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munson-blurbs · 10 months ago

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Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.

A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire 🥰

WC: 3.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers

Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice 🌶️🌶️ Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,” you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, “and then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.”

“Right,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. “And, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?”

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, he’d likely double down.

“We’re testing for the presence of oxygen,” you say with as much patience as you can muster. “And you need to wear safety goggles.”

He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. “You need to wear safety goggles.”

He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.

“I’m serious.”

Eddie scoffs. “Please. We’re not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and I’m not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.”

“Whatever.” But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.

“So just li—seriously?” You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?

“What?” He asks with a smirk. “There’s, like, a million of these left. I’ll use the next one for the experiment thingy.”

He doesn’t get that far; Ms. O’Donnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principal’s office.

Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.

Last week, it was because he’d kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, he’d blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carver’s ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.

You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.

What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasn’t your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parents’ liquor cabinet alone.

Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steve’s house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.

Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; you’re grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.

“Heather, hi!” You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. “How’s college?”

Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodka’s pungency. “Way better than high school,” she says with a laugh. “I’m taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.”

You raise your glass in a mock toast. “Maybe you could take mine. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

She laughs. “Can’t be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.”

Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.

Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If he’s coming into the kitchen, it’s the last place you want to be.

The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol you’ve taken sloshing around in your stomach. It’s hard to tell where you’re going or even what direction you’re going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.

Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.

“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, as if it’s supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.

“Was better a second ago,” you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.

Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.

A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.

“Let go,” you seethe. The words are biting, but you’re a chihuahua up against a doberman.

Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.

You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.

Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. “Let her go,” he says, a slight rasp in his tone.

The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. “Shouldn’t you be worshiping Satan’s asshole, Freak?”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping Tommy’s? Or does he only worship yours?”

A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. “If you don’t fuck off in the next three seconds, I’ll kick you ass so hard that your uncle won’t even be able to identify your body.”

Eddie smirks. “One…two—”

Billy’s fist crashes into Eddie’s cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billy’s abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.

Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing it’s no use getting in the middle of their brawl. Someone—Tommy H, maybe—is chanting “fight!” and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.

Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “Maybe next time, you’ll mind your fucking business,” he spits through his split lip—one of the few punches Eddie managed to land.

His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billy’s parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesn’t seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. He’ll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billy’s balls though.

Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood that’s trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. He’s been hurt worse than this?

Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddie’s. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.

In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom that’s not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol they’ve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like it’s been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.

Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.

“Ah, here we are,” you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. “It’s not so bad,” you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. “The face just bleeds more because—”

“Because the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,” Eddie finishes for you.

“Wow,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him. “I’m impressed.”

“We are in the same science class, you know,” Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.

“I thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,” you joke back. There’s silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. “Why are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?”

“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. “Something like that.”

“Got the hots for O’Donnell?”

He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. “Fuck, no!” He shakes his head. “She looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew.”

“You were the one who suggested I’m into her,” Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.

“I didn’t make you compare her to a—”

A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, “not the punch!”

“We’re probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,” Eddie says softly, “unless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.”

“I think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.” To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut you’d previously missed. “Besides, I wanna know what’s suddenly got you showing up to class.”

Eddie’s eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than he’d like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. “You.” He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. “Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.”

“W-Wait.” You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. “I’m the reason …?”

He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. “Does that make things…does that make you feel weird?” Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.

All you can do is shake your head. “No. It makes things…good.” Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. It’s a prank, his way of getting back at you for—

A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. “And now?”

“Still good. Better, actually.” Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, “will it hurt if I kiss you?”

“Don’t care.”

Despite him not caring, you certainly care if you’re going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. It’s not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you would’ve considered romantic before, but right now it’s the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.

Your body buzzes when Eddie’s tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.

Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.

“Mhm.” His smile threatens to break the kiss. “That’s it.”

You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.

Eddie’s hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch him—over his boxers, but not as gently as he touches you—makes you even wetter.

“Gotta have you.” He toys with your waistband but doesn’t explore further until he hears your ‘yes,’ pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. “Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.

The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. “Every time you say my name from now on,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna think about this.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” It’s part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.

One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. “Careful, or I’ll—”

He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billy’s eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupied—and by whom.

The intrusion startles you as well, but you’re much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.

“Get the fuck out!” you hiss.

Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until you’d spoken up. It’s clear she’s had quite a few more drinks since you’d seen her in the kitchen.

Whether it’s the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesn’t make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.

“Jesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isn’t moaning his name?” Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. “The lady said out. Now.”

Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.

Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. “Do me a favor, honey?” His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. “Turn around so you’re facing the mirror.”

You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and you’re out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, you’re determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.

“Be a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.” Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. “You got wetter when I called you a good girl, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.

A teasing pout graces Eddie’s lips. “Such a good girl. And only for me.”

“Only for you,” you echo.

He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. “Gotta be inside you,” he growls. “Gotta fuckin’ feel what a good girl you are.”

The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that you’re supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.

When you lift your head, you’re greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.

“Atta girl,” he praises.

At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. “Pussy’s even tighter than I imagined.”

The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They can’t buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.

He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. “Look at yourself,” he growls his reminder. “Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.”

You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddie’s lust-filled expression along with your own. He’s even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.

“Say it.” His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.

“S-Say what?” Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak you’d never before reached.

“That you’re beautiful.” He tugs you even closer to him, and there’s no mistaking his dominance for anything else. “So—goddamn—beautiful.”

You follow his order without a second thought. “I’m b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.”

Eddie’s hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. “That’s it; that’s my good girl.” Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.

One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: ��your good girl.”

“Oh, fuck.” Everything is you—you and him together, and it drives him to the edge. “You…you gotta…’m so close,” he rambles.

“Me, too.” Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. It’s so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. “Eddie, oh, Eddie.”

He spills into you with a cry of your name. “H-ohmygod, holy fuckin’ shit.” His thrusts don’t stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.

Eddie’s chest presses against your back, but he’s careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.

A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddie’s hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.

“You with me?” Eddie’s worn-out voice asks you.

“Mhmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. “Don’t wanna move.”

Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.

The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain won’t be able to rest until it has an answer.

“Uh, Eddie?” you ask once you’ve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that you’ve had me you won’t have a reason to anymore?” You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.

Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. “I wouldn’t sit through O’Donnell’s class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If I’m gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then there’s a damn good reason I’m sitting my ass in that classroom.” With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a moment’s hesitation, cups your face in his hands. “Can I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?”

A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But you’re quick to let him in on what you found amusing.

“You mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harrington’s house isn’t the typical way romances start?”

A grin slowly slides across Eddie’s mouth and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.

“A romance, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “If I’d known that’s what this was, I would’ve at least fucked you in a guest room.”

You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. “How about for round two?”

Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:

“You read my mind, Beautiful.”

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holdmytesseract · 4 months ago

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dad-to-be!Daryl absolutely pampering reader. She's just started experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions and she's scared about the real deal happening soon, so Daryl takes it upon himself to help her relieve some stress. Bathing her, making her food—or, well, trying to—painting her nails with some nail polish he got from Maggie or someone, etc. just sweet Daryl all around.

Love you if you write this, love you if you don't! Don't feel pressured at all, love 💜

In This Together

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Starting to experience Braxton Hicks, your archer is more than adamant to be by your side.

Warnings: usual TWD stuff? fluff, pregnancy stuff, mentions of a injury and a fight, bit angst, protective!Daryl

Set in the beginning of Season 9!

Word Count: 3,3k

a/n: Here we are. Dad-to-be!Daryl! 🥰

Thank you SO much for sending me this, @dixons-sunshine ! I LOVED writing it! 🧡 I hope you don't mind that I, uh, drifted 'off-topic' a bit. The writing department in my brain just has its own mind... 🫣

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"So... This is nothing I have to be afraid of?" You asked hesitatingly; voice still thick with concern. Siddiq gave you a bright smile, which was a clear attempt to nip your worries in the bud. "No, Y/N, absolutely not. It's perfectly normal and important to experience Braxton Hicks. And besides it's an indication that my estimations are correct. You're about twenty-eight weeks along now, I'd say - in time frame for that to happen." You nodded; finding Siddiq's reassuring words truly helpful. "O-Okay... But there's nothing I can do about it, right?" "No, sorry. You just have to go through them." You gave the doctor another nod, "Alright..." and moved to sit up on the makeshift examination table; Siddiq immediately offering you a hand to help you up - which you gladly took. "Thanks." The man smiled at you once more and stood to his feet as well; placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Just remember, it's important for your body. It's practice." "Yeah," you answered; rubbing the back of your neck. "Won't change that Daryl's gonna be worried sick... Dunno if he knows what Braxton Hicks are." Siddiq chuckled; knowing exactly what you meant. He got to know the archer way better the past months, and knew what he was 'capable' of...

"Explain it to him like I did to you. He'll understand." "Mhm, yeah, gotta try." You offered the man opposite you a last smile, patting your thigh to gain the attention of your furry, four-legged friend and headed for the door; "Thanks, Siddiq!" Dog following close behind. "Sure thing, Y/N." The doctor watched you leave, before he returned to his work.

You made your way slowly back to the basement apartment you and the archer shared. It took you about two times longer now to head from the infirmary back home; due to the pregnancy and its side effects. Your feet were swollen and hurting, just like your back now and then. It could be quite frustrating from time to time, especially when your husband wasn't around to give you endless foot rubs and massages - just like at the moment. Daryl was stationed and working at the bridge since almost two weeks now... You missed him - a lot. The daily conversations over the walkie-talkie weren't just enough anymore.

Knowing he'd be away for at least a month, he left Dog with you; trusting the faithful canine to keep you safe. He did and seemed to understand exactly what his dad asked him to do. Dog was like glued to your side; never leaving. You thought it was adorable and utterly precious.

Closing the door of the basement behind yourself and Dog, you grabbed the walkie-talkie and plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. Since the sun had started to sink, you hoped that Daryl could spare some time for you now to talk. Sure, he always did, but you hated to keep him from important things. After all, he was an important figure in this whole construction Rick and everyone else had built over the years. Daryl wasn't 'just' a right-hand-man anymore... He was a leader - and you weren't just talking about the Sanctuary.

"Daryl?" You pressed the button of the radio and called out his name, before letting go of said button again; waiting for an answer. After a few moments of silence, you tried again. "Dar? You here?"

It took the archer another few moments to answer. "Yeah, 'm here," his slightly static voice suddenly sounded from the small device in your hands; giving you a little scare. "Sorry, sunshine. Been wantin' ta get away from that bridge first 'n into my tent." He paused for a short moment.

"Everything a'right with ya two?"

You smiled; already loving to hear his voice. Dog's ears perked up as well, before he quickly joined you on the sofa and snuggled against your left leg; head resting on your thigh. Your free hand immediately went to give the canine some well-deserved head scratches.

"Hey, baby. Yeah, we're good; just missing you..." An adorable grunt could be heard from the other end. "Don get me started on how much 'm missin' my girls."

Your heart clenched at his words; bottom lip wobbling dangerously. What you would give to curl up in his arms now...

Somewhat between a sob and a laugh was escaping your lips. "Baby, you gotta stop that, or you're gonna make me cry, what in return in going to make our munchkin even more sad." "Even more sad? Whaddaya mean?" Daryl asked; his attention falling on his unborn child in concern. You smiled sadly and started to absentmindedly caress your baby bump; letting go of Dog, who was dozing peacefully.

"She's very unsettled and... antsy. I can feel it. She kicks more than usually a-and well... I think it's because she misses her daddy. She's used to hear your voice, you know, and now it's not there. Over the radio isn't the real thing..."

All you could hear for quite a few moments from 'the other end of the line' was silence. You frowned and just opened your mouth to say something, when you heard his voice again. "'M comin' home," Daryl stated. Your eyes widened. That wasn't your intention... You knew that he had to stay. Rick needed him there, but his words were also so tempting... And the fact that he was willing to drop everything just to drive back to Alexandria in order to calm his unborn daughter caused your ovaries to explode.

But you knew better, unfortunately.

"No, Daryl. You gotta stay. Rick needs you." He scoffed. "But our munchkin needs me more..." Well, damn. That was actually the truth. Valid point. "I know, baby, but I got it, okay? It's only two more weeks..." "Yeah, 's two weeks too much," he grumbled in return. "I know, but look... After that is done you won't have to leave us again until the birth. Rick promised, remember?" Daryl sighed; remembering his brother's words.

You were sure you had convinced him with that; already celebrating your victory over his stubbornness internally, when your body decided to throw a wrench in the works... Hitting you with a Braxton Hicks contraction.

Of course, you didn't see it coming - how could you? And therefore left a loud hiss your lips, followed by a small, yet painful cry, before you were even able to stop it.

You knew right away that you were screwed now. That wasn't how you planned to tell him... Fuck.

"Y/N?!" His panicked voice instantly urged to your ears. And Daryl wasn't the only one worrying... Dog had woken from his sleep by your cry; ears perked. He was wincing and repeatedly nudging you with his wet snout.

"Y/N!" "I-I'm here, Daryl," you radioed back as soon as the mild contraction subsided. Taking a deep breath, your free hand returned to the canine curled up against your side; petting his fur. "I'm okay, Dog, I'm okay..." You reassured Daryl's animal companion.

"Wha' wrong?! Are ya in pain?! Please talk ta me, woman!" You swallowed; redirecting your attention back to your worried husband. "I'm good, don't worry. It's just... I, uh, started having Braxton Hicks..." "Braxton wha'?" "Braxton Hicks... Those are, um, mild contractions. It's something that occurs between the twentieth and thirty-fifth week of pregnancy. My body is, uh, practising for the birth," you explained; biting your lip, before quickly adding: "Siddiq says it's a good thing a-and perfectly normal."

There was silence on the other end for a long moment, before the click-clacking sound of the little device in your hand announced Daryl's voice again. "'M comin' home," he stated once more; now drop-dead serious. "Packin' my stuff right now."

Damnit...

"Baby..." "Nah. Ya ain't talkin' me outta this, Y/N. Yer in pain, havin' fuckin' contractions! 'M comin' home." You sighed; knowing that starting yet another 'discussion' would be most likely fruitless. You couldn't stop him. Not again. "Imma talk ta Rick first thing in the mornin' 'n leave as soon as I can." "I won't win another argument, will I?" "Nah, ya ain't."

You sighed again, but ultimately gave in. "Alright... I'll see you tomorrow then... Be safe and drive carefully, yes?" "Of course, sunshine. Don worry 'bout me. You stay safe, ya hear me?" "Promise." "Good. I love ya. Both 'a ya." "We love you, too."

With yet another sigh, you put the walkie-talkie aside; placing it on the small coffee table in front of you. You didn't want Daryl to cut this 'mission' short just because of a few cramps, but on the other hand, you couldn't deny that you looked forward now to see him again. Two weeks felt like ages.

You smiled; cupping your baby bump once more. "You heard that, munchkin? Daddy's coming home tomorrow."

Daryl had a hard time sleeping that night - naturally. He was way too worried, and therefore just decided to spend the rest of the night on watch; waiting for the sun to rise.

Once the other people in the camp had started their day as well and the place was literally bustling with members of all the various communities, the archer sought out his brother...

"Rick." Said man was currently talking to Cindy and Beatrice from Oceanside as Daryl approached. The former policeman's eyes travelled shortly to Daryl, before he ended his conversation with the two women and shifted his attention. Cindy and Beatrice passed Daryl by; giving the archer a nod, which he answered with a curt jut of his head.

"Mornin'," Rick greeted his brother; hands on his hips. "You good?" The leader was indirectly referring to the last remains of a fight his friend had with Justin - a Savior, few days prior. Daryl had clearly won that argument, but a very prominent cut above his upper lip was the price he had to pay.

The archer put Rick off; "'M fine." quickly dismissing the topic. "But we gotta talk." Rick nodded and gestured at the huge tent only a few yards away, in which everything else got usually discussed as well. Wordlessly, Daryl followed him; stepping through the flaps of the dark green tent.

"I gotta go back home." He didn't beat around the bush. Why should he? "Y/N's experiencin' those... fake contractions, 'n the baby's very restless; givin' 'er a hard time as well. She needs me," Daryl explained; biting the inside of his bottom lip. "I know ya need me 'ere too, 'n 'm sorry, but-" "Y/N and the baby are your priority, I know," Rick interrupted the archer and gave him a smile. "As it should be, Daryl. They're your family. Go home. We got this." He nodded; head lowered. "Thanks, man." Rick smiled once more and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. "Be safe, yeah?" "Ya too."

Not even ten minutes later was Daryl kneeling beside his bike to strap his crossbow on the vehicle; ready to leave. The camp was bustling with people, and yet found him a specific pair of eyes...

"You're leaving?" Carol asked as she came to stand beside him; arms crossed over her chest. "Without saying goodbye? Shame on you." Daryl looked up, almost apologetically. "Yeah, 'm leavin'. Y/N needs me," he explained; getting to his feet. "But I was gonna say goodbye. I ain't jus' leavin' ya." A frown carved itself immediately in the woman's forehead. "Is everything alright? Y/N and the baby are fine, right?" The archer nodded. "Yeah, jus' some fake contractions 's all, but I wanna help 'er through this. 'Sides the lil' munchkin 's missin' me," he explained; shrugging his shoulders and moving to mount his bike.

Carol gave him a cheeky, yet happy smile. "I think you're the happiest I have ever seen you, you know that? It's good, pookie." "Pf," Daryl scoffed and grunted; couldn't stop his cheeks from reddening. "Stop." His best friend smiled even brighter. "No, 'cause it is a good thing. You deserve this. To be happy. You do." The smile he gave Carol then was nothing but sincere. He wasn't a man of much words, but the woman knew, of course.

Daryl started the engine and exchanged a last look with his best friend, before he drove off.

Since you knew that Daryl was returning sometime this morning, you decided to take on Michonne's watch. It took you all the convincing skills you had, but in the end gave your friend in. Some fresh air was always a good thing, right? And all you wanted was to see your husband approaching safely the gates.

You didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but you were pretty sure it had been a few hours, until you heard that familiar sound of an approaching motorcycle. Standing up from the comfortable camping chair Michonne had gotten up on the wooden tower only for you, you watched with a smile how Daryl drove up to the gates - which got immediately opened for him. The archer had seen you, of course. A short eye contact was enough to display the feelings exploding within the both of you. Especially happiness and love.

Well, it had been two long weeks...

Your husband drove past the gates; immediately turning off the engine and dismounting his beloved vehicle, while you moved to slowly climb down the wooden ladder - step after step. You were carrying precious cargo, after all. About halfway down, you suddenly felt two big palms settling firmly on your hips. "Careful, sunshine," the archer's deep, smokey voice urged to your ears. You smiled; his touch and voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Planting both feet firmly on the ground again, you immediately turned to hug the man as tight as your baby bump allowed.

"Daryl...," you breathed; inhaling his scent and fighting the tears - kudos to your hormones. "Hey, sweetheart." He held you just as firm, before he pulled back to gaze concerningly in your eyes. "Wha' were ya doin' up there?" He nodded at the watch tower. "Waiting for you, of course." Daryl grunted in clear dislike. "Ya shouldn't be up there. 'S dangerous. 'Specially alone."

You appreciated and treasured his protectiveness, but in that very moment was the watch tower the last thing you thought about.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you cupped your husband's cheek. "Shut up and kiss me." Daryl still wasn't entirely comfortable of displaying affection in public, even after all those years - what you didn't mind, of course, but in that very moment, he didn't give a fuck. The longing and the ache in his heart after having to be away from you for so long was taking over.

He grunted in fake annoyance, before he dipped his head to meet your lips halfway in a deep, longing kiss. "I missed you so much, Dar," you whispered against his lips and bestowed another sweet, short kiss upon them. "Missed ya, too, sunshine." You smiled; his cheeks still cupped by your hands, as your eyes roamed his handsome face. But your happy expression got quickly replaced by a frown as you noticed the small injury above his lips.

"Where did you get that cut, baby?" Daryl shook his head; hands squeezing your hips in a reassuring manner. "'S nothing, sweetheart. Jus' got in a fight a few days ago 's all." Your eyes darkened. "One of the Saviors?" He nodded. "Justin. He was bein' an asshole. Couldn't let tha' slip." You sighed; nodding. "Does it hurt?" Concern flamed up within you once again. "Nah. Not anymore."

You wanted to answer him, but another cramp shot through your lower abdomen; causing you to grimace. Daryl's grip tightened again on an instant. "Contraction?" "Y-Yeah..." You confirmed; luckily feeling the period cramp like pain subsiding again. "C'mon, sunshine. Let's getcha back home. 'M here fer ya two now. Ain't gonna leave again."

You weren't the only one being happy about Daryl's return. Dog was happy too; almost taking the bulky man off his feet with the force he threw himself on him; paws connecting with Daryl's broad chest. You only watched with a smile; hands supporting your baby bump.

Speaking of... The tiny girl living in your womb was ecstatic to hear her father's voice again. You could feel it. Once you had cuddled up with Daryl on the sofa, to catch up on the lost time of physical contact and conversations, you felt her move; recognising Daryl's voice and seemingly that the hands around her home weren't yours as well... Daryl was about to tell you about working at the bridge, when a tiny foot connected with the palm of his hand. "Was tha'...?" You giggled; nodding. "A foot, yep. She got super active within the last hour. She knows her daddy is back. Told you she missed you." A breathless laugh left your husband's mouth; his thumbs starting to caress the clothed skin of your stomach. "Hey in there, lil' munchkin. I missed ya too, ya know."

He received another strong kick in return.

"She's got bigger 'n stronger. I can tell." "Yeah? You think so?" You asked; turning your head to gaze at the archer over your shoulder. "Yeah. Can feel it. 'S different." You just smiled at him; loving how observing he was and cuddled further into his arms; enjoying every second of your reunion.

"Daryl?" You asked after a few minutes of pleasant silence. "Yeah?" You swallowed; picking at your nails. "Those Braxton Hicks I had the past days... They kinda, uh, gave me the creeps a little bit. I-I mean... I know now that the birth isn't very far away and that the real contractions will be way worse. That's... scaring." The archer nodded; biting the inside of his lower lip. "'M sorry 'bout that, sunshine.... Wish I could take tha' fear away, but... 'm afraid too. 'M scared of losin' ya or her, or hence even both 'a ya. But we gotta make this somehow, right? We're in this together. You 'n me. I ain't ever leavin' yer side."

To hear that Daryl had his fears as well was weirdly reassuring for you; knowing that you were truly not alone in this - in every aspect.

You laid your hands on top of Daryl's, which were still resting on your baby bump. "W-We gotta make it, yeah. You and me. Together." You felt Daryl nuzzling your neck; his goatee scratching your skin and his chapped lips aiming for a kiss. "Like we always do."

The following days and weeks were spent by the archer to help you through the Braxton Hicks contractions whenever you got hit by one, and through the pregnancy in general, of course. He was even more attentive and protective than in the beginning and was doing everything in his power to take away the stress and make you feel as comfortable as possible - which included pampering you. Endless foot rubs and back massages, running countless baths for you, getting you your latest craving - even in the middle of the night, and of course cooking food for you. The cooking wasn't always successful, but you loved the man for all the effort he put in. Daryl took you on walks around Alexandria regularly as well; making sure you'd get some fresh air. Certainly not outside the walls, but he'd accompany you everywhere you wished inside the walls.

Daryl even agreed on painting your nails, which ended in a mild disaster, but it definitely didn't fail to put a big smile on your face.

And when the tiny miracle inside you finally decided to see the light of the day and Daryl's hand was tightly locked with yours as you went through labour, you knew that everything would be alright, because you got Daryl and Daryl got you.

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yinemw · 2 months ago

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𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

context: this is the part two to this post, in which Toji is ready to take the next step 🥰 (female reader)

warnings: swearing

characters: Toji Fushiguro from JJK

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“Got your lunchbox?”

“Mhm” Megumi nods as he looks through his school bag, hands digging through the books to see his blue lunchbox at the bottom of the bag.

“Got your water bottle?”

“Mhm” he hums yet again when he spots the water bottle filled with his favorite juice.

“Got your school project?” You ask lastly, knowing the school project you and Toji had been helping him with was still in his room.

Not finding it, Megumi quickly runs up to his bedroom to retrieve the project, almost tripping on his way up the stairs. “I got it!” He says on his way down, stuffing it in his bag.

“Come on brat, bus is leaving soon” Toji yawns, grabbing the cup of coffee you had made for him and opening the front door. “Bus ain’t gonna wait for ya if you’re not there” he repeats impatiently, urging his son out the door before sitting down on the porch. Instinctively wrapping his arm around your waist as you sit down beside him, watching Megumi run to the side walk, the two dogs following right after him, walking him to the bus stop. This was the usual morning routine for your family.

“You forgot to give him his jacket Toji! It’s going to be windy today” you sigh when noticing Megumi walk into the distance, only wearing a t-shirt. Turning to the boys father, Toji only shrugged as yet another yawn left his lips. Black hair all tousled and clothes wrinkled as he had gotten out of bed only a few minutes ago.

“Relax, will ya! This will teach him to remember his own jacket”

You glare at him, letting out a groan at his smirk as he rubbed his head into your shoulder playfully. “I packed his food and made sure he had his project with him, one thing Toji, you had only one thing to make sure he had with him”

“Relax baby, we got the day for ourselves now, not to mention the night too” he tries to sweet talk you, placing sweet kisses along your collarbone and neck. “Since the brat is going to sleep over at that kid Itadori’s place, no one will disturb us the whole weekend—”

The two dogs come running back, wagging their tails as they rub their noses against your knees. Wanting pets and cuddles as usual, whenever Megumi was at school they relied on you for the attention, often stealing you away from Toji.

“Should have never gotten these dogs for the kid” Toji groans, slowly pushing the white dog away from you, but it didn’t seem to help.

“You’re moodier then usual” the two of you go back inside, the dogs going to their dog beds and entertaining each other. “Something happen at work?”

Toji doesn’t answer immediately, not sure what to tell you. He needed today to go perfectly, better than any other day had ever gone. He’d planned everything weeks before, found the perfect location where the sunset was prettiest, asked Itadori’s older brother if Megumi could stay for the weekend, bought all your favorite snacks and sweets, made sure he found your favorite champagne and roses, and most importantly, made sure he picked out the perfect ring.

Ring, right, the ring. Wait, where did he put the ring again—

“Toji? You okay there?”

“Hah?” He turns around, looking at your slightly worried face. But he couldn’t focus on that right now, still trying to figure out where he had put the ring box. “Hold on, I’ll be right back” he rushes up the stairs, and you hear an assortment of things being thrown around and cupboards being opened and closed.

Curious, you follow after him, finding your boyfriend in Megumi’s room, rummaging through his closet. “Toji what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” He shouts rather loudly, turning around immediately after having stuffed the ring box in his boxers. Wait…in his boxers? Toji mentally slaps himself for wearing his grey sweatpants so often. If he placed it in his pocket you would see the outline immediately and ask him about it. But in his boxers, it would blend in with, well, another type of package.

“You know what, I don’t even want to know, just let me know when you’re done having your psychotic episode” you turn around, walking back down to the living room. No clue what has gotten into the older man, and not really caring either, it was Toji after all.

After securing a safer place for the ring box, Toji follows quickly after you. “Uh what are you doing, I made reservations for lunch and the place is a 3 hour ride away”

You sigh, opening up your laptop, “remind me again why we’re going to this fancy place to have lunch, you’re usually fine just eating some cheap ramen”

He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his foot on the floor like an old grandpa. “Because I want to, we need to start driving in an hour woman, so you better be ready for then- hello? Are you even listening?”

“I’m paying the bills you old man!” You reply, eyes not leaving the laptop screen. “Ever since you decided it was a good idea to make your nanny into your girlfriend, I suddenly had a lot more responsibilities then just taking care of Megumi, so, now I pay the bills each month. To be honest Toji, I feel like just staying in today, do we have to go to this fancy place?”

“Yes.”

And that you did. After a 3 hour drive, some road rage from Toji and a struggle to find parking, the two of you arrive at the restaurant for lunchtime.

“What?!” Toji asks, a bit too loud for the fancy place, after the host informed him that your table had been given to a couple who arrived on time. “We arrived 30 minutes late! Not my fault the road here was fucking shitty—” your hands wrap around his bicep, pulling him aside slightly. Looking down at your delicate features and reassuring smile reminded him why he had made the reservations in the first place. This day is supposed to be special, and he was ruining it

After apologizing to the host (which took a lot of convincing from you), Toji was on the hunt for nearby restaurants to make up for your lost reservations. Scrolling through his phone as you leaned against the car, looking towards the beach that looked so inviting. Waves crashing towards the sand, a group of friends playing volleyball, a golden retriever playing fetch with his owner. “Toji, forget food, let’s go take a walk on the beach, we can dip our feet into the water too. It looks so nice, don’t you think?”

No response from the older man. You had never seen him this focused and stressed before, not even for his job or the time Megumi had come home with a high fever. He took things as they came, always more laid back than you. Today it seems like the roles are reversed. You couldn’t help but watch with a frown as Toji starts to bite his nails.

“What the fuck, all the fancy places are booked” he groans after hanging up the phone for the third time. Loosening the tie around his neck, it was one of the first times you’d seen him wear a suit. You always thought it would be for something special, for one of his work dinners maybe, not on a random Friday afternoon, standing in a parking lot as he desperately tries to find a place to eat.

“That one seems fine”

Toji follows the direction of your finger, hopeful first, yet his frown only deepens. “That’s a fast food place, I think we’re overdressed” he scoffed annoyed, looking over his shoulder and inside the car where he had hidden a bag of snacks and chocolates for you in the backseat. He had planned to give them to you after proposing, but now it seemed like an emergency snack instead…

“Well we had a long car ride and we’ve been standing out here in the sun whilst you’ve been calling all around, you can’t blame me for wanting some chicken nuggets and a milkshake right now”

Toji had to remind himself that today was about you. What made you happy, what made you smile, what would make you say yes. So he took you to the fast food restaurant, buying takeaway and walking hand in hand with you down to the beach. Seeing the smile on your face as you sit down in the sand and take a bite from your food.

“Good?” Toji asks, already knowing the answer. Recognizing the sparkle in your eyes whenever you ate delicious food. He couldn’t lie, the burger he was eating was probably ten times better than the small portions of food they would have served at the restaurant.

After the meal, you drag Toji towards the water. If he wanted to, he could easily pull you right back towards him, throw you over his shoulder and walk back to the dry sand where the waves couldn’t reach. But he didn’t, because yet again this was something that made you happy. “Not too far brat, this suit was expensive, don’t want the water to dirty it”

You roll your eyes, not caring of soaking your clothes as you lift your leg and splash him. The water up to your knees now as you burst out laughing at Toji’s grumpy, and now wet, face.

“You’re gonna regret that” he said calmly. But you know what they say, it’s always the calm before the storm. The next hour consisted of you and Toji splashing and pushing each other in the water. All in fun, even Toji laughed freely, feeling the muscles in his cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling and laughing.

“You are an insane man, should have had Megumi here, he would have protected me” you giggle softly as the two of you walk out of the water. Clothes drenched, hair dripping and the taste of salt lingering on your tongue. “Excuse me, this is not okay” you point to his shirt, the white fabric now seethrough and sticking to his skin. His abs clear as day to anyone who would look in his direction. You wrap your fingers at the bottom of the shirt and drag the fabric away from his stomach. Letting your fingertips graze his damp skin, dancing over his abs and lower stomach.

Toji only smirks, placing his large hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him. Pressing his body against yours to feel your curves. Shivers running down his back as the sun had started to set, the only source of warmth now being your body. “You’ve gotten bolder ever since we started dating, you realize that? I remember the first time you saw me naked, you were literally speechless, not sure where to look first”

“I was not!! I was just trying to be respectful Toji! I started out as a stranger taking care of your son, to being someone who’s in love with you, living in the same house as you and being apart of your family. Of course I changed. Not to mention, anyone would have to take a few seconds to steady themselves when they see you naked Toji, have you seen your body?!”

His gaze softens and he can’t help but let out a chuckle at the last part. You did change, so did he, but for the better. You had brought a warmness and light back into his life that he thought he’d never feel again.

“I guess this is as good of a time as ever” Toji smiles as he reaches into his jacket pocket to take out the ring box. His fingers reach the bottom of the soaked and empty pocket. The color drains from his face and he feels his heart stop for a second.

This couldn’t be happening. Not after everything that had already gone wrong today.

“Good time for what?” You question, shivering slightly from the cold.

“Fuck uh, I booked us hotel rooms for the weekend” Toji reveals instead. That was supposed to be a surprise for after you had said yes, taking his fiancé back to the hotel to celebrate together. But now that his plans were ruined and he saw how cold you were getting, the only option was to retreat to the hotel and sleep it off.

“For the weekend? But what about Megumi?”

“Staying all weekend at Itadori’s. His older brother is there so don’t worry”

“But what about your job?”

“Already took the weekend off sweetheart”

“And the dogs?”

“Got a dog sitter, do you really think I can’t plan a weekend without messing something up?” He scoffs, half offended and half teasingly.

You raise your eyebrows, pulling away from his hold and opening up your hand. Revealing the ring box in your palm. “Can you blame me? Your proposal hasn’t really gone that smooth, now has it?”

Toji was speechless, frozen even. Seeing the ring box he thought was lost forever, now in your hand. He hadn’t even popped the question yet. “You- right, okay, shit. How the fuck did you find that?”

“Errr” you make a buzzing sound and give him a thumbs down. “Wrong answer, you’re supposed to take the ring from me, get down on one knee, tell me how much you love me, ask me to be your wife, kiss me after I say yes and drive me to the hotel so I don’t get frostbites!” you shiver, not sure if it was the wet clothes sticking to your skin and making you cold, or the adrenaline of watching Toji actually get down on one knee in front of you.

Toji looks up at you, taking the ring box from your hands and opening it up. Revealing the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever seen. Safe to say he knew your taste, getting each detail right. “I…this was not how I imagined today would go Y/n” he begins, unusually nervous. Just like the day he had cooked dinner for you for the first time. The nerves, the overthinking he wasn’t used to feeling.

“It’s us Toji, has anything up to today been how you imagined?” You let out a breathy chuckle, trying to play it off cool, but truthfully you were holding back from jumping up and down in excitement. Toji Fushiguro, the man you had been in love with for so long now, the man you had gotten the privilege to become apart of his family, the man who gave you the happiest and most content years of your life. That same man was holding up the perfect ring for you.

“Fuck I didn’t really practice this part, Megumi told me it’s best if I speak from the heart. But shit, you know I’m bad at that” he swallows hard, hands shaking slightly as he looks into your eyes. He was so unbelievably in love with you, and he desperately wanted to tell you that. “God okay, Y/n, I love you. More then money, more then gambling, shit I guess that’s not a good thing to compare it to, but bottom line, I love you. Hiring you as Megumi’s nanny is one of the best decisions I ever made, I don’t know if it was fucking fate or not, shit seems too good to be true to be honest, but you’re here. You’re here with me, you put up with me, you love me and Megumi. You make me realize that as long as I have you around, things will be fine. Like today, after everything, we ended up having a fun day, good meal and, well, an engagement ring that cost a pretty penny to get, thankfully not lost anymore. So, my pretty woman, will you marry me?”

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling emotional and happy all at once. Listening to every word carefully and feeling your heartbeat race faster and faster until the very end. “Yes Toji of course I’ll marry you” The answer slipped past your lips so easily, there was no doubt in your feelings.

After collecting himself, he slipped the ring on your finger and pulled you unbelievably close to him. “Fuck I love you” Toji mumbles into your neck, closing his eyes to make sure he didn’t tear up. He had replayed this moment in his head for weeks, imagining how it would go, yet he still never imagined it would feel this good.

“Me too, and I’d love you even more if we got to the hotel before we both get sick and spend the night celebrating with a fever and runny nose”

Toji grins against the skin on your neck, placing a few quick pecks against your pulse point before lifting you up in his arms bridal style. Walking with you like that towards the car.

“I have a question”

“Hmm?”

“How’d you find the ring?”

“When you body slammed me into the water, it fell out of your pocket and hit me in the face. Caught it before that big wave almost knocked you out afterwards. Can’t believe you didn’t notice, you dumbass”

“Hey careful there sweetheart, shouldn’t be calling your fiancé such words”

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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Quiet Hours - Yunho

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - REQ. BY @whatudowhennooneseesyou

~ "CNC/somonophilia (whatever you want) with Jeong Yunho- extra points if he's super possessive"

pairing: bf!yunho x gf!reader

genre: 18+, established relationship

summary: Your boyfriend comes home so so late.. but the surprise on your face when you see him all over you.. rewarding you (and himself) for all the work you had done these past few days.

wc: 2.5k

warnings: strict!yunho, big dick!yunho, somnophilia (reader is asleep), cnc (they agreed beforehand that if an opportunity arises, one should wake up - or not - the other, hence somnophilia), multiple orgasms, implied 2nd round, dacryphilia possessiveness, pet names (love, darling), choking, squirting, overstim, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: mhm this was... delicious. 🥰 that's all I have to say lmao. My love, enjoy this fic ! I hope it's up to your expectations 🙂‍↕️💗 I'll always love me some good strict Yunho 😌

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

Yunho had always been a creature of habit. His days followed a rhythm: long hours of work, carefully maintained relationships, and the balancing act of managing the pressures of life without letting the weight of it drag him under. The late nights had become routine, even if he wasn’t fond of them. They were a necessity in his line of work, but as the sky darkened earlier with the shifting seasons, he found himself yearning to be home more often—especially because home now meant you.

It was well past midnight when he parked his car outside your shared apartment. The cold night air nipped at his skin as he stepped out, and with a weary sigh, he locked the door behind him, eager to finally settle down for the night. The faint buzz of streetlights overhead was the only sound accompanying him as he made his way up the stairs, his mind drifting to you.

Yunho knew you had a busy day yourself. You’d been pouring yourself into your studies recently, juggling deadlines and exams that seemed to never end. He admired your dedication, even if he wished you’d allow yourself more rest. He couldn’t count how many times he’d come home to find you still awake, laptop on your lap, highlighters scattered like confetti, and a look of determined concentration etched into your face. It made him proud to see you working so hard, but he also couldn’t help the worry that gnawed at him. He knew how you’d push yourself, sometimes too far, and that concerned him.

Reaching the door, Yunho fumbled with his keys, taking care to turn the lock quietly so as not to disturb you if you were already asleep. The apartment was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the lamp in the hallway. As soon as he stepped inside, the familiar warmth of home enveloped him, instantly easing the tension in his muscles.

He slipped off his shoes, listening to the comforting silence of the apartment. His eyes flickered toward the kitchen—there, on the counter, sat a half-eaten sandwich, a clear sign that you had tried to wait up for him again. Yunho shook his head fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips. You always did this, leaving him little reminders of your care and your efforts, as if he didn’t already know how much you supported him.

Moving quietly, Yunho made his way down the hall toward the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a soft light filtered through the crack. He pushed it open with care, stepping inside to find you fast asleep in the bed.

His heart softened at the sight.

You were curled up under the blankets, your face peaceful and relaxed, oblivious to the world around you. The soft rise and fall of your chest told him you’d been asleep for a while now, probably having drifted off mid-study. As Yunho’s gaze swept across the room, he saw the telltale signs of your late-night efforts: textbooks spread open across the bed, your laptop perched precariously on the edge, still glowing faintly, and papers scattered in a haphazard mess around you.

He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. You had clearly planned to wait up for him, but the exhaustion had gotten the best of you. He imagined you had been sitting up, fighting off sleep, determined to stay awake long enough to greet him when he finally got home. The thought made his chest tighten with affection.

Yunho crossed the room silently, careful not to disturb the quiet that had settled over the space. He reached over to the laptop, carefully closing the lid and placing it on the bedside table, ensuring it wouldn’t slip off the bed in the middle of the night. Then, he began to gather the books and papers, stacking them neatly on the floor beside the bed. You stirred slightly in your sleep, but didn’t wake, murmuring something unintelligible as you shifted deeper into the covers.

Once the bed was cleared, Yunho sat down on the edge of the mattress, the soft dip of the bed barely noticeable. He watched you for a long moment, his gaze tracing the curve of your face, the way your hair spilled across the pillow, the peaceful expression you wore. The weight of the day’s exhaustion seemed to fall away as he took in the simple, quiet beauty of the moment.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with the lightest touch, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. You sighed softly, unconsciously leaning into the warmth of his hand, and his heart gave a quiet thud in response.

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"Ah. fuck" Yunho muttered under his breath upon seeing you turn on the other side, your night shorts slipping up and your panties showing. "Nah not now cmon" and he looked down to his pants, the slightest bulge starting to show. He walked away from your side and left the room for a second to calm himself. But to no avail, his thoughts going to your bare thigh and plump ass. Though, the two of you haven't had time to fuck in a while because of exams and work and also... you both strongly agreed a long time ago that if an opportunity arises, one should wake up the other, or not, for sex or oral... to which he looked down to his pants once again and sighed, not knowing what to do.

All sort of thoughts were running through his head... what if he went in and fucked you asleep and you woke up and didn't like it? what if you'd not be in the mood, all stressed about school? but... what if he went in and fucked or ate you good slowly but surely.. and you were loving every second of it? the later thoughts were truly appealing and going right to his cock, now straining against the zipper of his work jeans.

"Fuck it"

He came in the room and closed the door behind him very slowly and quietly. His right hand softly moved the blanket you were covered with and to his surprise, you were laying on the linen facing up, easier for him to handle you however he wanted. He took a moment to process the situation and, when he realised that there's no way for him to resolve the problem himself because he was a little bit too turned on, he spread out your legs as slow as possible, to not wake you up, his left hand taking your shorts off. He didn't dare try taking your panties off though, afraid he might wake you up so he just moved them a bit to the side, having full access to your pink pussy. He used his left pointer finger to slowly spread out your folds, making you squirm lightly at the touch.

He insterted the tip of his finger, testing the waters. He wanted to see what he'd be able to do before he woke you up. It was thrilling for him, he hasn't done this in a while. Yunho fingered you for a long minute, hitting every sweet spot of yours.

"You're so beautiful like this.. starting to get all wet for me only by the touch of my hand.. you're mine and only mine, hm?" he whispered against your thigh. Yunho's soft lips started kissing your inner thighs, going up to your pelvis and lower belly, where he marked you multiple times. He then pulled your t-shirt up, his nose brushing on your fair skin and breath heavy against it. When you started moving again under him, he stopped for a moment and looked at you contently.

His right hand went back to your, now wet, folds and started slowly pumping two of his fingers inside your cunt, while his left hand travelled to your breasts, fondling with them. His new goal was not to keep you asleep, it was for you to wake up to him fucking you... to which he sucked some other marks on your belly and torso then backed off.

"I love you so much, baby. You belong to me, is that right? You and those little short of yours.. fuck." hr whispered, stared you down and unbuckled his pants. "It's not my fault you turn me on so bad.".

*some moments later after he got off the bed and the mattress moved under his weight*

"Mhm-m, what's g-going on..?" you muttered confused, waking up from the slumber you fell in while waiting for your man. You made eye contact with Yunho and finally realised why you woke up so horny all of a sudden. He was all up between your thighs, his cock straining against the fabric of his briefs, a darker spot forming already because of his cock leaking with precum continuously. You processed the situation and gasped, Yunho giving you a smirk.

"Hey, babe.. look what you've done to me. Aren't you mine, sweetheart? Let's do sometning about it..." the tall man smiled at you. He hovered his lips over your chest, then went in for a longed kiss. Your tongues interlocked and only sloppy sounds could be heard in the room. In a moment of distracting you by sloppily kissing you, one of his hands was playing with your nipple to keep your attention somewhere else. You didn't even feel when he spread your legs a little bit wider, almost voluntarily doing it at the touch of his elbow brushing against your thigh. He took his briefs off in one pull and lined himself to your dripping core, fully thrusting and your moans revebrating through his body.

"What a good girl I have... who do you belong to, my love? tell me." he broke the kiss.

"T-to you..!" you gasped when he bottomed down completely for the first time tonight.

"That's right... did you wait for me long, baby?" he was still fucking you forcefully.

"N-no! I fell asleep not t-too long before you arrived." your voice weak and hitched.

He flipped you over in an instant. Your face now burried in the mattress, but his cock still deep inside you. Whenever he pushed himself in you could feel the vein on his dick rubbing against your hole, the friction always sending you over the edge.

"Ah, fuck.. always so thight for me.. taking me so well." he slowed down for a moment. "All I want is you. All I've ever wanted was you, y/n."

You felt so loved by him but oh god... whenever y'all fucked he always made sure you wouldn't be able to walk the next day at all.. but you loved it so much. You've also been feeling down these days, always tired because of school and never felt like fucking but.. this opportunity arised and you couldn't pass. In fact... he doesn't know this but sometimes you wear nice little revealing outfits to get him turned on if you ever fell asleep before he arrived home. Exactly what you did tonight... you knew he's been abstaining for a couple of days, because he didn't want to bother you at all with your studies and busy schedule only for his pleasure and you wanted to reward him. Anyhow.. you also needed a well deserved break. And so, you also decided to wear those lil panties that he loved seeing on you. They were a birthday gift from him.

"Y/n..." he scoffed, stopping for a moment to get your attention. "I am, madly, in love with you, my darling. But.. did you think I wouldn't notice you dressing a little bit more.. reavealing? When going to sleep, hm?" he lifted you up, one hand on your ass and one on the back of your neck, holding you close. He held you down while he thrusted upwards, feeling his cock deeper than ever.

"Ah-ngh, please ! Slower..." you soflty shouted, head dizzy from all the movement.

"Hah, you're so cute... begging like *anything* could get you out of this..." he thrusted once so damn hard, a loud moan arised from your throat and Yunho looked pleased with the sounds you were making.

As he was wildly ramming into your cunt, you were now feeling closer than ever. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, your ass red from all the fondling he did while fucking you. The knot in your belly started getting thighter and thighter, and after he hit your cervix for a couple of times you came, face flushed and your walls clenching onto him. He let out a soft whine at the feeling of being basically milked down, but to no avail. He wasn't as close as you were, but he took care of it in a minute.

"Oh love.. I'm so sorry to say this but..." he turned your around, but still in the same position. His hand went to your neck and the other one to your clit, only pressing against it for a short second. "You got to finish. I didn't... so, I think you should.." he choked you slightly "prepare yourself" and he started fucking you harshly. heavy pounds and rubbing circles on your clit, soflty pressing against it. You were feeling close once again but.. you knew it wasn't just an orgasm. Yunho was also kinda close, his thrusts full of lust and need, the free hand travelling from your neck to your breasts, pinching your nipples and then going back to your neck, squeezing it softly. It was just a matter of time until he was gonna come, and you were also pretty fucked out.

Overstimulated and overwhelmed, you were barely conscious of your own actions. Your head dizzy because of him choking you on and off, your chest rapidly rising and letting out quiet, muffled moans.

"I'm so damn close, my love.." he whispered near your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He thrusted a few more times before you could feel yourself getting filled up by his load, Yunho fucking you through his orgasm. As soon as he circled your clit faster you came a 2nd time for the night, being followed by basically squirting all over the bed in front of you.

He scoffed happily at the view, his thrusts eventually coming to a stop. He took you in his grip and lifted you up in his embrace, slowly walking towards the bathroom. He put you down in the shower and started the water, and got in next to you.

"Babe.. please stop overworking yourself." Yunho said, softly.

"I'm almost done with exams, love. I am okay, don't worry..." you gave him a kiss.

"I love you so much, my love. You're mine to own, which means I should also contribute to ease your stress." he giggled.

"Hah, funny"

"Cmon, let's get you washed up" Yunho stood up and angled the water towards you, hovering his slender hand over you.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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hello!! im not sure if you're still doing requests for miguel, but i'd love to read a miguel x reader where they both find out they enjoy daddy kink and miguel just absolutely spoils them rotten 🥰 can be smutty and fluffy, like a headcanon style thing!! thank you so much <3

hii!! I don’t personally like daddy kink, but I did this in a way that’s similar just bc you asked so nicely (it might even actually be what you wanted lmao, but im not sure) thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💌

MIGUEL BEING A PROVIDER ;) HC’S

miguel o’hara x female reader

warnings. 18+ only! dacryphilia, size kink, tiny mention of sir. mdni

// fluff and smut are split in half (fluff first)

fluff hc's:

— one thing about miguel is he's a provider, always taking care of the special people in his life. he's the kind that loves to give (i say that loosely), especially to those he loves

— he loves to treat his little love: giving them lavish gifts, spoiling them - getting them things they could never afford. nothing has a price tag for his girl

— I imagine him frequently surprising you with dinner and flowers. dressed all smart, fancy car pulled out front, waiting to spoil you for the evening: wines, cheeses, 3-course meal, a violinist playing in the restaurant (which he booked out for the evening btw) all the extravagant things he often does for you, and only you !!

— you never have to lift a finger, never have to work, never have to clean, never have to cook your own meals (unless of course, you wanted to) he believes it's his job to take care of you, and all he wants in return is for you to love him, and give an occasional back rub

smut hc's:

— again, he thinks it's his job to take care of you - to meet your needs, but that doesn't mean he's opposed to an impromptu blowie when he's in the home office/ lab

— don't think he likes being called 'daddy,' so 'sir' would be a good substitute. he likes it when you say it on accident, all breathy and whiney between strokes

— he loves how small you are compared to him. the sheer size of him towering over you, so I def think he loves a bit of missionary or mating press - he's just so massive, and he gets to cage you against the mattress which he loves !! he gets to watch your face as he slowly fucks into you. he gets a bit cocky (??) and says all these things that make you really fucking weak in the knees, "whose fucking you this good?" "like it when I fuck you like this?" "no one does you this good, do they?" but it's all low and quiet, breathy and husky. THE king of, "oh, yeah?" and "mhm-hm,"

— when he's on top - he holds your face in his MAMOTHLY LARGE hands !!! rests his forehead against yours !!! softly grunts against your lips !!! kisses away your tears !!! compliments and praises you for taking him so well !!! sandwhiches his chest with yours so you can't move !!! hikes your legs over his hips/ thighs !!! he's slow with the strokes, letting you feel every SINGLE centimetre. he surprises you with a snappy jab occasionally just to feel you shudder and to hear the harsh moan you make - and when you bury your face the crook of his neck and dig into his back and and and

— THOUGH he does like you on top sometimes. watching you struggle to use his huge cock, whining pathetically when you can't get it to feel good. he'd cave and grab onto your waist, gripping you so he can fuck himself up into you. pounding you from below - balls slapping, skin sticking, the lot. makes you cry with his cock, and he loves it

— also you have to cum at least once before he even gets his dick out, sorry it's his rules

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

#request #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara hcs

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cl6teen · 1 year ago

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come and see me ❀ ln4

in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you

contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them

📍 rio de janeiro

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yourinstagram clearly not much studying is being done!

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landonorris goddamn

landonorris first

bsfsinstagram this is getting out of hand

landonorris 😍😍

landonorris how are you so beautiful??

landonorris hey

yourinstagram hi i have a boyfriend 🥰

landonorris he’s a lucky guy

maxfewtrell please just come visit so that lando can shut up and stop whining about you

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luv4lando lando always having post notifications on for yn is so boyfriend of him 😭😭

user hes literally head over heels for her

oscarpiastri please do your schoolwork

yourinstagram you’re one to talk 😬

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lando.jpg tfw when u miss ur girlfriend but she’s across the world

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danielricciardo my man my man my man lookin ass

landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?

yourinstagram i love you 🥰

yourinstagram call me call me call me

landonorris yes ma’am 😍

user lando seems like the type to mention his relationship at any moment and i’m here for it

oscarpiastri he does 😒

landonorris you act like it bothers you

oscarpiastri i just listen because i can’t tell you to shut up

user omg i’ve just gotten into watching f1 but who’s this?

user lando’s girlfriend! he’s head over heels whipped for her

bsfsinstagram please stop facetiming her while we’re trying to study ☹️

user get you a man like lando norris

yourinstagram he’s a one of a kind, but good luck trying!

user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n

user need this kind of love in my life asap 😩

my man 🏎️

are you back from the beach?

you

mhm, just made some dinner

wanna see the photos i took?

my man 🏎️

the answer’s the same every time babe

you

i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️

holy shit yn

😩😩😩

is that the dress i sent you??

shit, it looks good, you look so good in it

im glad i bought it

you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen

you

lando omg

stop it stop it

my man 🏎️

i cant praise my girlfriend?

i should buy you more things

you

please don’t 😭

this was more than enough i’m so in love with it

my man 🏎️

if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you

i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?

you

lando norris.

i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.

my man 🏎️

what about some heels?

you

you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space

how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?

i cant wait to watch tomorrow

my man 🏎️

well that’s already a guaranteed

i’ll just surprise you 🤍

you

okay love 🤍

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yourinstagram come and see me for once (lando)

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user awe the photo from his stream earlier 🥺

user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited

bsfsinstagram not the partynextdoor lyric

yourinstagram the best of the best

landonorris im coming.

yourinstagram yeah sure 😓

user the period???

danielricciardo is this shade 🤔

yourinstagram most definitely not daniel, get off my page

bsfsinstagram danielricciardo you can get onto mine instead 😍

user realer than real

user does anyone else thinks she’s always too quick to show off her body, like she barely wears any clothing

landonorris shut up

bsfsinstagram shut up

oscarpiastri shut up

danielricciardo shut up

user omg if i was that user i would have no choice but to stop living bc how u get cussed out four times back to back

my man 🏎️

you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel

it’s been a few days, they took it down

you

i know, lots of people say it anyway

it shouldn’t bother me

my man 🏎️

it’s okay if it bothers you

but don’t change because of it

i like what you wear

i actually love it

you

🙄

of course you like it

you like everything about me

my man 🏎️

why wouldn’t it?

you’re so smart and kind

and fucking beautiful

i won the lottery

so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants

who the hell even are they

you

i love you so much

i wish you were here right now

my man 🏎️

yeah, me too

but i got you that gift i was talking about

it should have arrived by now

you

oh i didn’t even notice

my man 🏎️

yeah they said they dropped it off at your door

you

okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on

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yourinstagram so he did in fact come and see me…

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user lando standing on business norris

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landonorris i hope you liked the gift i sent

yourinstagram i love it so much

danielricciardo are you not the gift in question lando

oscarpiastri ik your grades are cussing you out rn

yourinstagram i’m actually still getting all A’s i’ll have you know

bsfsinstagram parents reunited in brazil!!

yourinstagram 💋💋

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landonorris 🇧🇷 with this stinker

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user the differences in their posts are taking me outtt

yourinstagram why would you post that

landonorris why wouldn’t i post that?

user will you be back in time for qatar?

mclaren he better be 😅

danielricciardo this is so girl from ipanema core lando

landonorris shut up mate

oscarpiastri when lando finally sees his girlfriend again and is no longer there to complain 🙏��

landonorris you know you miss me

oscarpiastri say hi to yn for me

yourinstagram best boyfriend ever 💋

landonorris only for you 🤍

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smau #f1 x female reader #navigation.#f1 x you #ln4 x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #f1 x poc!reader

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nadvs · 7 months ago

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can we please have sleeping with the enemy rafe finally announcing to his friends (and max) that they’re dating now!! 😓😓 (ps. i LOVE your fanfics🤞)

thank you sm, love!! yes yes definitely 🥰 i had to make it super fluffy i had no choice

based on this fic, continuation of this blurb

after they eat a late lunch at an off-campus restaurant, rafe is relieved that she doesn’t ask him to drive her back to her dorm. now that they’ve put it into words, this mutual understanding that their friendship had at some point become much more, he hates the idea of being apart from her.

and once he realizes that, he also realizes he’s gone soft. because he used to never think stuff like that, like it would actually physically hurt to be away from somebody. but she’s the only one he thinks like this about. and now, he figures he can say this stuff out loud.

“you’re my favorite person to hang out with,” rafe says, his thumb tapping over the steering wheel once he starts up the car.

he cringes at himself. it still feels weird saying shit like that. they usually just crack jokes and tease each other. but when he looks over at her, at how bright her smile is, he knows he’s going to keep saying stuff like that until it feels normal, because it’s worth it if she’s going look at him like that.

he suggests they hang out at the house and she happily agrees. they’re curled up on the couch and while they used to always subconsciously be touching in some way, their contact is much more intentional now.

rafe has his arm around her as they sit together. her knees are drawn up to her chest. the sports channel is always on at the house. on the screen is an nfl player sitting behind a microphone at a post-game press conference.

“you’re gonna hate that,” she says. “the interviews.”

his body always buzzes when she talks like that, like him going pro is inevitable. he’s confident in his skills, but not nearly as sure as her that he’ll make it to the nba.

“you think?” he mumbles, playing along.

“yeah, because you have to be media trained and it will not take,” she teases. “like, imagine you were interviewed about yesterday’s game.”

he squints his eyes, indulging her, thinking back to the win his team secured.

“a reporter asks you what you thought of the other team’s offensive approach,” she says. “what would you say?”

“they played like little bitches.”

“see?” she says with a laugh. “you’d lose all your brand deals in a second.”

“you think i’ll get brand deals?”

“mhm. and lots of girls,” she adds.

“already used to that.”

she slaps his chest.

“i’m breaking up with you,” she jokes.

“so, you finally admit it,” a voice from the top of the stairs says. they look up to see one of the other four basketball players living in the house coming down the steps.

“what do you mean?” she laughs.

“that there’s a relationship to break up,” liam clarifies. “you’re not just friends.”

rafe sighs. liam is one of his friends who never stops fucking with him about how married he is to her. rafe has told him time and time again that they’re just friends.

“yeah, we’re not,” he answers.

“you’re not what?” liam says.

“just friends.”

liam just looks at the two of them as they sit on the couch, blinking slowly.

“wait, for real?” his teammate asks.

“yeah,” rafe nods.

“you’re not denying it?”

“no.”

“i don’t know what to do.” liam scratches his head. “i’ve never gotten this far. uh… finally? congratulations?”

“thanks,” she chimes in.

he looks at them for another few seconds.

“this isn’t a joke?” liam says.

“no,” she answers.

“wow,” he says. “what took so long?”

“you can leave now,” rafe tells him.

“cool.”

she laughs as liam turns and heads down the hallway. the conversation goes about the same way with every other housemate as the news spreads.

eventually, she dozes off in front of the tv. she’s curled up in a ball, her hand wrapped around his bicep, her cheek on his shoulder. he can’t help but take a photo from his vantage point.

when she wakes up, she tells him she should go home. he drives her to her dorm. on the way, she’s scrolling on her phone and sees he posted a story. he hardly ever posts anything.

it’s a photo of her taken just over her head, her eyes closed, lashes resting over her cheeks, hand wrapped around rafe’s arm. it’s a sweet, almost intimate photo.

“wow,” she teases. “you’re going to hard launch me just like that?”

“sure. whatever the fuck that means.”

she laughs.

“you know, guys tend to unknowingly post the worst pictures of their girlfriends,” she tells him. “but this really isn’t that bad.”

“no shit,” he says.

“what, it can’t be bad if you took it?” she guesses, rolling her eyes.

“it can’t be bad ‘cause it’s you.”

she glances over at rafe, watching the passing street lights glowing over his handsome face. is this the kind of stuff he’s been thinking and never saying out loud? they were always honest with each other, but she gets why he wouldn’t say things like that if he thought them. it’s so far from friend territory.

she’s determined to do the same thing. to go back to saying everything on her mind to him, instead of stopping herself from sharing her affectionate thoughts like she’s gotten used to doing.

they share a long kiss before she gets out of the car. when she makes it to her room, she reposts the photo on her story, his account clearly linked. just so there’s no confusion and simply because she’s so giddy, she captions it: boyfriends can take good pics sometimes?

it reminds her of the first night they hooked up and she posted a photo of him shirtless in her room.

eventually, everyone on her squad and every basketball player on the team, including her ex-boyfriend, view the story. it’s crazy how part of the reason she and rafe even got together was for revenge over him. she was shattered when max broke things off, but he inadvertently pushed her towards her best friend.

now, there’s no way anyone can misconstrue things. rafe is her boyfriend. and she’s proud of it.

so, she keeps her promise to herself. she won’t miss any opportunity to tell rafe how much she likes him. she texts him: i’m so so so glad i met you

he replies: only three so’s?

she texts: +5 more so’s

he replies: better

then, her phone buzzes again with a text from him: me too baby. you really are my favorite person

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#ask #swteblurb

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mimikittysblog · 1 month ago

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Poly! Ateez: How You Met

Synopsis: How you actually met Ateez before entering a poly relationship with them.

Genre: Fluff | Headcanons

Tagging: @stay-tiny-things @jaerisdiction @bee-gremlin @gae-ping-boosay @xh01bri @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @buttercup0024 @faeprincess777 @pinkpearlstar @starygw3n @sweetinsaniiity (Join Taglist here!)

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

The way you met Ateez was super cute

So you actually work at a school as a staff and teacher

and Ateez for a new Wanteez episode wanted to try to be teachers for a day

Now you’re actually a big fan of Ateez and was delighted to have them contact your school and asked if they could film at there

Not only would it be great publicity for the school, you get to see your favorite idols too

Of course you knew some of the kids also enjoys Ateez so it would be a nice surprise for them too

So the day they arrived you were actually one of the teachers there to greet them

Jesus they’re so handsome in person…

They weren’t fairing much better either cause the moment they saw you for the first time

They were absolutely floored.

They thought you were gorgeous!

Then somehow, almost like destiny, the principal assigned you to be the one to give Ateez and their staff a tour of the school before shoot started

You were thanking the heavens above fr 🙌

During the tour you get to see how even off camera they really weren’t that different.

They were still the kind, hilarious, chatty and respectful group you know.

Here they also got to learn more about you.

They were amazed with your passion for your job.

Also with how much joy and light you exude.

They just adored how you work with the kids and they can tell you’re a lovely person from how the kids also love you.

One kid actually ran up and hugged you when you walked by and your interaction with them melted their hearts

“Miss Y/n!!! Haaii! Why didn’t you teach my class today?? What are you dooooiiing? And Who are these people??”

“Hi Minhwa! Oh well Miss Y/n today had to help Mr. Min! This is a very special group! This is Ateez! And Miss Y/n is showing them around!”

“Woaaah! Ateez?? The group Heesoo likes?”

“Mhm! But don’t tell her yet! it’s a surpriseee!”

“Ok ok!!”

“Good! Now go say hi to them and go back to class okay?”

“Yes Miss Y/n!”

Absolutely adorable

She’s so.. amazing…

God why is so sweet!

These thoughts and more were all running through their head.

After the tour they started shooting and you were also a great help

You always made sure the children were on their best behavior

You also gave them lil tips and tricks when dealing with kids and how to teach them better

They listened to you very attentively.

They wanted to do really good!

For the shoot of course!

It wasn’t like they were trying to impress you or anything 👀

Outside of the shoot, they got to know more about you as well

There were other teachers of course but you really were the one that just pulled them in

They really couldn’t get enough you.

You weren’t complaining tho

Why would you? 🤨

Hanging out with Ateez?? Would never dare to complain! Could never complain!

Today you got to witness their personalities, their best attributes and their dynamics in person!

Here you got to see Hongjoongs leadership really shine even when doing the simplest of things

So admirable

And HOT

You saw Seonghwa being so absolutely caring towards everyone he interacts with

Could cry he’s so sweet

Witnessed Yunho over there being the big goofball that he is

Doing whatever it took to make the children and even some of the teachers smile and laugh (especially you)

She laughed at my antics 🥰

He thought to himself, determined to hear more of your angelic laugh

Im sure its never a dull day with him

Then seeing Yeosang that cutie patootie so filled with determination at every challenge was so wonderful

HES SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIEEEE

Then you saw San..

oh San..

Heart as big as his bod. So soft and lovely.

Making sure all the children are happy and comfortable.

You might’ve actually cried with how soft and precious he is 🥹

Mingi was shy and a lil awkward but still did his best and it was so endearing to witness.

You were able to help him though!

You knew a group of kids who just were so passionate for music just like him

So you pulled him aside to introduce him to them

When he learned these kids shared his passion they all immediately got along and became best buds

He was grateful for you for helping him

“Thank you..”

“No problem! And hey kids! If you impress Mr. Mingi enough, maybe he’ll let you help him write a song!”

Mingi laughed but still hyped them up and the kids started buzzing with excitement

Absolute cuties

Wooyoung and his love for kids couldn’t be more apparent

It made your heart so warm

Acting like the big brother everyone dreams of was just amazing

Jongho was quiet but like everyone else did his best and he absolutely excelled.

Since he had that maknae energy he got along with the kids incredibly well too.

He actually was able to conspire with them to prank his hyungs and the older kids

You thought it’d be interesting to see so you let it slide

“YAH CHOI JONGHO!!!”

“RUNNNN!! EVERYONE SCATTER!”

Laughter filled the school and everyone just had the best day ever

One more thing that was just a joy to witness was how truly they love each other

What they’ve shown on camera was definitely not just for show

They love, care and take care of each other

Despite all the teasing

This is a family if you’ve ever seen one

A beautiful loving family

They’re all so incredible

Unfortunately though things had to come to an end

The shoot went wonderfully and everyone involved had a great time

But the end of the shoot meant you all had to say goodbye

You 9 didn’t really want to though.

There was just… something about you guys being together all day felt so..

Right.

But they technically had no reason to see you again.

Neither did you.

So even though they wanted to exchange numbers they couldn’t find a good excuse as to why.

So they reluctantly got in their cars and left.

Some tried to hide their disappointment

Some where just whining about how they’ll never see you again

*cough cough* wooyoung and san *cough cough*

And a lil bit of jongho too..

You on the other hand also couldn’t help but pout the whole journey home

As you finally arrived, you reminisced about the amazing day you had

Wishing you could have many more with those 8 wonderful boys

But you’ll be grateful to have even had this opportunity and will treasure it forever

Though…

I MISS THEMMMMM‼️

You whined into your pillow

You then remembered the many pictures you took of the day!

so you quickly took your phone and began to scroll through them, reliving the moment all over again.

Just then a thought crossed your mind suddenly

..they should have these… they’re so cute! They’d love to have these… maybe.. just maybe…

You then took a risk and messaged their manager.

Telling him you have some photos of the boys with the kids you think they should have.

You thought their manager would just tell you to send him the photos so he could forward it to the boys

But to your surprise an unknown number suddenly messaged you.

“Hi! It’s Wooyoung! My manager said you have some photos to send us? Send it here! 😊”

“Also once again, it was lovely to meet you and thank you for the great day.”

WOAHHH

WOAAAH WOAAAAAHHHH

“Omg Hi Wooyoung! Alrighty! I’ll sent them now! It was wonderful meeting you too! And thank you too! Definitely one of the best days I’ve ever had.”

How did Wooyoung get my number?

Manager must’ve given it!

What you didn’t know is that Wooyoung actually stole his managers phone when he saw you texted

Just so he could copy your number onto his phone

Begging his manager to just let him talk to you

When you replied and sent the photos it made him so fucking giddy

He thought he could run a marathon

You two continued to text for a little while before you both had to get to bed

Despite not really wanting to end the conversation.

Wooyoung knew he probably shouldn’t do this.

But.. he couldn’t not see you again.

So he took one final risk.

“I really hope we can hang out one day! I really did love spending today with you.”

You didn’t respond immediately.

….

FUCCCKKKKKK

FUCK FUCK SHOULD I NOT HAVE SEND THAT??? WAIT DID IT SOUND TOO DESPERATE?? WHAT IF SHE THINKS IM WEIRD AND NEVER WANTS TO SEE ME AGA-

“I’d love that 💕”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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cjlouwho · 5 months ago

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For a prompt: bucktommy moving in together and the 118 helping them move? 🥰 or them throwing a housewarming party

this turned... dirtier than expected. they both really enjoy clipboard buck, I'm sorry!

“You'll notice some boxes have green stripes, some are red, others are blue, purple, etcetera. You'll also notice, when entering the house, that there is a color on every door or along the entryway to each room. Each box should be placed in the room with its designated color. Example-”

“Buck,” Chimney groaned from where he stood inside the moving truck, “we get it.”

“Example,” Buck continued with a glare. “The living room has been given the color blue. Only boxes with blue stripes should enter the living room. Pop quiz! Maddie, should green boxes go in the living room?”

She responded with a glare.

Buck got the point. “Moving on. Bobby, if you happen to come upon a box that doesn't have a color, what should you do?”

“Make a citizens arrest?”

“No.” Buck pointed the pen in his hand at Tommy, “But that's a good idea for later,” he said, earning him gagging sounds from the majority of the people surrounding them. All except for Tommy, who simply smiled and winked.

“You see,” Buck explained, “Tommy went to the store for more boxes and accidentally purchased 7 of them that had no color on them. Not a single stripe to be found. Those particular boxes are miscellaneous. They should go directly into the garage until I can open and inspect them.”

He glanced down at his clipboard, marking off a few things before looking back up at the group. “Alright, I believe that's it. Does everyone know the jobs they've been given?”

The majority of responses were given in grunts and hums.

“Excellent. Please bring any and all questions to me. I will be wandering around throughout the house all day. I should be easy to find. If you cannot find me, please head over to Tommy, who will then direct you to me. There will be a provided lunch arriving at noon. A designated thirty minutes for eating. If there are currently no questions, you may begin.”

As everyone began to disperse and started unloading the truck, Tommy smiled over at Eddie. “Is he not the cutest thing you've ever seen?”

“Oh dear God,” Eddie replied with a grimace. “You two really are meant for each other.”

*****

“You were amazing today,” Tommy said, peppering kisses down Buck's neck. They were laying on the couch, surrounded by blue-striped boxes.

Buck hummed. “Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to give Tommy more space to work with.

“Mhm. Took control of the whole thing. Had it all planned perfectly. And when you yelled at Eddie after he put a red box in the bathroom?” He bit lightly against Buck's pulse point. “That was so hot.”

“God, Tommy,” Buck replied breathlessly, before adding, “he should have known better. Purple was posted on the door.”

“I know it was. It was very clear.”

“It was clear,” Buck agreed. “Purple and red are very different.”

“Very different.” Tommy continued to alternate between sucking and biting on Buck's neck as he brought a hand down and slowly began unbuttoning Buck's shirt.

Buck ran his hands down Tommy's back, pushing his hips down when he reached his ass, causing their bodies to grind together.

“I could call him up,” Buck suggested, “yell at him some more. Or call Chimney and tell him I- I know he was the one who chipped the paint on the front door. Tell him I'm sending him a bill.”

Tommy responded by smashing his lips against Buck's in a wet kiss, licking his way into Buck's mouth. “I'd love that, Evan,” he said, parting just enough to speak, “but Eddie already told me he wouldn't be answering your calls for two days. And I'm pretty sure Howie blocked your number.”

Buck nearly growled, his eyes darkening. “God, I love your dirty talk.”

They kissed again, even sloppier this time with hands roaming and grabbing, shirts being tugged on and nails dragging against skin.

After a minute or two, Tommy pulled back with a gleam in his eye. “Now, about that citizens arrest you mentioned earlier...”

Buck grinned. “Bedroom,” he demanded, giving Tommy's ass a couple of pats to get him up.

Tommy pressed one more kiss to his lips with a, “Yes, Sir,” before getting up and letting Buck lead the way.

#bucktommy #911 #evan buckley #tommy kinard #they both get really turned on by clipboard buck okay it's not me it's them #featuring the dorkiest dirty talk of all time

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theemporium · 8 months ago

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💜 #46 w charles pls??🥰🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

46. “I can keep you company until you fall asleep.”

“I’m happy.”

You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the boy slumping down onto the bed, as graceful as a drunk man could be. You shook your head in amusement, moving to place his phone and keys on his bedside table before turning back to him.

“C’mon, you can’t sleep in your jeans,” you told him as you nudged his leg with your foot. “I’m pretty sure they are soaked with champagne.”

Charles slowly blinked his eyes open until his gaze focused on you. “But do you know why?”

You shot him a look, but your sarcasm went right over his head. “Why, Charles?”

“Because I won the Monaco Grand Prix!” He cheered loudly, throwing his hands up in the air before letting them fall back onto the bed. “I finally fucking did it!”

“Yeah, you did,” you smiled back at him because you couldn’t help it, because his happiness felt infectious. “You fucking did it and I’m so proud of you, Charlie.”

He blushed under your words, his grin widening. “And I’m soooo drunk right now.”

You snorted. “I know. Now let’s get you to bed so you have some hope of waking up tomorrow before three in the afternoon.”

Charles let out a huff. “I’m not tired.”

“You were literally falling asleep on my shoulder in the taxi,” you retorted, despite knowing that arguing with a drunk man was a hopeless endeavour. “I’m pretty sure you fell asleep in the bathroom until Pierre woke you up and dragged you out.”

He waved you off, even as his eyes were fighting to stay open. “Pierre is a liar. He was the one falling asleep.”

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement once again before you turned to walk towards his chest of drawers. You grabbed a shirt and some sweatpants (though you doubted he would wear them all night) and headed back towards the bed, placing them down on the mattress beside him.

“Come on, Charles, you’ll be thankful in the morning,” you told him as you grabbed his hands and tugged him until he was sitting up.

Charles let out a low groan but he became a lot more cooperative after that point, not putting up much of a fight as you helped him change into the comfier clothes and drank the glass of water you handed him before he slumped back down on the bed.

“Don’t leave,” Charles whined as he reached out for you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugging you towards him.

“M’not going anywhere,” you assured the boy, trying to ignore the way your stomach twisted at his words as you settled down on the bed beside him. Though, you stayed on top of the duvet rather than slipping under. “I can keep you company until you fall asleep.”

He shook his head, a pout on his lips. “No, stay forever.”

You snorted. “Forever?”

“Mhm,” Charles nodded, his eyes fluttering shut when it became too much to keep them open. His grip on your wrist tightened, pulling it closer until your hand was cradled to his chest. “Want you here forever. Want you beside me for all my wins.”

Your cheeks burned. “Always, Charles.”

#cece's cocktail celebration #charles leclerc #formula one #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

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dollfacefantasy · 2 months ago

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May I request some more (female) hybrid Reader with Carlos, please? I know people like puppy hybrid reader, but if you could come up with a different hybrid type, I think that would be interesting if you’re in the mood for it! Thank you sm for reading, and your fics are amazingly written!!! 🥰🥰🥰 have a nice day ❤️❤️❤️

LIKE RABBITS ♡

pairing: carlos oliveira x bunny-hybrid!fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, hybrids & heat, daddy kink, dumbification

a/n: thank you so much for the sweet words <3 hope you enjoy!

"Go ahead, baby. get to it," Carlos teases from under you, "Bunnies are made for bouncing, aren't they?"

To punctuate his statement, he claps both his hands on your ass cheeks, jiggling the flesh beneath his palms. You squeak and jolt forward from the force.

Your long, floppy ears slowly move away from where they had been hanging over your shy eyes and burning cheeks. You look down at him and bite your lip, planting your palms on his chest. His cock is already snug inside your leaky cunt.

He grins up at you. "C'mon, sweet thing. You said you wanted to ride. Are you having second thoughts already? Need daddy to take over before you're even started," he mocks.

You stubbornly shake your head. "I can do it. I'm just... just thinking," you maintain with a huff.

Your tone makes him laugh. Even when you were being all timid, you could still catch an attitude. He rubs your backside soothingly, reassuring you with his touch.

"There's nothing to think about, angel face. All you have to do is make yourself feel good," he directs.

You nod, knowing he's right. There really is nothing to worry about or be so shy over. It's not like Carlos would judge you if you did something wrong. In all the time you've been with him, he's never done that.

Letting out a little sigh, you find your will. You push yourself up and then lower back down. He lets out a sigh as the soaked walls of your pussy drag over his cock.

Then you do it again with more intention. Then again. Then again until you've found a good rhythm for yourself.

Once you settle into it, it's easy to keep going. Your hips rise and fall as if it's the most natural thing in the world. And for a bunny like you who's in heat like you are right now, it kind of is.

You whine and whimper, clenching around his thick shaft. Your arousal gushes from you. It dribbles down from your entrance to his balls, even coating his inner thighs.

Carlos holds your hips, keeping you balanced and steady while also making sure every thrust gets him as far inside your pussy as possible. Each time his tip is kissing your cervix. The swollen head bumps right up against the source of your craving for him.

"That's it, honey," he coos, "Fuck yourself nice and deep on daddy's cock. You know you need it."

"Mmm- mhm," you squeak.

You roll your hips down. Your clit grinds against the patch of coarse dark hair trailing from his navel to the base of his dick.

"Good girl. That's my baby. Taking it so good," he praises.

You moan and tilt your head back. Your body doesn't stop moving. If anything you rut yourself on top of him faster. Your thighs squeeze against his sides.

He releases your hips and brings one of his hands up to cup your breast.

"Look at these cute titties bouncing for me," he says before tweaking your nipple.

Your back arches and a squeal flies from your lips. He chuckles and drops his hand back to your cunt, his fingers swiping against your bundle of nerves now.

"So sensitive, babydoll. Don't know what gets you going more, when I play with you down here or up there," he teases.

"Either- mmph! Either one," you whine, "Don't care right now, just need your cum."

That statement is what lets him know that you're getting to that point in your heat where you've fucked yourself dumb. It usually happens right before you're about to cum. Your eyes start fluttering while your lips hang open and drool spills from them.

"Yeah? You just need some cum? That'll make you feel better?" he asks, applying more pressure to your achy clit.

You whine and nod eagerly. "Mhm. Mhm. Just need it, daddy. Need to be all full. Wan' it dripping out," you slur.

Digging his heels into the mattress, he pumps his hips up to meet your hips.

"If it drips out, baby, that just means I'll have to fuck it back in, huh?" he asks. A deep sigh comes from him now. You're so tight and warm and fucking desperate that he knows he's not gonna last long.

You mewl in response to his words. Your hips buck like that of a wild animal. Any shyness you had earlier had melted out of your ears right along with any coherent thought.

He feels you tighten up and then let go. His hands work hard to keep you upright. He clenches his teeth, letting you ride out a bit of your high before he spills himself inside you too.

Your nails dig into his chest, your fingers sliding over the sweaty skin. You whine through a clenched jaw. Your head hangs forward as your breaths come out in pants.

He fucks his cum nice and deep just like you asked. Just like you needed. When he starts to come down, he releases your waist. You fall forward onto him, going limp against his body.

The two of you rest there for a while. You aren't through the worst of your heat yet, so without saying it, the two of you both know that soon enough you'll be going at it again.

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you #ch: carlos oliveira 💌

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mxltifxnd0m · 7 months ago

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must be love ❥ s.winchester

summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, references to drinking, and one mention of sex

a/n: first social media au so please be nice to be loll. but this was fun to make! and who knows i might make more in the future 🤭

also happy b-day to jared padalecki our cancer king 😩🙌 (him being a cancer makes so much sense to me), and the user: dianhhboo is actually my friend to introduced me to spn and i wanted to add her in the fic 🤭

reblog and comment! i love to see your thoughts on my fics (even if this isn't technically a fic lol)

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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samwinchester study date for the LSATS with my love (we consumed so much coffee but she still fell asleep)

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