#all baby boy needs is a tropical vacation for 3 weeks

[torawro]

shuichi aizawa is blasian i don’t make the rules.

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

1: No, You Can’t Take Your Goldfish

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.6k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry. Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober. As always, thanks to her for being a wonderful beta.

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 16

“For the last time, no, you can’t take your goldfish!” Paul groaned as Jack stared up at him, his face mutinous, little arms folded over his chest. “He’ll be fine; he has his vacation feeder, just like CJ’s.”

Jack pouted and opened his mouth but Disco was quick to shut him down. “No, end of discussion. Now come on! We got ten minutes before we need to drop you off.”

With a final groan, the near three year old moved towards the little tank and peered into it. His precious goldfish, which CJ had won for him at the fair, was swimming amongst the upturned, chaotic assemble of ornaments. “Be backs soon, Batman.” He sighed. “Don’ts died.”

“He won’t die.” Paul rolled his eyes, his hand falling to the back of Jack’s head, herding him out of the room.

They made their way downstairs, where CJ was sat in the lounge, Woody sprawled on the sofa next to him.

“How comes Woody goes, nots Batman?” Jack challenged immediately.

“Because he’s a dog and can’t live here alone, the fish can. Now, enough. Sit down so I can put your sneakers on.” Paul arched his brow as he looked at his youngest.

Jack did as he was told, looking up as you walked into the room, checking your purse.

“Passports, tickets…” you closed it with a deep breath, “okay…we’re good.”

You glanced at CJ who was watching Paul with Jack before his eyes turned back to the TV. He seemed a little quiet, and it was setting you on edge.

Since CJ had been born, your vacations in tropical locations, with a cocktail in your hand and a sun lounger or the sand beneath you had been swapped for family camping trips or visits to places which were packed with activities you could do with the boys. Even your day trips were centred around them, planned with near military precision. And, whilst you and Paul loved every second of it, Paul had decided that for one week this summer, you were taking an adults only trip to Mexico to be Paul and Y/N. As such, the boys were being watched by Paul’s parents for the week and yours for the weekend.

You were looking forward to it, of course you were, but you were nervous. You’d left the boys before for the odd date night, and a couple of overnight stays at the hotel you’d gotten married in, but this was the first time you’d stayed away for more than one at a time. And the fact that your two sons at times could fight like cat and dog worried you. A lot.

CJ had grown better at tolerating Jack, and you knew he loved his little brother. At times, the pair of them were inseparable. However, at others, when Jack misbehaved or persistently irritated CJ for one reason or another, all hell would break loose. This would result in tears, tantrums and time outs, normally for both of them, which CJ found highly unfair. You took great pains to explain to him that his behaviour when he pushed or hit Jack, or yelled horrible things at him was equally as unacceptable as the actions that has caused his reaction and he was starting to understand. But still, you knew he found it hard and in all honesty, sometimes you couldn’t really blame him.

Jack, however, was a lot less sensitive to any form of punishment than CJ was, or ever had been for that matter. You and Paul had both caught your youngest once in a time out, stripped down to his waist, doing some odd hip thrusting dance to music only he could hear. Both of you had tried so hard not to let him see you laughing, hastily closing the door behind you. However, later that evening, when you’d had time to think about it, it made the pair of you groan and ponder what exactly you had to do to make Jake realise his behaviour at times was not to be tolerated. And you were loathe to admit it, but you had to agree that the nickname Paul had given him, Kevin (after the well-known hell raiser from Home Alone) was well earned.

Both Dot and Jim found all of this highly amusing. Whilst you saw Paul in CJ, both looks and his sensitive yet often stubborn demeanour, they saw nothing but Paul in Jack. Apparently, your husband had also been a little shit, regularly wreaking havoc upon his parents and elder brother until eventually calming down around the age of eight. Which gave you hope, until you realised if that was true for your youngest, you had another five and a bit years of this to put up with.

You took to standing in front of your eldest and squatted down to his eye level. When your hands rested upon his knees, his daddy's eyes looked back at yours. "Hey, you wanna tell me why you look so disappointed?"

CJ looked at you, then he shrugged. “I’m just…I don’t wanna share a room with Jack.” He took care to lower his voice a little, his hands tangled in Woody’s fur. “I likes my own room.”

“Well, Grumpy and Nanny have two spare rooms.” You reasoned, “you can just ask to sleep in the other one. I’m sure they won’t mind. It doesn’t have a TV though.”

"That’s okay, I can take my book, or colors."

“Then there’s no problem then.” You smiled back at him.

“You and daddy wonts be mad?”

"No, baby, of course not." You sighed. "But remember, please don't get upset with Jack if he wants to nuggle. He's still having bad dreams sometimes, okay?"

CJ took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Ceej?” Paul spoke and Connor turned to look at his dad. “You wanna grab your shoes, buddy? Then check you got everything you need?”

"I gotta go to my room. I forgot my colors and books." He scooted off his seat and scurried upstairs.

You winked at Paul as you stood.

“Right, cases are in the car, kids rucksacks are here…” Paul looked around, his hand running over his once again freshly shorn buzz cut. “Just gotta load them and Woody and we’re set, Sugar. Couple of hours and we’ll be on the plane.”

You sighed with contentment. "I'm ready, I wasn't as far as late last night, worrying about the boys and them getting along while we're gone, but, I'm so ready, Stud."

“They’ll be fine. As dad always likes to point out, they never put a foot wrong when they’re there.” Paul smiled, his hands falling to your hips.

You gently smiled, "I know." Your hands went to rest on his biceps. "Did you pack everything you need?"

“I did.” He grinned. “Two pairs of Speedo’s, sliders and a toothbrush. Oh. And the cuffs…” he winked as he leaned down to kiss you.

You kissed him gently. "Speedos? You own a pair? Two pairs?"

"And the cuffs." He purred into your neck.

Jack made a retching noise at your display of affection, something you knew he’d learnt from Barnes and Steve. Disco snapped his fingers and Jack rolled his eyes. About that same time, CJ brought his things down, his hands full.

"I'll help you," you slipped away from your husband and moved to take a couple of things out of Connor’s arms. Disco turned to Jack who hopped off the sofa grinning.

“Grumpy’s?”

“Yup, let's go, Kevin." Paul snorted as he went to direct the three year old towards the garage door from the entry. He whistled and Woody trotted right behind him.

Your departure and the drive to Dot and Jim’s went smoothly and to time. Once the boys stuff was unloaded, you had half an hour or so to make sure they were settled in before it was time for you to head to the airport. The time went too quickly, and soon you were saying goodbye with a little wobble in your voice.

"Be good, please," you picked up Jack and hugged him close.

“I good boy. Pwomise.”

"Okay, baby," you kissed his cheek and let him down, not sure you totally believed him.

He ran over to Paul who was holding CJ in a huge hug. He set his eldest down, who made his way to you as Paul scooped Jack up.

"I love you, Mommy," CJ hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, Ceej. Look after Jack, okay? My big boy.” You kissed your five-year-old son’s temple.

"Okay. I promise."

“Thank you. And remember, if he’s being naughty or upsetting you, you ask him firmly but nicely to stop. If he doesn’t…”

“Tell Grumpy or Nanny, don’t react.”

"Good, bub," you kissed his cheek. "I love you, baby.'

He smiled and hugged you again before you set him down, and turned to make a fuss of Woody.

"You ready, Sugar?" Paul stood beside you.

“Yeah…” you stood up after giving your faithful dog a final scratch and nodded. “Let’s go.”

"Have fun, relax," Dot grinned.

“I’ll try.” You laughed. “Please call us if there’s any problems. My dad will be here Friday midday to collect them.”

“And don’t take any of their crap.” Paul instructed.

"They're at Camp Grumpy, there won't be any crap!" Big Jim smirked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the look your boys exchanged.

"We gotta go, baby," Paul encouraged.

“Okay, okay…” you nodded, casting one last look at your sons. “See you in a week, be good.”

"Bye-bye, Mommy," Jack called out with a wave.

You waved back as Paul ushered you out of the house and into the car.

“They’ll be fine.” He gently took your hand and pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist.

"I know." You nodded.

With a smile, he reversed the car from the drive and set off back up the road.

In less than twenty minutes, you were dropping your car off at the long-term parking lot and hitching your shuttle to the terminal.

Thanks to the express check in that Paul had paid for, your bags were taken and you were through and settling at the bar almost an hour to the minute you’d left his parents.

Paul insisted on first class and all-inclusive from the moment you'd begun planning this trip. It was special to him, to spoil you and show you how much of a queen you were to him. The sap promised he'd handle everything and you were hesitant at first, given how his work load had been of late, but he was relentless. You finally agreed, but made him promise you decided on a location together and that was fine by him. The rest, he could take on.

You sighed as the bartender gestured around the lounge and told you to help yourself to the various spirits, wines, beers and fizz that lay in fridges dotted around, or if you wanted something a little more special, he was happy to whip up a cocktail.

"What is it?" Paul didn't miss the extra huff of air.

“Honestly…I’m just trying to decide what to have.” You chuckled.

He grinned, "well, we're Mexico bound, so I'm going with a Cadillac on the rocks."

“Hmmmm okay, let’s make it two…”

Soon enough, with cocktails in hand, you and your husband sat in a comfy two seat couch. He leaned over and kissed you gently, before clinking his glass to yours. “To our first week away alone in years, Mrs. Diskant.”

"To us, Stud," you smiled brightly.

****

Thirteen hours later, including one quick layover in Houston and a two-hour private chauffeur drive, you had arrived at your all-inclusive resort in Tulum, Mexico. You couldn’t help but whistle at the gorgeous lobby as you waited whilst Paul checked you in.

Eventually, you saw him walking back towards you, key card in his hand and a grin on his face. “They’re gonna take our cases and then come back for us. Be about ten or fifteen minutes. Drink whilst we wait?”

"Yeah, let's."

He took your hand and you made your way over to the bar area just off the right of the lobby. You should be exhausted, given the journey time, but you’d managed a good sleep on the overnight flight, thanks to the reclining first class seats, and your adrenaline from the excitement had kicked in.

You both ordered a beer, before you sat at the shiny, mahogany bar and Paul turned to you.

“Even better than it looked on the photos.”

"It's stunning, really. Feels like another world," you observed and sipped your beer.

Paul smiled, "we deserve this, Y/N. No spared expense. We've saved for this. I can't wait to show you our room. It's phenomenal. Private, romantic as fuck."

“Like you, huh stud?” You grinned at him.

Paul simply winked and shrugged, "Anything for you, sweetheart."

You chuckled and then reached out to cup his cheek, the fingers of your left hand scratching through his short beard. “I know…and I love you for it.”

He shuddered under your touch. "A week of just us, fuck, Sugar, I'm so happy right now."

You chuckled and dropped your hand to his knee. “Anyone would think you couldn’t wait to escape our boys.”

"I love our kids, you know I do, but we just, well, you do so much for them, bringing them up...” Paul gave you a soft smile. “I know at times it’s a relentless task and yeah, one we totally signed up to as parents but, well, I felt we just needed this, you know?"

“Yeah, I get it.” You nodded, “I was just teasing. And we do so much for them. You bring them up too, you know. Ain’t just me.”

"Certainly hasn't felt like it lately." He sighed and finished off his bottle.

“Yeah but that’ll pass,” you soothed, “it’s been a busy time, lotta bad guys to catch. And you’ve been picking up those extra shifts for the beat as well, helping cover…” you shook your head, “just part and parcel of the job.”

"Yep."

“Hey…” you squeezed his hand, “have you missed a single one of Ceej’s soccer games?”

"No, I haven't," he said honestly.

“Exactly. Last week you came in at like 3am, had what, 4 or 5 hours sleep and got up to take him. You’ve also not missed a single beat with Jack when you’ve promised to take him places either. You work so hard to make sure they never go without, especially since I only work three shifts a week.”

“No, I know but…well, we’ve-“

“Don’t worry about me.” You shook your head. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Paul smiled and then he snorted. “Hey, did I tell you when we were out on our walk round the reserve the other day, Jack announced he wanted to do karate?”

"Not a bad idea. I'll look into it when we get back." You nodded. “Not sure what age they can start from, though.”

“Really?” Paul snorted, “you wanna reach him to hit people?”

“Might help him channel his energy.” You laughed. “But seriously, he’s no interest in soccer at all, so it would be good for him to have something.”

“Oh god what if he wants to play baseball.” Paul suddenly paled, “and they give him a bat…”

"He does love his Dodgers like his Daddy. So does Ceej, I always thought that would be his sport but…well, we got Barnes to thank for his soccer obsession.”

"Not a bad thing." Paul leaned forward and kissed you.

A concierge patiently cleared his throat as he stood before you, dressed in all white linen clothes. "Mr. Diskant, your villa is ready."

At that you blinked before you looked at Paul. “We’re in a villa?”

Paul simply winked and stood as you did, looking to the concierge. "Lead the way."

With a nod, the two of you followed him to an awaiting golf cart and sat on the seats. He drove a bit away from the main lobby towards the water's edge. And within minutes, stopped in front of a palapa roofed building.

"Here's your home for the week, enjoy," the man said in a thick Spanish accent. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you," Paul tipped him and as he drove off, your husband took your hand, "right this way, Sugar."

With a click of the key, you set foot into the two-story open floor plan villa. You found yourself simply gaping as you took it all in. It was ridiculously opulent, every single inch you could see was gorgeous. Ahead of you was a beachfront terrace with private hammocks hanging from the upper deck's frame. The jewel blue Caribbean crashed into the white sand beach beyond that. Just behind you, among the entry just to its left was a patio, emersed in the jungle of Tulum and outdoor soaking pool.

“Holy shit,” was just about the only thing you could think of to say.

As you set foot up the open stairs, you found the master bedroom and you gasped. The most majestic room you'd ever seen was laid out in front of you. The seven meter elevated palapa roof, an unforgettable bathing tub, and a king-size bed that could roll onto your expansive private terrace would allow you to sleep under the stars.

“Paul…” you whispered as you headed over the terrace to check out the view, the early afternoon sun lit up the sea, like millions of tiny sapphires.

His big arms wrapped around you from behind and his beard rubbed against your cheek. "Surprise." He whispered.

You laid your hands over his forearms and leaned back into his chest. “This is unbelievable.”

"We've got all week to do nothing or everything."

“Yeah…” you closed your eyes and took a deep, content breath as Paul kissed your neck.

“So, whaddya say we freshen up, change into something a little more vacation chic and head for something to eat. Then grab a few drinks, lay on the beach…”

"I like this plan," you couldn’t help the smirk as you turned in his arms. "I shopped specifically for this trip."

“Yeah…so why don’t you give me a show, huh?”

"Hmmm," you kissed him, "Alright."

“And I suppose I should manage your expectations…I don’t really have any Speedos.” He sighed, dramatically. “Sorry, I know that’s gonna disappoint you but…”

"Do we even need suits?" You said with a rasp.

“Well, not whilst we’re here…I suppose. Might raise a few eyebrows on the beach though.”

You giggled and shook your head, opening the closet to find your case.

"Restaurant opens at six, so get that bikini on, mama," Paul noticed on the bedside flyer.

“Yes, sir, officer.” You winked.

Paul headed off and came back with two beers from the fully stocked complimentary mini bar and as you drank them, you spent a little time unpacking. Then you both took a shower, which turned into your first vacation fuck. Paul easily held you up against the tiled surface, your legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself inside you. When you finally got round to actually showering you did so reasonably quickly and, shortly after, the pair of you dressed ready for the beach. Together, hand in hand you headed out and down the pathway to the white sand where you located a pair of loungers not far from the little beach hut bar.

Your black suit was hidden under your blue sarong dress as your tan straw hat was atop your head. You busied yourself getting your things laid out whilst Paul headed off to grab you both a drink. When he came back, he set the ice-cold beers down on the little table between the two loungers and made a show of peeking over the top of his glasses at you as you pulled off your sarong dress.

"Jesus," he hissed.

You arched a brow at him, “what?”

"Damn, Y/N," he glared, "you look...."

“Behave…” you felt your cheeks heat, as you glanced down at yourself, “ain’t like you’ve never seen me in a bikini before.”

"Yeah, but not one like... like that. Your boobs look great.”

“It’s not that different!” You laughed as you flopped down and sighed, grabbing your drink and sipping it. "This is insane. A week of this? I'm spoiled."

Paul grinned as he whipped off his t-shirt. “I promised you paradise, babe.”

"It's been hours and so far you've come through," you smirked.

You drank and snacked on ceviche until the sun started going down. You soaked in the rays and took in the crystal clear water until you fell asleep on the lounge.

A soft kiss roused you and you gave a gentle hum of contentment.

“Hey, Sugar…you wanna go get dinner?” Paul was hovering over you, his nose brushing yours.

"Yeah," you whispered. "Something light? Casual?"

“Sure. We don’t have to go to the restaurant, we can grab something from the snack bar to take back if you like?”

"Mmmm, I'm easy," you stretched.

“Well don’t tell everyone, they’ll all want a piece and I don’t share.” He hummed against your mouth and then nodded as you blinked a little sleepily. “Okay, I’m calling it. We’ll take something back, sit in our pool or on the terrace and get an early night. It’s been a long day or so.”

"I'm okay with this plan." You smiled at him. As he pulled back, you kicked your feet into the sand and grabbed your sarong, tying it around your waist this time and topping your head off with your hat.

Paul helped you gather your things and you headed up to the hut and ordered a selection of nachos, tacos and fries to take back with you. To your delight, they offered delivery to your villa and you were thankful you didn’t have to wait.

You both strolled home, your chat easy and full of laughter and soon you were back at your villa, sitting outside as you overlooked the ocean, more drinks in your hand. Your food arrived and you ate, and both of you found yourselves then absolutely whacked and ready to fall into the bed.

So you did just that, calling time on what had been a perfect introduction to your Mexican getaway.

****

After your arrival day, your trip moved with an easy nature and you felt lucky for that. Your first full day was spent with breakfast in bed followed by a morning of planning a few activities, which you booked through the excursions desk in the hotel lobby.

The first of which took place the next day, an excursion to Muyil, some fifteen kilometres from the resort. You arrived just after lunch and were treated to a ride through the ancient Mayan canals and calm and easy floats down its lazy rivers. Come sunset, you were provided a picnic overlooking the huge, ancient lagoon itself.

As you sat against the setting sun with your drinks in hand and the meal provided for you, you looked to your husband, "this is amazing.”

"Never seen anything like it, that's for sure." Paul agreed.

You smiled and sighed happily. “I really was tempted with the jungle trip but, well, I don’t wanna kayak or bike.” You chuckled.

“Totally, we get enough of that type of stuff with the kids.” Paul nodded.

“Although the Howler Monkeys sound cool.”

“Again, I refer to my previous point.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Speaking of which, they seemed happy when we talked to them. Don’t seem to be driving your parents nuts or fighting like they do.”

“It’s Grumpy, he has the magic touch. And speaking of which…what massage you gonna get during our spa morning?”

“Ooooh, I haven’t decided yet, I got a couple of days.” You winked. “What about you?”

“Probably the deep tissue one.”

“Well then, I’m looking forward to listening to you moan like a bitch afterwards about how much it hurt.”

“Why do you think I suggested the Mezcal for that afternoon? Numb the pain.” He winked, causing you to laugh before you placed your lips heavily against his.

“Thank you. For all of this. I’m…well, I’m just really enjoying the time with you. Unplugged, disconnected and just us!"

Paul beamed, “me too, Sugar.”

Your eyes peered into his, despite his shades covering those magical blues. "Tomorrow just the sun, sand," you leaned forward more so you could whisper, "a good fuck or two, maybe three, defiling our room."

“We’ve already defiled it pretty well, babe.” Paul grinned. “Or have you forgotten how I woke you up this morning?”

"Oh no, absolutely not. Why do you think I'm finally sleeping naked for the first time in years?" You flicked your brows.

Paul grinned, “yeah. No little cock blocks to run in, demanding breakfast at stupid AM.”

You chuckled. "You know you love it though."

“You’re right, I do. They’re a handful at times but it’s the best thing in the world.” He beamed. “My little disco balls.”

You smiled at the nickname he'd given your boys. It always warmed you to watch him parent or talk about your kids.

With the sun now down, it was time to head back. The open-air jeep ride to the hotel and your villa found you cuddled into Paul as the warm summer air swirled around you both. But upon your return, you and Paul skipped the bath and went for a soak in your private pool with a couple of drinks in hand.

One thing led to another and before you knew it you were in his lap, stuffed full once more and moaning his name as the pair of you defiled another spot in your villa.

The jungle was your backdrop and while you were in a private villa, you gave yourself the challenge of keeping quiet outside and it only made Disco growl in your ear and rail you at a feral pace.

“C’mon, Sugar…” he coaxed, his teeth nipping your collar bone, “I know you wanna scream…”

“Oh, ou, outside...." you whimpered.

“So?” He grunted as he gave a tilt up of his hips, grinding against you.

"Close..." it was all you could do to form the word.

“Let ‘em hear…” he reached up and gripped your neck at the back, pulling you down for a filthy kiss, “let ‘em hear how well I fuck my wife.”

You were gone, a pitched wail coming from you as you came.

“Oh, baby…” Paul groaned as his face pressed into your cleavage, “baby, baby, baby…”

Your whole being shook in his lap as you kept rolling your hips to ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his hands gripped your hip as he leaned back, thrusting up into you harder, “…so fuckin hot.” His feet planted on the floor of the pool, his hips continuing to rise and fall, a fast and frantic rhythm. You’d barely come down from your first orgasm when you could feel a second one already sparking deep in your core.

“Oh, yeah…” Paul coaxed. “Cum again, sweetheart, wanna feel you.” He watched your face, and soon he saw and heard that "oh" that put your lips in a perfect circle as you came and it wavered as your body now quaked.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Paul’s jaw clenched as his brow furrowed. “Imma…shit…oh…god…” His face screwed up in pleasure, his eyes closing momentarily, his mouth opening in supplication as he came, clinging to you.

Chests heaving, you both stilled for a moment, waves from your soaking pool sloshed around your bodies. Paul gave a little chuckle as he leaned up to kiss you softly, the tenderness a stark contrast to the desperation with which he’d been fucking you.

You hummed a little chuckle as a lazy, serotonin smirk spread your lips. "Wow...."

“Yeah…wow.” He licked his lips and allows himself to sag back against the edge of the pool, taking you with him.

"Fuck, that was good, Stud."

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned dopily.

***

Part 2

[jackrrabbit]

spank bank HCs /// Oikawa, Atsumu, and Kuroo x s/o (18+)

A/N: Been thinking about how the hq boys practice self-love 😏 Kind of a palate cleanser, I want to do this for more characters haha

Tags/warnings: pornography, masturbation, sex, edging, lots of mentions of different porn categories, Kuroo is a little shit, all characters are 18 or older

Oikawa Tōru

Oikawa has a weird relationship with conventional porn. On one hand, he’s a young healthy guy with an equally healthy sex drive, and what can he say, he likes watching girls get pounded

On the other hand, the kind of porn you find on sites like PH is always ugly men fucking beautiful women, and as a pretty boy Oikawa finds it hard to identify with. Like where is the justice??? How is it supposed to be believable that a gorgeous woman in her twenties is really moaning that hard for an aging male pornstar with more hair on his chest than on his head?

So he opts for the perfect alternative: camgirls!

He has three or four different channels that he bounces between. His favorites are the ones that are well-lit, nicely produced, high quality film and lots of eye contact. He never interacts or chats with them though, he’s kind of a lurker

Very very into solo acts and toys. You know those sites that let you control the speed of a girl’s vibrator by donating certain amounts of money? Oikawa lives for those. All his pocket change goes toward camgirls, it’s a real problem

Once the two of you start dating, Oikawa’s sexual needs are mostly sated because…well, he’s got you, and you’re a hundred times hotter than any random girl on the internet. But once in a while it’ll still happen that your schedules don’t line up or you’re on your period or it just doesn’t work out, and he’ll get pent up again

When that happens, he’ll return to his old stand-by channels. It’ll be kinda nostalgic getting off to girls fucking themselves with glass dildos or grinding on vibrators in front of the webcam

But the problem, the problem is that he can’t get you out of his head, and when he’s looking at “jasm1neXXX” doing her cute little striptease, he keeps feeling like he’s betraying you :(

So Oikawa bids a regretful goodbye to his old favorite camgirls, and begins the search for one who looks like you. The resemblance doesn’t have to be perfect, it can be something small—hair that matches your color, a moan that falls into a huff of breath like you do—just enough that he can imagine that she’s you

Definitely never tells you that he gets off to porn. Feels guilty about it even if you wouldn’t care ➳

Miya Atsumu

Kinda the opposite of Oikawa when it comes to porn. His preferences are extremely fuckboyish

Into a little bit of everything. Lesbian, gangbang, bondage, creampie, step-sibling, whatever. You name it, he’s seen it, and he’s probably jacked off to it. The only thing he’s resolutely not into is amateur stuff. Atsumu doesn’t fuck with that low-budget bullshit

Definitely not here for the storyline though—he’ll skip ahead in the video past the setup (seriously, who gives a fuck about why the babysitter decided to spread her legs for the the pizza delivery guy) so he can get to the good part

Into edging. To spice things up a bit if he’s got at least an hour of free time he’ll go through a bunch of different videos, jerking himself off slowly while he watches a pretty girl get wrecked, up until he feels his stomach drop and he’s riiiiight about to cum when he’ll stop. Wait. Let himself fall down a little bit, hold back, drop away from the edge. And start another video just so he can do it all over again

Atsumu doesn’t really know…why he likes edging. It’s very frustrating. It makes him antsy and horny and tense, so he’s not sure why he does it. Once when he was doing it, he got interrupted and couldn’t finish until ages later and it was probably the most unpleasant thing he’s ever felt that wasn’t physical pain. He was seriously this fucking close 👌 to smacking the shit out of the person who interrupted him (it was Osamu complaining that he was sick of getting sexiled for over an hour)

It just…feels good, okay? It feels real good to finally get to cum after he’s been edging. Jerking off every other day can get old, so a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do

Favorite category is probably public sex! The possibility of other people overseeing is so fucking hot

Overall, Atsumu has a pretty high sex drive and feels zero guilt about watching porn. Even if you guys are dating, he has needs and you’re not always around to help with them, so that’s where PH and XV come in

Absolutely not shy about it with you. Legit if he’s watching something he wants to try that he just saw in a porno, he will not hesitate to text you the link and be like “hey watch this n tell me what ya think”

Even if you’re not the type to be appreciative of his porn recommendations, he will still def take notes from what he watches and apply them irl. Atsumu is plenty aware that porn is unrealistic, but he’s more than capable of sifting out the good from the bad, and it helps him be…let’s say creative in bed

Want to know where he learned that new move or that extremely bendy position? You don’t have to wonder. It’s porn. He learned it from porn ◎

Kuroo Tetsurō

Kuroo tends to get in a bit of a dilemma because he likes sex and his sex drive is through the roof, but he Does Not. Like. Masturbating.

He much, much prefers to have sex with a partner—to be fair, who doesn’t?—but Kuroo will take it to an extreme. If he’s not able to see you, he’ll go weeks without touching his dick for any reason that isn’t pissing or washing

Literally...a couple months after you started dating, his family made him come on a three-week vacation to Hawaii and when he came back he complained that it was the worst three weeks of his life

“You were in a tropical paradise getting a tan and you’re acting like it was a war zone. Stop whining.” “But baby, you weren’t there! I was so horny, you have no idea, I thought I was going to die, I thought my dick was going to fall off—“

It gets annoying.

When he gets his hands on you after a decent period apart, he’ll be like “I saved myself up for you baby <3” and you’re like “um, ew, why are you so gross”

If he doesn’t wear a condom with you, be prepared for the fact that he cums a lot. A lot. You’ll be in the shower afterward cleaning up and it’s like, there’s more? There’s still fucking more???

You ask Kuroo once why he doesn’t like jacking off, kind of awkwardly, after a four-round fuckfest that left you too shaky to even hold your hips off the bed, and he pauses for a second to think about it before answering

“Well…imagine you have a choice between two meals. One of them is a gourmet steak from a five-star restaurant, and the other one is…hm, a McDonald’s hamburger. You can have the burger whenever you want it, but the steak is only available once in a while because it’s rare and you have to appreciate it when you have it. Which would you choose?”

Okay, fine. That’s kind of cute

It’s less cute when you guys are apart and Kuroo gets really desperate, desperate enough that you get 6 texts in a row from him at 1 in the morning implying that he’s in some kind of dire emergency

“babe”

“BABE”

“911”

“🆘❌⚠️🆘”

“please I need ur help it’s important”

“call me asap”

You call him all frantic, asking him if he needs you to call the cops or something. Is he in trouble? Hurt? Is there a home invader threatening his life?

Nope, he’s totally fine, he’s just horny and wants to have phone sex. That son of a bitch

If you tell him off badly enough, Kuroo will relent and make do without you. He will, however, request nudes to help him through this difficult time

Send thoughts and prayers instead ✷

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Hiiii! I absolutely love your writing. Could you do an imagine based off of your pregnancy one shot? Since H is incredibly private, would the couple be able to hide her pregnancy from the public and then announce it similar to like Kylie Jenner’s video diary of the whole experience? Thanks!!

A/N: Ok I was OBSESSED with this request, but for some reason I found it very difficult to write, so I’m so sorry if it’s shit. Hope you like it <3

Word Count: 2,698

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Is Forever Enough?

From the moment Harry found out he and Y/N were expecting their first child, he knew he wanted to document everything. He had been in the habit of capturing moments throughout their relationship, mainly of big events, but from this moment on, he wanted to capture it all. Little clips of every doctor’s appointment, every craving his wife had, every heartbeat, and every little kick. He wanted video documentation of the life growing inside his wife’s belly and everything that happened during that time. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he wanted to make sure they would never forget a single second of it. From telling their closest friends and family members, designing the nursery, their tiny baby shower, attended by the select few that were lucky enough to know their secret.

At first, keeping silent was a way to protect themselves in case Y/N’s pregnancy didn’t stick like their fertility doctor had warned them was a possibility. It took them nearly two years to conceive, and the thought of going through a miscarriage in front of millions of watchful eyes was terrifying. But by the time they became aware that they weren’t going to miscarry, they had gone so long without announcing it that there wasn’t a point to do it. Why ruin something that was so well hidden?

The decision not to announce their pregnancy to the public wasn’t a hard decision to make. Harry was private, anyway, and everyone knew that. He was rarely on social media and didn’t talk about his private life to many people, and those who he did talk to were very loyal and trusting. They just wanted to enjoy being pregnant without the prying eyes of strangers and it was fairly easy keeping it under wraps considering how private they were, to begin with.

The timing of Y/N’s pregnancy helped, too. The early part of her pregnancy was during the summer, so they could enjoy tropical holidays together without worrying about being seen because she simply wasn’t showing yet. But, towards the end, it got harder to conceal, like during award season in the fall when an oversized shirt or puffy dress couldn’t conceal the roundness of her bump and plumpness of her cheeks and lips. It was the first award season she hadn’t accompanied Harry to in years and people began to get suspicious.

That’s when the rumors of her possible pregnancy started. Of course, no one could prove anything. But that, along with the lack of sightings of Y/N was enough proof for some. Luckily, nothing more came of it other than whispers. Harry had stopped doing interviews when he first got wind of the rumors, so no one could catch him off guard in uncomfortable positions or having to lie to protect his wife, and he began to focus his attention back on his music, halting his pursuance of on-screen work for the time being until after their baby boy’s arrival. Instead, he was the man behind the camera.

For the most part.

There were times when certain family members or friends would pick up their camera and film some things for them, capturing little intimate moments of the parents-to-be. They even enlisted the help of Harry’s on-tour photographer, Helene Pambrun, to help film the birth of their baby. Though she focused mainly on photography, her knowledge of videography and style of filming fit exactly with what the couple wanted, and Helene was all too honored to be a part of the day.

And although the birth of their child was, albeit, a bit traumatic, they couldn’t have asked for a sweeter baby boy. Born on a frigid Friday evening on March eighteenth after twenty hours of active labor and an onslaught of chaos, Paxton Robin Styles was born, tiny, healthy, and beautiful, surrounded by family that already loved him so dearly.

The hospital staff was wonderful in keeping their attendance private, no one having a clue that they were even there. No news articles or whispers were heard of their newest addition to which they were grateful to be allowed to enjoy their first week home, getting acclimated to being new parents. They had fallen in love with him.

“Y/N!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing into the nursery on a Monday afternoon as his wife fed their son, his phone in hand, and a bright smile on his face.

Y/N looked up, surprised and slightly offended, “Don’t ever call me by my name again,” she joked, stroking their son’s cheek.

Harry laughed, “Sorry, love. But, look! It’s here!”

He held his phone in front of her face, playing the edited version of their pregnancy and birth journey in video form one of Harry’s editor friends kindly put together for them after the birth of their son. The five minute and fifty-one-second video filled with shortened clips of the last nearly ten months of their lives in becoming first-time parents. They watched it together, occasionally glancing down at their baby that had fallen asleep while eating in Y/N’s arms, in awe that this was their life.

Tears were streaming down both of their faces, and Y/N giggled, wiping her husband’s cheek with her free hand. He was an emotional being, she knew that, but she had no idea what the effect of fatherhood would be on her Harry. She couldn’t have picked a better partner to raise a child with.

“I think we should post it,” Harry said, causing Y/N’s eyes to go wide.

“Post it? Like...social media?”

Harry nodded, “Well, we can’t keep him a secret forever. People are already starting to talk. I’d rather announce it on our own terms than on someone else’s. We can still stay as private as possible, I’ve already talked to Jeffrey and my publicist about it. I just...he makes me so proud and I feel like I need to show people that.”

Y/N smiles sweetly at her husband, taking his hand that rested on the arm to the nursing chair and pulling it up to her lips, kissing it gently. “Okay. We can post it.”

Later that evening, the internet was in an uproar and their phones were blowing up like crazy, for on both of their Instagrams they posted a grey-scale picture of a name tag sticker that read “Hello, I’m: P”, captioned ‘link in bio’, where they were directed to a youtube link posted under Harry’s account.

As soon as the video began, Harry’s soft voice was heard, singing his version of ‘Lullaby’ by the Dixie Chicks in the background as unseen footage of their wedding a few years prior had fizzled into view, video of their first dance as husband and wife played while the tail end of a speech made by Harry’s mom, Anne, was heard over everything else.

“We are so incredibly grateful to have Y/N now an official part of our family and I wish you both years of love, health, and happiness….and giving me tons and tons of grandchildren,” earning laughter from the attendees, “I love you both to pieces. Congratulations.”

The video slowly changed to little snippets. Y/N running towards the beach, holding her hat tight on her head with one hand while the other was holding onto Harry’s hand that was at the bottom of the screen as the breeze whipped at Y/N’s hair and sarong, cut to a clip of the camera propped on the beach overlooking the two of them sitting in the sand, looking out into the ocean, Y/N’s head falling on Harry’s shoulder and him kissing the top of her head as the sun set.

Next was a scene during one of Harry’s tour where someone filmed Y/N at the front of the stage in a VIP area beside a few of their friends, dancing and singing along with Harry who stood in front of her, smiling and singing at her.

The next images were upsetting. When they first started trying, they recorded videos of themselves awaiting the results of their tests, hoping to capture the moment they found out on film. One after another, the video showed negative test upon negative test, wanting to document the struggle they faced in fertility, one of the main reasons they decided to post this video. If it helped just one person who struggled with infertility and gave them a bit of hope, they needed to show it.

They showed clips of Harry holding an emotional Y/N in his arms, her eyes filled with tears and a quivering lip as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Until the next clip showed. A shaky still of a screen that read ‘Pregnant’ that panned up to show a reflection of Harry and his wife in the mirror, Y/N pulling the test up to her face with a smile while Harry looked down at his wife in pride, softly touching her flat belly.

Clips of an ultrasound showed, Y/N stomach looking more bloated than anything as the doctor slid the wand around on her belly, Harry filming while squeezing his wife’s hand. His voice could barely be heard over the music of the video as he cooed, “Is that it, right there? So little…”

They included a few announcements they made to family members. How they told Anne while on an end of summer family vacation with a little jewelry box that opened up to two little birds and an egg in a birds nest with a note that said ‘A little birdy told me you are going to be a Nana.’ making Anne burst into tears, hugging them. And when they told Y/N’s best friend by giving her an orange and saying, “That’s how big our baby is right now,” which caused confusion before the screaming.

Y/N had filmed mirror clips of her growing belly in the floor-length mirror that stood in the corner of their room and had gotten clips of Harry laying beside her bump, his hands rubbing her stomach, clasped on either side as he sang, or talked, or read stories.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he could be heard saying before kissing the top of her bump, looking up and past the camera to his wife, smiling lovingly.

There were images of Christmas, Gemma having caught an intimate moment between the two of them, Y/N sat in between Harry’s legs on the floor, mugs of hot chocolate in her hands and still in their Christmas Pajamas, Harry’s cheek pressed against hers as he held up a blue Gucci baby suit in front of them, smiling and gushing about how small it was.

The couple’s silhouette could be seen in the dark light sky as they stood in the middle of the field, illuminated by the New Years’ fireworks that went off in the distance, Y/N’s belly pressed against Harry’s stomach as they kissed intimately amongst their friends.

A small baby shower inside one of their London country homes was next, littered with a few familiar faces along with some that were likely family members. Harry still sang in the background as the two of them opened gifts, smiling and laughing with each other, genuine happiness and love could be seen on everyone’s faces and a few people popped onto the screen to say a few words for the unborn baby.

“You have wonderful parents,” Y/N’s parents grinned, her mom getting teary-eyed. “I can’t wait to see the person you become.”

Anne’s bright, shining smile was next, “You’re going to do amazing things. You are so loved.”

“Hi, my sweet nephew! It’s Auntie Gemma,” she grinned, waving at the camera, “I can’t wait to meet you and snuggle you! I hope you grow up to be just as kind and loving as your parents. We are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Harry and Y/N were seen in the background, Y/N eating a slice of cake while Harry casually kissed her cheek before stealing a bite of her food, earning a smile from his pregnant wife

Video panned over their newly renovated nursery, mostly designed to be gender-neutral with little hints of outer space; moon lights, a solar system mobile hanging above the cot, with a star blanket draped over the nursing chair. Harry moved the camera to Y/N who was hanging some onesies in the nursery closet, smiling and waving at the camera.

Next, they were laying in bed. It was dark and, but a glow from a nightstand shone and Y/N’s belly was visible, round and very pregnant, a few freckles near her navel, and the faintest linea nigra could be seen running from her belly button down towards the bottom of her belly. Their voices were barely audible over the music still sung by Harry. A little ripple on her belly cast from left to right and then her belly distorted a little as their baby boy kicked and pressed against the center of her bump, making the couple laugh and Harry’s hand appeared, softly rubbing where his son’s foot would be.

It changed. They were in a hospital now, Y/N in a grey and white spotted hospital gown. The camera was propped on a table filming Y/N  who sat on the edge of her bed, moving her hips from side to side as she breathed heavily, moaning, while Harry kneeled on the floor in front of her, his hands on her hips and squeezing to relieve some pressure. They were talking to each other, concern, and empathy clear on Harry’s face.

In the next clip, Y/N was laying back in her hospital bed, sucking on gas and air. Harry was filming this time, and his Anne could be seen this time, sitting on Y/N’s other side holding her daughter-in-law’s free hand. Y/N put the gas and air down, gave a thumbs-up, and smiled, “We’re having a baby today!” as her mother-in-law smiled brightly.

The footage faded to black before it flashed to Y/N looking at someone just out of view as the disembodied voice said, “Whenever you feel the urge to push, let us know. You’ll be meeting your son soon.”

It faded to black again, Harry’s singing more evident in these moments, louder, as the footage flashed back into focus. The camera was, once again, being propped up on a table. At Y/N’s head on either side stood Anne who was still holding her daughter-in-law’s hand, while Harry stood, back to the camera, mostly blocking the view of his wife as one hand stroked her hair and the other held her hand. The doctors could be heard saying, “Deep breath” before Y/N took a deep breath in, bringing her legs to her chest with the help of a few nurses that could hardly be seen, bearing down and pushing as the nurses counted and Harry said, “Great job, love. Keep going. You’re so strong.”

The screen went black. A doctor’s voice was heard saying, “One more big push.” Y/N could be heard taking a deep breath, and a little exasperated yelp before gasping from both Harry and Anne followed by the beautiful, gurgling cry of their baby. Harry’s sweet singing voice in the background of the video got louder and finally, the video came back into view of a little name card on the bassinet that read:

Name: P, Styles.

DOB: March 18th

Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz

Height: 20 inches

Time: 8:39 PM

The camera panned down to the top of a blue baby cap with a white embroidered ‘P’ in the center, moving as their son wiggled in his bassinet, the hushed reassuring whispers of his parents heard just behind the camera as little lip-smacking and coos could be heard from the baby.

The screen went blank as the song started to end and white words appeared on the screen.

“Welcome to the world, Baby P. We love you to the ends of the earth.

Love,

Mummy and Daddy”

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KEANU MASTER LIST

KEANU REEVES - One Shots

Netflix and Chill: Keanu picks you up for your date

Cuddle Session: On a rainy Saturday morning, you spend the morning in bed with your boyfriend.

Solace: after an anxiety attack, Keanu is there to comfort you.

Random Meetings: you meet Keanu at an after-party.

Vintage: you take care of a tired and sore Keanu

By the Poolside (smut): Keanu finds you taking some time off by the pool

Cherry Cola Milkshake (smutish): Keanu tries out your favorite dessert

Think Twice(smut): you’re making a new rom-com with Keanu and your ex-boyfriend. Jealousy ensues.

Smell of your Skin(smut): Keanu’s coming home after being away for a press tour.

Kiss me thru the phone (smut): You’re away from home for work. Phone sex happens.

Graham Norton: based off Keanu’s first appearance in Graham Norton and the ‘I never’ bit.

Together: Keanu finds out about the reader’s depression and bulimia and comfort her.

Misbehaving (smut): you meet Keanu in a party and the two of you end up having public sex.

Leave your lover (smut): You’ve been friends for 15 years. Then one rainy night changes everything

Listen: you tell Keanu about a traumatic event that happened five years ago

Reunion: Keanu is your date for your high school reunion

Like Lust (smut): AU set on mid-nineties where Point Break bombed on the box offices and Keanu quit acting to become a musician. You meet him at a gig.

Just a trim: Keanu’s beard is a little out of control so you take matters into your own hands.

Punishment (smut): Teasers get punished. That’s the rule. And you teased him all through his show.

Tropical rain (smut): your vacation with Keanu on a tropical beach isn’t going as expected.

Maple Syrup (smut): Strangely enough, Keanu might be the one Canadian you know who doesn’t like maple syrup, but you are working on changing that.

About that Bass: seeing Keanu playing the bass is one of the hottest things you’ve witnessed.

What kind of man (smut): Tom was kind and funny and sweet. He was perfect for you. But he wasn’t what you wanted.

Play to win (smut): you make a bet with Keanu. Whover loses has to get naked. The only problem? You had no clue on how to play pool.

Helping Hand (smut): You’re horny, Keanu is away, so you take matters in your own hands.

KEANU REEVES - SERIES

This isn’t a rom-com (Keanu x OFC) (smut) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17: Keanu and Lilah meet at the set of John Wick. Rom-com shenanigans ensue (completed)

A Wish Your Heart Makes 1 2 3: Cinderella AU. During a masquerade ball, you end up kissing and falling in love with Keanu. Only one small problem, he’s your boss and you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place (completed)

Catching Feelings (Keanu x OFC) (smut) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget her ex. Neither of them is expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (completed)

Thank you kindly Sir (smut): AU Keanu is a mechanic that helps you out when you’re out of luck Part 1 | Part 2 

Always the Quiet Ones series 

Always the Quiet Ones (smut): you’re a housekeeper in a hotel who gets seduced by one of the most important guests of the hotel.

The Proposal (smut): Follow up for Always the Quiet Ones. After a month away, Mr. Reeves is back and he has a proposal for you.

Dark Paradise (smut): AU! With their ‘arrangement’ in place, reader and Keanu go apartment hunting. Part of the Always the quiet ones universe.

Without you (smut): Keanu is gone and you have to deal with his absence and fixing your brandnew apartment on your own.

KEANU REEVES - DRABBLES

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JACK TRAVEN - One Shots

At the amusement park: your first date with Jack at the amusement park

Stimulus Equivalence (smut): Jack distracts you while you’re trying to explain him a concept

Line of Sight (smut): you’re a sharpshooter for the LA SWAT when you meet Traven at a hostage situation

Come and See me (smut): after a bad day at work, reader asks Jack to come over for a booty call. Things don’t go exactly as planned.

Touch Too Much (smut): Jack has you tied and blindfolded and he likes to tease

Hanging by a Moment: For a long time you had a crush on Jack and before you could do anything about it, he met Annie. Now, two years later, maybe you two have a second chance.

JACK TRAVEN - Drabbles

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JOHNNY UTAH - One Shots 

Partners: There’s a stakeout and you’re stuck with Johnny Utah for a partner. You hate him. Kinda.

Surf Lessons: Johnny wants to teach you how to surf. You know it’s a bad idea.

Hatef—k (smut): Johnny is your partner and you hate him until a pencil skirt changes everything.

Closing Time (smut): You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy times happen.

JOHNNY UTAH - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 |

JOHN CONSTANTINE - One shots

Tremors: Summary: you comfort Constantine in his time of need

Movie Nights: Constantine takes you to the movies

Hell ain’t a bad place to be (smutish): Constantine meets Satan. They are not what he was expecting

Removing Temptation: you try to help John quit smoking. He’s not all that happy with that.

Toxic (smut): you’re about to get married when you get a visit from Constantine

JOHN CONSTANTINE - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

JOHN WICK - One Shots

Meet Cute (John x OFC): Lilah finally gets to meet the tall, dark and handsome man she had been lowkey crushing on for the last four months when his dog gets loose and comes to play with her

Safe and Sound: John comes home from a mission and needs a back rub.

Too Sober, Enough Sass: you meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger who saves your life

Blood in the Cut (smut): follow up to too sober, enough sass. You find John Wick in your apartment, hurt and in need of a place to stay

Empty Chair (smut): John is tied to a chair. You have all the control

Dark of the matinee (smut): John takes you to the movies, but he can only focus on you.

Salute: you catch John signing and dancing (sort of) to your favorite song

Sick day: John gets sick and you take care of him

Kisses in the dark: John returns home late at night after a job and tries not to wake you.

Ballerina: Jardani helps a ballerina in the Ruska Roma.

Blurry Lines (smut): Wick is after a guy who sometimes work for you and that puts you under his radar so you run. Not fast enough though.

My Boy Builds Coffins (smut): Follow up to this drabble. You and John get some unwanted visitors during sex.

Friday Night:  t’s been a long week, but fortunately John is there to make it better

JOHN WICK - Series

Sympathy for the Devil (smut) 1 2 3 4: Your best friend is getting married and you’re very excited until you find out that your ex is coming to the wedding. After a  night of too much drinking and without a date for the big day, you summon a demon to make a deal (completed).

BROOKLYN BABY SERIES

Brooklyn Baby (smut): AU. John knew he was going to regret letting his daughter Daisy throw her 21st birthday party in his house. He just didn’t know how much.

A little loss of innocence (smut): AU. After your encounter with Mr. Wick during Daisy’s birthday, you can’t stop thinking about him and decide to pay him a visit.

Insatiable Craving (smut): AU. Visiting Daisy’s dorm, John runs into Y/N instead and they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Make it Hurt (Smut): AU Bee visits John and finds a very different man than she has grown used to. A very good kind of different in her opinion.

Play with Fire (Smut): AU. When Daisy shows up unannounced, John has to find a way to play it cool while Bee is being a tease

JOHN WICK - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |

Other characters - One shots

Your racing heart (Julian x Reader): after fainting, you’re taken to the hospital and Julian is your doctor.

In your Arms (Julian x Reader): Julian comforts the reader after they lose a patient

I’ll Wait (Julian x Reader): Follow up to Your racing heart. You ran into Julian again at a coffee shop when he’s awkwardly talking to his ex. You pretend to be his girlfriend to give a hand.

Domestic (Julian x Reader): based on this anon request - Can i request a Dr. Julian Mercer x reader domestic fluff????

Boy for Rent (Scott x Reader): Scott asks you to stay after a night of work

Trade mistakes (Dr. Beck x Reader) (smut): You’re a call girl and Dr. Beck is your client. You shouldn’t be getting this close to him, but it’s impossible not to.

Treat me like your boyfriend (Matt x Reader): when Matt asked you to tutor him, you weren’t aware of the mess you were about to step in.

Sweep Escape (Kai x Reader) (smut): you meet Kai in the slave ship. He’s a fighter, you’re a healer. Both against your will. Being together is a solace against the horrors of the world.

Closer (Donaka Mark; August x Reader) (smut): you and August go undercover to dig information on a Donaka Mark, but get caught and end up in a very unsual situation.

Other characters - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7| 8 |

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Of the Eight Winds, Part 7

This is part seven in who knows how many from the prompt from @sunflowerseedsandscience : “Mulder is unhappily married when Scully is partnered with him, and while he doesn’t cheat (because sorry that’s not romantic), he falls for her so hard that he finally gets the courage to end the marriage and start fresh.”

Links to parts one, two, three, four, five and six.

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When he repeated the words “I, Fox, take you, Dana” he made a face, and she couldn’t help but laugh. It was half nerves and half him and bubbled up from inside her. The officiant smiled at her indulgently, and Mulder repeated himself and again made a face, and again she laughed. This time she looked over her shoulder at her mother who was standing witness, giving her an “ honestly , Dana” look while simultaneously trying to hold a one-year-old Lily who did not want to be contained. Mulder repeated the vows one more time.

“I, Mulder, take you, Scully,” he said, changing the words to better suit them, and there was no funny face, and no laugh. There was only a rightness to it, which washed gently over her and settled her nerves.

When the officiant told Mulder he could kiss the bride, he leaned into her slowly, and then wrapped his arms around her tightly, lifting her feet up off the floor. There were whoops and hollers from the small congress of witnesses, one of which she knew for sure was Charlie, and another she suspected might actually be Skinner.

When they darted out to the car after the ceremony, they were pelted with sunflower seeds which Scully didn’t realize until Mulder picked one gently out of her hair and popped it into his mouth.

They didn’t have a reception, just a small dinner at an Alexandria restaurant.

Scully watched the way Doggett and Reyes sat, heads bent together at the other end of the table and nudged Mulder.

He put his arm around the back of her chair whispered in her ear.

“There’s just something about that office, Scully.”

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They had both left the X-Files once Scully was pregnant enough not to be out in the field anymore. Scully transferred to her old teaching position at Quantico, and Mulder “retired,” opting to write books for a few years while he finished his PhD, later opening his own practice.

They consulted often with their replacements and Mulder felt like he spent just as much time at various FBI facilities as he did at home working.

When the Lone Gunmen were killed and buried at Arlington National Cemetery, Mulder stepped away, eventually deciding that his consulting days were over.

A couple of years later, after William was born, they received an “It’s a Boy!”  congratulations card postmarked from Arlington, Virginia. It was blank, but for a monogram as a signature, which read simply “TLG.”

3

As a one-year wedding anniversary gift, Melissa Scully offered to take Lily off of their hands for a week if they promised to go somewhere warm and tropical. Mulder figured Scully had probably put her sister up to it -- or at the very least had her add the tropical addendum to her gift, but either way it was nice to get away from it all. He hadn’t slept in one day since becoming a father.

Melissa came to their door with a small suitcase and a giddy smile, eyes only for her niece. She was rewarded with a big, sticky hug.

Mulder already had their luggage loaded in the car, but Scully lingered in the doorway, she was having trouble saying goodbye.

“Scully, our flight is in exactly two hours and I know you like to get to the airport early,” he said. He would not go back inside himself or he’d have trouble leaving, too.

Finally, Scully gave Lily one last hug and said to her sister, “the terrible twos are a real thing, Missy. Call us if you need us.”

“We’ll be fine,” Melissa said, and ushered Scully outside, Lily perched on her hip. Then she called “I’m not offering when she’s a threenager!”

On their flight home, Mulder reached for Scully’s hand.

“I’m not spending that much money on a tropical vacation again, if we’re never going to leave the room.”

Scully wiped a finger down one side of her mouth and gave his lap a meaningful look.

“Worth it,” she said.

4

Mulder defended and received his PhD with little fanfare.

Scully made him a celebratory pie (sweet potato), and they sat down on their back porch to eat it with a bottle each of Shiner Bock once they had both kids down.

It was a beautiful spring night, a warm breeze wafting through the woods behind their house. Mulder could almost swear he could smell the cherry blossoms from the district.

He leaned back after finishing his slice in record time and let his fork clatter to his plate. He lifted the beer to his lips.

When he set the beer back down on the table, there was a small brown box wrapped in white ribbon sitting next to his empty plate. Scully smiled at him as she took a sip of her own.

When he opened it, he found the antique brass compass that had passed between them several times.

“Regifting, Scully?” he said to her, mirroring words she’d once said to him.

“Turn it over,” she lobbed back.

Above the old To finding our way... inscription, it now read “ To Dr. M.” He leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss.

When he sat back down and picked up his beer, she reached over with her own and clinked the necks of the bottles together.

“Doctor,” she said to him on a nod.

“Doctor,” he nodded back.

5

With their second child, Scully went into labor a month early. He’d been speaking at a conference in New York when an organizer pulled him aside as he was exiting the stage from his last panel and told him he had a phone call. It was Mrs. Scully, who sounded concerned but was trying to hide it. In the background he could hear a muffled TV and then a worried three-year-old “ Where’s daddy ?”

The train ride back to DC was torture. He was anxious, could barely sit still. He kept calling Mrs. Scully who said she didn’t know much -- they’d had to take Dana into a Labor & Delivery room and Lily was really bothered by the whole situation so she’d taken her home to her house. Melissa, who had planned to be Scully’s doula, was in San Diego with Bill.

Later, when he was holding the baby for the first time, Scully’s doctor came into the room. There had been some complications with the labor, but Scully hadn’t elaborated, and Mulder had been too elated to by the birth of his son to give it much thought.

The OB informed them that she didn’t think it was possible for Dana to have any more children.

While the doctor was going through the finer points of it, Scully reached out and squeezed his hand so hard it hurt. He could only hear the roaring of blood in his ears.

6

Scully thought “Crusher” was a ridiculous name for a cat. However, family tradition mandated that every pet be named after a female doctor and Will got naming rights on this one. He had recently gotten really into Star Trek .

The cat sat on the coffee table, as black and fluffy as her predecessor, but with a slightly more quarrelsome personality. Scully thought it was probably fitting being that their first born was about to be a freshly minted teenager.

Mulder came into the living room carrying an enormous bowl of popcorn with Lily on his heels, sulky as she plopped into an easy chair. Good grades had earned Will the Saturday evening activity of his choice and he’d opted for a family viewing of the first Lord of the Rings movie. No family member’s presence was optional and Lily loathed sci-fi/fantasy, much to Mulder’s dismay.

He set down the bowl, which Crusher nosed thoughtfully, and cut his eyes to his wife.  

“Will’s in charge of the ice cream,” he said, his eyes widening with a look of slightly anxious amusement.

“Is that wise?” Scully asked.

“No,” said Lily quickly with no small amount of sass, earning her a sharp look from her mother.

Will came in then balancing four tubs of Ben & Jerry’s and several spoons. He paused when he reached the coffee table and gave Mulder a significant look.

“They come in pints,” he said with a British accent, which launched Mulder into an uncharacteristic fit of hysterics. Lily rolled her eyes. Scully wondered what was so funny.

7

Scully had had one of the longest days on record, and if she walked into a messy house one more time, she swore she would walk directly up to her bathroom, climb into a hot bathtub and not get out until morning.

When she got to their front door, she could barely open it for the load of hockey equipment in front it.

“That’s it,” she said to herself.

She would have followed her oath to the letter if she hadn’t tripped on a cat toy halfway through the kitchen. Mulder and the kids were all parked in various spots around the room.

“You okay?” Mulder asked her, barely looking up.

Her silence spoke volumes and eventually the three Mulders in the house were looking at her with a kind of low grade fear.

“Why,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady, “am I the only person in this house who cleans it?”

Will opened his mouth to say something, but Mulder put a hand on the boy’s arm.

“The mop has a handle, not an access code,” she said, giving them each a cold glare before heading up the stairs. “I will be in the tub,” were her parting words.

When she came down a couple hours later, wrapped in a silk bathrobe and a significantly better attitude, she found the house spic and span, a rumpled looking Mulder sitting quietly at the kitchen counter nursing a Coke.

“The house looks great,” she said, and he smiled at her.

“We’ve implemented a few extra columns on the chore chart,” he said, “and I have a row now, too.”

She reached for the Coke and he handed it over.

“Got you something,” he said, and nodded at a lone parcel sitting on the countertop.

When she unwrapped it she found a hastily made homemade sign, made from what she could tell was scrap lumber that had been sitting around the garage. Painted on it were three words in three different handwriting styles. It read “Bless This Mess.” They had all signed it.

She felt her eyes start to tear.

“It’s hideous,” she said, and Mulder laughed. “You can hang it over there,” she sniffed.

It would hang in their kitchen for the rest of their days.

8

Lily was 17 and was just getting over the nightmarish huffy know-it-all stage of the early teens. Mulder and William—who had just hit the gawky, all arms and legs stage of adolescence—were sitting at the dining room table, taking apart Mulder’s old VCR. It had stopped rewinding and they had a plan to watch Plan 9 From Outer Space that night. Mulder swore the movie was better on video, so William swore it too.

“We’re missing a screw,” Mulder said to his son, who was in charge of keeping the various component parts together on the table.

“We’re not, I handed them all to you,” Will said.

Lily came skidding into the kitchen, grabbing the edge of the doorway to keep her balance.

“Dad,” she said, her voice tremulous and shaky. Mulder was on his feet before she finished saying his name. “There’s something wrong with mom.”

Mulder tore up the steps, the thundering steps of his children right behind him and skidded to a halt in the door of the master bath. Scully was on the floor--he couldn’t tell whether or not she was conscious.

“I heard a thump and I came in here and she was like this,” said Lily, nearly in tears.

“It’s okay, Lil,” he said distractedly, reaching forward to feel for a pulse on Scully’s neck.

When his fingers met her flesh, she inhaled deeply, and tried to sit up.

“Mulder?” she said, her eyes flickering open “what… what happened?”

“Honey, you passed out,” he said, giving her a hand to sit up.

She looked pale, but glanced over his shoulder at the worried faces of their two kids and said, “I’m okay guys.”

She did a self-assessment and convinced a not-really-convinced Mulder that she was fine, with the caveat that she go to the doctor first thing the next morning, and when she walked into the house after her appointment, she looked shocked and was shaking.

Mulder walked over to her and tipped up her chin to connect eyes.

“Don’t make me guess,” he said quietly.

Her eyes shone and she gave him a tentative smile.

“I’m pregnant,” she said.

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Chapter Summary- Two months later and one person is still being affected by a decision they made and another’s apparent rejection bothers them more than they’d prefer to admit.) (Warning- slight NSFW)

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Chapter 3

A breathy sigh escaped her parted, plump lips. The silkiness of her legs rubbed against his thighs and her breasts felt firm and warm, just enough to fit in his palm with room for him to knead appreciatively. The slick heaven between her parted legs was so tight, cocooning Keanu’s member perfectly as he slid in and out of her in controlled thrusts. Her little gasps bounce of the walls, joining his low throaty grunts. Oh the sounds she makes. Y/n’s hair haloed around her on the white cotton pillow, messy and wild. She looked so divine in the most corrupted way. She’s so young, beautiful, oozing with youthful appeal.  And she’s all his.

Except, she’s not. Not really.

With startle, Keanu awoke, sitting up in his bed, drenched in sweat......and something else. “Fuck,” he breathed, scrubbing his hands harshly over his face, proceeding to rub sleep out of his eyes. It was just minutes away from five in the morning and the sun hadn’t even risen yet, but Keanu knew that there was no chance of him falling back asleep.

It had become almost routine by then, his slumber being interrupted by dreams of Y/n, naked in his bed, or other parts of his house. The location never mattered, but for two months, it had been her. His mind had taken it upon itself to conjure up a slew of different sexual fantasies, ideas never seemed to be in shortage, much like his body’s gullibility when it came to believing them.

With a disgruntled sigh, Keanu shook the covers off and took a minute to offer his deflating crotch an annoyed stare. There was a stain at the front and those would be yet another pair of sleep pants that he’d have to hold back of the laundry hamper and deal with himself, lest Linda find out that she was actually working for a thirteen year old boy just discovering the mechanics of his body and not a grown man with the ability to not nut in his pants. 

“The fuck is wrong with me?” He asked himself as he striped lazily, heading for the shower. As he got in, Keanu turned on the hot water, looking up as the water rained down from the entire ceiling of the sizeable cubicle. The shower in the master bath was one of the many things he loved about his house. It mimicked rainfall and could be easily controlled by the sleek silver knobs on the dark tiled wall. 

As Keanu washed himself, his hands rough hands passing over his body, his mind flashed to the night from not too long ago, when he had gotten off the mere memories of a dream of Y/n. Since then, he had refrained from masturbation, at  least to her image. It felt wrong, like he was violating her somehow. Y/n had probably forgotten their encounter by then, returning to....whatever women her age did. Shopping, dating men who weren’t fifty-something- learning how to run multi-million dollar empires. 

He had refrained, yes. And Keanu liked to think that he was normally a man of great, strong restraint, but that morning, as he stood in the shower, hot water washing over him, his fingers brushed his member and thoughts of Y/n took a racy turn. He closed his eyes and started imagining that she was there, her hands touching him, settling to circle his growing erection, pumping slowly as her lips pressed to his, and she mumbled against him, “This what you want, huh? Let me make you feel good baby.”

Throwing his head back, Keanu groaned, his imagination running wild, his vison going white. 

Men. They were all the same, weren’t they? Y/n was starting to believe the archaic stereotype. They had to be, else, she wouldn’t be in the position she was in. Sitting in a boardroom, eyes blank and teeth clenched as she listened to rantings of an ancient CFO, who apparently didn’t understand the concept of seasonal changes. As he spoke, Y/n found it hard to stay in the moment.....until he called her out on it, “You know, Miss Warren, if you don’t want to stay, the door’s right there. I’m sure kids your age want nothing more than to run wild all, boozed up.”

At his comment, Y/n sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried not to snap. After a minute, she plastered on a wide smile, “Run wild?” She quoted, malice edging her tone, “I can assure Mr. Priestly, I’m not bored, just in awe of you’re.......stupidity. I’m not sure if it’s ignorance or if you’ve never watched the news, but the reason we aren’t making in the tropics is because of the hurricane season. You know, hurricanes; big scary storms; lots of wind and rain, really dangerous and we’ve had to close three braches so far because of them,” her words drew down, her tone grew whiney and mocking and an episode of quiet laughter ran across the table as other board members snickered.  

The older man’s face grew hot pink with either embarrassment or anger, and from a mile away anyone could see that his jaw was clenched. The stocky, sausage fingers of his wrinkled hands clenched into his fist before he stuffed them into his pockets, fuming, “Michael, maybe teach your daughter a little respect,” Priestly glared at her father who sat at the head of the sleek glass table, combating his own proud smile.

Michael cleared his throat, leaning back further into his impressive leather chair, folding his arms and nodding, “Yes. Of course. Good observation Y/n,” he tried to look serious, clearing his throat and nodding stiffly, “But perhaps there are better ways to correct our colleagues,” before Priestly could grumble a remark about Y/n not actually being his colleagues, Y/n’s father continued, “But Roger, maybe next time, read the brief first,” he tapped his tablet screen knowingly.

The rest of the meeting went by mostly uneventfully, save for a few snide remarks traded back and forth between Roger and Y/n. At the end of it, everyone gathered their things, dispersing; heading back to their respective offices. After a quick word with her father about the rest of her tasks for the day, Y/n did the same. Usually, they’d ride the elevator together, but he’d promised her mother a lunch date, and Y/n had opted to stay back at the office.

As she stalked past the receptionists’ desk, one of the young girls, just about Y/n’s age or a little younger; Emily, called her back, “Oh! Miss Warren-”

“Emily, we’ve been over this, you can call me Y/n, we went to middle school together,” Y/n chuckled, rounding back to the large shared desk.  

“Y/n,” Emily smiled politely, “You’re cousin is here, she’s waiting in your office.”

“Great! Thanks,” after pleasant good byes, Y/n went straight to her office, pulling open one side of the mahogany doors, the long silver handle cool in her palm, “Jill I-”

“Surprise!” A cluster of voices yelled in cheery unison. 

Taken a back, Y/n jumped, stumbling back into the already closed door. It took barely a minute for her expression of pure shock, with just a bit of fright mixed it, before her face took on a more excited expression. There in her office, was almost everyone she had called a friend over the past ten years; a few girls her age from the country club her parents frequented, a couple people from college and just some others she’d met at parties and other snazzy events, “Oh my god! What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re here for you, obviously. Jill told us that you’ve committed yourself to these four walls,” a guy, someone who Y/n had met on her very first day of college, Mathew, broke from the small crowd, pulling her into a sideways hug, “And we’re here to tell you, that we won’t stand for that.”

“Matt,” Y/n yelped, hugging him back, “It’s been forever. How is the world of venture capitalism?” She laughed lightly.

“About as fun as it sounds,” he grinned, finally pulling away, going to a cooler that they had somehow managed into her office, and getting out a couple beers, “I’m serious though. We’re taking you on a vacation.”

“In May?” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion, “We can’t just-”

“Nuh uh,” Catharine, a young woman her age, who Y/n had known since she was sixteen cut her off, “Relax Y/n/n, it’s a week, not a month. You need to unwind and relax. And you’ve missed at least two birthdays, so you have to make up for those too.”

Y/n sighed, a little excited for the activities in the near horizon, but also a little worried about what her father would think if she just stole away from her work for an entire week. Seeing her tormented expression, Jillian stepped in, placing her hands on Y/n’s shoulders, “I already asked Uncle Michael; he’s okay with it and Aunt Heather thinks that this could be good for you,” Jillian's hands rubbed up and down the silk sleeves of Y/n’s blouse and her eyes pleaded with hers, “Come on cuz, all you’d have to do is pack a bag and grab your passport.”

Y/n worried on her bottom lip, thinking that it might be nice to get away for a week, to wear something other than high heels and skirt suits. Sighing, she rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed, her friends seemed to be holding their breaths in anticipation of her answer and a smile tugged at the corner of Y/n’s lips as she spoke, “Well, where are we going?”

Excited cheers erupted and someone popped a bottle of champagne, quickly handing her a glass. Jillian was the one to propose her toast, and answer Y/’s question, “To beautiful, sexy people, old friends, and yachts in Greece!”

At that, glasses clinked, and everyone drank.

“Hey, whatever happened between you and you sexy movie star friend?” Y/n along with Jillian, Catharine and a couple other ladies were gathered in her closet, helping her pack while everyone else made last minute preparations.

“What sexy movie star?” Amanda, another one of Y/n’s college friends, who had taken her business expertise to Silicon Valley after they graduated asked, “We talked on the phone last week and you didn’t tell me about a movie star. Who was he?”

“He’s hot right?” Catharine interjected, holding up a deep green sundress with happy colorful flowers on it. Briefly, she examined it, then, satisfied, she tossed it into a suitcase.

Another friend, Tracy, the lone doctor of their group giggled at their questions, before asking a couple of her own, “I think the real question is; which one of Hollywood’s silver foxes is Y/n hiding from us. Tell me his last name, an I’ll tell you if I’ve seen his dick.”

Y/n, who had taken a quick shower when they got back to her place, stood in her bathrobe, surveying her selection of bathing suits, “Why would you have seen his dick?”

Tracy scoffed, “You’d be surprised, I make a lot of money on penis enlargements. I’ve seen some pretty famous cocks.”

At that, the girls laughed and Jillian shook her head, “I too have seen famous cocks,” she laughed, “But don’t you have some kind of doctor-patient confidentiality?”

Tracy shrugged and it was Catharine who spoke up again, “I think we’re losing focus here; Y/n slept with a movie star and didn’t tell us. And she won’t even tell us who he was.”

“Or if she’s seen him again,” Amanda inserted.

When Y/n turned to face her friends, holding a bathing suit in each hand, one with a colorful pattern from a season ago and the other a timeless, black, designer bikini, all eyes were on her, expectant and awaiting an answer. Even Jillian, who knew exactly who he was and that Y/n had in fact not slept with him, look amused. “Well, I didn’t tell you because it didn’t happen. We almost had sex. Almost as in someone,” she shot an accusing eye at Jillian, “Interrupted us. And he was Keanu Reeves.”

“Excuse me?” Tracy laughed loudly, dropping the pair of denim shorts she had been holding, “As in Johnny Utah, Jack Traven, and my newest favorite; John Wick. Wow,”  she paused breathlessly, “I’ve actually never seen his dick.”

“Oh” Catharine, an eternal romantic exclaimed, clapping her hands together, “He’s in my favorite movie-”

Before she could even finish, everyone was saying, “Sweet November,” then a little more disconnected, “We know.”

“You should call him,” Amanda suggested matter-of-factly, “That’s a once in a life time opportunity right there.”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/n began sarcastically, “I’ll just pick up my phone and call him, with a number that I don’t have, and ask him to come fuck me on the way to the airport. Hope seven isn’t too much of a crowd,” she ended with a chuckle.

“Like Y/n Warren who has everything at her fingertips can’t get his phone number,” Amanda argued lightly, “You could have anything you want. Any phone number, any address, anything. And that’s what’s stopping you?”

“Yeah,” Y/n gasped, not believing that she was actually being pressured about something like that, “What do you think it is?”

“Fear. He’s nice guy, at least according to everyone who’s ever met him. What if it doesn’t live up to whatever you imagined. You know what they say about nice guys,” Amanda winked and Y/n could have sworn that Tracy whispered something about over achievers.

Jillian was the one who spoke up next, “Well let’s not breath down her back, while we take a minute to consider that this might not be all her fault. Why don’t you tell them what you did.”

Y/n’s cheeks took on a bright pink tint, heat rushing to her ears, “How do you know that?”

“I heard, I was standing like, a foot away.”

Scoffing Y/n shook her head, zipping her suitcase closed and pulling it to the floor, “I.....invited him over. And he never came. There,” she finalized, moving on to finding something to wear to the airport, “He essentially rejected me and that’s it, it was two months ago and I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.

Before anyone in the room could propose otherwise, Mathew was poking his head into the doorway, “I swear I’m not looking,” he put a hand over his eyes, “But we need to get going, the car’s downstairs and the jet’s ready to go.”

Hurriedly, they finished packing and Y/n quickly got dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a grey cable knit sweater, hustling down the stairs, hoping to put the lingering disappointment from Keanu not showing up in the rearview. 

******

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OK, January 4

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Cover: Ashton Kutcher haunted by his mistakes

Page 2: Contents 

Page 4: Jennifer Garner ready for romance -- Jennifer has proven she’s fine on her own but she’s eager for her happy ending and has even set her sights on some of Hollywood’s most eligible hunks like Chris Evans but seems happily single; she binge-watched Outlander and was totally taken with Sam Heughan and she also finds Martin Henderson very sexy but heard he has a girlfriend 

Page 6: After a tumultuous few years Hayden Panettiere’s 2021 is looking bright and she’s been working on herself since her split from toxic ex-boyfriend Brian Hickerson -- she’s taken control of her life and is making good choices -- she’s been able to rebuild her life and her relationship with her daughter Kaya who lives in Ukraine with her dad and next on her agenda is reviving her once-hot career

Page 7: Justin Bieber who’s been a devoted member of the controversial celeb-favored Hillsong Church for years is studying to become a minister -- Justin has long credited Hillsong and especially charismatic and recently fired pastor Carl Lentz for saving him from his dark period of drugs, public meltdowns and arrests -- Justin doesn’t plan to give up his music career but he feels there’s a bigger calling out there for him

* Jessica Simpson has signed deals for both a docuseries and a fictionalized series based on her life but not everyone is so pumped about her tell-all tendencies and least of all is her ex-husband Nick Lachey -- for Nick it’s just dredging up a past that’s better left alone and Nick hopes that Jessica goes easy on him in the scripted series but deep down knows there’s precious little chance of that

* Madonna is majorly inserting herself in her daughter Lourdes Leon’s love life and she’s constantly on the phone asking how things are going between Lourdes and her socialite beau of three years Jonathan Puglia and she wants to know when they’re making things official -- Madonna even pushes for double dates so she can bring her 26-year-old boyfriend Ahlamalik Williams -- Lourdes appreciates how much her mom cares but she’s finding all the micromanaging too much to handle 

Page 8: Jason Aldean who boasts an $80 million fortune loves splashing his cash around especially when it comes to his children -- the singer who shares son Memphis and daughter Navy with wife Brittany and girls Kendyl and Keeley with his ex likes being seen as the moneybags and leaves tough love to the kids’ moms and he’s always pulling out $100 bills for his teens and buying his little ones new clothes, toys and high-tech gadgets even though they’re so young -- he’s definitely spoiling the kids but nobody complains about it so he just keeps on buying them stuff because nothing makes him happier 

* The milestone 6-0 is still months away but George Clooney is planning to do some serious partying for his birthday and he’s sparing no expense -- he’s looking at celebrations across the States and Europe plus a boys-only getaway to Mexico 

* Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence are having a blast filming their first movie together so much so that tongues are wagging about the pair’s fiery chemistry on the set -- even though Leo and Jen behave like total pros when the cameras aren’t rolling there’s a running joke among the cast and crew that Jen’s marriage to Cooke Maroney could be in trouble -- of course the reality is that Jen is crazy about her husband and Leo who is dating model Camila Morrone has a strict rule never to get involved with costars but still there’s an attraction that can’t be denied 

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars get glamorous in glitzy looks -- Alexa Chung, Tiffany Haddish

Page 11: Maya Hawke, Sarah Hyland 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Yara Shahidi vs. Cindy Bruna, Becky G vs. Sofia Carson 

Page 13: Celine Dion vs. Shailene Woodley

Page 14: News in Photos -- Jessie James Decker in a pink bikini in Nashville

Page 15: Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt and their son Gunner doing a Christmas card shoot in L.A., Jessica Alba spent the day handing out Honest goodies at the Baby2Baby Holiday Drive-Thru Distribution in L.A. 

Page 16: Gwen Stefani rocked a cat-themed holiday jumpsuit while on the way to the recording studio in Santa Monica, Leighton Meester surfing in Malibu 

Page 17: Maria Sharapova brought back the 1970s during a photoshoot in L.A., Pink kept it casual during a coffee run to Starbucks in L.A., Tia Mowry returned home with a full trunk of gifts and goodies in L.A. 

Page 18: Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra Jonas exploring London 

Page 20: Let’s Get Physical -- Robin Wright took her bicycle out for a spin in L.A., Chris Hemsworth shows off his ripped body while lifting a tire, Winnie Harlow in L.A. 

Page 22: Deck the Halls -- newly-engaged Jonathan Bennett gushed of spending his first Christmas with fiance Jaymes Vaughan, Jonathan and Drew Scott dressed as elves 

Page 23: Jon Bon Jovi and his dog, Selena Gomez with her dog Winnie in front of the Christmas tree, Brooke Burke kicked off the season by signing ornaments that will be auctioned off by Operation Smile 

Page 24: Malin Akerman arranged the sheets and blankets and pillows at a Hotel Style Collection from Walmart event in NYC, Jeremy Renner filmed a scene for Hawkeye in NYC, Chrishell Stause stepped out for a morning walk with her rescue pooch Gracie in L.A. 

Page 26: Inside My Home -- Marc Anthony’s elegant estate in Coral Gables, Florida 

Page 28: Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart are planning to renew their vows on Valentine’s Day which is 12 years to the day after Harrison proposed to Calista on their sprawling Jackson Hole, Wyoming ranch -- Calista is incredibly touched that Harrison is organizing this and he’s thoughtfully arranging to have her favorite flowers to be flown in and has already booked a local band and a caterer and baker 

Page 29: Emily Blunt and John Krasinski might be ready for baby No. 3 but friends are encouraging them to get their marriage on track first -- the two have had a tough couple of years and John can be hard to deal with and cranky when he’s working -- while the duo tend to put a super-positive spin on their marriage in public not everyone is convinced things are so rosy at home but Emily wants another child and so does John so they’re willing to take the risk 

* Meghan Markle and Prince Harry plan to kick off 2021 with a much-needed tropical vacation -- after an emotionally turbulent year Meghan and Harry are ready for this break -- following a quiet Christmas at home the couple is looking forward to relaxing on a warm beach somewhere, sleeping in, soaking up nature’s beauty and reconnecting as a couple -- they’re considering a private island in Hawaii or off the coast of Fiji 

Page 30: Taylor Swift who’s been collecting bridal magazines and wedding ideas since she was a teen will have to adjust to the idea of a small sequestered affair when her boyfriend Joe Alwyn officially pops the question -- the once-outgoing singer has turned into a hermit since hooking up with the British actor who insists on total privacy and loathes attention and now Tay’s inner circle is said to be worried that in Joe’s continued efforts to fly under the radar he’ll ultimately nix the lavish nuptials Taylor’s long envisioned

* Justin Timberlake and Olivia Wilde have a past -- dating briefly in 2011 and costarring in two films but they won’t have a future if Justin’s wife Jessica Biel has any say -- Justin is eager to work with newly single Olivia again but the collab between the old pals is a total no-no as far as Jess is concerned because she’s always seen Olivia as a threat and particularly now that she’s split from Jason Sudeikis

* Love Bites -- Bachelor Nation’s Emily Ferguson and hockey player William Karlsson are engaged, Christina Milian and Matt Pokora have another baby on the way, Gleb Savchenko and Cassie Scerbo dating 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Ashton Kutcher haunted by his past -- the actor is wrestling with major demons and regrets -- the grisly murder of his then-girlfriend Ashley Ellerin has stayed with him -- Ashton and wife Mila Kunis have weathered some storms but they’re in a good place now

Page 36: Celebrity Dads and Their Darling Daughters -- Michael and Carys Douglas, John and Ella Bleu Travolta, Lionel and Sofia Richie 

Page 37: Don and Dakota Johnson, Phil and Lily Collins 

Page 38: Ryan and Ava Phillippe, Mark and Lola Consuelos, Johnny and Lily-Rose Depp 

Page 39: Lenny and Zoe Kravitz, Clint and Francesca Eastwood, Alec and Ireland Baldwin, Rod and Ruby Stewart 

Page 40: Interview -- Charlize Theron does it all -- the actress, mom and producer talks about taking on projects that are close to her heart 

Page 42: New Year, New You -- kick-start a healthy 2021 with these celeb-approved wellness resolutions 

Page 46: Style Week -- Good American cofounded by Khloe Kardashian recently launched its first-ever footwear collection 

Page 54: Entertainment 

Page 55: Q&A with Brian Austin Green 

Page 58: Buzz -- Prince George and Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis joined their parents Prince William and Duchess Kate on the red carpet for the very first time and held hands on their way to London’s Palladium to watch the National Lottery’s Pantoland

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Gwyneth Paltrow on getting starstruck, Kurt Russell on wife Goldie Hawn’s penchant for sleeping in total darkness, Jimmy Fallon on which SNL costar he’d want to be stuck on a desert island with (Tina Fey), Chrissy Teigen on being embarrassed 

Page 61: Megan Thee Stallion on the guidance she gets from Jay-Z and Beyonce, Frances McDormand on hooking up with husband Joel Coen, Chad Michael Murray on seeing pics from his heartthrob days, Rachel Brosnahan on what the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel fans can look forward to 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Capricorn John Legend turned 42 on December 28

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Larry David 

[emptycanoflizards]

Island Song

Parkner Day 1!! I didn’t actually think that I would successfully be able to publish this tonight, but here we are!! Some sort of messy ending and everything!! Much thanks to @even-dead-im-the-hero for letting me panic and ramble to them about this, and @bellaxbeatrice and @parkneroses for giving me some much needed encouragement <3

day 1: “Road work ahead?” | Word count: 2k | Avaliable on Ao3 here 

“No, sweetheart, I promise. You’re gonna love it,” Harley declared again, smiling over at Peter as he drove. “I’m just saying, the last time that you promised me that, you filled my web-shooters with silly string,” the younger replied, rolling his eyes but eventually sinking into a smile. He couldn’t help himself, he really did love everything his boyfriend did for him. “This is different. Last time, we weren’t in Hawaii, so… yeah. Big difference.” Tony and Stephen had recently decided that the life that they and Peter lived back in New York was too stressful, which lead to Tony booking them all an impromptu vacation to Hawaii. Somehow, Peter had apparently made a good enough impression on Harley’s parentals that they had decided that it was completely necessary to bring him along for the ride, and the older boy could not agree more. Two weeks on a tropical island with his boyfriend? There was literally nothing better in this world. It was only their third day on the island, but Harley had done his research and had the absolute perfect day planned. He had forced Peter out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am and told him that he urgently needed to get his swim trunks and a sweatshirt on and meet him in the car in 10 minutes. The brunet groaned and moaned but ended up doing exactly as he was instructed, and landed curled up in the passenger seat of the Jeep with three minutes to spare. Harley grinned happily as he silently drove them onto the path to their first destination. “Where are we going?” Peter asked, only six or so minutes into their drive. Harley shrugged knowingly and turned up the music before reaching over and carefully lacing their fingers together. Thirty minutes later, the Harley got off the highway and drove into a small, rundown looking artsy area, which was unusually full of cars for how early in the day it was. Peter sat up and pulled his hood down to glance at the houses that they passed and gave his boyfriend a confused look. “Unless you decided to do some charity work today, I think I’m more confused than when we left the house.” “Just wait, baby,” He said softly, driving into the parking lot of what looked like an antique mall, with less organization and more tables. The blond threw the Jeep in park and smirked over to Peter. “Okay. Get ready to have your tastebuds amazed.” Peter snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes, but as soon as he opened the door, he was shut up. Harley was obviously right. “C’mon, sugar. We got reservations for 8:10.” The two laced their fingers together again as they walked up to a small greeting area, where a plump Hawaiian lady met them. Obviously, they were outrageously busy, so the woman was stressed, but took the time to throw a kind smile at them. “The wait will be 30 minutes to an hour,” she said without thinking, busying herself with menus and silverware for another group waiting to be sat. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’ve uh... We have reservations. Under Keener, for two..” Harley said, his lips peeking into a smile as he glanced over to Peter, whose face was glowing with a light pink blush. “Oh!” she said, sounding surprised. She searched through the book and smiled when her finger found their name. “Yes yes. Come on, right over here. Corner booth alright with you?” The boys nodded contently as they followed her to a tiny booth in the far corner, right next to the window to the highway. There were plants hanging in the window, and a small fan sat in the door next to them, and the most delicious smells filled the air. Peter took a deep breath as he sat down across from Harley, who had already begun to hungerly look over the menu. “Holy shit..” The older boy whispered, whistling at all the choices. “Literally everything in here looks so good. I want everything. Think we could get everything?” Peter laughed as he looked over the options. Well, he wasn’t wrong. “We should,” he said absentmindedly, his brain preoccupied with reading the description on the red velvet pancakes. “Wait- Harley, no. Do not get everything!”Twenty minutes later, the table was filled with food of all sorts. Stacks of pancakes were in the middle, Loco Moco filled most of Harley’s side, while Peter stuck with some Kalua pork and more pancakes, this time with guava flavoring and quite possibly the best sauce either of them have ever tasted. It took them nearly an hour to make a dent in the mountain of food, even with Peter’s speedy metabolism, but it was more than okay to both of them. By the time half of the red velvet pancakes were gone, they both were stuffed. Eventually, the hefty bill was brought to them, to which Harley proudly handed Tony’s credit card back. Within minutes, they were back in the Jeep, feeling much more energized and excited for the day.The next stop was somewhat a drive away. The GPS was set for the windward side of the island, which so far was filled with tiny fruit stands, surf shops that looked like they were one hurricane away from destruction, and the most friendly people either of them could meet, which was a very welcomed change of pace as opposed to the New Yorkers that they were used to. Harley had pulled off to the side of the road only twenty minutes into their trip after Peter jokingly suggested that they needed to try coconut milk at least once on their journey. “Harley- what? No! I was kidding!” Peter called out the window of the jeep, already breaking down into giggles as he watched the blond march across the street to vender, which was guarded by a very buff Hawaiian man. If it weren’t for the man’s sudden smile, Peter would have been worried for Harley’s safety. Seconds later, he returned across the street with an armful of fresh fruit, two strange-looking saran-wrapped sushi things, and two coconuts with straws hanging out of them. “I got us some stuff for the trip,” he said triumphantly. He walked to the backseat and dumped the fruit on top of the blankets that were packed in, then motioned for Peter to come out of the car and join him. When they were both sitting on the hood of the car, Harley handed Peter a coconut and leaned his head on his shoulder. The sun was creating patterns on their legs because of the trees above them, which Peter started tracing over, causing Harley to laugh and squirm away with a squeak of “No fair, you know I’m ticklish!” Peter laughed and pulled his hand away in mock surrender, before looking down at the coconut in his hand. “So.. are you gonna drink yours first? Or me first? Or at the same time?” He asked, bringing his eyes up to meet Harley’s bright blue ones. God, the greenery around them and the sunlight above them truly did him some good. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Noticing his sudden staring, Harley ducked down and kissed him softly. Peter hummed a satisfied noise before pulling away. “Are you avoiding this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow before pointing down to the coconuts. “I don’t avoid anything,” Harley responded stubbornly, smirking and taking a long swig from the bright green straw. The reactions were almost immediate- coconut milk was being spat feet away from the Jeep, followed by a yelp of disgust, which leads to Peter nearly falling off the hood with laughter. “Do I-” the boy was cut off by his continuous laughter. “Are you still gonna make me drink mine?” “You think I’m gonna suffer alone?! Sugar, you’ve gotta down the whole thing for laughing at me like that!” Peter scoffed and shoved his boyfriend playfully. “You screamed! Like, full out screamed! Like, dropped your croissants screamed!” He responded, earning a glare, which was obviously covering a loving smile. “You drink it! See if you can not scream.” And so he did. Peter brought the identical bright green straw up to his lips and took a sip. What shocked him was the bitter-sweet taste that washed over his tongue. He turned to Harley, his brows drawing together as he took another drink. This was actually really good! “Was… was yours bad or something? Maybe the coconut rotted?” he suggested, glancing down at the other drink, mainly to dodge Harley’s confused, almost offended look. “No way. You like that? No way.” He picked up the younger boy’s drink and took a short sip, nearly gagging as soon as the liquid touched his taste buds. “Petey, I think your mouth is broken,” he stated, shaking his head as he thrust both coconuts back towards his boyfriend. Peter happily took them back, already sipping from one of the straws as Harley shook his head in mock disgust.The remainder of their morning consisted of a road trip to a secret beach Harley had found out about by talking with the Coconut Vendor Man, in which he had almost gotten them miserably lost (though, neither of them would have actually minded). The older boy was preoccupied with impressing his boyfriend with his singing to hear the GPS instructions to go left on the tiny dirt road that leads them off the highway, so they continued on. Peter was giggling loudly when Harley noticed a sign on the side of the road. “Heh.. Road work ahead? Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does,” he murmured, already giggling at his own joke as they sped on. “Harley, that says road closed ahead.” “Shit.” The car squealed to a stop as they saw said closed road, which leads to Harley showing off a very poorly executed three-point turnaround in the middle of the deserted highway. From there, they paid more attention to the voice of the GPS, which landed them in the most perfect little hide-a-way. They set up the blanket in a sandy grove, which was covered in small trees, just small enough to climb on and jump into the crystal clear water. The fruit they had collected earlier in the day sat with their sweatshirts, tank tops, and sandals under the trees until much later in the day, when they would wander up, soaking wet and cracking up laughing, to take a short refuel break. They continued their swimming, climbing, and fruit-eating routine until late into the night when the sun began to sink into the waves. Harley had built a small fire using dried out driftwood, which was what he claimed to be the one and only skill he retained from boy scouts back in elementary school before Tony adopted him. No matter where he had learned it from, Peter was simply astonished by his boyfriend’s ability. After the fire was settled, Harley opened his arms and invited Peter to come over and cuddle up in front of the newfound heat. The brunette was there without hesitation. The sun continued to set as Harley softly hummed country songs in Peter’s ears, pressing a soft kiss onto the curls on the back of his head every couple of verses. Peter’s dark eyes drifted shut as night surrounded them, the moment too relaxing for them to remain open. ‘I really could get used to this,’ he thought to himself, the combination of the fire and the waves and Harley’s sweet accent enough to slowly lull him into sleep. Only minutes later, the older boy carefully lifted him back into the car, where he wrapped the blanket gently around him and turned on his favorite album, before starting the long drive home. The windows were down as Harley got back to the hotel, letting the salty night time air mingle with Peter’s soft snoring and the echo of guitars from the radio. He looked over to his boyfriend in the passenger seat as he pulled into the driveway of their Airbnb, just taking in his messy brown hair peeking out from his own sweatshirt, the way his lips were slightly open as he slept, how peaceful his expression was, and he thought that he really might be in heaven.

[sorenmarie87]

An unexpected vacation in Vegas

Summary - A convention gets in the way of the girls working on their next project.  Las Vegas - here come Renny and Moira.    

Renny and Moira face claims 

Warnings - Smut - fingering. Oral (female receiving).  Teasing.  

A/N - Any mistakes in this are my own  <3

Word Count - 1,764

OC Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer @docharleythegeekqueen @mirajanefairytailmage

A few months after her initial conversation with her wife about quitting her boring office job, Moira had given her two week notice and she was free.  There was a lot of planning to do but it would be worth it in the long run.

Crowley Entertainment was up and running.  Travis was immediately on board when Moira first called.  He wanted to help out in anyway he could.  Travis was responsible for actor recruitment - male and female, of course, finding and renting a space where they could film, and the girls were on the lookout for new employees.

Things were going well.  It had taken a couple of years to get established and build up a new fanbase, but Moira and Renny had finally done it.

--

“Renny, my love,  how do you deal with your hair being this long?”  Moira had just gotten out of the shower and was close to taking a pair of scissors and chopping it all off.  She had spent years with short hair.  When Renny told her to let grow out, she smiled and tackled her wife onto the bed.  It was that day she realized Renny had a hair kink.  

“Do you want me to brush it for you?” The two of them chuckled as Moira took a seat in front of the vanity and handed her the hair brush.  “I've always dealt with long hair, so it's easier for me.  Besides if my mom - may she rest in peace - ever found out I chopped my hair off, she'd come back and haunt me.”

“Are you serious?”  Moira raised an eyebrow and Renny nodded.  

“I never understood it but yes hair was really important to her.”

Moira pursed her lips then hissed in pain as Renny jerked on her hair.  “Sorry baby.”

“It’s fine.  I talked to Travis about our next production.”  

“Really? What's this one going to be about?”

“Newly wedded couple on their honeymoon.”

“Please tell me it's a location shoot.  Please.  Better yet - tell me who gets to be the leads.”

“I do love hearing you beg, my love.”  Renny gently tugged on Moira's hair and she chuckled.  “Okay, I'm sorry.  Yes it's a location shoot - somewhere tropical, the destination hasn't been picked yet.  Travis was going to give one of the new girls the opportunity but our anniversary is coming up...”

Renny took the opportunity to steal a kiss from Moira when she turned her head around, but she pulled away before things get too heated.  She continued to run the brush through Moira's hair with a smile plastered on her face.    

--

“We have a problem.”  Travis folded his arms and stood in the doorway as both Renny and Moira turned to look at him.  “We have to push back our shoot.  There’s a convention in Las Vegas that wants the two of you there.”

“How is that a problem?”

“It throws off our filming schedule.  I know you said you didn’t want to take a break but I’m demanding it.  The two of you have been working hard so I want you guys to go.”  

“To work the convention?”  

“They want you there one day at least.  You know do a meet and greet, autographs, that sort of thing.  Take a week off, see the sights, have anniversary sex in as many places as possible but please don’t tell me about it.”

“Oh why not Travis, we could come up with some pretty good ideas that way.”  Moira winked at Travis as he groaned.  

“There’s a reason it’s called a private life.  I really don’t need to know what the two of you are like in the bedroom.”

“Travis, buddy, you film it almost everytime we do something.”  Renny wrapped one arm around Travis’s shoulder and he chuckled.  

“This isn’t normal.”

“We aren’t normal, I mean really.  Look at what we do for a living.”

“Good point.  So ladies - you leave on Thursday.  Everything is already paid for - we all pitched in and got you first class seats.  You’ll be staying at -”  He pauses to look down at the email again.   “the Excalibur Hotel, so that should be fun.”  

“We have to go see the Mob Museum.”  Renny at this point is practically jumping up and down.  “Wait!  Freed’s Bakery is in Las Vegas right?”

“Yes Renny, that’s why the show is called Vegas Cakes.”

“We have to visitttttt.”

“Okay, okay calm down.  Thanks a lot Travis.”  

“Anytime Moira.”  Travis ran a hand through his brown hair with a sigh.  “Any recommendations on who can take your place on this shoot?”

“Ohhh I know~ what about you and Gwen?”  Renny smirked as Travis blushed.  “I know you do solo videos from time to time but word around the office is she wants to bang you like a drum.”

“Jesus Renny, leave the poor boy alone.”  Moira shook her head and glanced over at Travis who was in thought.  

“Want us to talk to Gwen about it?”  

“Nah, I got it.”  Travis quickly bounced back and smiled.  “Have a lovely vacation ladies.”  

“Call Avalon and see if she can stand in for you!”  Travis walked out of the office with a quick wave.  

--  

The plane ride to Las Vegas went as smooth as possible and Renny was grateful.  She hated flying, and she was trying so hard to ignore Moira's jokes about joining the mile high club.  “Behave yourself, please.”

“Fine.”  Moira huffed and crossed her arms.  

“Just wait until we get to the hotel okay.”

“You promise?”  Renny smiled and kissed her wife's cheek.  “this vacation is going to start off with a bang.”  

Renny had turned her phone back on as soon as they were inside the airport.  The two of them picked up their luggage, and they were only stopped a couple of times by fans.  Moira chuckled and Renny looked at her with a smile on her face.  She double checked that they were going towards the right exit.

“I wanna go back inside where it's cooler.”  Moira whined as soon as they stepped outside.  She fanned herself as they walked and Renny sighed.  It probably didn't help that Moira was wearing her hair down either.  

“Want me to braid your hair while we wait for the shuttle to our hotel?”  

“Oh my god, please.”  Renny chuckled as she fished a hair tie from her carry on.  She had just put the hair tie in when the bus pulled up.  

“We could always find a hair salon and get your hair chopped off again.”

Moira kissed her cheek and rested her head on Renny's shoulder.  “It can wait until we get home.  I can deal with it for a few more days.”  

--

After waiting for what felt like ever, they were finally checked in and on their way up to their room.  Renny smirked to herself when she realized there was no one in the elevator with them.  She was lucky that Moira was wearing a skirt, so when she started moving her hand up her leg, Moira looked at her with a grin.  Renny winked as her hand disappeared under Moira’s skirt and she hummed in approval when she realize Moira wasn’t wearing underwear.  “Renny, what the - “  Moira stopped talking when Renny traced her fingers around her mound before inserting one finger in.  She gently moved it in and out before inserting another finger.  

“Just let me do this, okay?” She whispered into Moira’s ear as Renny’s thumb started rubbing gentle circles around her clit.  To not make noise, Moira leaned into Renny’s side and started sucking gently on her neck and leaving little love bites on Renny’s pale skin as she moved down and sucked harshly on her collar bone.  Moira slid her hand under Renny’s shirt and started groping her breast as Renny picked up her pace.  Renny curled her fingers in a come here motion as she brushed against that sweet spot and she felt Moira clench around her fingers.  She cried out and slumped over onto Renny.  

“Fuck babe, warn a girl next time.”  Renny felt Moira kiss her neck as she removed her fingers and moved Moira’s skirt back to its original position.  The elevator dinged as they reached their floor and all Moira could think about was how she was going to get Renny back.  

--

Moira's eyes opened as she felt around the nightstand for her phone.  She clicked the power button and jerked away from the light.  “6:30 A.M.” Moira sighed as got out from bed to go use the bathroom. After a few minutes, Moira came back out refreshed.  She chuckled as Renny moved around on the king sized bed and snagged her pillow in a hug.  Quickly, she snapped a photo before making it back over to the bed.  

She noticed a quiet moan coming from Renny as she approached her side of the bed.  Moira bit back a laugh as she noticed her wife was rutting against the pillow.  "Never thought I'd be jealous of a pillow, but here I am."  

Renny had kicked the covers off of her and Moira sucked in a breath.  The gears on her head started turning as Renny rolled on to her back.  Moira crawled onto bed and nudged Renny's legs apart.  She placed gentle kisses up Renny's leg, and nipped the inside of her thigh with a giggle.  She watched as Renny's chest moved up and down, reassuring Moira that she was still asleep.  

Renny's eyes fluttered open as she felt herself clench.  “Moira what the- “  She met Moira's gaze as she watched her pump her fingers in and out, and with last lick, Renny came.

“Morning babe.”  

“Was-” Renny took a breath as Moira laid her head on Renny's chest.   “Was that for the elevator?”

“Yes.”

“I need to tease you more often if this is the result.”  Moira nipped the side of her breast and Renny chuckled.  “Or maybe not, next time I might not walk away unscathed.”  

“So what do you want to do today?”

“You.”

“After that?”

“Still you.”

“Renny, we have to eat and do touristy shit.  Otherwise, Travis will murder us.”

Renny huffed a sigh as she got up and pulled Moira with her.  “Let's take a shower, get breakfast and then we'll figure out what to do.”  

“I promise, I'm yours later tonight.  Anything you want to do, we'll do it.”

“Oh babe, you mean it?”

“Yes?”

“We might need to google a sex shop for what I want to do.”  She squeezed Moira’s ass before smacking it.  “This ass is mine.”