at her in surprise. She slowly fluttered her eyes back open as she gave him a small, happy smile.
“I, um...” Chat said in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his throat once to bring it back down to its normal pitch. “W-was that okay?”
“That was perfect,” she giggled, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, chewing on her lip rather nervously. “Is it alright if we do it again?” 
Instead of answering, he simply nodded, crashing their lips back together again. Chat sank into their kiss this time, snaking his arms around her as he held her tightly against him. For the first time, he was kind of glad that Luka came over. It made him realize that he did have feelings for Marinette. Plus, now he could do this. Tilting his head, he deepened their kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. He was never going to give this up. Not even if Luka begged. Marinette was his princess. 
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Happiness Continues
Part 8: 27 Weeks Pregnant
Summary: The guys and their wives take a drive up to Dallas for a Creation convention. The weekend goes great until an uninvited guest shows up. 
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader
Word Count: 6.4K+
Warnings: Language, angst, stalker scenarios, psuedo-kidnapping
Author’s Note: I know this was uber delayed, but school... anyway I hope it lives up to your expectations. Congrats to @waywardbeanie @jensengirl83 and @akshi8278 on getting your questions into the fic and a huge thank you to everyone that participated. I wish I could have put all the questions in but it would have just been too long of a chapter. But please know I really do appreciate you all. The song sung in this chapter is by The Highwomen called Crowded Table, check it out if you’ve not heard it before. And of course many thank you’s to @emoryhemsworth​ for being the best beta xo Alex
Catch up with the series masterlist and then check out Alexandra’s Library for more by yours truly!
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The sound of ice dropping from the refrigerator and into the metal thermos clanged around the kitchen. Once she was satisfied with the amount in her water bottle, she topped it off with water. As she turned around, screwing the lid into place, the soft hums of her husband could be heard as he came out of their bedroom, their suitcases trailing behind him. 
“You know,” she started, the humming coming from her partner reminding her of something, “you still haven’t told me what song you chose to sing tonight.”
“And you know I told you it was a surprise,” he replied, placing the luggage out of the way and coming to stand next to her at the island. 
“I hate surprises.”
“No, you don’t.” Dimples formed on his cheeks as he kept his smile tight-lipped, his wife rolling his eyes at her. 
“Please! Just tell me,” she jutted out her lower lip in a vain attempt at mocking her brother’s puppy-eyed look. 
“Fine, I chose “Having My Baby,’” Jensen sighed, his shoulders sagging. 
“You did not! Please tell me you are kidding.” 
“What’s wrong with Paul Anka? That song is a classic.” The actor stood up taller, his voice growing defensive. 
“I hope to god you are kidding because believe me when I say that if you so much as mention your ‘seed’ in front of hundreds of fans, I’m taking this baby and I’m leaving.” Y/n pointed to the still-growing bump attached to her abdomen before flicking it towards the door, the most serious expression written on her face. 
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Fine,” Jensen cleared his throat, and she knew it was coming before he even had the chance to open his mouth again. “The need inside you, I see it showin’, oh, the seed inside you, baby, do you feel it growin’—”
Y/n’s hands flew to her ears, the ‘la, la, la’ falling from her lips in an attempt to drown him out. His face split into a wide grin as he snatched her wrists and pulled his wife into his chest, placing a soft kiss to her nose before her lips. 
“You’d be so lucky, baby, but no, it’s a surprise. You will find out tonight, so let it go.” Jensen released her from his grip as the security system chimed. It noted movement near the garage door just before the couple heard the voice of her brother coming from the other end of the house. 
“Let’s go, Ackles, we’ve got three antsy kids in the car and need to hit the road pronto!” Y/n snatched her backpack and water bottle from the counter as Jensen grabbed their bags and headed towards the garage. The guys took the bags to stuff them in the trunk as Y/n set the house alarm. 
Jensen pulled open the passenger side rear door to the Padalecki’s SUV, helping his wife into her seat before climbing in the front passenger seat. They greeted Jared’s kids as the family set out on the road towards Dallas and the Supernatural convention. 
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The sign that flew by on the side of the highway indicated that Dallas was about eighty miles out still, giving them at least another hour until they made it. The kids had long since fallen asleep in the backseat, their bellies full of snacks and their distractions in hand. Y/n glanced back at them before digging out the bag of Goldfish she had packed for her snack. Before she could even get it completely open, her husband’s hand appeared between the side of the vehicle and the seat, palm up. The woman chuckled before dumping a handful into his hand. He transferred the crackers to his left hand before returning his right to its original place to rest it on her calf. Jensen ran his fingers up and down her leg, the action soothing to both of them. 
From the seat next to her, Y/n could see her sister-in-law turned to her, a knowing grin on her face. For being an actress, Gen sure did have an awful poker face. 
“What?”
“Nothing, I’m just really happy you two found each other,” the smile on Gen’s face growing wider as she spoke, the eyes of the men in the front seats flickering back to her. Jared glanced over from the driver’s seat just quick enough to see what Gen was referring to. There was a twitch of a smile on his face too before he covered it up to fake a gag. “Speaking of, how was Toronto?”
“Oh, I’m in love with Toronto!” Y/n gushed, her mind going back to the trip she made to visit her husband on set. Because of the break-in, they were making up filming days and he couldn’t get away, so the couple decided to celebrate their first anniversary together with her going to visit him. “The city is so beautiful, albeit not as beautiful as Vancouver, but there is just something about it. It reminds me of New York a lot, but like, cleaner.” 
“You two had a good weekend?” 
“We did. Jensen took me to Alo for dinner, and I know I’m pregnant, but it was the best food I’ve ever had in my life. I wanted to take the chef home with me.” Thinking back to the dish she had, Y/n ran a hand across her abdomen, the memory of her baby coming to life after the meal making her smile to herself. 
“I believe you, even if there is something about being pregnant that just makes everything taste better,” Gen giggled along with her sister-in-law, the two of them sharing a secret that their husbands would never understand. “I’m glad you had a good time with what you had.”
“Well, either way, I was going into my third trimester. I was not up for some extravagant trip across the globe. My back hurts too much to pretend to be relaxed.” As she thought about the way her body had continued to change as the finish line came onto the horizon, it was like her body throbbed in response. The makeup artist flexed her limbs, rolling out the kinks from sitting for too long in one position. 
“I’m sorry girl, but it only gets worse from here,” Gen scrunched her nose, wishing she could tell her anything but the truth. 
Y/n sighed, the action rolling through her whole body, “I was afraid of that.”
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Clif was waiting at the back doors to the convention center of the Hilton where Creation was hosting their convention this weekend. He was there to escort them all inside as well as stay with Gen and Y/n during the show. Creation provided their own security for Jensen and Jared, so Clif was more than happy to spend time with his favorite girls. They were running a tad late, having hit traffic after dropping the kids off with Jensen’s parents who had graciously offered to babysit. 
“Hey, kid,” Clif greeted Y/n with a bear hug once they were inside, his large arms engulfing her and squeezing tight. “Let me look at ya.”
Y/n stepped back as he released her, running a hand over her now unmistakable bump to emphasize it underneath her maternity clothes. “Not much of a kid anymore.” 
“No, you aren’t, are ya? Went and let this idiot over here corrupt you.” Clif locked his arm around Jensen’s neck, bringing him into his chest to ruffle his hair with the opposite hand. The group laughed and Jensen struggled to get out of his hold, his hands immediately flying to fix his hair once Clif relented. 
“You’ve been spending too much time with Jared,” Jensen scowled at his friends, who shared a look and a shrug. He took his wife’s hand and moved to continue down the hall before pausing to turn back. “And I’ll have you know, she was already corrupted when I got ahold of her. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.” 
A gasp of her husband’s name fell from her open mouth as he tossed everyone a wink and pulled Y/n deeper into the hotel. Her surprise morphed into a giggle as he pulled her along, her cheeks flaring with residual embarrassment. Her family was bound to push him too far one of these days, and she was just waiting for him to drop some sort of bomb on their unsuspecting ears. She just hadn’t anticipated it would be today. 
Jensen had been in a particularly good mood since that morning. Y/n couldn’t place whether it was the excitement of being at a convention again or if it was being home, but whatever had him smiling like an idiot she was thankful for. Jensen’s attitude had always been infectious, and right now she was thriving off of it, the joy of being able to make her forget about her swollen ankles and face. It was nice to be in the moment for once. 
Louden Swain was already starting their soundcheck on the main stage as she and Jensen entered the hall. Y/n let Jensen go and went to sit in the chairs in the front row to watch them busy themselves around the stage. She was alone until Clif, Jared, and Gen caught up and joined her in the seats. It didn’t take long for the band to run through everything with all their guest stars who would be performing with them. Jensen did a quick verse from “Like A Wrecking Ball” before also joining those that were in the audience. 
The fans could be heard already outside the doors to the hall, their excitement palpable even from a couple of hundred feet away. Not that she blamed them, Louden Swain always put on an amazing show, as did the rest of the cast who chose to join them. Her husband was obviously her favorite to watch; the rough honey trickle of his voice had a way of splitting her soul in half. After that, she was obsessed with watching Briana. The woman was a powerhouse and had a way of captivating everyone watching her. It was no secret that she often found herself on YouTube watching Bri and her husband dueting “Shallow,” making it her most-watched video by far. 
Everyone was escorted to the green room while fans filled the hall, then Clif escorted them back to watch from the sidelines once the lights went down. They took a seat in the chairs that had been put aside for them against the wall, joining in the squeals of the audience when the guys took the stage. 
Louden Swain captivated everyone with their songs and stage presence, as per usual, but when Rob introduced Jensen onto the stage, it was like a train had just rammed into the wall of the hotel. She could feel the floor shaking underneath the insanity that ripped through his fans in the seats of the audience. 
“Well, good evening Dallas!” Jensen bounded on the stage, the leather jacket he was wearing somehow looking that much better in the lights of the stage. The Texan pulled Rob into a tight hug before taking his place in front of the microphone stand. The stubble that had arrived in just a few days of not shaving was more evident on his jaw and neck as he craned it sideways to work the stand up to his height. Y/n had to admit he looked absolutely scrumptious. 
“I’ve got a new song for you guys tonight that the guys have been so gracious to learn for me.” Jensen paused for the screams from the crowd before continuing his introduction. “This one is for my wife. I love you, honey.” He cast his eyes to where she was seated, watching the smile that spread across his features and letting it calm her anxious heart.
You can hold my hand
When you need to let go
I can be your mountain
When you're feeling valley-low
I can be your streetlight
Showing you the way home
You can hold my hand
When you need to let go
 I want a house with a crowded table
And a place by the fire for everyone
Let us take on the world while we’re young and able
And bring us back together when the day is done
Jensen’s foot tapped against the stage as he found his groove in the first verse. Almost instantly, Y/n recognized the opening chords to the song making her heart flutter in her chest. She’d first discovered this song before they’d even found out they were expecting. There was an instant connection to the lyrics, and in typical Y/n fashion, she had played the song on repeat until she knew the lyrics backward and forwards. She really couldn’t believe he’d remembered it. 
If we want a garden
We’re gonna have to sow the seed
Plant a little happiness
Let the roots run deep
If it’s love that we give
Then it’s love that we reap
If we want a garden
We're gonna have to sow the seed
After everything the two of them had been through the past few months, the lyrics falling from his lips brought tears to her eyes. She chose to completely ignore the fact that she was pregnant. This was his way of reminding her of that night and the promise he’d made. The actor was more than ready to start a family with her, and he would keep reminding her until he ran out of breath.
The door is always open
Your picture’s on my wall
Everyone’s a little broken
And everyone belongs
Yeah, everyone belongs
 I want a house with a crowded table
And a place by the fire for everyone
Let us take on the world while we’re young and able
And bring us back together when the day is done
And bring us back together when the day is done
If Y/n thought that the screams that greeted Jensen on the stage were deafening, it had nothing on the roar that now filled the hall, never mind the thrumming of her heart in her chest. She was sure time had stopped. Her husband blew a kiss to the audience before bowing off stage. It was his disappearance from before the mic that had on her feet without a second thought, chasing after him behind the stage and to the green room. 
She burst through the doors, her eyes meeting his as he turned to the sound of the latch. Without a second thought to the others in the room, the pregnant woman launched herself into her husband’s arms. Both of them dug their faces into the embrace, knowing just what the other needed at that moment. 
“You’re right, I did love this surprise,” she mumbled against his neck. Jensen ran a hand down her hair, his arms instinctively squeezing her tighter to him as she spoke. 
“Anything for you, babe.”
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Behind the scenes of conventions was far less exhilarating for the guests than it was for the fans attending. It was quiet in the green room, most people eating or napping in between events they were to attend, which was why Y/n and Gen chose to stay behind the next morning and let the kids sleep in as much as possible. The guys were up at the crack of dawn to get to the hotel in time for the gold panel, and neither wanted to deal with pulling three little ones out of bed that early. 
It was nearly midday by the time the girls had wrangled the kids into the car and to the hotel. Clif met them at the back door much like he had done the night before, ready to escort them wherever they wanted to go. When they arrived in the green room, the guys were off to their respective photo op rooms. 
The kids took center stage when they got there, livening up the room in an instant. Odette fed off the attention far more than her brothers did but being the youngest, that didn’t come as a shock to anyone. Y/n wanted to hit the vendor’s room before her husband got back and they had to be on stage for the main panel. There were often hidden gems at some of the booths and she wanted to support the small business that set up there. She invited Gen to join her, and naturally, Odette wanted to tag along. The two of them left the boys in the capable hands of Kim and Briana before grabbing Clif and heading out. 
The room was bustling with people who were in between activities when they entered. Y/n picked up the small girl and put her on her hip so she could keep better track of her, not that Odette protested. They made their way to a booth surrounded by original artwork. Most of the displayed pieces were Supernatural related, but there were a few other pieces that encompassed other shows and movies, as well as art that encompassed just about anything else. Y/n got the artist’s information, intending to order an original piece from her. 
From there, it didn’t take long for the room to realize who had joined them. The hushed whispers of the con attendees could be heard as they moved on to a shop that sold handmade jewelry. Luckily the looming presence of Clif was enough to keep people at bay. He was very good at subtly guiding those who dared to walk up to them away from the scene. Right now they preferred peace and would greet some people once they were finished looking. 
Gen bought something from the jeweler for Odette, seeing as once the toddler set her mind to something, she was relentless. Then the trio moved on to a few more booths before acknowledging the fans in the room. Clif took Odette from Y/n while the wives talked with some people in the room. There were many congratulations and asks for photos which Y/n politely declined while Gen agreed.
With a glance at her watch, Y/n signaled to Gen it was time to head back. They said goodbye to the fans and headed back to the green room. Jared and Jensen were back already when they entered, eating a quick snack before they had to go back on stage. 
Jensen pushed his chair back from the table when he spotted his wife. He patted his thigh as she made her way towards him and she took a tentative seat in his lap. The actor placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw before offering her the food on his plate. She decided on a carrot, biting into the hard vegetable as her husband spoke. 
“I missed you this morning.”
“I know, I missed you too. Still hate waking up to an empty bed,” she frowned, tossing the other half of the carrot in her mouth. 
“Just a few more weeks, then I’m done and it’s just you, me, and this baby,” Jensen promised, resting his large hand over her growing abdomen. He ran his thumb over the swell of her stomach as she contemplated his words. 
“Promise?” She cocked her head, knowing full well he intended every word. Before he could answer, the Creation handlers appeared to grab the boys and bring them to the stage. 
“Promise,” he kissed her again before urging her off his lap so they could head out. Gen rounded up the kids to go and Jared picked up his daughter to carry her out to the show. Jensen and Y/n walked hand in hand down the back hallway until they had to go separate ways. Jared handed Odette over to his wife and they were off to get show-ready. 
The girls and the kids followed behind Clif and took the empty seats in the front row far off on the right side of the stage, the lights lowering just as they were getting settled. Rob and Rich appeared and did their usual bit before introducing the boys onto the stage.
Watching them together was something Y/n always enjoyed. The two actors played off of each other so well and never failed to make her chuckle. Especially now, she loved that after everything that had happened, their relationship was not hindered. They were truly brothers on and off camera, and Y/n couldn’t ask for anything better. 
Jensen went to his usual chair on the right side of the stage, pulling it more forward and center before sitting down as the crowd continued to cheer for them. Jared followed suit, spinning his chair around and putting as close to Jensen’s as was humanly possible. Her husband frowned and leaned away from Jared, who only played along and leaned into his best friend. 
Jensen brought the mic to his lips and scowled, “Dude, why are you so close to me?”
“Cause we’re family now, officially bonded by blood,” Jared retorted, still trying to lean into Jensen as he continued to pull away. The older man rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law’s antics but couldn’t fight the smile on his face as the crowd cheered at Jared’s words. 
“Don’t remind me.” Jared leaned into Jensen, whispering something in his ear before the pair shared another laugh. Jared spun around and started the questioning. They got a few typical questions about Supernatural and the final season, nothing too crazy, but one specifically piqued Y/n’s interest. 
The girl asking the question stood not even twenty feet from her at the mic on the right side of the room. “My question is for Jensen.” Her voice was steady, but she was looking at her feet as she spoke. “Now that you are on The Boys, the show has far more carnage than Supernatural, and you have said in the past that you dislike being covered in fake blood, so I was wondering if you have come to terms with it, or has your hatred only grown?” 
Jensen threw his head back in laughter at her question, surprised that he hadn’t been asked it before today. “Well, you are right, I have not been shy about my contempt of stage blood, but nowadays I do find it far less annoying than I once did. I think I got over it filming season fifteen. There is nothing like staring at a beautiful woman to take your mind off of the stickiness. Y/n was a great distraction.” 
“Alright, that’s my baby sister you are talking about,” Jared faked a gag before dropping his mic in his usual fashion as the crowd let out a collective ‘awe.’ Jensen shrugged before moving on to the next question. He rounded to the next fan on the opposite side of the stage. 
“Hi,” the boys said in unison, bright smiles on their faces for the girl.
“First of all, I want to congratulate Jensen on the pregnancy. So, my question is for Jensen and Jared. Jensen, since you learned about the pregnancy, has your perception of life and love changed, and if so, how? And for Jared, being a father yourself, what are some things or advice you would like to share with Jensen? How has becoming a dad changed you? Thank you!” The girl stuttered around her words, her nerves of having the guy’s undivided attention seeping through her voice. 
“What?!” Jared dropped his jaw as he turned his head back to look at his brother in law in the seat next to him. “You’re pregnant?” 
Jensen leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his torso, “Do you think I’m showing yet?”
“No dude, you look good, women everywhere hate you.” The duo fell into a fit of laughter, their heads were thrown back in unison at their stupid joke. Naturally, the whole crowd joined in. How could one not when those two were cracking up? It was infectious. 
“I’m sorry about my friend here. Thank you, we are very excited.” Jensen leaned around Jared to smile at the fan that stood with a Random Acts volunteer’s arm around her shoulders. “As for your question, it didn’t really hit me until we heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Anyone who has kids knows how important that moment is. I never thought I could love my wife more than I already did, but there is something about looking at the woman you love carrying your child. It’s a completely different kind of connection to another human being. As for our baby, well, she was just a flicker on the screen then, but I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for that flicker.”
“Y/n is gonna kill you later for saying ‘she,’” Jared cut in, but Jensen just smirked knowingly. The man always had to cut the emotion with a joke, something the pair of them had in common. Life was too short to always be so serious anyway. 
“Well, what about you dad?” 
“What are you talking about?”
“She asked you a question too, so answer it,” Jensen reminded his costar, much to the amusement of everyone around them. 
“Oh yeah. Well, I’ve given Jensen tons of advice. He’s constantly coming to me for my superior wisdom.” Jensen frowned behind him, his eye roll visible even from the back of the room. “Nah, but in all seriousness, the best piece of advice I could ever give him would be to just be there for your wife, whatever she needs. She just gave you a child, the least you could do is get her some water and snacks during feedings.” 
In the shadows of the audience, Gen leaned over to Y/n, whispering in her ear, “I think he’s done that maybe twice.” Y/n laughed along with her friend, knowing full well that sounded just like Jared. 
“Being a dad has taught me an abundance of patience and understanding. While they are your kids, they are also humans with real feelings and thoughts. It’s important to listen to your children, and I mean really listen to them. It’s not easy some days, but what they’ll remember in twenty years is whether mom and dad were there or not, so that’s what’s most important to me.” The girl whispered a shaky ‘thank you’ to the guys before they moved on. There were more questions about Supernatural, Walker, and The Boys, but what Y/n didn’t expect was another question regarding her, the words cutting her like ice as they left the fan’s mouth.
"Now that Y/N is pregnant, how hard is it being away from her while filming? How do you handle the emotions of being away from your wife in this kind of situation?" The fan had a bright smile on her face as she asked a question that was sure to have the fans falling even more in love with her husband and the amazing man he was. 
Gen’s hand fell on her shoulder as she noticed her sister-in-law’s body tense, awaiting the answer from the actor on stage. Jensen turned his gaze to her, offering a small smile to her before turning back to the fan. 
“It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like I’m dumping everything on her shoulders and leaving her to figure it out alone, and I hate that. You know, I made a promise to her on our wedding day that I would always be there for her, and I feel like I’m breaking that promise. On the nights that the baby is rolling around and not letting her get any sleep, she will FaceTime me to show me, and anyone who’s ever seen this knows it’s just as cool as it is creepy when it looks like the kid is trying to escape from her stomach.” Jared nodded in agreement alongside him as the audience laughed at his admission. “My heart clenches in those moments because I know there are a hundred other moments that I don’t get to be there for, but even more so that my wife doesn’t get to have me next to her for. I know it’s just as hard on her, experiencing all these new milestones alone. We are both just very lucky that she has Jared and Gen so close. Those two have been her rock through this whole thing.” 
“If there is anyone who can handle it, it’s Y/n,” Jared cut in, sensing his friend’s growing discomfort. “My sister is one of the strongest women I know, so don’t worry about her too much, Jay.”
“Right, yes my mistake, what was I thinking worrying about my pregnant wife?” The shorter Texan played up his words with a stiff nod of his head, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. The guys thanked the fan for her question just as Rob and Rich came back on stage, starting up the last question song. Y/n excused herself then to go to the restroom, assuring Clif she’d be okay and she would be right back, imploring him to stay with Gen and the kids.
The pregnant woman slipped past Creation security near the stage to the hall that led to the bathrooms. She sped down the hall on her toes, the urgency not hitting her until she stood up. Her mind was focused on getting to the bathroom, unconcerned about anything else until she was inside the first open stall. Y/n took care of her business, coming out of the stall to a figure standing directly across from her at the sinks. Her eyes trailed up the broad person who had their back to her until she met their eyes in the mirror.
“No!” The gasp left her lips, her feet instinctively stepping backward until her back hit the stall. 
“Hi, Y/n,” the man’s voice was rough, the sound of grating against every nerve in her body. It perfectly matched the smirk that he held as he turned to face her, the same smirk that had been haunting her dreams for weeks now. The woman swallowed around the lump in her throat as her pulse rose, the thrum of it beating behind her ears. 
“How?” It was the only thing she could force past her lips as her mind raced through all the possible outcomes of this encounter. If anything, she was trying to buy time until someone came looking for her, but she had no idea how long that could be. 
“I expected a hello, but I guess I can’t really blame you,” the guy shrugged, his nonchalance unsettling Y/n even more than she already was. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time now.”
“Waiting for me?”
“It was only a matter of time before we found our way to each other,” he took a step closer to Y/n, her heart skipping in her chest at the action. No matter how frightened she was at this moment, Y/n refused to back down. Instead, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin at the man. 
“Wh-what do you want?” Her tongue tripped over her words and the woman fought to control her breaths, letting the air out slowly through her nose as she refused to look away from the stalker across from her. 
“I want you. It’s always been you. For years I’ve waited for you to come to your senses about that actor you call your husband, but it seems you may need a little push,” he explained as his feet began to pace in a line, cutting off her only route to the door of the bathroom, to her freedom. 
“Excuse me?” Y/n was genuinely confused now, her adrenaline-soaked brain struggling to comprehend what he was telling her. 
“He’s all wrong for you. The bastard married you and ran off to Canada the second he could, leaving you to tend to his house, and now look at you, knocked up with his spawn and he still could give a rat’s ass about you.” The man’s voice was rising in tone as he became agitated, with what exactly she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to stick around to find out. 
“My husband loves me—”
“No!” He rounded on her, his pacing halted as he looked at her. “He’s poison. He doesn’t care about you or your career, he only cares about what you can do for him, but me? I’ve been your number one fan since the beginning. With me, your possibilities are limitless. Nobody could stop us.” 
It was now even more apparent to her at that moment that this guy was far more unhinged than she had originally thought. He believed with every fiber of his being that what he was saying was the truth, she could see it in the fire raging behind his eyes. It was the same fire that had her biting her tongue from firing back. She had more than just herself to think about in this situation, and she had no one way of knowing how he would react, but she also knew that staying in that bathroom was not an option either. 
It was now or never. He was no longer pacing across her escape route, and she wasn’t that far from the door. If she could at least get on the other side of it, she could create a commotion to draw attention. The second his eyes flickered from her own, she leaped into action, setting her focus on the door, and only the door. As her fingers wrapped around the handle, she felt his rough grip on her bicep. She was only able to get the door open a fraction of an inch, but it was enough. Her frantic eyes met with the shocked ones of Gen and Clif on the other side of the door. 
“Damn it!” He hollered as he yanked her back. The door didn’t even have time to close before Clif was pushing his way into the bathroom after her, watching as Y/n stumbled and nearly fell on her ass from the force of the stranger’s pull. 
“Alright, let her go,” Clif’s voice was calm and demanding as he assessed the scene in front of him. “Don’t make this worse for you than it already is.” 
“You make it sound so easy,” the guy chuckled dryly, the sound of it finally breaking whatever false sense of confidence Y/n had created. Preparing for a struggle, she squeezed her eyes shut, the action sending the welled up tears cascading down her cheeks. 
“It is that easy. Because trust me, if you hurt her, it will be the last thing you ever do.” The sound of the bathroom door opening again had her opening her eyes, a few of Creation’s security guards filing in to back up Clif. Knowing he was outnumbered, the man roughly released his grip on Y/n’s arm. The pregnant woman scrambled away from him, past security, and out into the hallway. 
“Y/n...” The sudden grip around her wrist startled the traumatized woman, her body reacting against it until her gaze met the familiar green eyes of her husband. Her body relaxed in an instant, throwing her into his arms as a sob racked through her body. Jensen squeezed his wife in his arms, holding her shaking frame close to his chest as she let out all her emotions. He shared a look with Jared before burying himself into her as well, just as relieved to have her back as she was to be free. 
It had only been about thirty seconds since Gen had come running back from checking on Y/n to tell them that something was wrong, but it was all it took. He felt his heart sink as he looked at the fear in Gen’s eyes. He and Jared were up from their chairs like lightning, allowing their long legs to get them to the bathroom with security hot on their tail. It killed him to have to wait outside, but he knew it was the best chance of getting her out of there safely, so he bit his tongue and did as he was told. None of that mattered now anyway, she was safe in his arms, and that was the most important thing. 
It felt like an eternity later when the cops showed up, taking the place of the unarmed security detail. They emerged with the guy in cuffs, a deep scowl on his face as he was carted out of the hotel, Clif and the security following behind. 
“Clif, what the fuck happened?!” Jensen growled, fury about the day’s events creeping upon him, seeing the guy that had his hands on his wife only fanning the fire in his belly. 
“I’m sorry, Jensen—” Clif's words were cut off by the raging actor. 
“You’re sorry? You were supposed to be protecting her!” Y/n lifted her head from her husband’s shoulder, using the back of her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot from her face. The man’s whole body was tense, the anger rolling off of him of barely perceptible vibrations. 
“Hey, Jay,” she put her hands on his face, making him look at her. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from Clif to look at his wife, his face softening as he took in her fragile state. “It’s not his fault. I told him to stay with Gen.”
“Y/n/n...”
“No. Clif is not to blame right now and you know it,” Y/n lowered her voice, the little bit of sternness she was able to muster dissipating. “You’re scared and I am too, but don’t take that out on him.” Jensen nodded at her, leaning in to kiss her forehead with trembling lips.
“I’m sorry, Clif,” Jensen breathed, his eyes opening slowly to look back up at his long time friend. Still trying to come to his senses over what had just happened, he had one arm around his wife, refusing to break contact with her. The fear of being out of control was still too overpowering. 
“It’s okay, I understand.” The two men shared a nod. Emotions were still on high, and everyone needed a moment to take in the events that had just transpired. Before anything else could be said, one of the cops cut through the tense scene playing out in the middle of the hotel hallway. He had a concerned look on his face, but he had a job to do too. 
“Ma’am, can I ask you a couple of questions?”
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Part 9: 35 Weeks Pregnant 
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