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[writella]

Hi! @sinsandsweetness mentioned you when I had requested something from them. Theirs was just so wonderful and needed that day.

I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing a variation of that idea. Daryl x fem!reader, gentle smut while reader needs some comfort and closeness. I understand if you wouldn’t want to.

Thank you so much.

Hi! ♡ Sure :) I can do that. Perhaps I can use it as an exercise for myself to write something shorter. I think this came out a little more fluffy than maybe you might have wanted but I still added in everything! Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for being my first anon and first request- this was so exciting for me!

Also, for any other readers, I ended up not needing to use pronouns so you can consider this afab!reader, but you can still picture it as a fem!reader, anon, it still works both ways. ♡

This includes some smut, soft!Daryl, both reader and Daryl feeling down, and both of them expressing their care for one another.

Your bedroom window is always three inches open. You knew Daryl could get through without the help, but him coming into your room at night had become a recognized habit, so you decided it was best to do it anyway. It was a sign that he was welcomed, that he didn’t always have to sneak in for whatever reason he did. You would have always let him in. He should have known that.

You didn’t question it though, talking about your feelings to him wasn’t your strong suit either. Especially not tonight when the light breeze blowing from your window touched the tears rolling down your cheek, making them chill.

You turned from it, just in case Daryl decided to come that night. You didn’t want to worry him or seem like a child. Bad things happen everyday in this world. You don’t see anyone else at camp crying all the time. Yet there you were, finding it hard to shake these feelings for the third night in a row.

You heard the sliding of the glass now, Daryl’s finger pressing up on the window to make it wider. He held the sides and put his legs through first. Normally this would have been seamless and silent, but Daryl was getting comfortable with this routine, becoming more lax with his stealth in this case.

You wiped your tears quietly, your hand movements very slow, not daring to move too far to the sides just in case he saw your fingers. You hoped he would just think you’re awake but not crying.

“You up?” He asks, his voice is a whisper, but nonetheless you hear his ever present rasp.

“Yes,”

He takes off his shoes, and his pants, and his vest, hanging it on the hooks of the back of your door. He sits on your bed then, just on the corner, his hands on his knees, motionless.

You look up at him, trying your best to make your inhale not sound like a sniffle. “Daryl?”

“Hm,”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” It’s a retort, but he says it just as genuinely and softly as you asked. “Why were you crying?”

You’re silent for a minute. Why is it as if you have all the words when you are alone, but the second someone is around, the second that someone shows they care, you are wordless? Your mind is so heavy, the thoughts spiraling, but your mouth is completely empty and dry. Speaking becomes impossible now. “I don’t know,” is all you can say.

You come up to him and sit beside him. He only looks at you quickly through the corners of his eyes, but keeps his head down, his hair in his face.

You hold his opposite shoulder and his leg and move your head into the crux of his neck, closing your eyes. Your hand then moves to his cheek, gently brushing up and down, feeling the bristles of his facial hair. It makes him lean into you.

Finally, his head turns to your face, your hand still resting at the side of his. Your thumb brushes over his sad eyes and his lips and he wipes your slow coming tears.

He kisses your nose, rubbing his into yours, until he starts to kiss your lips. His hand comes to your jaw and neck as he deepens it, laying you on the bed. The two of you move upwards until you reach your pillow again.

He delicately takes off your shirt, and pants, and underwear and you try to help him do the same.

He lays on you now and you hold his head and neck. His hands are at your hips as he slowly presses down on you, moving. You press up into him. He kisses your neck, peppering it lightly.

Afterwards, he pushes himself inside of you and moves only a little until his motions stop. His arms and body wrapping around you in totality. Your arms try their best to reach everywhere on his back, your movements so slow, delicate, and tender. You untangle pieces of his hair softly. He is inside of you, but truly you are hugging, embracing each other with love.

As a moment passes you finally whisper, “It’s so hard to pretend everything is okay all the time.”

You’re on the verge of tears again as you admit it. “There are things about the past that I don’t want back, ever, but some days I just really wish we didn’t have to fight… sometimes I just get so tired… sometimes I think I would-”

A scary thought comes that you decide not to share.

Daryl looks at you now, holding your head. It’s almost as if his hands are just that big as he holds both sides. You feel the warmth radiating off of them to your cheeks and your ears. He puts his forehead against yours, sending all his love through to you. “We don’t gotta pretend in here.”

He kisses your lips again, it’s sweet and light. You’ve never felt him do it like this before.

He begins to truly move inside you now. Your arms wrap around his middle back, it’s like you’re still hugging until he takes your hands in his, resting them parallel to your head as he holds on and he pumps just a bit faster, creating a deep and steady rhythm.

His head is curled into your neck as you sigh into him, his body making you feel a release from your worries. It causes him to meet your eyes again but they are closed. He kisses you once more, ‘I love you,’ his lips are truly saying as they melt into you, ‘It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. Just for you.’

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #twd fanfiction #twd smut #afab reader #daryl dixon x afab!reader #💌 ask answered 💌 #anons ♡ #wonders with writella #wonderings with daryl

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

#i didn’t mean to i swear #why can’t i just answer asks in under 100 words hello #inbox 💌 #fwb stands for friends with benefits fyi 😗 #- rs! #srry for taking so long to get around to ur ask sweets </3 #gojo satoru x reader #regents park reference!! 👨‍🍳👨‍🍳💁‍♂️👨‍💻 #i love that song #two birds on a wire #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo angst #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #billet-doux

[subskz]

what’s the worst punishment for each skz member? one that will for sure put them in check, and will make them beg you for mercy just at the mere mention of it?

what a fun question 😽

chan - anything that involves denying him attention. he will crumble instantly if you tie him up and make him watch you get off by yourself instead of letting him please you. it turns him into a teary begging mess, esp if u taunt him by saying the toy/your fingers make you feel better than he ever could~ alternatively: tying him up and using a vibrator on him without actually touching him yourself, or riding his face when he has a ballgag in his mouth so he can’t actually eat u out. he’ll break instantly bc he channie handle being ignored and he hates not being useful to you

lino - as difficult as he is, smth as simple as edging/orgasm denial usually does the trick. he’d never admit it, but being denied just a few times is all it takes for his patience to run out and get him pliant for you like no other punishment can. it reminds him that he’s powerless as much as he likes to pretend otherwise, and only you can decide whether he gets to feel good or not. once you’ve edged him enough the brat in him melts away and he’ll do anything just for you to let him cum. esp if you gag him so he can’t even mouth off while you edge him

binnie - spanking…he always acts like he can take it and he honestly basks in pride when you give his ass attention, but poor binnie starts squirming around and whimpering out apologies after just a few slaps bc the sting is too much for him to bear when it just keeps coming and coming w no praise or relief to get him through it…not to mention he bruises easily 🥰 (it rarely gets to the point where you’d need to punish him anyway bc just telling binnie he’s being a bad boy will usually put him in check right away!)

hyunjin - he relishes in most punishments and sometimes even tries to get them, so they key w hyune is to give him his way, but pretend to be uninterested while you do it. it’s very simple but very effective! have him top you/give you head but give him no reactions, fuck him like he’s a toy while you act completely unaffected or even bored. if he’s being bratty, let him dry hump you while you focus on some other task and dont acknowledge him. it drives him wild and has him apologizing in no time, begging for you to please look at him, pay attention him, remind him he’s yours

jisung - chastity cage/not allowing him to touch himself is the way to go w hannie! he can usually handle most types of pain, humiliation, edging/overstim, etc, but being completely denied any kind of pleasure at all is his nightmare. he’ll be whining the instant you threaten to lock him up, even just waving the key to his cock cage around immediately makes his eyes go wide as moons and has him on his knees for you, ready to behave ♡ if you really wanna be mean you can make him give u head while wearing his cage to earn forgiveness, and only take it off once he makes you cum

felix - sensory deprivation, specifically touch! like jisung and hyune, felix actually enjoys a lot of “punishments” to the point where it’s more like a reward to him. but one surefire way to always put him in his place is refusing skinship: tying his hands up and blindfolding him so he can’t see or feel you, or even better, leaving him unbound but smacking his little grabby hands away every time he tries to touch you ): he can’t take it at all and will immediately start to beg for forgiveness, maybe even getting teary eyed bc he knows he messed up bad

seungmin - he doesn’t handle humiliation very well, especially anything public. he knows you wouldn’t actually do it bc he’d die of embarrassment, but smth like threatening to make him wear his collar out in public has his stomach flipping immediately, you can see the moment his face shifts from smug, stubborn brat to kicked puppy. in terms of punishments that u actually enact…having recordings of him writhing and whimpering for you from the last time you fucked is a great way to remind him of his place <3

jeongin - overstimulation! innie is super sensitive so this punishment is a combination of everything that makes him weak. putting clamps on his pretty nipples, putting a bullet vibrator inside of him, and jerking him off all at once so the poor baby is so overwhelmed from all directions he can’t even think abt disobeying you anymore. he has a love/hate relationship w it bc it feels so good but it gets the most humiliating reactions out of him bc he can’t control his body. he’s another one who’d start to tear up, first out of embarrassment/guilt, then once he cums and you keep overstimulating him, he cries bc the pleasure is too much for him to take

#ask #💌 skz #my first answer for seungmo was psychological warfare #offer to be his healer in overwatch and then let him die

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving

Girl Dad Transformation

I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.

Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.

Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…

All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.

The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.

Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.

“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”

His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”

“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.

She was also right.

He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”

Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”

He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.

When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.

You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…

“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”

A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.

It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.

He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.

All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.

You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”

Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.

You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.

And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.

But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.

Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3

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[hotchs-big-hands]

may you write a lil blurb or tiny lil paragraph about hotch x innocent!Reader? and maybe the plot is like… they are on the plan comin back from a case and while they are on the plane morgan makes a sexual joke but the reader dosent get it so botch explains it? and he gets kinda turned on after realizing her innocence.

YASSSSS ohmygodddddddddddd Aaron is gonna feel like the biggest fucking pervert when he realises just how innocent you are.

Like, as usual Derek is discussing something to do with "getting lucky tonight" at the bar everyone was going to. While the others reacted to whatever he was saying, giving their own thoughts on the topic, you sit there mostly drowning out the conversation. Admittedly, you... don't have the most experience with that sort of stuff and tend to avoid talking about it if you can help it. But then he directly addresses you, startling you. You're sitting at the table on the jet, Derek and Reid opposite you whilst your boss sits quietly at your side. You blink and look at the cheekily grinning man and raise a brow.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Say, you ever got a pearl necklace, huh?" He asks you. There's a gasp from nearby; either Emily or JJ. You squint a little.

"Uhm... I don't really wear that kinda jewelry." You say. His eyes widen, and even Reid has to bite his lip to refrain from making a noise. Then Derek let's out a surprised release of air from his nose, eerily much like a laugh and it only causes your confusion to grow.

"Oh damn, she really is innocent! That's real cute~"

"What? Derek, explain!" You cry, but he shakes his head and excuses himself from the table, still chuckling and shaking his head to himself.

You make a little sound, slightly frustrated. And so you turn to your unit chief, who sits stiffly beside you. He glances at you, feeling your intent stare.

"Will you at least tell me what joke I'm missing out on?" You plead quietly, body turned towards him. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"Uh, I don't know if..."

You scowl.

"Don't leave me like this, sir. Derek already left without explaining what's so funny!"

For some reason he seems conflicted, shifting in his seat and swallowing thickly.

"Alright."

He leans in close, lips almost brushing against the skin of your neck. It makes you shiver, especially when you feel his breath on you.

"The pearl necklace he's referring to isn't jewelry at all. What he's referring to is having, excuse my language, a male's cum spurted onto your chest and neck. The resulting beading is like a vulgar pearl necklace." He murmurs sensually low, breath tickling your skin. You quiver and you clench your thighs together.

"O-oh... I, um, I see."

And as you quickly turn away and sit quietly and tensely, legs squeezing together and your hands gripping your thighs, Aaron adjusts once again, subtly moving his hardening cock into a less obvious and uncomfortable position in his increasingly taut slacks. Maybe he'll have to show you what a pearl necklace looks like later...

#aaron hotchner x reader #💌 ah asks #hotch x reader smut #aaron hotch x reader #a answers #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut #nsfw.

[landosjpg]

thinking about lando giving head and the feeling is way too much so you squirm and accidentally squish your thighs against his head, all while trying to pry him away but he’s persistent so he’ll do whatever he can to hold you down just so he can finish

+18 CONTENT, MINORS DNI

this was one of the first things i read when i opened my eyes this morning and it hasn’t left my head since then please

in my head he’s also more of a giver than a receiver (😵‍💫) so he would love to go down on your for hours BUT not let you come until he’s satisfied. so at some point you would be too overstimulated, eyes teary and limbs shaking, that your legs close on him and your fingers, lost in his hair, tug on his curls earning a groan from him. at first he doesn’t notice that you’re trying to push him away, but when you keep trying to squirm away he laughs at your antics, cause you know he’s not gonna stop until he’s had enough of you. but the thing here is he doesn’t have to do much to hold you down, you know? cause he’s strong enough to keep you still just with his palm pressing down on your lower stomach to keep your hips in place while his other hand grips your thigh to keep your legs open for him. and then he slows down his movements and sucks on your clit so painfully slow that you can’t help but sob, making him grin. and he always revels in the oh so sweet sounds that you make for him that he can’t just let you finish yet so he keeps eating you out slowly, even dragging two of his fingers in and out of you at the same torturing pace until you’re pathetically begging for him to let you cum.

#answering this with my boss literally sittinf next to me right now #i’m asking to get fired at this point #who cares though #💌 — mailbox #lando norris

[b1mbodoll]

Okay but stepdad!jake convincing your mom to let him bring you to a work related “business trip” but in reality he’s bringing you on vacation for a week and fucks you the whole time <\3

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + pregnancy + daddy kink + exhibitionism + breeding + infidelity

💌: im normal im normal im normal im normal (trying to gaslight myself bc this ask made me insane!!!! burn me at the stake plz im crazy)

jake is absolutely infatuated w you :( calls u his pretty girl n spoils you with gifts (and cum) sweet talks ur mom into letting him take you on a daddy/daughter trip, says it’s to makes you feel better cus youve been upset lately (the reason being the fact that you cant publicly claim jake cus he’s ur stepdad) when he gets the okay from ur mom he takes you to a hotel far from your hometown, plans romantic dates and kisses you without worrying about anyone you know catching you two <3

late at night the two of u make ur way into the hot tub, jake untying your bikini top and palming your tits. you’re so desperate to feel him inside you free his cock from the confines of his swim trunks, whining as he bottoms out. the only thing on jake’s mind when he’s balls deep in your pussy is knocking you up. he knows it’d ruin not only his reputation but yours as well, but the thought of his stepdaughter proudly carrying his child n making you a mommy makes his cock twitch inside of you. “fill me up daddy, want you t’get me pregnant. i’ll be so good for you please, jus’ breed me.” if he was in his right mind he’d pull out, knows he shouldn’t dump his cum in your womb but he can’t stop himself, not when your pussy is clenching around his dick, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

#i got ur follow up ask when i was writing this and my mind went BLANK #will be answering soon!!!! #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #enhypen #sim jaeyun #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader smut #enhypen smut #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun x reader smut #💌.breeding #💌.stepcest #💌.daddy kink #💌.pregnancy #💌.exhibitionism #💌.infidelity

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

I watched Bluey recently (yes I'm an adult who watches Bluey, its too good!! 😂) and I saw an episode where Bluey and Bingo deliever a love message to their mum and dad after they have a small disagreement, and I imagine Willow and Aurora doing something like that!

Just them being all giggly and secretive and Carmen's just so confused until he watches them give you the message 🥹

bluey is so good i will not apologize, also i hope its okay i changed this up just a bit love! - fem/mom!reader, 445

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It really wasn't an argument, rather just a chat about things you hadn't communicated. You and Carmy really tried to be perfect parents, but that just wasn't possible. Willow had a small habit of sneaking out of her room during naptime, and she overheard you and Carmy having a small disagreement. In her mind, of course, it seemed like you two were unhappy with ach other.

From that point, Willow decides she has to take matters into her own hands while you sit in Aurora's nursery, and Carmen is in the kitchen. She makes her way in, paper and crayons in hand. You smile at her as you sit in the rocking chair with Aurora, whose been fighting naptime for the past half hour, her eyes finally closing. "Hi, Wils. What's up?" You ask softly.

She doesn't answer, instead plopping beside you, beginning to scribble some hearts on the paper. You watch as she does this, her hearts looking more like blobs but at least she's trying her hardest.

She hands it to you. "Dada." She says. You finally catch on, exhaling. "Okay, okay. Let's go give this to dada." You say, as you stand, setting Aurora gently down in the crib before you walk hand-in-hand downstairs with Willow, her handing you the paper.

She points to Carmen, practically motioning for you to give him the paper. You laugh, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks, Wils. Go play, yeah? I'll take it from here." You say. You walk over to Carmen in the kitchen, greeting him with a kiss on the back of his shoulder like you usually do. "Your daughter drew this for me to give you." You set the paper in front of him.

He stares at it, a grin coming across his face. "Think she wants us to tell each other we love the other." You nod. "Something tells me that's what's happening." He turns to you, pressing a kiss against your lips, hands wrapped around your waist. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, too, Carm." You reply before turning to the doorway where Wilow's watching. You grin. "Come here, sweet girl." Carmen requests as she runs at him, jumping into his arm where he scoops her up, as he begins kissing her face, giggles bursting out of her.

You notice the small drawing on the edge of the paper that wasn't clear before. A stick figure of what you assume is you and Carmen, holding hands.

You stare at it until you're being attacked with kisses by Willow and Carmen, her giggles making you smile as she kisses all over your face, with Carmen doing the same thing.

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hi, sweetie! Hope you’re doing well. I just had the cutest thought that I wanted to share. And maybe if you want to add on to it as a drabble or something please feel free:) if not, then please just enjoy todays shower thoughts lol.

I’m thinking about a friends with benefits! reader and Daryl who find themselves travelling by canoe for whatever reason. And how they might get into some petty argument or even play fight that ends with them flipping the boat and the two of them just stand in the water, soaking wet and staring blankly at eachother with disappointment. Bangs sticking to your both your foreheads as the canoe slowly floats down the river along with all your dignity.

Take care! xoxo

Rocking the Boat

Synopsis: Daryl has been back home for weeks; the first attack against the Sanctuary is complete; Alexandria, the Kingdom, and the Hilltop are on their way to freedom; but nothing is the same as it was, especially not with you and Daryl. Maybe a house boat side quest will break the ice, or really, make some waves.

Details: This is set during the beginning of season 8, it includes violence, smut, a fwb relationship but feelings are involved, mutual pining, a little bit of switch Daryl and reader, and some sweetness because I think it’s just my thing at this point. ♡

A/N + Response: Hello, lovely miss T ♡ what a fun idea!! I love the imagery you set with the canoe tipping over, especially the bangs so cute— it was one of my favorite parts to write here! This is probably a bit unrealistic and much longer than I intended, so I think I might consider this a full one-shot as well as a concept, and… it’s also a bit sad? Just a little until we get to the good stuff, I promise ;) Anyway I hope you like it; let me know what you think!!

Daryl sat on Rick’s porch, his back against the poles, reloading his guns as you sped up the steps, “I think we should go back to the boats. Now.” Your voice was hurried, you had run all the way from your house, but he didn't even look up at you.

“Why would we do somethin’ stupid like that?” His voice was low, and annoyed. You didn’t expect to be greeted kindly, but at least he sounded like anything other than emotionless to you since the first time you saw him again; since the time he escaped the Sanctuary.

“There’s no one there. I saw it before I got back home. There were people with guns sitting outside the first time we saw it, but now there aren't.”

“A couple of guns ain’t gonna help us.”

“There had to have been a reason they were guarding it before.” Your words were urgent and your eyes pleaded for him to look up. “Any amount of guns could make the difference, Daryl. You know that.” You stare at him, waiting for nothing as he doesn’t respond. “Did you and Rick even find anything before you got back?” You cross your arms, “Cause it doesn’t look like it. And I think I just did.”

You had gotten separated from the group after the first attack against the Sanctuary: you ran without thinking, just trying to get away from the army of walkers stampeding the place. Straying off the usual path to Alexandria, you accidentally reencountered a place you and Daryl only saw once before. It was a time before Negan, before the Saviors. But now, remembering their jackets, and their weapons, and how their bikes looked parked at the shore, you realized those were three Savior cabin boats— fairly sized, a bit rusty, they had a shack like feel, but it was big enough to stand and sleep in. Maybe something of use could be in there, and at least it was something to do while you waited for the final attack.

Similar to Rosita and Michonne, you also got hurt by the scavengers— day zero of the war, when Sasha died— but the girls left you here, they didn’t even tell you they were going, you didn’t even see them leave. But you needed to get out too; you needed to help. “I’m going with or without you.” Your anger started bubbling at his indifference, “And I saw you talking to Tara, I know you’re planning something, so if you want to go off with her and complete your idiot side plan-”

“You’re the one with the dumbass plan.”

“- then that’s fine!” You glare at him, his eyes still so evasive, it infuriates you. “My objective is to find more weapons, before the final attack.” You lied, you both knew your objective was to rest before the final attack, “So I’m gonna go do that.”

You begin to walk briskly. You knew he was going to try to stop you. You knew he was going to come with you when he realized, yet again, he couldn’t stop you, or… you hoped he couldn’t… Sometimes you forget how much stronger he is than you. You had a smart mouth and you knew how to get a reaction out of him, or at least you did in the past, but he could pinned you down with one hand, making you completely immobile— it’s happened before. The thought makes you walk faster, heading for the nearest car. You were trying to make a point although you weren’t sure what it was. You were just tired of sitting around, tired of his treatment— mistreatment, actually. You knew he had reason to act curtly, what he went through was unspeakable, but you were still there for him, waiting, but he never came to you. Not even late at night. Not even to simply sleep.

Just as you’re about to reach the car you feel his hand wrap around your arm, you almost let it yank you. Your breath is a heavy mix of fear and excitement as he does so. Maybe you finally got something out of him. Maybe you still have it. Maybe you still have him. “We don’t got time for this,” he hissed. Then his jaw clenched, it almost looked like he was chewing on something, “but you’re forgetting the boat.”

“It’s a canoe.” You were pushing it with the retort, he was coming.

He grunts as he lets go of your arm, it slapping down to your side. You wait for him by the car as he retrieves the canoe and paddles from one of the house garages. You guys had found it a long while ago, never knowing when it would be of use. That time was now.

The ride toward the waterfront was irritable and depressing to say the least. You wanted to be around Daryl, you wanted to stop him from going off plan with Tara, but most importantly, you just wanted to talk to him; finally and for once. You all were on the biggest missions of your life, in the biggest war of your life… who knows where your fates would lie after this, but he has yet to say anything to you that didn’t involve fighting the Saviors, and even with that, he didn’t say much. He wanted to win. He was ready to do it fast. Whatever it took. That was all.

He kept shifting in his seat, short, low grunts coming out of the side of his mouth— he didn’t want to do this right now, but he knew you were just as stubborn as him, especially when it came to him. As dumb as he felt this was, it wasn’t time for another person he cares about to get hurt.

“Stop fuming,” you muttered.

He snapped back, barking your name, “We’re in a war! We could be doin’ better things right now and got me here for what?”

“Maybe so you don’t kill people we need alive right now?” You were talking about Dwight, you did more than just see Daryl talking to Tara.

His following grunt truly said typical. “You always got your nose where it don’t belong.”

You ignore him, “We should follow Rick’s plan.”

He shakes his head, ignoring you this time. He’s tired of talking about this. He’s going to go on the boat, see if there’s weapons, get Tara, and use whatever you two find to complete his own plan at the Sanctuary. This needs to be done.

“At least it’s a little over 5 miles off the out-post the Kingdom took out,” you reason, “that must be why no one is there anymore.”

Still no response. Typical, it’s your turn to think it. You let go of talking to him for now. The rest of the drive was silent as well as when you get to your destination, starting to put the canoe on water.

You look at the three small, now unguarded, boats. Only one bike was by the land and there was blood splattered on the middle house, the biggest one. Maybe the Kingdom took out the guy that was there, but there were no boats or canoes around, no way for someone to get close enough inside.

You two get in, starting to row. “There better be somethin’ good in there,” Daryl huffed. You hoped so too. Uncertainty started filling in with the reality of your awful plan. There really could be nothing in there and you really could have spent your day doing something that mattered to the cause. If these boats held anything important, why wasn’t a Savior there already? But even worse, the realization that you were acting out of desperation just because Daryl had been acting so cold… felt even more terrible.

You knew Daryl was scarred, far more than before and you were trying to be patient. You were going to let him come to you. You knew he needed time, and he was at the Kingdom for a little bit anyway, hiding out from Negan. You couldn’t even talk to him if you wanted to because of that. But now you had been planning that first attack for weeks, you were sleeping in the same place together again, but not in the same room, not touching. And again, you understood why, but then again… you didn’t. It was so hard to gain his trust, for him to open up to you, you thought that was something you gained for keeps; but now he wasn’t even allowing you to have a friendship anymore, let alone this in-between relationship you used to have. It made you upset how much power you realized you let him have over you. You missed him so much, and now you weren’t even sure if he missed you back, or if he had reason to. Maybe it was just a fling after all.

War feels long, but it’s only a short time in truth. Nonetheless, a short time that can define who you are thereafter. This could be him, and maybe it always was. And this could be how you two will always be. Forever.

You decide to break the silence again as you row, your thoughts becoming insufferable: “That’s actually not the right technique,” you stutter, “if- if you’re curious.” You start to row based on what you taught yourself, the canoe going just a bit faster now, “I read it in a book from Deana’s old library.”

“So you read somethin’ in a book and now you think you know everything?” His eyes were annoyed. “Hmph.”

Your voice raises, “Well just because you’re so experienced in the wilderness or whatever doesn’t mean you know everything either.”

“I’m doin’ it fine.” He wasn’t. “You don’t even know how to swim.” You didn’t. “So maybe just be glad you ain’t dying today.”

You repeat yourself, “Still- doesn’t- mean- you know how to do everything… You expect me to think Merle took you canoeing? Of all things?” You cock your head, “Pretty sure he was out finding the next score.” You knew it was a low blow to bring up the dead brother, but you were upset. No talking and now insults? You could be cold too, even colder, even if you didn’t like it.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up!”

Then you screamed. A walker with gills, swimming in the water approached your boat behind Daryl. Your voice made him turn around to see it. You take your paddle to try to stab it in the head, but the walker’s hands are along the canoe rim, coming closer to you, it makes you accidently hit Daryl with your swing. “Oh- Sorry!”

“Fuck!” He yelled.

“I’m sorry!” A realization comes, “Is this the guy?”

“If it was he’s been dead for a while.” Daryl shouts, taking out his gun and you take out your knife. He’s trying to shoot the walker in the head, it’s closer to your side now. But you’re thrashing and water is flying while you try to jab them in the head with your knife. The walker has one of your arms and you’re trying to pry it away with the hand that has the knife. Neither of you have a clear shot at getting the thing, all three of you rocking the canoe far too much.

“Stay still!” He yells at you.

“Im trying!” You shout with the same force, the same annoyance, “He’s not making it easy, Daryl!”

Daryl has a chance to shoot the walker in the stomach, and he takes it, but it does nothing. The walker’s hands on you do not quit. The two of you just keep yelling at each other, riling the walker up. You can hear the biting sounds they’re making near your arm.

He shoots again, but you and the walker are still moving too much and Daryl’s loosing balance. The walker is tipping the canoe with their hands, water splashing inside. The next bullet goes into the wood, making a hole.

Their starving mouth continues to try to bite at you. You pull using all your strength to get their mouth away, trying to use your other hand to slice into their head. You two have never seen a walker like this: they can swim and they’re so strong.

Water now fills the boat from the hole as Daryl moves forward on the canoe, pushing your head, his hand quite literally covering your whole face to shove you out of the way, getting a clear shot at the walker and firing at their head. He clicks twice: Boom. Boom. Guts and water fly everywhere.

The splashing of the water and the firing of his gun overwhelms all your senses. The weight of Daryl is on your side now, neither of you have balance; both your weights pull the canoe over the edge as it flips over entirely with you under it.

You scream, but your voice is muffled. You thrash around, trying to use what little experience you have. You come above water for a few seconds, wailing, and Daryl grabs you.

“Hey- Hey- Hey!” his words snap, rough like barks until he gets you to look at him, gripping your face so it’s forward. “It’s okay,” he’s breathing almost as heavy as you are. His voice becomes even now, “It’s okay.” You realize he has you in his arms— it really was okay.

Feeling he might make a comment about you almost drowning, you force yourself to speak through water filled lungs, “Don’t. Say it.”

So he didn’t. He just holds you tight, you even feel his thumbs squeezing into you at the waist now, and through half lidded eyes, you see his arms tense, working hard to make sure you never fall, but it’s at a half arm's length, his elbows bent. You blink rapidly, your wet eyelashes still flapping shut until you’re able to open them better. You can see Daryl more clearly now.

You try to swipe some of the hair out of your face. The baby hairs at the crown of your forehead stayed slick in place while some parts of your hair started to lightly form your wave or curl pattern, but in all, you were absolutely drenched.

Your hands now hold onto his forearms just as tight as his below. It was one of those rare moments where you remember just how blue his eyes are. Their narrow shape and the way his hair lays always hides them away. But the sun was behind you, casting its light directly on him and his hair was now slick to his head as well: only some of it resting on his forehead.

If someone were to describe Daryl’s looks, they would probably say something typical like dark and rugged. They don’t see what you see. God, you forgot how uniquely handsome he was.

His hair changed colors in the light, it wasn’t as dark brown anymore, flecks of it were a more golden brown in the sun. And you loved the mole that was just above his lip and facial hair. Almost no one else in the group had something like that. And now, there was the way his button down stuck onto his skin. The color was dark enough that it wasn’t see-through, but you saw every indent, every line of his bicep and tricep as you looked at his arms, trying to avoid his face, trying to avoid his chest or anywhere lower.

On the other hand, Daryl was trying even harder to avoid looking at your soaked body, failing even worse. His eyes couldn’t help but linger on how your chest huffed as you tried to catch your breath. Your collarbones are now exposed as your shirt slides down just a bit further, the light color almost see through because of the water, and your bra didn’t help much either. It was one of those without the padding, it was the only one that fit— your supplies, food and wearable, clean clothing, were running dangerously low at home. The thin material of both top garments showed how your nipples perked up now. And the way he had to grasp tightly on the smalls of your waist, feeling your stomach inhale and exhale as you calmed yourself down didn’t help either. It was like he felt your hold body moving… similar to a way he used to feel it.

It all makes him realize now how he hasn’t gotten the courage to look at you directly in the longest. God, he forgot how pretty you are. How lovely it was to hold you. Even if it was to escape death.

Your eyes are so big as you hold on tightly to his arms, you’re still shaken up. Trying to paddle your feet like you’ve seen on tv and in videos in the past. It’s adorable.

He didn’t dare look any longer, but part of him wondered if you were looking at him the same way. And you were. Specifically, the way you could see every line and ripple of his abdomen with his button up now glued to his body. As you let your eyes trail just a bit more form his arms, you noticed how magnified his chest looked, how his nipples were just as pert as yours.

It all made you feel something warm down below and it made something inside him twitch, but this wasn’t the time. He had been feeling so many things since he returned that he didn’t even know which ones to act upon first, so he reverted back to saying nothing, or at least nothing that had to do with how he really felt, how he really felt about you that is.

In the end, “You better hope I can make one of those shits run or we’re fucked,” was all he decided to say.

He moves your hands onto the back sides of his waist and he starts to swim. Your legs are off to the sides and he tells you to kick as he is and hold on tight as he swims you both to the middle boathouse, the one with the blood.

You hold onto the ledge as you finally arrive, allowing Daryl to go in first, checking for walkers at each boat. He does the side ones first. No one is there. Finally, he goes to the middle house: out of all of them, it’s the biggest wreck. The place is filled with pictures, Polaroids, scattered all over the place. It’s of the Saviors. And there’s all kinds of guns scattered on the floor, but he can’t help but to stare at the faces. He knew some of those faces.

You call his name, but he doesn’t respond. “What was in the other two?” You yell for him again, but nothing. You decide to go in the middle one as well, your eyes are amazed by the mess of guns on the floor. There were even ones still hooked up to the wall. There were knives and daggers too. Even glass cases with various bullets, you wondered what they did. Was this the emergency weapons stash? Had you reached it before a Savior could? “Why aren’t you picking this stuff up?” You look up at him impatiently, shaking your head and huffing, you’ll do it yourself you guess.

Daryl continues to look around, picking up a frame. The only framed picture in the boat. It was cracked on the ground: A Polaroid of Negan.

He takes the picture out of the broken glass to look at it closer. As if this wasn’t already the attitude of much of the Saviors, whoever lived and protected this place must have worshiped him. Negan stood proudly in it, his bat on the side of his shoulders, a big rifle strapped around his back on the other. His hair and beard was all black, and that notorious, all encompassing grin plastered his face from ear to ear. Daryl turned the picture over: the words, ‘Negan — The First Savior. My Savior,’ was written on the back.

It fired him up. It made him think of the dark, of that cell, of the food that probably wasn’t even food, when he was kicked and jumped by those Saviors in the parking lot, and that damn song— the saccharine melody would live on in his brain like a siren. There would never be silence inside him again. In fact, there never was. It was only louder now. So loud and so angry he feels it in his throat, traveling to his tongue, beneath his eyes, as he can no longer keep it in anymore; but he tries, and tries, and tries, quietly holding everything in while you keep collecting weapons, putting them in bags you find. The picture crumples in his closing hand, his fist turning red as he grips tightly, ruining the shining paper.

He slides down against the boat wall, sitting on the ground biting his tongue, stopping the feelings until you're done; until you two can leave and he can do what he needs to do. It’ll be without you, without Rick, without anyone. This needs to be done. He’ll do it.

“Daryl,” you call out, not facing him, collecting the bags. “I think I counted 32, but it could be 40… I think there’s smaller ones by the wheel and I didn’t even get the swords yet. If there's about the same number on the other two, there could be maybe over 100 new weapons,” you gasp with disbelief. “Were the other two like this?“

You we’re relieved, you knew it was a dumb plan, but you came out of it with a win; it was worth it. “Daryl, come on-” you turn to him now, “oh.”

You almost couldn’t see his eyes with how much more narrow he made them, they were practically closed and his face was down. You wondered if this was the moment you would first see him cry: his lip quivered, his face was as red as his fists, and he wouldn’t look in your direction, his head was basically to the wall as you started to walk to him.

Your movements are slow as you kneel down to the corner in which he sat. You place fingers along his jaw until your whole hand wraps around the area. Your strokes are gentle, feeling the bristles of his beard on your palm. He had been so angry since he returned, hell bent on war and death, but you remembered… he must have also been so sad, so depressed too. Poor boy, you thought. Poor boy, you forgot; in some ways, he still was just a boy.

You turn his cheek to face you, but his eyes don’t dare meet yours as a few tears start rolling out. Your own emerge too. It’s heartbreaking to see him like this.

You put your forehead to his, your nose rubbing against his own, “I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

You come even closer. Your lips lightly touch his, you’re tentative at first, not knowing if it was right, but then you feel his brush against yours just as light. You decide to move in, your lips parting his own as you kiss him.

Your tongue goes into his mouth, your hand raising his chin, you’re so delicate. He holds your shoulder, you lean into his bent body and your other hand slides against his chest. You’re both still wet and cold, but his heart beats warmly.

His head leans up against the wall as you push yourself further onto his lips. You hold his shoulders and he allows you to slide him down.

You look up at him, your hands on his shirt. This is not how you expected today to go. “Is this okay?” You ask softly. His nod is just as soft, you almost don’t see it, but his hands are lightly on top of your own as you unbutton his shirt, he lets you. It’s okay.

He’s unbuckling his belt now, pushing his pants down and your top goes over your head. He starts to unbutton your own jeans. It’s quiet except for your breaths, and the clinking of belts, and the undoing of zippers.

You pull him out a little more from the corner so you can straddle him. You start grinding your hips down into him and he pushes into your clit with his finger, circling it. The bit of warmness you felt below before is now almost pooling out instantly from just the littlest touches. Your back arches, you haven’t felt him in so, so long. You gasp and it accidentally turns into a moan. You’re so needy for it, but you remember: you want to help him.

Your hands move down to his stomach, your lips kiss his neck as your hands travels up to his chest and then back down, you start kissing him everywhere there as you do so, breathing him in, it makes him fidgety, little gruff sounds irruption from his throat, he’s trying to keep it in. Then you got even lower: you kiss down his cock until you’re at the tip. You lick at the pre-cum there. You put just a little bit of him inside your mouth, sucking, stroking the rest of it. His exhale comes out as a shaky gasp, he whimpers slightly.

Finally, you move back up and line yourself up with him, sinking down slowly as you look him in the eyes. You can’t help it, you start to ride him immediately thereafter. The stretch feels so good and so big and full as if you’ve never felt him before. Your moan is light and airy, you missed him. And he groans, “-ugh, fuck” and moans, “uh- mm- argh,” right after you do so. He missed you. You know that now, it makes you smile.

You lean up against him slightly. His mouth parted and you speak into it, your breast brushing against him as you rolled onto him, your stomached touching a bit. “I’ve got you,” you pant into his mouth, he’s panting too, “always.”

He holds onto your hips as you go faster, you’re holding onto his shoulders. “Does it feel good?” You kiss him right after you ask, his tongue going to the top of your mouth, sliding in wet and deliciously, it’s everything you’ve waited for. He hums into you as a response. You feel his dick twitch as your pussy grips on him tighter.

You feel like you both could be close until he starts kissing you more fiercely. His tongue only slipping in slightly as he pecks your lips, he bites down slightly, then kissing you deeply again. Then he turns you over. You’re under him now. His hands go right by your ears, flat on the ground and he thrusts into you. Hard. It almost hurts, you can’t lie. He’s grunting, short and quick, but his rasp, and his hair flying as he quickens the pace, and the fact that pain is slowly turning into pleasure… you’re fine with it. If this is what he needs, you’re fine with it.

His next grunt is almost a yell, it’s like a battle cry. He’s angry and you know it. You hold onto his flex arms tenderly, caressing him, silently telling him you’re there, but you allow him to continue.

His movements are faster now. More irate. His body comes closer to yours, but his movements do not stop their force. His thrusts feels like poundings, you feel like the floor is moving, maybe the boat is rocking, the bags jump with it.

He looks at your screwed shut eyes as one of his hands comes to touch your chest. Trailing your breast, then to the bottom of your stomach, staying there, pressing down, feeling himself inside of you has he shoves himself up and in, he’s deep, so deep. “Mmm,” You’re whining now, “-uuh.” It makes his eyes lighten, he’s humming, low and gruff and continuous, stuttering into you, eyes open waiting to see you come so then he can. It’s right there for him, but he wants to see you, he needs it.

Your moan mixes into a whine, “Daryl please,” you beg, “Daryl please- it’s- it’s too much, it hurts,” it makes him go even faster, and he can’t help himself as he comes in you first, sighing as he does so, but it’s exactly what you need to come undone yourself.

You grab the back of his neck, holding it close to you as you squeeze your arms around him and he does the same to your waist.

You both try to calm your breaths, “Never leave me again,” you say into his ear, breathing roughly. “Please.”

“Never.” He looks at you right in the eye when repeats it, “Never.” He wipes the tears from your face as you both nod, affirming a new promise to each other. “We’ll win. Together.”

After laying for a few moments, just looking at each other, he goes to the bathroom to find a washcloth, warming it with water, helping you clean up. He takes your hand so you can start doing it yourself and he kisses your forehead before he starts to get dressed. “I’ll be back.”

Soon enough, you hear the engine in the front start to rev up. He got it to work.

“You can drive a boat?”

“Gonna learn.” He turns to you, pulling you in front resting your hands on the wheel while he stands behind, his arms over your own. “We both are.”

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Rin!! What kinds of role-plays do you think each member likes, or is their favorite? From plot, to costumes, and all of that. Like maid/mistress, boss/employee, nurse/patient, professor/student, officer/prisoner, etc.

what a fun question hehe i had a good time thinking of these 😽

chan - this is almost solely bc of that one fancall where he told a stay “please arrest me” lmao but officer/prisoner! i can see channie leaning into his cheekier side for this and purposely dodging your questions w a playful giggle, grinning up at you and whining “i don’t know~” all airheaded and innocent. but he also fits the obedient role perfectly. he’d go absolutely crazy for scenes where you’re “interrogating” him while he’s tied to a chair, completely at ur mercy as you give him head or ride him until he can’t form a coherent sentence. he’d also love being handcuffed and bent over the interrogation desk as a way to “get information” from him

lino - strangers! this is the perfect roleplay for minho bc he loves to tease and seduce you. he loves the chase, but at the same time he’s very guarded and wouldn’t actually want to give himself to someone he doesn’t know. so pretending to be strangers who meet out in public, striking up a convo, flirting w each other and working each other up until you take him back to “your place” excites him like nothing else. he’d pull out all his charms like he’s really trying to win you over, and he definitely turns his bratting up to a 100 too. he might even pretend to flirt w others just to see how long you can keep up the act before dragging him home and fucking him senseless. he’s so passionate n obsessive he really makes it feel like you’re discovering each other’s bodies for the first time

binnie - royalty/knight!!! oh i think binnie would absolutely love playing out any role that involves him being your loyal protector or bodyguard of some sort. it makes him feel so strong and proud while simultaneously getting to serve you, meeting your every beck and call without question…he’s your valiant knight who everyone fears but falls to his knees for you in an instant. he’ll kneel at your bedside to give you head or even offer to be your “throne” himself. he loves to worship your body and and will gush abt how he’d do anything for you and let you use him however you please, as long as he gets to be by your side. he also loves to hear you say how brave and strong he is and how good he makes you feel, like he was made only for your pleasure~

hyunjin - photographer/model or artist/muse! in the case of photography he’d like to be the model w you in charge of his photoshoot, snapping pictures of him and ordering him to take certain poses, gradually getting more suggestive w them and telling him to remove more clothes. he’d be so cute playing coy when you tell him to spread his legs and lean back so you can capture just how hard he’s become. his favorite is when you take pictures before and after completely wrecking him. for artist/muse, you’re his muse! it starts out innocent enough w him shyly admiring you as he paints you, until he slowly lets his imagination wander to bad places and you catch the twitching bulge in his pants. ofc it ends w you teaching him a lesson for being such a pathetic pervert

jisung - nurse/patient! hannie adores this type of roleplay bc it’s the perfect excuse for him to be coddled and cared for to his heart’s content. he really plays up the role of your helpless patient who’s in such a weak state that the only thing that can nurse him back to health is you <3 you can also add an inspection kink into the mix, w you carefully examining every part of his body as he gets progressively squirmier and more turned on basking in your attention until he’s leaking through his hospital gown. you press your hand to his hot face and murmur sympathetically that he’s definitely got a terrible fever, and you have just the cure~ the only way to get rid of all the pain in his body is to drown him in pleasure instead

felix - maid/mistress! he gets so excited abt dressing up in a cute classic maid outfit w thigh highs and a frilly headband! he loves feeling your eyes glued to him as he cleans up around you, barely holding back his giggles when he bends over so you can catch a glimpse of the lingerie he’s wearing under his skirt. he really plays up the innocent act to pretend like he’s seducing you completely on accident, and he’d be sooo surprised when you flip his skirt up and bend him over the coffee table. he’d also love to do his chores w a vibrating plug inside of him that you have the remote for, so you can turn up the setting while he’s carrying a tray to make his shaky hands drop it or make him knock over a vase bc his knees buckled, then punish him for being so clumsy

seungmin - boss/employee! smth abt seungmo fits that disciplined workplace sub so well. he buys the most well-tailored suit that fits his body proportions so perfectly so he can look irresistible for you as he carries out all the tasks you give him. it can go one of two ways, w him being a model employee who gets called into your office to be rewarded by you for always performing so well, or he could get punished for making mistakes, even smth as small as dropping a stack of important files or spilling coffee. either way he ends up on his knees for you, legs spread as you step on his bulge through his slacks, or kneeling under your desk to give you head as you work <3 he esp loves when you “take phonecalls” while fucking him

jeongin - professor/college student! this makes for the perfect scenario to incorporate corruption/dumbification which both fit innie so well. sometimes you play out the cliche of him being a desperate, failing student who’s willing to do anything to pass your class. he plays the role insanely well, so wide-eyed and nervous, but very eager to prove himself to you and do whatever you ask of him to earn a good grade. he starts off acting so innocent, stammering out things like “are you sure this is okay? it’s so dirty” but by the end of it he’s on your desk sweaty and covered in his own cum and still moaning for more. he’d also love scenarios where you’re actually teaching him, showing him how to give head properly, where to touch you, how to move his hips and fuck you like a good boy <3

#ask #💌 skz #alternate answer for channie…predator/prey 🙏 but maybe that’s bc the idea of chasing channie through the woods is very #well 😸 #now playing howl by florence and the machine

[thejujvtsupost]

Getting fucked into sub space with Toji 👀

✨ Subspace ✨

GOOD LAWD ANON I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK- someone bring me the fainting couch asap 😩

Notes: F!reader, praise kink, sub space, proper bdsm etiquette, unprotected sex, overstim- honestly this is just horny. Sorry not sorry.

“You got one more for me, don’t ya? I can feel you squeezing baby, c’mon.”

Three times. You already came three times and he didn’t care that he hadn’t come once. But that was Toji, he was a little obsessed with you. He was obsessed with making you come, seeing your fucked out expression when you clenched and fluttered around him like you were made to take his cock.

You whine, you wanted to respond but you can’t say much aside from your whimpers that vaguely sound like ‘please’- not that you’re aware you’re making any noise in the first place. He’s rubbing your clit in gentle little circles, a complete contrast to his unforgiving, near animalistic thrusts into your sweet spot. All you know is it hurts so good and you’re gonna be sore but the pleasure is otherworldly.

“Yeah that’s right baby, let it go. I gotcha, come for me. ‘Need that pretty little cunt of yours t’come on my cock. Fuckkkk-”

He’s spilling into you as you squirt, you actually squirted; something you’d never done before. Your brain wasn’t registering anything after that for a long time- or maybe a few minutes? It didn’t matter.

Toji stayed inside of you as he came down, you were still fluttering around him like you needed him to stay- he wanted to despite the light overstimulation he felt; but it was more important he switched his focus. You needed him to be responsible and take care of you in such a vulnerable state.

You were boneless, and Toji took pride in your inability to do anything. He sat against the headboard and pulled you between his legs to surround you in himself.

With your body laid against his chest, the water from the nightstand was brought to your lips. You were given a kiss on your temple with simple order to “take a drink baby” while he held the glass. Coming inside of you was a close second, but taking care of you like this was his favorite part.

“You did so good f’me, so good. Love you so much. Followed all my directions like a good girl.” He reassured you, Toji always whispers so softly when you’re in the clouds, he doesn’t want to burst your bubble or trigger a drop by being abrasive or loud. You trusted him with this side of you and he took it to heart.

“When you’re ready we’ll take a hot bath and clean up, just drift off for now. I’ll handle everything.”

He was the best at aftercare, it was what he looked forward to the most.

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[tomieafterdark]

neow... im gonna need a p 2 of this cuzzzz...

pairing: fem!reader x bully!Eren

cw: use of brat, good girl and princess, fingering (anal and vaginal), exhibitionism (did I even spell that right..).

part one 🍧

masterlist 🍒

…part two 💌

You were just staring at the floor. That idiot Eren really went and got a janitor when he could’ve pulled you out himself, you are sure you flashed the janitor a few times wile they were getting you out…“And why isn’t me leaving you alone, I’m out now he can leave…” you thought to yourself.

Eren was enjoying the shame and shock on your face, the look of trying to process what had just happened and simultaneously wanting to run away and never think about what happened. He wanted more, what had happened didn’t satisfy him it just awakened something more terrible and sadistic in him.

The janitor looks at Eren with a concerned look. “Is she okay now..?”

Eren puts on his nice fellow student mask and it has the janitor so fooled. “Yeah, I think she will be okay but I should probably drive her home.”

“Yes you do that, you’re such a good classmate looking out for her. We need more students like you” the janitor says and smiles at Eren.

“Come on y/n. I’ll drive you home. You can’t walk home like this, you’re a mess.” He coos at you with his gross fake concern that somehow has the whole world fooled. If they only knew..

Somehow Eren and the Janitor force you to go home with Eren. It’s so uncomfortable to walk with him especially because it got so windy suddenly, fuck even the wind gods seem to be on his side today because sometimes the wind blows too hard lifting your skirt up giving Eren a perfect view as he walks behind you.

“Alright Eren which one is your dumb car?” You say as you glare at him.

He just smirks in return, walks up to his car and opens the door for you. “Get in princess.”

Eren calling you princess makes you want to squeeze your legs together, it makes you want to grind on something or someone..

“Y/n how long do you want me to hold this fucking door for you? Get in brat.”

You quickly get in and put on your seatbelt, his car is nice inside and out you gotta give him that.

“You like?” Eren smirks at you.

“Guess it’s okay” you reply in an uninterested tone.

“Such a brat, is it not expensive enough for you? Want me to drive home and pick another car?”

You had almost forgotten how rich this asshole was thanks to his dads medicine company, he bought cars like they were cheap toys. After driving out of the college parking lot and general town area, he drives off to the highway. You’re kind of panicked because you really want to go home. “Eren what the fuck I live 10 mins from the college why are we on the highway?”

“Y/n I had so much fun with you today, I just didn’t want our day to end so soon. We should seriously get to know each other more..” that last bit of his sentence sent chills down your spine. It made you feel hazy but remembering how deep his fingers reached earlier and the orgasm you had makes you squeeze your legs again.

Before you can think any further, he speeds up to 125 miles per hour, with cars everywhere on the highway rendering you quite speechless. You’re grasping onto anything in the car at this point, Eren is anything but a safe driver. You shoot him a worried look, but in return he just gives you a cold look and drives faster.

“Eren!” You finally get out. “You’re gonna get us in an accident what the fuck, and stop slaloming between the cars at such a high speed!! Are you trying to die today and bring me with you??”

“Relax y/n. I’d never put you in any danger..” he replies in a cold tone as he puts a hand on your knee while continuing to drive faster and faster. That hand on your knee has your bare pussy clenching and dripping. You remember that idiot took your thong earlier and pray to whoever is listening that you don’t drip all over the seat.

Eren knows exactly what you’re feeling, he’s done this with plenty of girls before. He knows for a fact you’ll drip all over the place, it’s exactly what he wants.

You both suddenly hear police sirens, Eren’s wild ride seems to end here. You’re so relieved, maybe they’ll offer to drive you home since Eren broke so many traffic rules on the highway alone..

He drives off to the side of the road as the police car follows. You feel so relieved and happy when you see the officer get out and come up to Eren’s window.

“Oh Mr.Yeager..how are you doing on this lovely evening?” The officer says, completely dismissing what Eren just did. You wait and see, maybe he is just being nice before the big blow?

“I’m good, we’re both good actually he says and gives a nod to your direction. I’m just driving my friend here to the Taco Bell outside of town, they have the new wild cherry slush and she really wants it.” You want to scream and yell, tell them it’s not true and point out the obvious: he can’t fucking drive safely.. but you just stare at the road ahead of in shock you because you can’t believe how everyone is so up Eren’s ass.

“Alright, just drive safely there Mr.Yeager.” The officer smiles.

Eren hands him an envelope, and the officers face lights up. “Yeah I’ll drive slowly, thank you officer. Have a good evening.”

“You too, say hello to your dad from me!” Is the last thing the officer says as he walks back to his car and soon drives off into the distance. Eren just looks at you with a sadistic look, like he knows he has power over everyone, like he knows you’ve realised that by now.

He essentially drives off the highway, and intentionally picks the worst road to your destination. It’s an old road with lots of bumps and not a car in sight. He drives slow at first but speeds up little by little, every bump causing you to jump in your seat. The bumping turns constant and you start to feel strange sensations from it, you almost let a moan out.

Eren is liking this way too much, the way your beautiful tits jiggle with each bump, the look on your face when the bumping starts to feel a little too good.

You try to keep quiet and pretend you’re not getting more wet as every second passes, pretending you’re not longing for his fingers stretching you out with every bump. You see the Taco Bell logo in the distance. It’s over soon, you push back all the desires and pent up energy. You’d be home soon, you just get that stupid slush with Eren and then this would be over.

The line in the driveway is long. It must be all those new products, this is the only Taco Bell in the area that has gotten them so far. While you wait in line, Eren tells you to unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on his thigh. You’re so tired you just do as you’re told, what else could you even do now?

When you get up to sit on him he glances at your seat, it’s glistening. You really were dripping. He gladly guides your hips back and forth as you’re on his thigh, causing you to moan out. You’re so frustrated, he can feel your pussy clenching on his thigh.

Eren is not nice enough to let you cum yet, not like this. He keeps teasing you on his thighs, with you whimpering and letting out small pleads and begging for him to let you cum. He just keeps toying with you. But when it’s your turn to order, he has you pushing your head out the car window telling you to order two wild cherry slushes and whatever else you want.

“Welcome to Taco Bell what can I get you?”

Just as you’re about to reply, he sticks two fingers in your wet dripping cunt causing you to moan in reply.

“I didn’t quite get that! What would you guys like to order??”

Eren is playing with your clit while stretching your cunt out with his two long and big fingers. You’re clenching on his fingers, with legs shaking. You can barely keep your balance at this point, you feel close to having the same orgasm as you had earlier in the locker. But he stops and lets you order, not because he is nice but this wouldn’t be embarrassing enough.

“T-two wild cherry slushes please.”

“Will that be all then?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Alright head on over to the next window then!”

Eren hands you his card and tells you to pay and get the slushes, in the same exact position you’re in right now. Your heart drops, surely he couldn’t have planned to make you cum in front of the Taco Bell workers?? You feel his fingers digging deep inside you again as his other fingers work your clit. You just want to sink down on his fingers, they feel so fucking good.

“E-eren” you whimper.

“Focus on the order princess you can cry out for me later.” He says coldly.

And now you’re at the next window, just as you’re about to hand them Eren’s card you have a clitoral orgasm causing you to tremble and almost drop the card. The workers are not blind or stupid they know exactly what he is doing to you, they just roll their eyes and focus on the task. You’re so fucking embarrassed, but as they take time with the order your attention is back fully on Eren.

“I can’t take this- Eren please!” You cry out silently so no one can hear you.

Eren slaps your ass really hard in return. “Focus on the order and stop being a brat or I’ll make this even harder for you.” He shoves a finger in your ass while continuing to dig in your cunt.

You feel so close, you can hear your own cunt and the squelching sounds. What really does it is when he shoves a third finger in, stretching you out so good you nearly lost your mind. When the Taco Bell worker hands you Eren’s card and your order you gush all over Eren. You can’t hold it in.

“Aa-h! T-thank you- aah!” You say pretending nothing is going on even though the worker can clearly hear what Eren is doing. To make it worse he slaps your ass hard one last time before driving off causing you to moan and cuss. “Such a goor girl, handling the order all by yourself.” He smirks. You’re still shaking from the orgasm you just had, brain so empty you barely hear what else he is saying to you. You just want to sit down.

Before you do anything Eren cleans you and the seat up as much as he can, and hands you a slush. The slush was perfect after what just happened, it’s calm cold and relaxing.

You didn’t even notice how late it was, how dark it was outside. Your mother must be so worried.

“I have to call my mom..Eren where did you put my bag??”

“Don’t worry princess I told her you’ll be staying over at my place for the night” he smirks.

“So where’s my phone?? Can I have it??”

“Enjoy your slush y/n, stop stressing about your phone.”

You end up just enjoying the ride, you had a long day and this slush was really good. Nice job Taco Bell you think to yourself as you start to relax and just enjoy the moment.

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[v4mpgutz]

Non-gf ethan angst? Love ur writing btwww ur theme is so adorable aaaaa

This is Me Trying, Ethan Landry

[ ONESHOT ]

— first of all thank you sm i shed a tear lmao and second of all i wasn't entirely sure what kind of ethan angst you wanted so i just based it off of the last headcanon in lover !! :]

non-ghostface ethan landry x gender neutral reader

warnings ! — angst, implied child neglect, hair-pulling as a form of self-harm/self-punishment, miscommunication

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ethan noticed almost immediately when you began to slowly drift from him. it wasn't on purpose, of course, and you weren't even aware of this fact. you'd began texting him less and less during the week and stopped calling him. he became anxious, his leg bouncing and mind drifting during classes. did he do something to upset you?

he chewed his lip anxiously as he made his way up to your apartment, his hands clenching into fists and unclenching as they grew clammy. his head was running a thousand miles a minute and he dreaded what he would find.

he knocked gently on your door with the back of his knuckles, his curls slightly matted to his forehead as sweat formed along his hairline. he stood there, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited for you to answer.

you opened the door, a blank look on your face as it hadn't even registered in your head that your boyfriend was standing at your door.

"what?" you asked, voice monotone.

ethan's face paled and he felt his heart sink to his stomach, "am.. am i bothering you?" he asked. his hands shook at his sides and he looked into your eyes.

you shook your head, face lighting up as you finally noticed the person at the door was your curly-haired boyfriend.

"ethan!" you exclaimed and pulled him into your apartment. "no, you aren't bothering me. sorry, i was working on an assignment."

he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he followed you to sit at your dining table. you seemed to be acting normal... but then why had you been so distant? were you sick of him? were you preparing to break up with him? even worse — had you found someone better?

you furrowed your brows in concern as you'd been telling him about your assignment, though he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"ethan?" you called his name softly, holding one of his hands in your own. "eth? baby," you patted his cheek gently and he flinched before looking over to you.

"hm? sorry.. what were you saying?" he looked to be in a daze and his eyes were watery, a soft pout on his lips.

you chewed the inside of your cheek and sighed. "okay, what's wrong?"

he shook his head, his hands extended outward as he shook them too. "noth— nothing's wrong! i'm fine. i'm okay."

you weren't convinced and judging by the tone he used and the way tears threatened to spill over his waterline, it didn't look like he was convinced either. you took a deep breath and reached a hand out to touch his cheek, a thumb rubbing over his cheekbone gently.

"eth? what's the matter?" you pressed on, worried about him. he tended to keep these things to himself, afraid nobody else would care. "you can tell me, hm?"

he blinked, tears beginning to run down his face and he looked down at his lap, his arms coming up to rest his elbows on the table. his hands found their way to his hair and his fingers weaved their way into the soft curls.

"i— did..." he took a shaky breath in and choked out his words. you knew he was trying to stop crying in front of you. "are you tired of me?" he asked you, his fingers gripping his curls a little tighter.

"what do you mean, love?" you looked confused, asking him this but keeping an eye on the way he gripped his hair and scalp. it was a little more than concerning now.

"you don't want to do things with me anymore, right? i was being too much for you. just like he said." he mumbled, his fingers tugging at his hair aggressively. he sniffled and sobbed, you couldn't help but compare him to a kicked puppy.

you shook your head, your hands slowly reaching up to touch the back of his.

"that isn't true, ethan. hey, let go for me, okay?" you gently tried to pry his fingers away from his hair, as to not hurt him even more. his hands shook as you get them away and they fell back down to his sides. his face looked blank but he didn't stop crying.

you got up from your chair and took the two steps over to kneel in front of him, one hand on his knee and the other cupping his jaw.

"hey," you called and his eyes made contact with yours. "ethan landry — that is not true. you aren't too much, okay? i've just been busy with classes this week." you sighed, knowing this would happen. you knew it was your fault, he tended to pay attention to peoples' schedules — especially yours — so of course that's what he would assume if you weren't speaking to him as much.

"i should've told you from the beginning, it isn't your fault. it's okay, baby," you stood up and hugged him, his face being in your stomach due to him still sitting down.

he let out small whimpers as he attempted to muffle his cries, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer.

you shushed him softly and smoothed his hair down, fixing the curls back into place.

"i love you, okay?" you reassured him as you leant down to kiss his head. "okay?" you asked when he didn't respond, seemingly thinking over whether he should believe you or not.

finally, he nodded and hugged you tighter.

"i love you too."

i love him sm omg :(

hes my little beloved i will give him anything he wants istg

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[hotchs-big-hands]

how do you think hotch would react to a partner who's into cnc🫣? would he shoot it down, have strict limits about it (like somnophilia only), or be open to roleplaying rougher situations?

cuz the thought of him fucking you awake is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤 the weight of him on top of you, hips roughly thrusting into you as he chases his own pleasure and uses you as a toy🫠 if you wake up and start whining about it he'd be so mean telling you to shut up and be his good little toy and take it

or if he heard you moaning and whimpering in your sleep for him he'd be so soft, deep thrusts as he praises you for being a good girl and taking him so well even when you're sleeping

YASSSSS honestly I think if you sit him down and have a conversation about it with him, explaining how things would go then I think he would be willing to listen. He's rly strict tho like he's adamant on you setting up boundaries, safe words, even certain hand or leg taps on the bed/couch etc that mean STOP. Cuz he doesn't want to be like the mfs he spends his job chasing and catching yknow?

WITH THAT SAID my godddddddddd he comes home from work super late sometimes, and you look oh so pretty lay there asleep that he just has to touch you. He'll carefully spread your legs and slide your panties or shorts to the side as you sleep so he can gently graze his finger along your slit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 licks his fingers so he can help you get slick enough for him to push his straining cock inside your pretty little pussy.

He'll swear under his breath, fuckk he wanted to be gentle and discreet but you'd be squeezing around his aching cock sooo good that he just has to begin to thrust hard. He's laying fully on top of you, bottoming out with every thrust, your skin slapping against his. And then you'd stir, confused whines escaping you as you try to move. But he'll push your head back down on the pillows roughly, grunting as he thrusts harder.

"Don't fucking move. Just lay there all pretty and fucking take it." He'll spit, the sound of skin slapping getting louder with the increase of his pace. All you can do is writhe and let him use you like a fucking fleshlight, daddy's personal sex toy 🤤🤤🤤 and when he cums he will press his whole weight on top of you, chest to your chest(or back) and groan deep and guttural, pumping thick ropes of cum deeeep inside your poor little pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 what a good toy you are for daddy...

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[mrscarmenbearzatto]

Sooo here’s a small request: I’ve been thinking about an established relationship and the reader getting pregnant. But I want to see how the reader and Carmy are finding out together, maybe the reader feeling sick for a week and then she finds out her period is late and they will talk together about it and doing that test together

OOOH i love talking about this oh my gosh stop IMAGINE:

carm knew all week that you'd been sick. he tried making things or getting you foods that could help (rice, sweet potatoes, bananas, mashed potatoes, etc) but nothing seemed to really work. you and him had just summed it up to a stomach bug. they were common this time of the year, and while it was unfortunate, you didnt think much of it

until..

your period was late. you were rarely late, and even if you were that could be summed up to stress. now you were almost a week late, and it wasn't as if you and carm hadn't done some things while living together.

you waited until carmen came home to talk to him about it. his first question: "are we happy about this?" he'd tell you whatever you wanted to do, he'd support it. but he said it'd be smart to get a pregnancy test first.

he waits outside of the bathroom door as you take it, and then comes in to wait with you. hugging you, telling you whatever the results said, he's by your side.

AND THEN THEY ARE POSITIVE AND HE IS A WRECK. like he was still being strong for you but even then! he's so nervous about being a dad. but he's the kind of husband / boyfriend to take care of everything. vitamins, appointments in case you forget, making sure the nursery is set up. and obviously his chef experience comes in, he's got your cravings down like he's making them whenever <3

ugh i love him

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