#and i just roll my eyes and get back to my meatballs

[scarylullabies]

i swear i'm not trying to think of it this way, but every time domgold trollop issues an executive order, all I can see in my head is this:

[lowkeyren]

—my muse, my cure.

in which : both you and jiaoqiu are deeply concerned about each other's health but have an unconventional way of showing it.

pairing : jiaoqiu x gn!reader

wc 850, established relationship, 2.5 spoilers woops (but this isn't angst trust), also ib by an iconic line in 2.5 iykwim, art by @/Lianzi_ on x, reblogs r much appreciated!!!

how do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?

being a picky eater isn't easy, especially when you have a sly fox like jiaoqiu in your kitchen.

you think you're safe when you see a simple, mouthwatering dish; but with him, there's always a catch. beneath the savoury aroma of perfectly cooked meatballs or the comforting warmth of a soup, he hides the things you avoid —finely diced peppers, a hint of spice, or icky vegetables you swore you’d never touch.

jiaoqiu doesn’t say a word, but the way his ears twitch gives him away. he watches with a subtle, knowing grin as you take a bite, waiting for you to realize what he’s done. though by the time you do notice, it’s already too late. despite your best efforts, the subtle icky flavour of green peppers have already permeated your taste buds.

“you didn’t even notice, did you?” he teases, his voice laced with mischief.

you shoot him a glare as you reluctantly finish the dish, the flavours blending together so seamlessly that you almost forget what you were trying to avoid in the first place. (seems like his culinary skills managed to win you over once again)

“that’s not very polite of you, doctor.” 

jiaoqiu’s smile widens at your response. “ah, come on now,” he says, feigning a hurt expression. “it's all in good fun. besides, you know those peppers are packed with vitamins. it’s good for you.”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, your irritation still simmering. “well, just because your dish turned out good, don’t think i’m letting you off the hook that easily,” you say, rolling your eyes, though a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

jiaoqiu only chuckles at your response, clearly amused. “i see how it is,” his tone taking on a teasing lilt as he steps a little closer, “you best stay on your guard then, dearest.” 

“how do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?” the answer is quite simple. chop the peppers and mix them with minced meat to make meatballs, allowing the meat’s flavor to mask the peppers so even your fussy spouse can enjoy them.

how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine?

being a doctor isn't easy, especially when you’re injured and your partner is more worried about your own health than you are.

“qiu’er, i’m back!” the sound of your voice instantly draws his attention, he turns his head in your direction, the subtle rustle of sheets accompanying his movement. the bed dips slightly under your weight as you settle beside him, the warmth of your presence soothing. “here, i brought you some tea,” you murmur. 

“careful, it’s hot.” you gently lift the cup to his lips, the steam rising and carrying with it the sweet, spiced scent of cinnamon —he immediately notices the strong overpowering smell right away.

ah… cinnamon? so you took his advice from years ago, but unfortunately a fox’s senses are sharper than most. 

his nose scrunches slightly as the liquid gently brushes against his lips. “spiked my tea with something, dearest?” you pause, setting the cup down with a soft clink. though just as you’re about to retort, his hand reaches out, searching for you with a gentle touch. his fingers graze your arm, then find your hand, which he clasps with a tender grip.

“cinnamon is excellent for masking strong odors and is even used to conceal the scent of poison... but you wouldn’t be so cruel to me, would you?” he remarks with a playful smile, though there’s an ironic edge to his words, given his current condition.

you let out an exasperated sigh, “you wouldn’t take your medicine, qiu’er. i never thought you’d be such a stubborn doctor.” 

he chuckles softly, the sound low and a little raspy. “stubborn? i prefer ‘selective.’” his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “and i chose to have you as my doctor.” 

“if it means i get to be the one who takes care of you, then i’ll gladly accept that,” you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “now get some rest —doctor’s orders.” you help him settle back on the bed, careful not to accidentally press on his bandaged wounds, before gently pulling the sheets up to cover him.

you lean down to kiss the crown of his head, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing, rhythmic motion. “i’m only following your orders, baobei,” he mumbles softly, his words trailing off as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

today the sun may blaze brightly in the sky, but its brilliance fades next to the warmth of your smile, a light that, though he may not be able to see, touches his heart more profoundly than the brightest day ever could.

how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine? easy. disguise it in a comforting cup of tea, masking the bitterness with cinnamon, so even he won’t notice until it’s too late. of course, your tricks never really fool him, but he lets you win anyway.

homeboy has been through so much

MASTERLIST.

[pasukiyo]

HANDLE IT

mike schmidt x f!teacher!reader word count; 2,417 warnings; once again, no plot, just porn <3 summary; mike has a look. that's never a good sign.

 “Follow Mrs Davis and her class for lunch!”

 Mike watched from his seat behind the teacher’s desk as his girlfriend saw her class out the door, hand on the handle and pulling it closed behind them, making sure to twist the lock while she did. The corners of his mouth twitched as she sighed and fell back against the door, blowing a strand of loose hair out of her face. 

 “Long day?” Mike asked and she narrowed her eyes over at him, her lips quirked in a tired grin. “Don’t even get me started,” she grumbled as she pushed herself off of the door, heels clicking against the tile as she made her way back to her desk. 

 “Abby hasn’t been a problem, I hope?” Mike cocked an eyebrow to his hairline as she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, settling herself down in her chair. She rolled her eyes at this, “you always make it seem like she should be causing trouble,” she tittered. “No, Abby’s always great.”

 She watched as Mike reached for the floor beside him, a plastic takeout bag in his hand and she grinned, wiggling in her seat as he began to unravel the knot in the handles. “Sooo… what did you bring me?” She asked, letting the smell of what she swore was tomato sauce waft through her nostrils.

 “New Italian place opened in the mall. Figured we could try it out,” he replied as he handed her one of the takeout boxes in which she ripped the lid off of, grinning over at Mike. “Spaghetti with meatballs. You know me so well.”

 She leaned forward as he handed her the plastic fork to press a kiss against his lips and Mike smiled, practically chasing after her mouth again when she pulled away. He watched as she spun the spaghetti around her fork, as she took a bite and moaned at the taste. 

 Suddenly, Mike’s jeans felt very tight. 

 “What is this place called? It’s amazing,” she moaned, chewing behind her fingers as she turned to glance over at Mike. “Ten out of ten. This might even be better than your spaghetti and meatballs.”

 Mike, although distracted by something else entirely, furrowed his brows at this, tossing his hands up. “Hey,” he said. “Thought you loved my spaghetti and meatballs.”

 She shrugged, “they’re alright.” Mike playfully shoved her shoulder and she tried to bite back a chuckle, glancing back over to him. “Hey, I don’t see you eating spaghetti and meatballs, why don’t you try and find out?” She laughed, taking a bite from a meatball as Mike pressed his lips together, curved into a grin as he shook his head. “Nah, I’m not that hungry right now.”

 She raised a brow and tilted her head to eye the other takeout box in the plastic bag. “Mike, you haven’t even touched your food,” she tittered, eyeing him incredulously. She narrowed her lids, “you have a look.”

 The corner of Mike’s mouth twitched— she was catching on. “I don’t have a look.”

 Her face fell and she dropped her fork in the to-go box, eyebrow cocked. “Yes, you do.”

 Mike leaned back in his seat and locked his fingers together on his lap, shrugging as he turned his head to face her. “Enlighten me, what look do you think I have?”

 For a fleeting moment, her gaze lowered to the very evident tent in his jeans, her thighs subconsciously clenching together at the sight, cheeks growing warm when he chuckled. She looked away, soothing her palms up and down the length of her skirt and Mike watched, teeth sunken into the inside of his cheek. A scenario played in the forefront of his mind, fantasizing about ripping the skirt clean off her legs and taking her right there on top of her desk had him balling a fist, squeezing his thumb so tight, it almost felt like it’d pop. 

 “Mike…”

 “What?” He murmured, leaning in closer, brushing away the hair curtaining away the side of her face back behind her ear. She melted like wax at his touch, as if her fingertips were flames. Her skin burned so hot now, she feared she actually would melt into a pool of magma on the floor below. 

 “Here?” She whispered as he rolled his chair closer, his breath a phantom looming over her flesh, sending shivers slithering down the coil of her spine. Mike peered up into the sides of her irises, “why not?”

 His lips pressed against the delicate skin just below her ear and she trembled, panicking eyes darting to the door she had thankfully locked. “I’ll give you a million reasons why not,” she murmured as his kisses trailed down to the curve of her shoulder, the scruff on his chin and just above his lips deliciously burning her skin. 

 “I can be sneaky,” he whispered against the valley between her neck and shoulder, his lips a crescent against her skin when he playfully nipped her flesh between his teeth there. She jolted and hissed, clenching her thighs together once more as the familiar slick of warmth burned the pit of her belly. “If somebody walks in, we’re both dead,” she murmured as his palm gripped and soothed down the length of her thigh, kneading at her knee, teasing her, taunting her. 

 “Relax, babe,” he breathed a chuckle against the crook of her neck. “I just want a taste, that’s all. Wouldn’t want you to get all fucked out before the day is over.”

 His low, raspy words had her reeling, her head in a frenzy and teetering on the edge of a mindset she knew she was at risk of falling down into. “Screw you, Mike,” she muttered through gritted teeth as he grinned, placing one last kiss against the breadth of her shoulder before sinking down to his knees on the floor, hanging his head so that he could fit beneath the desk. 

 Her heart drummed against her chest as he slithered his way between her legs, hands on her knees as slowly he parted them, as if he were unwrapping a present on Christmas Day. Through heavy eyelids, she peered down at him just as a silent curse fell from his mouth, teeth burrowed into the plush of his bottom lip as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles into the inside of her knees. 

 “You’re soaked clean through your panties,” he chuckled and she burned brighter, sweat already beginning to bead at her hairline and her chest heaving to the unsteady beat of her heart. His name fell from her lips in a whispered sigh as he reached forward with his right thumb, pressing the fat of it straight onto her clothed clit, her back arching up off of her chair as he traced an agonizingly slow and painful circle against it, sighing at the way her slick showed through the thin fabric of her underwear. 

 “Fffuck,” he grumbled beneath his breath, hiking the skirt that hugged her curves until they pooled at her hips, pushing her knees further apart until he had full access to everything. His gaze was like a laser, burning through the damp fabric of her panties straight through to her pussy. He eyed her like he was starved, like he’d go hungry if he didn't get himself a taste. 

 Mike hooked his middle and forefinger around the hem of her underwear and tugged, although with some resistance with how wet she was. She gasped when the fabric unstuck itself from her arousal, Mike’s lips falling agape as he tugged her panties all the way down her legs until they hooked around one single ankle. He pressed himself closer, wrapping his arms around her hips and with his palms to her ass, drawing her in even closer until she sat on the edge of her seat. 

 “So fuckin’ pretty,” he marveled at the sight before him, admiring every single inch of her as if she were an artifact. She shuddered beneath his stare. “Mike,” she mewled through a shaky breath, “please.”

 With those deep, rich chocolate brown eyes, he glimpsed up at her and she gazed back, wondering when his pupils ended and his irises started. His eyes glimmered with longing, with desire, with lust. She thought she’d come from just his stare alone. 

 “Have to stay quiet, hm?” He nodded up at her, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a kiss just above her clit, feeling it throb against his chin as she writhed, trying to suppress her mewl. She nodded, pressing her lips together as she briefly glanced up at the door then to the windows— she was so grateful she’d drawn the blinds earlier. 

 Their gazes never leaving one another, Mike carefully leaned down to press a tender kiss on top of her aching bud, her toes curling in, back arching off the back of her chair. One of her hands flung to the mess of dark tendrils atop his head, the other gripping the armrest of her desk chair. Mike pulled away again, the makings of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Think you can handle it?” He asked and she whimpered, nodding, every ounce of dignity in her body long gone, thrown somewhere far away from right there.

 “Just… please, Mike,” she whined, trying to keep her voice on the low as she gripped the roots of his hair tighter, inviting him back into her warmth, his arousal like a gloss on his lips. The crescent shape of his lips fell back against her clit as he pressed another kiss to it, electricity flowing through her body and making her jolt once more. 

 Mike eyed her through hooded lids as he licked a stripe all the way from her entrance back up the underside of her clit, relishing in the way she’d tremble and press her lips together in a desperate attempt to silence her whimpers. The delectable taste of her arousal coated his tongue and simmered on his taste buds as if she were his ambrosia, and he hummed as he licked another line up her slit. 

 “Taste so damn good,” he practically growled against her cunt as he plunged his face back in, his lips around her clit and tongue swirling against the sensitive nub. Tears were streaming down the sides of her face now as she threw her head back, using every last ounce of strength inside her body to will her moans to stay at a minimum. All she could do was pray that nobody would come knocking on her classroom door now. 

 A string of curses, his name among the mix, tumbled from her lips as he sucked her clit, every swirl of his tongue coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. She was balancing on a tightrope now, teetering on bliss as his tongue trailed down to her entrance, slow but firm as it pushed its way in. Her fingers tightened in the mess of hair on his head, pulling harder, making him surge into her. 

 She could feel every inch of his tongue inside of her and he was so close, the bridge of his nose pressed deliciously down on her clit, sending her down into a spiral of pleasure. She squeezed her eyelids together so tight, she was seeing stars, a shimmering backdrop of glitter as he swirled his muscle inside of her, humming into her at her taste. 

 “Sh… shi… shit, Mike!” She gasped as he nodded his head, tongue swirling inside of her, the bridge of his nose rubbing up and down against her clit. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her hand, every move his tongue made and every bit of pressure his nose applied to her clit added more rubber bands to the ball pressing down against the pit of her belly, dangerously close to erupting. “I’m… I’m gonna come if you don’t… if you don’t stop.”

 Mike blinked up at her and pulled away for breath, every inch of his face from the bridge of his nose down slick and shiny with her arousal. She felt herself clench at the mere sight as his chest heaved, chasing air back into his lungs, a smug smirk on his face. “I’m betting on it, babe,” he chuckled before diving back in, her pussy empty one moment and nearly full of his tongue the next. 

 His eagerness almost had her screaming, her nails scraping so hard against his scalp, somewhere in the back of her mind, she feared she’d draw blood. Mike hummed against her— he didn’t seem to mind so much. 

 Oh, how could he when he could sense she was so close? He could practically smell her orgasm, using every ounce of skill in his body to push her even closer to the edge, to knock her unsteady on top of that tightrope until it snapped below her altogether. 

 With her hand not tangled in his hair, she sank her teeth into the side of her hand to muffle the scream that ripped through her body, squeezing her eyelids shut even tighter as her body spasms, bones rattling in her release’s wake. Her orgasm thundered and cracked through her body like an earthquake, the sheer power of her release like a tempest. Her thighs squeezed around Mike’s head and he palmed at the sides of them as he swirled his tongue inside of her again and again, making sure not a drop of her went to waste. 

 He was practically drinking her, slurping every last drop until there was none left to be had. And only when that moment came did he pull away, breathless as he sat back on his heels below her desk, swiping at the slick dripping down his face with the back of his hand. 

 Mike gazed up at her curiously, her head still thrown back over the back of the chair, chest heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. He chuckled as he pushed himself out from underneath her desk and up so that he could stand beside her, a palm cupping her cheek, the other aiding her head to sit normally on her shoulders. The pad of his thumb soothed over against her cheek, coaxing her out of her bleary state, her vision slowly beginning to clear again. 

 Mike tried to bite back his smile, “doing alright there?”

 She huffed as her cheeks burned, “shut up, Mike.”

a/n; i ended up writing up this one in like 45 minutes while sitting in the bathtub LMAO y'all went absolutely crazy with the last mike fic, you literally broke my tumblr notifications 😭 glad to see so many others horny for josh in this movie too

TAGLIST !!

@bxbyyyjocelyn

[tpwk-formula1]

hi! I saw your menu was back and had to request something.

I'd like to be served by Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell.

to start with I'd like to order a sicilian crust pizza with red sauce.

for toppings I'll have: salami, garlic, roasted asparagus, cherry tomatoes, turkey meatballs and basil

to drink I'll have: sweet tea, boba (but I'm thinking more like double penetration if you're okay with that), vodka redbull and sprite

also, yes to dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

AN - Finally! I am so sorry this took me far longer than I wanted but I kid you not I have deleted and rewrote this request at least 2 times but I'm finally content with it! I hope you love and enjoy the fic!

TW - Threesome, squirting, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, MDNI 18+

WC - 1.5K

sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex salami "You’re gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat” garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" roasted asparagus "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it" cherry tomatoes "Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right" turkey meatballs “Stop crying, I’m far from done” basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" sweet tea dumbification boba anal (DP) vodka redbull squirting sprite size kink dessert yes served by Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris

Y/N POV

"Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right" I hear my boyfriend of a year hiss in my ear.

"Max what?" I snap looking at him slightly confused.

"Why is it that every time you disappear and I find you, you're with Verstappen," he whispers back not really answering my question but giving me enough to make me laugh slightly.

"Oh you think this is funny?" Max questions while still pulling me through the busy club back to where Lando was seated with my drink.

"No Max, I think you leaving me alone for several hours and still being jealous because I was hanging out with the only other person I knew. Where the fuck did you two go? Left me alone looking stupid and for what? A quick fuck without me," I seethe back annoyed that he was the one mad.

"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed that I couldn't find my girlfriend when I went to the bathroom for no more than 10 minutes," Max snaps back making me roll my eyes slightly.

I climb into the booth and grabbing the bottle of tequila out of the ice bin and pouring myself and shot and quickly taking it without a second thought.

"Did you not fuck him good enough? Like damn why is he so fucking pissy," I say clearly letting the alcohol do some of the talking for me.

"Really? Don't turn your differences with each other onto me," Lando tells me before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"He's just stressed about the WDC which is weird since he's not the one racing," Lando tells me softly while we watch Max come near us and sit down next to me.

"I'm mad at you," I tell him making him shake his head.

"You'll get over it when I fuck the attitude out of you. I heard the little comment you made to Lando," Max whisper in my ear making me shiver slightly.

"Piss off, Max. I'm so tired of your weird bullshit possessiveness when it comes to Verstappen," I tell him back which quickly has Max wrapping his hand around my neck choking me slightly.

"You really are gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat," Max tells me. Before leaning down and smashing his lips on mine clearly still frustrated. I kiss him back before I start feeling Lando and his wandering hands.

"We're in public," I whisper softly which has Lando groaning and standing up before pulling both Max and I up.

"Watching you two fight turns me on," Lando admits as we weave our way out of the club and quickly finding a cab to take up back to our apartment.

When we get back to our place Max makes quick work of stripping Lando and I out of our clothes before pushing me onto the bed so I'm positioned on my hands and knees. Once I arch my back I feel Max land a harsh spank right on my left ass cheek.

"Fuck," I whimper when I feel another on land on my ass. Suddenly I see Lando come onto the bed and sit down right in front of me. I instantly reach for his cock and pull it into my mouth.

"Fuck," Lando groans when my tongue starts swirling around his sensitive tip before I sink my mouth down taking all of Lando's cock into my mouth.

I feel Lando's hands tangle into my hair and start helping me bob my head up and down his cock while I can hear Max undressing himself before I feel the tip of his cock teasing my clit making me whimper around Lando's cock.

Once Max starts pushing in I moan loudly which is easily muffled due to my mouth being stuffed. When I feel Max bottom out in my pussy I pull my mouth off Lando's cock and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Max groans making me clench slightly from his words only making Max fuck me faster.

Lando pushes me back down on his cock making me gag almost instantly with how rough he is fucking into my mouth. I can feel the tears starting to streak down my cheeks.

“Stop crying, I’m far from done,” Lando groans while fucking into my face a bit harder. With Max still fucking into my soaked pussy I can feel him hitting my G-spot over and over again making my orgasm start to build.

"I'm close," I whimper out pulling off of Lando's cock for a split second before he pushes me back down and Max starts fucking me harder.

When I feel my orgasm hit I pull off of Lando's cock with a shout while I feel myself start squirting all over the bed.

"Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy when you cum," Max groans while he pulls out and pushes me towards Lando to climb into his lap.

Once I'm close enough to Lando he pulls me to him and instantly sinks me down on his cock while I hear Max grabbing something out of the night stand.

"He's gonna fuck your ass," Lando groans into my ear making me clench around Lando.

"Fuck," I whisper when I feel a drop of cold lube hit my puckered ass.

When I feel Max sink in a couple fingers I throw my head back moaning which has Max using his free hand to choke me while he continues to fuck my ass with his fingers.

When Max feels like he's stretched my ass enough he releases my throat and I lean down and pull Lando in for a kiss while he continues to buck up into my pussy.

When I feel Max lining up his cock with my ass I instinctively clench before doing my best to relax.

"Oh God," I cry out when Max starts slowly pushing into my ass filling me up in ways I have never been filled.

"Fuck, shit, so tight," Max grits out through clenched teeth once he's fully seated in my ass.

Lando and Max both start rocking their hips successfully fucking into me making me whimper.

"Fuck," I cry out feeling another orgasm start to build up deep in the pit of my stomach.

Lando starts thrusting up, deep into my pussy at a fast a brutal pace bringing me towards my orgasm far faster than the one previously.

"Fuck, cum for us pretty girl," Lando groans out before sneaking a hand between our bodies and rubbing my clit.

"Oh God," I cry out while cum oncee again. Neither one of the boys slow down helping me ride out my orgasm as well as successfully overstimulating me making me try to crawl my body away.

I move myself up a few inches before Max roughly grabs my hips from behind and pulls me back into him and Lando filling me up once again.

"Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it," Max groans out through gritted teeth making me whimper clearly getting lost in the pleasure.

"Too much," I somehow whimper out but instead of slowing down both of the boys speed up their actions making me whimper and moan loudly not being able to form any words.

"Look, she's so fucked out," Lando says while smirking only making me whimper more feeling another orgasm building up.

"Fuck, she's so desperate she's gonna cum again. We're gonna fill your tight little hole up," Max groans from behind me making me whimper and nod my head.

"I know you love it when we fill those pretty holes up with our cum," Lando groans while speeding up his trusting slightly before he sends one final rough thrust deep into my pussy before unleashing a massive cumshot deep into my pussy making a me whimper.

With Lando no longer roughly fucking into my pussy Max starts fucking into my ass harder throwing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I cry out while pulling off Lando's cock slightly while squirting my pleasure all over him.

"Fuck, I love when you squirt," Lando groans while throwing his head back.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Max groans while sending one final thrust deep into my ass and unleashing a rope after rope of cum in my ass.

When Max finally comes down from his orgasm he slowly pulls out of my ass before sitting back and watching my hole leak their cum.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty holes," Max groans before slowly getting out of bed and placing a soft kiss on both mine and Lando's forehead before going into the connected bathroom and grabbing a warm towel.

He quickly wipes me down and lightly wipes Lando down before climbing into bed and pulling me off Lando's chest and onto his.

"I'll work on not being so jealous," Max mumbles making me laugh slightly.

"If you fuck me like that every time I talk to Verstappen I might start getting a Red bull pass," I joke which makes Max pinch my side as a warning.

"I rather like you in my garage," Lando says while turning on his side and pulling my back into his chest so I'm still slightly laying on Max's side but I'm still spooning with Lando as well. It doesn't take any of us very long to fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.

[megameatymatt]

dad!matt and dad!chris is all i want in life

A Day with Dad - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris is left at home with his two daughters

TW!: none really

Requested?: yes

A/N: feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ( im also very sorry if this sucks i don't read a lot of dad!chris or matt fics😭)

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You and Chris have finally started building the family you've dreamed of for so long. You have two daughters: Avery who has just turned 4, and Scarlet who is 1 year old. You and Chris couldn't be happier living this life, but Chris noticed you've started to become more tired and tense, so during summer break, when the kids were home. He planned a day out full of activities for you and your friends.

It was 8:30 in the morning and you were leaving the house to get to the Breakfast place Chris put in a reservation for. "I'll see you soon," you say as you grab your house keys. "Have fun baby" Chris says as he grabs your chin and kisses you. "I'm gonna miss my girls," You say thinking of their cute chubby little faces. "They'll be with the fun parent, they won't miss you one bit," Chris says with a sense of pride. You roll you're eyes and laugh. "Whatever, Chris, I love you." "I love you more baby", and with that, you're stepping into the car and driving off. Chris waits outside until the car has fully left his sight before heading back inside.

As soon as he steps inside, he hears crying. "Scarlet" He mutters under his breath before running up the stairs and into the girls' room. He turns on the light and lifts Scarlet out of her crib. As soon as she's in his arms, she quiets down.

"Good morning sunshine, how are you?" Chris' presence wakes up his second daughter Avery. "Daddy!" Avery squeaks, wrapping her arms around Chris's leg. "Hey, bunny. You're pretty happy today!" He says, setting Scarlet back down in her crib. "Ok girls, Mommy went out today so guess what? You're gonna be spending the day with the best dad in the world," He says pointing both his fingers towards him. The girls cheer and Chris laughs. "Let's start by making some chocolate chip pancakes!"

It didn't go as planned. Chris ended up burning the pancakes. So now the 3 of them sit in the Mc. Donald's drive-thru picking out items from the breakfast menu. "I can't believe we are having Mc. Donalds for breakfast, this is the best day ever!" Avery says, waving her arms in the air. "Technically, they're breakfast foods so it's healthy. Also please don't tell your mother" Avery laughs as Chris picks up the food from the window and drives back home.

It's 4:40 in the afternoon. Chris got Scarlet to take her nap, and somehow he ended up sitting in front of Avery while she braids his hair into pigtails. "Done!" she says, grinning ear to ear as she hands Chris a mirror. "Wow sunshine, I look amazing," Chris says holding back a laugh.

"Now tell me, what would you like for dinner?" Chris asks handing her back the mirror. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" Avery says jumping around. Chris sighs, "You sure you don't want something healthier sweetie?" Chris asks. "Healthy food sucks," Avery says crossing her arms. Chris lets out a chuckle. "How bout' we get pasta instead, huh sweetie. We've had a little too much fast food don't you think?" "with meatballs?" Avery asked. "With as many meatballs as you like princess," Chris says as he tickles Avery. Almost right after, Chris hears Scarlet cry again.

It's 11:30 and Chris and Avery have fallen asleep on the couch. Scarlet is in her crib, and Moana still playing on the TV. Keys jangle at the door before it finally unlocks. You walk into the living room and see Chris and and Avery snuggled up on the couch asleep, you smile and pull out your phone to take a picture. You tap Chris on the shoulder and he jolts up, then falls back down when he realizes it's just you. "hey baby, you're back" he says, flashing you a tired smile. "I am. How'd it go" "Let's just say i'm the favourite now" You laugh before taking a closer look at him. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

[luvrxbunny]

i think Miguel would get turned on by little things. like little details that someone would normally overlook or have no reaction to

so what made me think of this is specifically when girls say to guys that they’re gonna like— “fuck the life outta him” because technically it’s the guy doing the fucking but i think the tiny bit of role reversal would haunt his mind. he’s distracted for the rest of the day. his boner that he acquired when you said that never goes away

also if omg— i think this is just gonna turn into Miguel secretly wanting to be dominated (or just generally wanting to be treated how he treats others in a relationship) so hold on tight

if you’re passing him in the kitchen or something and— AHAHAAAA okay wait

so Miguel is chopping something in the kitchen but you need to get past him for the fridge or something. so he’s chop chop chopping and you scoot by, resting your hands on his hips to lean him forward a bit with a small “sorry, baby.” as you scooch by. you’d just hear his chopping stop and he’s getting hard already. you have about 30mins before he’s fed up and comes to u begging.

AND IF U DEFEND HIM??? omg he loses his shit. like falling into subspace no matter where u guys are— maybe not fully under but man is slipping.

let’s say you’re at a bar w Miguel and you go to the bathroom for two seconds. a girl approaches him all like “wanna buy me a drink, handsome?” and he’s like “oh! i’m flattered but i have a girlfriend!! so…” she’s like scoff scoff!! “she doesn’t need to know” wink wink and that irks him. it’s rude to his character and it’s rude to u. “i would never do that to her” he’s done w the convo so he turns back to the tv behind the bar, opting to watch whatever is happening there rather than the bitch beside him. but she’s still yapping! “what?? babe.. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for u!! u can’t bend your rules just a little? *batting her ugly lashes* for me..?”

he just straight up rolls his eyes at her. she looks nothing like you so— “you are far from what i’d consider beautiful” he doesn’t even turn to her as he says it— he’s done w the conversation! but this bitch starts throwing a fit. “you’re a piece of shit loser okay?? you don’t know shit about beauty!! have u looked in the mirror honey?? looking like a fucking meatball is not in style alright?? i was doing you a fucking—“ she’s going on and on. some of her comments are starting to actually hurt Miguel’s feelings a bit (w his body issues and all) he’s about to just get up and wait by the girls bathroom for you but he’s scared to be seen as a creep. he feels dread sleeping in. he doesn’t know how long he’ll have to endure this before you come back and you both can just leave. “you’re an ugly 👏🏻 mother 👏🏻 fuck👏🏻er okay sweetheart?? you—“

“i’m sorry. did you call my boyfriend sweetheart?” relief floods through him at the sound of your voice. his head whips to see you, you have a playful smile on your face— but he knows the anger hidden behind it. it sends a little shock of excitement through his body. the woman’s eyes are wide as she stares at you, like she didn’t believe him when he said he had a girlfriend. “i— sis, listen”

you cut her off “i’m definitely not your sister. go on.” she pauses for a bit— shocked at your coldness before continuing. “girl to girl. you can do so much better, okay? your man— although “loyal” he is—“ you cut her off with a genuine laugh at he way she put quotations around the word ‘loyal’. “baby? finish your drink, okay? we’re leaving soon.” you look right past the girl, barely acknowledging her presence. Miguel nods frantically and downs the rest of his beer as you turn back to the girl.

“look. he’s my boyfriend. my man. i don’t care what you have to say. i don’t care what you say he did but i bet you i can guess the entire scenario” you have a confident, almost smug look on your face that has a fire burning in Miguel’s stomach. “you.” you pause to look her up and down with a weakly suppressed laugh. “tried to get at him… and then threw a hissy fit when he rejected you.. right?” she’s obviously embarrassed, staring at her shoes with an angry look. “well he said that i was ugly.”

you’re grabbing your purse from the chair behind her as she whispers that last part. you can barely make out what it says but you’re not even surprised. “and?” is all you say before walking out with Miguel.

in the cab he’s silent, worried that you’re upset until you speak up. “sorry if i was a hit mean back there.” you laugh a bit embarrassed. you go on to say that you know you shouldn’t have been rude, that people should spread positivity and more but he has to cut you off

“that was so hot, baby.” you take in his obviously disheveled, incredibly aroused state and give him a smirk. “yeah?”

you end up jerking him off in the back of the uber 🤪

he’s super whiny, whimpering, and will not stop begging for more

when u guys get married he gets really into choking u cus it shows off his wedding band

omf you’d do something nice for him while he’s sick— like make him soup or something and he’ll get hard

“you- you made this.. for me?” you’re baffled. “yes..? Miguel you’re sick remember? oh god this is way worse than i thought… do you know where you are, baby?” he laughs. “i know where i am! i just— that’s so- that’s so sweet, baby.” you shake your head and give him a spoonful, feeding him like he’s a baby. you’re focused on his mouth, subconsciously making silly faces as you pour the soup into his mouth. he’s watching you the whole time.

after that spoonful you go for another but he takes the bowl and places it on the nightstand. “wha— you don’t like it?” he smiles and shakes his head at your immediate doubt. “i love it, baby” is all he says as he pulls you into his lap, pressing his dick into you and begging you to ride him for all he’s worth

[cosmopretty]

Caitlin Clark X Fem Headcannons

She is the sweetest girlfriend ever

Always staring at you no matter where she is her eyes are always drawn to you

Super touchy- physical touch is her love language

Caitlin loves to teaches you basketball

Caitlin’s hands hold your waist behind you, while you fiddle with the basketball in your hands. She bends her head down so it can lean on your shoulder “Come on baby shoot just like I taught you” she whispers letting go of your waist and moving to stand a few steps behind you. Looking back at her for confirmation she nods and you turn around “I’ll try Cait” you say before bending your arms and shooting the ball just like she taught you.

The ball swirls around the net before falling you and you start laughing “I thought it was gonna go in for a second” you say through your laughter. Caitlin hands fall down to her sides “Me too” she shakes her head before grabbing another ball. You shake your head no and cross your arms “Come on it’s been an hour I’m tired” you complain to her.

“Just make one more three pointer and we go home baby I promise” Caitlin tells you handing you the ball. She motions you to shoot once again “Fine but you’re giving me a massage after this I’m so sore” you point your finger at her while you talk. Turning away from her back to face the basketball hoop you bend your knees slightly shooting the ball and successfully landing a three. You jump up and down and clap your hand “I did it I did it” you laugh turning around and grabbing her cheek pulling her down into a kiss.

Wearing her jersey to basketball games and cheering her on court side

Good luck kisses before every game and after

You do her hair for her before you guys go out or before games

She’s a golden retriever girlfriend

Cooking for her while she watches and pretends to help and distracts you

You pour the pasta into the pot of boiling water before turning around to Caitlin who was sitting on the counter behind you. She pulls your head up, each of her hands on your cheeks “Your so pretty” she tells you leaning down and kissing your lips. You moan into the kiss softly before pulling away “Your gonna make me burn the food” you turn around abruptly before grabbing the sauce and pouring it into the pan with meatballs on the stove.

Caitlin grabs some of the cut tomato’s next to her and starts eating a few secretly. Hearing her chewing you turn around “CAITLIN” you gasp grabbing the bowl and moving it away from her grabby hands. She rolls her eyes “You do this every time babe” you scold her. She shrugs and jumps off the course wrapping her arms around you from behind “I’m hungry” she whines into your neck leaving wet open mouthed kisses there.

“Fuck Cait” you moan leaning your head back melting into her arms. She smirks into your neck proud of herself, she keeps going pulling your short down slightly to kiss your shoulders “Doing so good for me” she tells you before you push her off of you turning around to face her. You sigh “Caitlin I can’t cook with you here you keep distracting me” you tell her looking up at the six foot tall girl in front of you. She smiles “Yeah you know hard it is for me to focus on basketball when your pretty ass is sitting court side” she says looking down at you.

She drives you around your her passenger princess

Big spoon she loves to hold you in her arms but after a bad game all she wants is for you to hold her

Calls you baby, princess, my girl

You and Gabby always tries to dress Kate and Caitlin for events

Randomly tickles you to get what she wants

You try and push Caitlin off of you but it goes to no use as her stronger arms hold you under her “Come on just come to the gym with me this once” she begs you. Squirming under you shake your head no again “You said that last time and I was sore for like a week I don’t want to” you tell her sternly before squealing as her hands come down to tickle your stomach.

“No no no- stop- Caitlin- no please” you try to talk between laughs. She laughs at your “Just say yes and I’ll stop” she demands still laughing at you. Breathing heavily your stomach starts to feel heavy “I can’t breathe” you say breathily and she shrugs “Fine fine I’ll go I go” you go into her request. Her attack on your stops and she lays down on top of you her head in the crook of your neck “Thanks baby” she smiles kissing your neck as you grumble about it.

So protective of you

Loves seeing you where her clothes or jersey

Loves getting flowers or giving them

Posts about you on instagram

Jealousy comes so easily to her she hates when people are checking you out or random people touching you

Talks about every she’s very big on communication between you both

[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with III

NSFW elements, fluffy ideas that have been ruminating in my head the past couple weeks… to the point I abandoned my main blog to create a side blog for my fav masked men

Easily having scary dog privileges w iii as your man w the slasher-esque aesthetic about him

But we all know that’s not the case

III the bf you lets you play with his rings on his hands when your anxious

Playing with his hair all. the. time! I’m talking twirling the ends, head scratchies, all of it! He hated how much it had an affect on him

He could be going on a tangent laying his head in your lap on the couch after a long day, and he’d instantly shut up melting into your touch once you started playing with his hair!

III the bf who’s love languages involved gift giving, and physical touch

would most likely buy you the most cheesiest, corniest, tourist of tourist souvenirs from each city he went to just to show you how much he thinks of you and misses you. Even if your apartment is overflowing with his little treasures and you had to invest in an a P.O. Box

Receiving ‘Daddy’s Little Meatball’ and ‘I love ___’ shirts all the time, snowglobes, and hats (you definitely got a cheesehead hat when they played in Wisconsin and a cowboy hat with feathers and a tiara when they were in Texas)

Sending you postcards with the most embarrassing, filthiest things written on them like the post men wouldn’t see it

Including but not limited to

‘Hi love, here Down Under thinking when I can I be down under you :( ”

“Visited one of the 7 wonders of the world today, you should be the 8th ;)”

“Can’t wait to show you my Big Ben again <3”

The most fashionable one of the members, every show you attend, he would try to coordinate your two outfits.

Including hairstyles… matching space buns or french braids?!? Are you kidding me?? Or even matching hair colors once in a while??

Speaking of hair, you would have to help him dye his hair, or shave his undercut late at night in the bathroom. Vice versa if you wanted the same color. Indulging on your favorite beverage or a little joint, giggling every time you would get a speck of dark/bright dye on each other. Or jokingly act like you buzzed too much hair to rile him up

He also solely has a folder on his phone dedicated to pictures (including a lot of candid off guards of just you two in your own little world backstage) taken by Adam and crew members of the two of you matching/coordinating

His phone background is of you sitting criss cross on a large equipment case looking down at him leaning against it trying to tune his bass, but his head is leaned back gazing up at you through his mask instead… both with space buns in your hair

Since your relationship couldn’t be public and be blaring obvious to most people you knew, III would get you two permanent bracelets. Yours would have a tiny ‘iii’ on it and his would have a tiny initial of your first name.

Even though he would have to profusely clean it after shows from the red body paint. It was something he was willing to do to carry this cheeky secret.

And somewhere in his favorites folder of his phone he has a picture of your tinier hand trying to wrap around his cock with the dainty chain hung displaying ‘iii’ clearly around your wrist

And ofc a pic of you two facing a mirror with his hand wrapped around your neck displaying your initial proudly on his

Which leads me into

He definitely has a size kink in all different types of aspects

Him loving the fact he was so significantly taller than you (lets face it he’s a a long fuckin string bean), and letting it be known

It always (not so) subtly came out

In his pet names for you: doll, bunny, kitten–anything small and cutesy really…even if they became so unserious or cringe

When he would just casually walk by you, and ruffling your hair calling you ‘squirt’, making you roll your eyes and scoff. (The other band members may have started to do this as well bc of III)

His adrenaline still rushing after a show, great rehearsal, or recording session barreling over to you to give you a bear hug, lifting you off the floor swinging you around profusely

you would be doing something or talking to someone, he’d catch you off guard by coming up behind you resting his chin on the top of your head, giving your shoulders a light squeeze or massage

Watching you struggle for something on a higher shelf, and waiting until you would almost give up in defeat to come up behind you making sure to press his body against the back of you as he did so to leave you flustered

Despite him being a giant, and perfect big spoon material–he wants to be lil spoon most times.

Loving your arms around his waist, feeling the soft heave of your chest pressed against his back as you slept, providing the comfort and peace he needed after a day in his busy life

He’d be in a drunken/high haze and when it would be just the two of you, he would compare his hand to yours always, smiling lazily over at you adoringly

Admire how his hand practically encapsulated the expanse of your throat when you were up against a wall or underneath him.

A small growl leaving his lips, when he tried to fit inside you loving how you squeeze him

“Fuck doll, are you gonna be able to take all of me?” He hisses, pushing your legs further apart

Or watching how’d you have to use two hands and barely fitting him into your palms when you gave him a hand job

“Baby you’re squeezing me so good.” He tries his best to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you struggle to jerk him

In conclusion, I need this man biblically.. and I got carried away and could have kept going if you guys want me to keep going I can 🤭🥹 I do plan on doing one for the others too. Reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated and fuels my validation

[mj0702]

Here's something for you @tasha95 ... as usual I got carried away 😅😅

There was something calm in the Bronze-Batlle household this afternoon. Lucy was out for some charity work and Ona agreed to keep an eye on you and you got a VERY strong “briefing” from Lucy to behave for Ona and if you acted out Lucy would take it upon herself to make you pay for it. So you did your best to be as quiet as possible which caused Ona to grow suspicious of your behaviour – every time she came into the room you basically scrambled to get out of said room.

“Okay... what is going on with you today” Ona cut your exit so you ran straight into her

“Nothing” you mumbled quickly trying to push past her

“Bebita... I thought we came to the agreement that we wouldn’t lie to each other... so...” the spaniard raised her eyebrow

“Lucy said I have to stay outta your way and not cause trouble” you mumbled not meeting the spaniards eyes

“Oh Bebita... I know you like to do your own thing and IF Mapí would be here I would agree... BUT... you are always so good for me... you don’t cause trouble with me...” Ona said softly “... don’t run away from me”

“I’m... not running...” you said defiantly

“Bebita...” the spaniard sighed

“I’m just doing what Lucy said” you took a step back from your sisters girlfriend

“Since when?” Ona snorted “Come here... I need some help with my Mandonguilles amb sípia...”

“What’s that?” you perked up always wanting to learn new things

“It’s a Catalonian dish... basically meatballs in gravy” Ona smiled seeing your instant mood change

“Huh... and here I was thinking all you guys eat is fish...” you said skipping past Ona into the kitchen happily “OH EW!!!! ONA!!!”

“Ah... I may have forgotten to mention there’s cuttlefish in it as well” the spaniard sing songed after hearing your disgusted outburst

“Why???” you whined and before you could run off again Ona trapped you between the counter and herself

“It’s traditional...” Ona smiled looking over your shoulder “... you do the meatballs... I’ll prepare the cuttlefish... deal?”

“Yeah deal...” you grumbled quickly retreating to the other end of the kitchen as far away from the offending cuttlefish

“It’s just Fish Bebita” Ona laughed at how quickly you moved away

“It LOOKS at me!!!!” you exclaimed

“Oh you little drama queen” the blonde laughed

“It’s a fact.... it has eyes... it looks at you like Mona Lisa... like it wants to eat your soul” you pointed at the little squids

“Get started on these meatballs..” Ona laughed before starting to expertly starting to clean the cuttlefish

“And now?” you asked 30 minutes later after Ona cleaned the kitchen as good as possible

“Now all is we need to do is fry everything, throw it together and serve” Ona said “... but we’ll do that later when Lucy is back”

“Oh okay” you said a little sad

“What’s wrong Bebita?” the blonde asked carefully

“Can we cook some more?” you asked a little embarrassed

“You like cooking huh?” Ona smiled while pulling out a cookbook

“Lucy always says it’s essential to understand a culture” you shrugged your shoulders

“That’s true... but I think you have a little different reason... you like to cook... you like to create... you are a very creative person and you have a very open and vivid mind” the blonde said the smile never leaving her face “Here... that’s my mamás and abuelas cookbook ... look if you find something you would like to try”

“It’s all in spanish” you whined after you excitedly opened the old looking book

“It’s catalan... I thought you knew the difference by now” Ona deadpanned

“Just because I can talk a little catalan doesn’t mean I can read it” you rolled your eyes

“Come on then... I’ll teach you” the blonde said and pulled you into the living room

“What’s that...” you pointed at a new recipe

“Cargols a la llauna?” Ona grinned “You won’t like it... trust me Bebita”

“But what is it??” you whined getting overwhelmed with all the exciting dishes the country has to offer

“Snails” the blonde spaniard smirked

“Oh you disgusting bastards!!!!!” you exclaimed heaving already

“It’s very traditional... and very tasty if prepared properly” Ona said laughing as she pulled you into her side where you immediately relaxed and sagged against her

“Are you tired Bebita?” Ona asked softly when she felt you getting heavy against her side

“Little bit” you mumbled your eyes already half closed

“Lay down Pequeña” the blonde said her voice low and soft guiding you down so your head was in her lap

You let her do it but whined as soon as you were laying down

“Quin és el problema Bebita?” Ona asked keeping her voice calm

“No cómode” you grumbled trying to get more comfortable

“Want me to lay down with you Bebita?” Ona asked carefully

“sí” you whined and the blonde spaniard maneuvered you around until you were in her arms your back pressed against her front “you comfy” you sighed happily

“Gracias Bebita” Ona chuckled

“Ona?” you mumbled

“sí?” the blonde answered

“I know you don’t know English as well... but the guy who tattooed the “Continue” onto your arm... he ripped you off... or he had dysgraphia..” you mumbled

“Dyswhat?” Ona asked confused

“Dysgraphia... he had problems writing...” you slurred already halfway into dreamland

“He didn’t Bebita... it’s what I wanted” the blonde whispered not wanting to wake you up again

“He turned the i over...” you sighed as Ona started to lightly scratch your head

“It’s a semicolon Pequeña...” Ona said “It has a meaning”

“Whatmeaning” you slurred your breathing evening out

“The semicolon has been a symbol for suicide and mental health awareness, which Project Semicolon initially started. You can get a semicolon tattoo to remind yourself that you’re stronger than anxiety or depression or it can be in memory or support of a friend or loved one...” Ona explained

(I personally thank Tasha for the explanation ♥️♥️)

“You want to end your life too?” you were slightly more awake immediately

“No Bebita... but I struggled with Anxiety when I first came to England” the spaniard answered honestly

“But why??? We’re very friendly” you were awake now

“Not really... English people are very reserved... not as bad as Norwegians but pretty close...” Ona chuckled “... we Spaniards are... different”

“All you don’t know the term personal space... the worst one was Hermoso” you pointed out

“Jenni is... a different level of spanish” the blonde laughed “... but I struggled with the new culture and worse the language barrier...”

“I can see that...” you mumbled deep in thought trying to imagine how baby Ona must have felt

“You really don’t remember do you?” Ona asked

“Remember what?” you asked confused

“You shoulder checked me after the 2021 Derby... and you checked me so hard that my shoulder bruised” the spaniard chuckled seeing how shocked you were

“I didn’t” you said getting stressed

“Calm Bebita... yes you did and no I’m not mad at you” Ona immediately got you to calm down again

“I’m sorry... I don’t remember what I was thinking “ you said very ashamed of yourself

“You mumbled something about stupid reds and stupid spanish and stupid Georgia and bloody last minutes goals” Ona chuckled

“Oh my God... I remember now..” you screeched embarrassed “... you scored in like... 85th...”

“Yeah...” the spaniard laughed as you turned in her arms hiding your face in Onas neck

“It was a mistake from G... she deflected the ball and suddenly you appeared out of nowhere like David fucking Copperfield and scored” you groaned against the spaniards neck

“Yeah... I heard you screaming bloody murder at Georgia over the whole field and I felt so bad for her... she looked so scared and i think Keira had to physically hold you back from not running on the pitch” Ona said her whole body shaking with laughter

“I... I... oh gooooood” you groaned trying to hide even more

“It’s okay Bebita” Ona laughed and started to lightly scratch your lower back “Relax Pequeña”

“I’m so sorry” you whined

“We’re good Bebita... Estabas muy emocionado por perder...” the blonde mumbled feeling how you started relax again “Dormir”

“T’estimo Oni” you mumbled and this time you were out like a light

“T’estimo massa Bebita” Ona whispered noticing you were already dead asleep

[sku-nk]

May i request somwthing with, Sam and reader on a movie date but reader is a nerd and rambles to Sam about the movie after and Sam finds it cute 🥹 you can do it however, I would like it nevertheless 🫶🏼 (I love grumpy x sunshine trope srry)

Whatever You Say

Synopsis: You've rediscovered your favorite movie, and with that comes lots of rambling. Sam doesn't mind much.

Warnings: I forgot I took the language out, my neck hurts, my foot hurts, fluff, The Outsiders spoilers I suppose

A/N: Let's hope "constructive criticism ☝️🤓" anon finds this up to par.

"I feel like... this is one of the few movies that do their book justice, you know?"

Sam looks up from the stove with a raised brow. It's been almost half an hour since the two of you finished watching The Outsiders, yet your enthusiasm hasn't wavered one bit since the moment she clicked play to the moment the end credits rolled (your tears, too, to Sam's secret amusement).

"Right," she says as she looks back to the spaghetti, more so to assure you she's still listening than anything else. Honestly, she's almost completely sure you wouldn't care if she wasn't.

"I mean, yeah, some people say it's not the best option, or, like... some aspects could be whatever, whatever, but it's good to me, though. You know?"

"Sure."

"Especially Johnny, I think. Like, Ralph was probably... one of, if not the best casting choice. He, like- he looks like a kicked puppy. Not saying that like- you know."

Sam lowers the heat on the stove, turning to grab the pesto sauce from the fridge. "I know, Y/n" she sighs as she opens the door, glancing in for a moment before reaching in and pulling out the pesto. She straightens up and turns back to the stove— and you, now that you've moved to lay half your body on the island— nudging the fridge door closed with her foot.

Sam opens the glass jar, dumping the remainder of the sauce into the pan unceremoniously. You watch with mild interest as you continue with your little analysis, or whatever it is you're doing. She has to admit, it is slightly endearing to see you so passionate about something, even a movie.

"I think people who still say the movie could have been better should remember the actual horrible movie adaptations out there. Like Avatar the Last Airbender," you say, tapping your hand on the island.

"I don't know what that is," Sam mumbles absently, stirring everything together, watching as meatballs disappear and spread out in the pan.

"It's something you never, ever wanna see, Sammy," you tell her matter-of-factly. Sam snorts.

"Anyways, those people are probably the same people who say the book didn't make sense in the first place. I didn't even know The Outsiders haters existed. Like, it... it makes sense. It does."

"Okay, Y/n, whatever you say," Sam says. She'll take your word for it. It was a good movie, she sort of sympathized with Darry. But she didn't really get into it the way you did.

"I mean, the whole movie is extremely symbolic, you know?"

"Uh..."

"I think it might be one of the best movie adaptations ever. I'll be honest, though, it's probably because the book was so good that the storyline does most of the work for the movie but..."

Sam looks up from the stove at you as you ramble on. She watches as you completely lose yourself in it, the way your eyes sort of light up and you have this little smirk whenever you get to a topic you especially enjoy. Sam leans forward on the counter.

After a long moment of you speaking with the absence of Sam's little hums of acknowledgement and 'sure's, you look up from the loose string on your shirt you'd been playing with, voice trailing off. You cock a brow at the look on Sam's face, something that makes her almost laugh.

"What?" you ask, confused. Sam just shakes her head and reaches over to turn off the stove, chuckling to herself. She turns away from you, making her way over to the cabinets where the plates are.

"Nothing," she says, though her tone is a little too amused for it to be nothing. You watch as she grabs two forks and brings it all back to the stove, piling both plates with generous amounts of spaghetti.

She puts a lid on the pan with the remaining spaghetti and carries the two plates to the table. She sets them down, in next to each other in front of your usual seats. You hop off of the island and take a seat in one of the chairs.

Sam settles herself in beside you and picks up her fork as you let out a little sigh.

"It looks good," you say, grabbing your fork as well. You use it to pick up some spaghetti, but when you lift it to your mouth you pause.

"You know what? I think if you watch the movie while you listen to the book it'd be a cool thing. 'Cause some parts will line up and you can see the stuff happening as it's being read, and stuff. Also, it's cool to see what's different."

You take a bite. Sam drops her gaze to her own plate and digs in. It's comfortably quiet for a moment. Your fork clatters against the table.

"I just feel like Johnny's death was such a necessary thing, like it was something we as an audience needed even though it broke our hearts, and— What?"

Sam sighs, though a soft smile takes over her features. She shakes her head, just looking at you for a moment.

"Eat your food, babe," she finally says, her smile still present as she looks back to her own food.

[maybe-im-dark]

Feasting without fear

Based on this post

The night was calm, the kitchen lit with the warm glow of dimmed lights and the gentle hum of the fridge. Logan was seated at the small, worn-out table, a generous plate of steak in front of him. The whole setup was domestic, cozy even—something Logan wasn’t used to, and he shifted awkwardly in his seat, unsure if he’d ever really get used to it.

Wade was leaning over the counter, watching Logan with a smirk as he tossed chicken wings onto a plate. Wade had cooked tonight, filling the room with the heady scent of roasted meat and spices. Logan couldn’t deny that it smelled incredible, but his focus was on something else entirely—something as primal as his senses.

Eating had always been complicated for Logan. Before he even had a chance to lift his fork, a nagging thought took over: Act normal. Don’t scare him off. He’d been alone for so long, and he knew what people thought of him. He knew how they’d look if he gnawed on bones, or tore meat apart with his teeth. The sharp claws, the almost feral way he wanted to eat—he’d had that conditioned out of him, slowly and painfully. It was a cost of his life among humans, of trying to keep people from seeing what he really was.

He hadn’t needed to put up with anyone’s reaction for a long time—until Wade. And Wade… he was different. Tonight, as Logan held his fork stiffly, feeling like he was clinging to a pretense that wasn’t even his own, Wade slid the plate of wings across the table and leaned back in his seat with a grin.

“Ya know,” Wade began, eyeing Logan like he was studying him, “you don’t have to hold back on my account. If you feel like digging into that steak with your claws, go right ahead.”

Logan let out a low chuckle, not meeting Wade’s eyes. “Nah, I got it,” he muttered, but the urge was there, gnawing at him. He could picture just picking up the steak and biting right in, the taste richer and better than anything he’d had with a fork. His claws, after all, were just as much a part of him as his hands or teeth. It was what felt right.

Wade didn’t seem to be buying the casual brush-off. “Oh, come on, Logan,” he grinned, picking up a wing and tearing into it with his teeth. “Don’t be shy! I made all this for you, and you deserve to enjoy it. Besides…” He leaned in, lowering his voice with a playful smirk. “Watching you go all feral over a steak? Honestly, kinda does it for me.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he felt something in his chest relax, letting go of the coiled-up tension. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was exhausted from pretending, from stuffing himself into a mold that didn’t fit. And Wade…Wade just looked so damn comfortable, tearing into his food, grinning at Logan like there was nothing unusual about it.

Without another word, Logan dropped the fork, letting his claws unsheathe with a soft snikt. Wade watched, clearly delighted, as Logan let himself sink into his instincts. He skewered a piece of steak with a claw, lifting it with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times alone, in the dark, when nobody was watching.

“Well, would you look at that,” Wade laughed, eyes sparkling. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. C’mon, Wolvie, dig in!”

Feeling emboldened, Logan took a hearty bite. He tore into it, feeling the savory juices hit his tongue, richer and more satisfying than anything he’d had in ages. He barely heard Wade’s chuckle over the rush of pure relief and pleasure in finally eating without restraint.

Wade leaned in close, watching with undisguised curiosity. “Hey, mind if I…?” he gestured toward Logan’s claws, one hand hovering over his plate.

Logan raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “You wanna eat off my claws now, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Wade nodded eagerly, leaning forward with a grin.

Logan couldn’t quite believe this was happening, but something about Wade’s absolute lack of judgment, his casual acceptance, made him lower his hand so Wade could lean in, taking the meatball Logan had just speared. It was absurd. But Wade looked so ridiculously happy about it that Logan couldn’t help the warm feeling spreading through him.

And it didn’t stop there. Wade spent the entire meal egging him on, practically cheering every time Logan sank his teeth into the steak, or tore at it with his claws. For the first time in longer than he could remember, Logan let himself go, grabbing chunks of meat and pulling them apart, savoring the taste in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to in years.

It was messy, sure—hands and face streaked with grease, the table scattered with bones and shredded bits of food. And Wade was right there with him, laughing, nodding, making jokes and shoving plates toward him. Logan felt something inside him soften. It was safe. It was okay to just…be.

They ate in contented silence for a while, punctuated only by Wade’s occasional commentary on the “artistry” of Logan’s tearing into the meat. At one point, Wade cleared his own plate, then shoved the bones across the table toward Logan, like some kind of offering. Logan snorted at first, rolling his eyes, but then he accepted it, cracking the bones between his teeth, letting the sound of it fill the room.

When the meal was done, Wade leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Logan with a satisfied grin.

“Well, how’d that feel?” he asked, his voice softening as he looked at Logan with a warmth that was almost unnerving in its intensity.

Logan didn’t have words. He sat back, wiping his hands, trying to find something to say. He settled for a shrug, looking down. “Good. Really… good.” His voice was gruff, but he couldn’t hide the relief, the satisfaction that seeped into his tone.

Wade reached across the table, resting a hand on his forearm. “Good,” he said, his voice light but sincere. “I like seeing you like this. It’s like… I dunno, like you’re actually here with me. Not some guy pretending to be someone he’s not.”

Logan felt his throat tighten, but he forced himself to meet Wade’s gaze, to see the acceptance there.

“Yeah,” he managed, voice rough. “Feels… different. Nice. Been a long time since I’ve had that.”

Wade just grinned, sitting back with a satisfied sigh. “Well, get used to it, Wolvie. ‘Cause we’ve got plenty more meals to share. And you better not hold back on my account. Seriously. If you want to gnaw on the table legs, I’ll still be right here with you.”

Logan chuckled, a low, quiet sound that came from somewhere deep inside. It was strange, this feeling—this contentment, this closeness. He wasn’t used to it, didn’t know if he’d ever get used to it. But for now, as he looked across the table at Wade, he knew one thing for sure.

He’d never felt more at home.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 76)

V, Lizzy and Thad were all standing in the living room of their apartment, all looking a little worse for wear. Lizzy was leaning slightly into V, who had an arm around her back and her tail arched around her protectively. Thad was sitting on the back of the couch, twiddling this thumbs and looking down at the floor.

Lizzy was the first one to speak.

“So… you've got a plan Doorman?” She asked to the nervous couple in front of them, Uzi holding Tera close as the girl clung to her mother, somehow noticing the high tension between her family and falling silent, observing each person.

“You could say that, yeah.” Uzi breathed out, looking up at N, who at this point was biting the ends of his fingers, tail twitching erratically.

“Hey, you'll break your casing.” Uzi reached up and tentatively drug his hand away from his mouth, intangling her fingers with it instead and squeezing gently. N gave her a small, thankful smile as he squeezed back.

“You've all seen the pictures, yeah? Giant mystery flesh pit?” The room nodded, Lizzy rolling her eyes at Uzi's wording but nodding nonetheless.

“It's too big to burn, and any explosive strong enough to kill it all could aerosol the infection, make it airborne and infect us all… or throw the planet out of orbit into the gas giant, or both.”

“Or just finish cracking the planet entirely!” N interrupted, making Uzi slightly pull his arm.

“Or that. Yeah.” She agreed regardless, a coreless planet was a fragile thing, held together barely by it's own gravity.

“So our only real option is to leave.” Uzi announced, looking at each member of this weird family she had accumulated, V looked to be taking this news decently well, at least on the surface, Lizzy and Thad… not so much.

“And how would we do that? It’s not like there's a spaceship ready to hold all 500 of us just sitting outside somewhere.” Lizzy pointed out, crossing her arms ans looking Uzi up and down.

“549, pulled up an exact count last night, that counts all the kids as well.” Uzi continued, pushing back the lingering feelings of apprehension to the back of her mind. “And you're right, there's no easy way off this rock, otherwise I would have left already.” She still couldn't help bit snap at Lizzy, even if it was much less intense then usual.

“But there are multiple landing pods scattered around… reverse engineering them and trying to make something new with them is our best bet. Safest bet.” She clarified, looking down at the toddler in her arms as a way to ground herself.

“But… this is our home. I'm surprised you're not planning on fighting for it Zi.” Thad spoke up, he looked serious; and worried. More worried then Uzi had ever seen him.

“If this was just a year ago, yeah, I would've. But…” She trailed off, looking up at N, who finally looked like he was calming down a little, and who smiled down at her reassuringly.

“I have m-my family to think about now.” She stammered bit, the last vestiges of her emo persona grumbling at her, but she ignored it, this was her family no matter how hodgepodge it was.

“And realistically, we'd probably all die. The only weapons we have are the service pistols the WDF use, which would be useless in this situation.” Thad nodded, even if he didn't seem to like it, going back to twiddling his thumbs and sighing.

V was quiet until now, either in thought or just allowing Uzi to speak.

“So you rally all the workers to build a puddle jumper and we leave. Then what? Drift in space aimlessly?”

“I-I don't know. There's time to think about a destination later, but right now just getting off this planet before it becomes an eldritch meatball is the priority.” Despite V bringing up a very good question, Uzi pushed through, “I think adrift but safe is better then grounded and zombified, right?”

V gave her a small nod and a raise of her eyebrow, acquiescing the point to the smaller drone, making her sigh and close her eyes for a moment.

“I need to talk to my Dad, if anyone can get all of us to work together, it's him. In the meantime… V, how fast can you fly?”

V gave her a look before smirking.

“How fast we talking?”

“Fast enough to scout for more pits, if this thing came from the core, it's probably not the only one. We need to see what we're dealing with.” Uzi explained, and V took a second to think about it.

“It would take a couple days, but yeah, I could do it.” Lizzy suddenly turned to her, eyes slightly pleading as she gripped her a little harder.

“I'll be fine.” V assured her, tone dripping with affection she wasn't trying very hard to hide. “Nothing on this planet I can't handle.”

“Except the flesh pits.” Thad interjected, making both girls look at him with a deadpan expression, before resuming to look at each other. Lizzy sighed “Be careful, it'll be such a hassle to find another bestie. Or whatever.” Pink blush lines appeared on her visor, and V genuinely smiled for a moment before quickly hiding it behind a smirk.

“Oh I'm sure.”

“Right. Okay…” Uzi breathed, this was a plan, something she could do. That's what she was good at.

“Where do you need me?” N asked almost immediately when she looked up at him, looking at her with a mix of pride and adoration. “I can cover with V, it might be faster.”

“No, there needs to be someone here to hold back the infected in case they get to close, fire seems to be the only thing that works, V's faster anyway, sorry hon.” Uzi added after N looked slightly hurt at that.

“You bet I am.” V winked, making Lizzy giggle and V blush slightly in response.

“And I… really need you here…” She said in a whisper intended for only him to hear, which made him smile softly and nod his head.

“What about me and Lizzy?” Thad asked, finally standing up and taking a few steps towards them, gesturing to himself.

“You and Lizzy will convince everyone our age to be on board, you both have influence I don't, use it.” Thad and Lizzy looked at each other, before both began to send out a flurry of messages, Lizzy from her phone, and Thad from his system.

“Right… let's go talk to my Dad.” Uzi sighed, taking N's hand and beginning the trek to his apartment, the trembling in her hands ceasing as N squeezed it.

“Hey, we've got this. Together.”

She smiled, adjusting Tera in her arms.

“Yeah.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

THTH 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: You have a secret, but what do you do when it threatens to come out.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Ugh, goddamn it,” you hiss as you reach your phone to the sky. The signal is shit around here. You watch the little circle, waiting for a check mark to appear; nothing.

Three days. The bandwidth has been in and out for three days and you haven’t been able to upload a single thing. Not even a message. This is dumb. You growl at your phone and toss it on your bed. It bounces and hits the wall.

You huff and cross your arms. It’s not fair. Those three days could’ve made you money. You can’t even leech off the library wifi because of the content filters. So ridiculous. You’re just trying to make a living.

A tap comes at the door and you flinch. You quickly scoop up your phone and go to the door. You tuck it in your back pocket and pull your shirt down to cover the top. You open the door and peek out at your mom.

“Everything okay?” She asks.

“Uh, yep, just dropped something.”

“Oh, nothing broke, I hope.”

“All good,” you smile. She chews her lip anxiously, as she often does. “I’ll be down for dinner soon. Smells good.”

“Alright,” she says, “it’s almost done. Your favourite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, awesome.”

You shut the door and roll your eyes. Spaghetti isn’t your favourite. It’s what she says is your favourite. Just like everything else, it has to fit within her rules. If she says you like yellow, well then, you like yellow. It isn’t worth the argument to have a personality.

You take out the phone again. You nearly squeal as the check mark turns green. It sent! Just a text post notifying your few followers of the unexpected technical difficulties. You’ll be fortunate if they don’t bleed off to the other girls. When there’s so much variety, you can’t expect horny men not to hop on the next page with a pretty girl in lacy underwear…or less.

You scroll down but the rest of the posts show the blank blocks, pulsing as they struggle to load. You check the menu. Signal’s gone again. Welp, at least that went through.

You go to your bed and hide your phone under the mattress. Your parents know about your laptop, that’s your alibi. You tell them you do transcription work online. That doesn’t pay enough so you have the secret phone for your real business; you.

It isn’t exactly a career but it’s a means to an end. You’ll save up enough and be out of Hammer Ford in no time. You’re almost twenty and running out of time. A gap year is expected, but two? That’s sad.

Besides, you’re done with this life. You need out of this house. You are an adult. Your parents can’t make you eat your peas or ban you from the romance section in the library. One day, hopefully soon, you’ll be free.

For now, you’re going to go downstairs and pretend your mother’s spaghetti and meatballs isn’t complete mush.

📱

Days pass as you stare helplessly at the flashing bars in the corner of your phone. Damn phone company. The data plan was supposed to be a backup, even if you could only afford the cheapest vendor on the market. You at least thought it would work!

You manage to get a decent signal up on Thunder Lane by the hotel. It might be worth it to just walk in and get their wifi. You don’t think they’d care much. There aren’t many guests passing through now, are there?

The only benefit of your forced break is how much time it gave you to create new content. You choose the set of photos you took with the bunny ears and the barely there white teddy. You quickly flick through the settings and set the paywall. At least you’ll have money coming in before…

Yep, no internet. You’re lucky even that went through. You roll your eyes and hop back in the family oldsmobile. Your mother doesn’t let you have it often but you told her you were going for coffee and would fill up the tank.

As you roll up to the sleepy main row of Hammer Ford, your phone vibes. You quickly put it back to silent and check the notification. Your data’s flickering as you see the first response to your post. That was quick. Turns out someone did miss you.

_ransom_ware commented: ‘welcome back, bunny’.

You tap on the bubble but the app won’t load. Damnit! At least you have automatic deposit enabled. His tip will hit your account in a couple days.

You get out of the car and cross the street to the bakery. You could butter your mom up with some tarts, maybe convince her to let you take the car into the city. That might be your best chance at catching up. You could schedule posts and not have to fight with the damn countryside desolation.

As you enter the bakery, it’s quiet. There’s one person at a table. You don’t recognise him. He has his back to you so you don’t think much of it. Probably just another lumber worker sating their repressed sweet tooth. Although, he is dressed a bit too nice for that. No plaid or denim? Huh.

You go up to the counter and order a half-dozen cherry tarts and a latte. You pay with the secret credit card you use for your online transactions and thank the girl behind the counter. As you turn, you find the man at the table turned in his seat. He glances at you as you carry out the tray of tarts and coffee.

You’re used to the stares. The men in Hammer Ford aren’t exactly subtle and your nights at The Horn have earned you a reputation, though those stories don’t make it past your front door. It’s just a little fun, you have a pint and tie your shirt above your belly button and dance. Nothing serious.

Your mom and dad are too chaste and pious to ever wander into the bar. It’s your escape, your safe space. Just for now. Just until you can get out of this hell hole.

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Nightmare

Aqua teen Hunger Force (fluff)

I never wrote a fic before. It was 2am last night and I was feeling sappy, so I decided to write this. Hopefully that comes across.

Blinking at the ceiling as he tries to make out what the two are talking about, half asleep and struggling to stay awake after another day long of whatever the hell goes on in their lives..

“No- you go in there cuz he’s gonna be cranky- and I’m not gonna be the one to deal with it.”

...

“Nuh uh. no way. Not doin’ it. You do it- cuz- cause you woke me up cuz-”

…

“I DID NOT. We- You had a nightmare. And well..we’ll do it together than. Big baby.”

The door creaked open, with Frylock glancing at the pair who still bickered over who apparently had the nightmare. He sighed, sitting up to squint at them through the darkness. Without having his contacts in made it even harder to see the pair, leaving him without the energy or the vision to be mad at the intruders, again..

He opted to speak up, sounding more irritated than he meant to initially.

“What two do you want right now, it’s..well I don’t know what time it is but it’s not the time okay?”

The room was quiet for a while before Shake and Meatwad whispered to each other again, this time quietly. Frylock couldn’t see their faces, but their tones were nervous sounding. Meatwad was the first to speak up, rolling to get closer to the bed while Shake suspiciously stayed near the door. Looking as if he’s clutching onto it. Frylock eyed him before giving the younger his full attention.

“We.. uh- we’re havin’ a hard time sleepin tonight. Or uh- or maybe just me I dunno. Something about nightmares or..well I didn’t have a night mare I just heard about it. So, yeah, uh.”

Frylock looks at Meatwad with a confused expression from his spot on the bed. Listening to Master Shake angrily whisper at the meatball as he grips the door harder. Making Meatwad remember what he was supposed to ask for, to which he does cutely.

“But- um. Frylock We wanna sleep in the big bed with youuu.”

Frylock glances back up at Shake, not being able to make out the cup’s entire face. He isn’t sure if this is a trick or not. FryLock raises an eyebrow, not buying into Shake’s part of the deal.

“Well, alright then. …Shake?”

Meatwad crawls up into the rocket ship themed bed, making himself comfortable next to Frylock. The grease from his body seeping into the sheets, but Frylock elects to ignore that for now. Choosing instead to look at Shake, the cup groaning as he’s been noticed. Walking slowly to the bed in an ashamed way, finally in visible sight for Frylock. Master Shake looks tired, eyes a bit baggy and pink for whatever reason the cup adamantly refuses to state. He rolls his eyes.

“I know you have something to say. What is it. What.”

Frylock softens his look, still squinting and letting a small sigh out at the disheveled sight of Shake.

“You had the nightmare, didn’t you Shake?”

“What. No? I don’t even dream. Everything I want.. simply comes to me, at my beck and call Fryl-“

The other man cuts him off, making Shake wince, strangely enough. Frylock points at Meatwad, who’s fast asleep and cuddled against his side. Shake frowns.

“Okay fine. Whatever. Maybe…Meatwad and I-“

“No. Don’t.”

“I hate you. So damn much.”

“No you don’t.”

“…”

“Do you..wanna talk about it or something? Your nightmare, I mean.”

“Scoot over. Not now.”

Frylock looks at Shake, the cup looking delicate for the first time in a long while. Eyes pricking with tears that won’t fall- the man lays down next to him in the one bed they have. Frylock exhales. Feeling a bit comforted knowing they’re, all here and in one piece. He wraps a fry around the both of them before closing his own eyes for the night, hearing Shake’s snoring as a good sign that he’s fallen asleep. Hopefully feeling better..It’ll be alright

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Trip Hazards

Massive shoutout to the lovely anon who requested this fic. I had a lot of fun writing for Blakley. Pairings: Everett Blakley x f!nurse!reader Summary: Everett Blakely has had his eye on a certain young nurse on base for a while now. When he finally plucks up the courage to ask her out he has a rather unfortunate accident.

There she was. Y/n Y/l/n. As pretty as anything. Her hair was pinned neatly in a Gibson roll while the rest of her head was covered by her white nurse's cap. Blakley sighed as he watched her count out a crate full of dressings and distributed them into piles. He could happily watch her all day.

“She’s a good-looking broad, Blakley,” Douglass agreed, watching the nurse as she began ticking off the new medical supplies on her clipboard. “I can see why you like her,” a smug smile pulled at the bombardier’s lips and his moustache twitched mischievously.

“I don’t like her, I…” Blakley turned to his friend, a little embarrassed that he’d been caught looking at the young nurse again. He couldn’t find the right words to describe how he felt about a certain Nurse Y/l/n. From the moment he’d bumped into her in the infirmary while visiting Bubbles he’d been fond of her. She was softly spoken and had an air of grace about her as she swept down the corridors in her white apron.

“You know you could just talk to her rather than keep staring,” John Egan chimed in from where he was perched on the jeep, lighting up a cigarette, the smoke floating up above their heads.

“No, I can’t. I’d just make a fool of myself,” Blakley replied adamantly, his eyes drifting away from the nurse and back to Douglass who smiled broadly.

The bombardier's moustache twitched once more as if he was going to come out with a clever comment, but Blakley’s warning glare stopped him.

“Well you look like a fool anyway standing over here staring at her,” Gale Cleven’s voice echoed from his spot beside Egan, breaking off the staring contest between Blakely and Douglass.

He turned to the Major, pushed his dark hair back and placed his hat back on his head, “Not you as well.”

Cleven held his hands up in response, but Egan answered for him, a common habit between the two Majors, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Blakley stared at him with a deadpan expression. If he could have facepalmed he would have. Sometimes he wondered if he could smack Egan and Douglass’ head together and make sense of their comments. “Well for a start she could say no, tell me I’m a creep and then avoid me at all costs.”

The other airmen stared at him as though he’d grown an extra head, but the group remained silent until Cleven spoke up.

“Well other than that. Don’t think worst-case scenario, Blakley. You’re one of the good guys. You cause far less trouble than John.”

Egan glared at his friend and shoved him playfully. Blakley rolled his eyes at the Major’s antics. How could he think of anything serious while they continued this behaviour?

Douglass placed a hand on Blakley’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, but accompanying it with a stern look.

“Alright, I’ll go and talk to her,” Blakley sighed, straightening out his B-3 jacket that he’d worn despite the warm summer afternoon. He was now regretting that decision, and paired with his hat too he was sweating before he’d even turned in Y/n’s direction.

“That’s my boy, go and get her,” Douglass called, hoping up onto the jeep so he could watch his friend.

Blakley felt a shaky breath escape his lips as he took a few tentative steps forward. His eyes were so focused on Y/n that he didn’t hear Lemmons whistling for Meatball, or the large grey object that streaked across his path, not until his leg connected with the object and he went flying through the air.

Meatball seemed unphased by her collision, continuing to trot towards Lemmons while Blakley flailed on the floor.

He could hear his fellow airmen’s cheers and jests from behind him, but it was when he met Y/n’s eyes from across the airstrip that his heart dropped. She’d looked up briefly from her clipboard and their eyes had met before he buried his head back into the dirt.

This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No.

It was the ruckus of laughter that alerted Y/n to the group of airmen standing by the jeep, their heads thrown back in fits of laughter. Her eyes fell on their fallen comrade in front of them, his whole body pressed firmly against the ground. She’d recognise that dark head of hair anywhere as Major Everett Blakley.

She’d seen the Major around often, in the pub in Dicklesburg or the officer club at one of the many on-base parties. She vividly remembered their first meeting while she was nursing Bubbles Payne. He’d been blushing like a schoolboy and her heart had instantly begun to race as their eyes met over the bed.

She watched as his friends continued to laugh at his discomfort and other than the way his limbs flexed against the ground, there was no sign of life. She glanced back down at her clipboard listing medical supplies before placing it down on the crate. Inventory could wait until later.

She removed the cloth that covered her hair and stuffed it into her apron pocket, smoothing down any loose hairs that may have sprung up. She wasn’t sure what it was about Everett Blakley but he always made her heart beat a little faster.

“Are you alright, Major?” She asked, standing above him as her shadow covered his face. He just shook his head, mumbling something into the earth that she couldn’t make out.

Sighing, Y/n crouched beside him, ignoring the way her white apron draped against the ground. Her eyes flicked over to James Douglass who was still bent double. Anytime she had seen Blakley, Douglass had never been far behind.

Her bright eyes flicked over to Major Egan and Major Cleven who had also participated in the laughter despite their fellow airman’s embarrassment. She gave them a look, similar to the one her mother would give her brothers when she’d finally had enough of their antics. The two Majors seemed to catch on and began to usher the men away, but not before Douglass shouted, “Go get her, Blakley.”

So this was what it was all about.

“Are you alright, Major?” Y/n asked, kneeling now and placing a hand on Blakley’s shoulder. She could just make out the pink tips of his ears from beneath the collar of his B-3 bomber jacket. She wasn’t sure why he was wearing it on such a warm day but that was probably contributing to the flush on his cheeks.

“I’m quite well, thank you,” he spoke gruffly against the ground, moving his head just a fraction.

“Right… Do you want to get up then?”

Blakey merely shook his head and had he been looking at Yn he’d have seen her with a more than confused expression.

Y/n huffed, nestling down beside the Major. At her touch, Blakley’s head shot up. He had grass and mud pressed into his right cheek, and a single blade of grass stuck to his lip.

“What are you doing?” He asked seriously, but Y/n couldn’t suppress the chuckle that fell from her lips.

“I’m sitting here with you.”

Blakley cocked an eyebrow and waited for her to elaborate.

“Well, you took quite the tumble and it’s my job to make sure you’re alright.” Y/n pointed at the Red Cross on her armband. “Can’t have one of our brave pilots injuring themselves on my watch.”

Blakley pushed himself up into a sitting position, brushing off the front of his jacket but forgetting his face.

“As you can see,” He cleared his throat, “I’m fine.” He couldn’t help the way his heart pounded in his chest, the blood rushed through his ears loudly. He wondered if Y/n could hear his heart beating too.

“Other than your wounded pride I would imagine,” she suggested and Blakley’s face grew red once more. “It’s okay to be clumsy, I’m clumsy too.” Y/n pulled her long white apron up to just above her knees, revealing multiple purple bruises, “I’m always falling over things.”

Blakley swallowed hard, his eyes travelling over the nurse's pale flesh. He felt his cheeks growing warmer and he cleared his throat, removing his gaze from her body. He should have been looking far more respectfully than he was.

Y/n seemed to notice his blush and reached over, linking her hand through his. Blakley glanced down at their joined hands, a faint ghost of a smile on his lips.

“There are worse things to be than clumsy,” Y/n added, her bright eyes meeting Blakley’s with a kind smile. “You could have a moustache like Douglass.”

Blakley chuckled, running his thumb over his own moustache, neatening the corners.

A gasp and a muffled shout from behind them confirmed that Douglass was in fact listening to their conversation.

A brunette head appeared beside the jeep and Major Egan flashed them a smile, as he marched Douglass away despite his protests regarding his rather ‘fetching’ moustache.

Blakley chuckled, turning back to the girl in front of him. There definitely were worse things than being clumsy, and who knows, maybe being clumsy was the best thing that could have happened to him.

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I don't love her...do I? - Ch 4

Warnings/genre: SMUT, fwb, piv, unprotected sex (don't do it), mxf, some angst, unrequited love, Mean Seungmin, semipublic sex, probably missed some

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader // Jeongin x fem!reader

SKZ boys are touchy in this, but nothing sexual aside from SeungIN (One scene with Felix, but that's it)

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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By the time Jeongin got you back to Seungmin's flat, it was time for dinner. Seungmin had texted you earlier to say he was home, and that he can't wait for you to get back. You offered Jeongin an invite for dinner, but he politely declined.

"Thank you for the invite darling, but I need to go back and figure out how to ask this girl I like out tomorrow." He smiles at you. You weirdly feel a pang of jealousy in your chest, but you ignore it. You want him happy, so you just smile back. He leans down and cups your face, kissing you softly. He pulls away not long after, smile still on his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow, darling." He winks at you before he goes back to his car and drives off. You turn around and step into the flat, calling out to your friends.

"In the kitchen, Y/n! Minho and Jisung are here with me." You walk to where three of your friends are. "Seungmin is upstairs with Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin, getting some stuff set up for your room still. You still have to pick out a bed though. We wanted to wait for you to go out and pick one out."

Jisung walks over to you and envelopes you in a hug when you walk in. You smile and hug him back.

"I miss your hugs when you aren't around. They're so nice and warm." He mumbles against you. You laugh at how unusually cuddly Jisung is with you.

"Did Minho scold you again?" You rub his back.

"No.." He says, dragging the word out.

"Yes. I did. He didn't do his homework, so I'm withholding sex and kisses from him until he passes the do-over." Minho says, not turning around as he's helping Felix cook. You playfully gasp at Jisung. The boy just whines in response, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Jisung, what are you doing?" Chan asks as he and the other four of your friend group walk into the kitchen.

"Nothing.." he mumbles. You let out a laughing scoff.

"Hi, honey." Chan grins and kisses your cheek. Changbin and Hyunjin following suit, both giving you their own nicknames following a kiss on the cheek.

"What's with the new nicknames?" You question the boys, and brow raised. They just shrug.

"Wanted to try something new. Wanted to tease Seungmin." Changbin laughs. Seungmin just rolls his eyes as he walks over to you. He pats your ass and kisses you on the lips. He either doesn't notice the new hickeys on your skin, or he just doesn't question them.

"We are gonna go and pick out a new mattress for you tomorrow after classes are done. Sound good?" Seungmin says, before going to a cupboard to grab plates. You nod and manage to get out of Jisung's hold to help Seungmin, Jisung pouting a bit.

You help set the table, Jisung goes over to help Minho and Felix. Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin sitting at the table. The boys cooking had made pasta and sauce with meatballs. When you see it, you smile wide and get excited. You loved Felix's pasta and sauce. He said it was a family recipe.

"My noods!" You exclaim happily as they bring the food to the table. You've always called any pasta 'noods' since you were a child, so it's a common thing for the boys to hear you say.

"Yes, I have them on my phone." Seungmin smirks, being cheeky. Chan looks at Seungmin.

"And you aren't sharing them with us?" The older one laughs.

"No. They're mine." Seungmin sticks his tongue out at his friend. The rest of the group start to playfully bicker with each other about the fact that only Seungmin and Felix have gotten to see you naked, even getting to fuck you at that. You roll your eyes, a smile on your face.

"Do you all really only think about seeing me nude?" You look at them all.

"No. Sometimes I think about my face buried deep in that beautiful pussy between your legs." Changbin grins at you from across the table.

"I think about taking you from behind." Hyunjin states.

You raise your brow at Chan, Minho and Jisung, wondering what their fantasies are.

"Chan and I have actually talked about double teaming you a few times." Minho grins at you and Chan. "Jisung has babbled a few times about being buried in you as I fucked him, as well." Jisung just cheekily smiles.

"You all are so dirty minded." You laugh out.

"We're a bunch of guys, babe." Seungmin drapes his arm over your shoulder. "We are friends with a drop dead gorgeous girl. Can you blame us? Plus, it's not like you haven't thought about being railed by any of them."

"Mm. Got me there." You laugh. "Now, let's eat."

——

The boys helped clean up when everyone was done eating, you all saying goodnight before they leave, Hyunjin however staying over to spend more time with Felix.

You wave goodbye to your friends as Seungmin shoos you upstairs to his room, not letting you see your room just yet. He strips down and gets in bed, patting the spot beside you, wanting you to join. You smile and strip down as well, climbing in next to him. He pulls you close and rubs your bare skin.

"I'm a bit tired today, Y/n. We worked on your room nearly all day, so I kinda wore myself out." He lays his cheek against your head.

"That's ok, Minnie. You know I don't mind." You cuddle into his side. He turns his head and softly kisses your forehead.

"You and I need to sit down so you can catch me up on the project details sometime this week." He sighs, closing his eyes. You simply nod and cuddle as close to him as you could. You honestly missed his warmth. Jeongin made you feel warm too, but Seungmin radiated body heat, like a personal heater. You both fall asleep not long after.

——

Monday morning rolled around fast, you and Seungmin in class at your normal time even though it felt like you took longer to get ready. Jeongin wasn't there yet.

"Think that weirdo is showing up today?" Seungmin plays around on his laptop, waiting for the class to start. "Oh, nope. There he is." He points with his head as Jeongin walked in, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Ahh. He's going to ask out this girl he likes. He said she's in this class with us." You smile, excited for your friend. Seungmin sits there for a moment before sitting up straight.

"Wait. What?" Seungmin looks at you.

"We were working on the project over the weekend and I asked him if he liked anyone and he said he liked a girl in this class, so I told him to ask her out." You look back at him, explaining. Jeongin makes his way to the back of the class where you and Seungmin sat, a wide smile on his face.

"Hi, darling." He smiles at you, you turn to face him.

"Hi, Innie." You smile back up at him.

"Darling..? Innie..? What the fuck?" Seungmin whispers, watching you and Jeongin.

"I see you got flowers. Are they for the girl you like? Did you ask her out yet?" You were genuinely curious as to who caught his eye.

"They are, and I haven't just yet." You missed the mischievous look in his eye. He sets his bag on the floor, shifting the flowers between his hands so as to not crush them.

"Well, go and ask her out. Don't lose your confidence now!" You urge him on.

"Ok, here goes nothing." He pretends to turn to walk back down the classroom before turning back to you, a look of confusion on your face.

"Y/n, darling. Would you like to go out with me?" He holds the flowers out to you. You look at him in confusion then shock. You look over at Seungmin then back to Jeongin. Seungmin was not happy, but he couldn't say anything. He clenched his jaw and held his fists under the table.

You reach up and grab the flowers, a soft smile on your face. You smell them, Jeongin waiting patiently for your answer. You look up at Jeongin once more as he takes his seat next to you.

"I'd love too, Innie." He grins wider and pulls you in for a kiss, cupping your face softly. He pulls away and hugs you, seeing that Seungmin was glaring at him. The dirty blonde sits back in his chair, crossing his arms. He wanted you happy. He always wanted you to be happy. Since he was your best friend, he wanted nothing but the best for you. He however didn't want to admit his feelings for you were real. He kept chalking it up to just wanting to fuck you, since no one else could handle how rough he was.

You and Jeongin were talking for a bit before you placed your hand on Seungmin’s arm, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Jeongin is going to go with us to pick out a bed today after classes are done. Is that ok?" You look at him with puppy dog eyes, knowing that Seungmin could never resist them.

He sighs before grumbling, "Fine. That's fine." You smile and hug him before sitting back as the professor comes in. He tells the class that you just need to work on the project for 15 minutes and then you could leave.

When class was over, Jeongin walked you to your next class, even though it didn't start for another 45 minutes. Seungmin followed quietly behind you both. You all sit on a bench outside the classroom.

"How could you not tell I was flirting with you, darling? I thought it was so obvious." He laughs, pulling your hand up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

"I'm a little oblivious when it comes to that stuff." You laugh out.

"Even after this past weekend, you didn't piece it together?" He pecks your hand repeatedly with soft kisses. Seungmin groans out quietly beside you, thinking about Jeongin touching you...fucking you. It made him angry, but also hard. He enjoyed listening to his friends talk about what they wanted to do to you, thinking about watching them fuck you dumb. He got more angry that the thought of you with Jeongin got him excited. He angrily crosses his legs.

"No." You laugh. "I honestly thought we were just hooking up." Jeongin teasingly gasps and holds his chest.

"My poor heart. I get to sleep with the girl I've been pining for, and she just thinks I'm just hooking up with her." He smiles and looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You laugh again. Seungmin rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out, trying to ignore your conversation. When it's time for you to enter the classroom, Seungmin taps your arm, showing you his phone clock. You sigh and stand up.

"I'll see you at lunch?" You smile down at Jeongin.

"Of course, darling." He nods, pulling you down gently for a kiss. "I'll see you in an hour." You turn and walk into class with Seungmin.

——

Class ends and you go to the lunch room with Seungmin, getting your food and sitting at the table with your friend group. You greet your friends as you sit, Seungmin just giving them a curt nod. They look between you two.

"Are you guys...fighting?" Changbin asks. "You guys never fight. Why is Seungmin so mad?"

"I'm not mad." Seungmin says dryly. He takes a bite of his food. Just as you open your mouth, Jeongin walks up behind you and leans down to kiss your head.

"Hi, baby." He smiles and slides into the empty seat between you and Chan.

"Baby?" Hyunjin and Jisung say in unison.

"He asked me out this morning. You guys were right. He was flirting with me." You laugh. Seungmin just rolls his eyes again and eats in silence. It doesn't go unnoticed by the others. They don't say anything as to not piss him off. Jeongin smiles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. He kisses your temple softly. Chan smiles, happy to see his friend happy. He notices the scratch marks peeking out from under his sleeve.

"You got a cat at home, Jeongin? Seems it got you pretty good." The older boy points out.

"Hmm?" He looks where Chan is indicating. "Ahh, no, no. No pets." He laughs.

"Then what happened?" Felix asks. Jeongin simply points to you, his smile as wide as ever.

"You're a scratcher?! Y/n?! Why have you never told us?" Jisung pipes up. "You know that's one of my biggest turn ons!"

You laugh, "It never came up?" You shrug.

"Well, time to add that to the fantasy book." He mumbles.

"Hey, hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about." Jeongin teases, laughing at the boy's reaction. "It's fine. I don't mind." He rubs your side.

You all enjoy your lunch as you talk, Seungmin not saying much. Last class rolls around and afterwards, Jeongin meets up with you and Seungmin, offering to drive you to the store to pick out your bed with you. You accept, Seungmin accepting reluctantly.

You all go inside the store, looking at all the beds. You lay on a few, looking for something you'd like. You find one and call both Jeongin and Seungmin over to lay with you. Jeongin smiles and lays down next to you. Seungmin hesitates before you pull him down next to you.

"I think I like this one." You say, smiling between the two boys.

"Then I'll get you this one, Y/n." Seungmin says, standing up. He walks over to the cashier. You sit up, watching him. Jeongin rubs your back softly, knowing you're upset.

——

The bed gets delivered the same day, Seungmin had paid extra for that to happen. The people deliver the bed and Chan and Seungmin set it up for you. You and Jeongin were sitting in the living room together, waiting for the ok to finally see your room.

"Honey!" Chan calls from the top of the stairs, making you laugh. "Come see your new room." You hear him pad back down the hall. You and Jeongin get up and go up the stairs, Jeongin playfully cups your ass on the way up. You walk down the hall past Felix's room and the bathroom, turning to where the door for your room starts.

You go in, and look around, amazed at the amount of effort Seungmin went to get your room done. Your room had a small loft area built for a little reading nook. Your bed nestled underneath. The area where your bed was had light strips under the bed and on the bed side table. On the other side of the room you had a new desk, with two monitors. You occasionally play video games with him and Felix, even though you aren't that good. You also had a mini fridge nearby to keep drinks and snacks in. You look at Seungmin, eyes watery.

"Seungmin..oh my god." You wipe your eyes.

"No, no crying. I got things I knew you'd like, and just set it up. I didn't do anything special." He waves his hand. You walk over to him and hug him tightly. He slowly wraps his arms around you and hugs you back.

——

The rest of the semester went by fairly quick, the months blending together. You, Seungmin and Jeongin getting the project done together. Seungmin eventually went back to how he used to be, just less physical with you. He didn't kiss you anymore and kept hugs and other physical touches short and quick. You all present your projects, you three getting an A+. When summer rolled around, you all made plans to hang out together, Jeongin being included in everything as he integrated into your friend group easily.

"You guys should come to my parents house, they had a pool installed last year and we need to have a pool day." Hyunjin says, looking at all of you. You all agree and plan a day. When the day to go to Hyunjin's comes along, Jeongin picks you, Felix and Seungmin up, you sitting in the front with Jeongin, Seungmin and Felix in the back. Jeongin moves his hand to your lap, gently squeezing your thigh. You had a tanktop and a pair of shorts on, covering your bathing suit, a clean set of clothes in a bag at your feet.

Seungmin looks out the window, quiet, as you all arrive at Hyunjin's parents house.

You all get out of the car and go around the side of the house to the backyard. The boys see you all and yell out a greeting. Minho was sitting on a lounge chair, away from the water, Chan, Changbin and Jisung in the water, with Hyunjin getting ready to jump off the diving board. Felix takes his shirt off and immediately runs and jumps in, scaring Changbin. Jisung looks at you and pouts.

"Why aren't you in a suit, Y/n? You kept talking about this swimsuit you found and wouldn't show any of us." Jisung asks, swimming over to the edge of the in-ground pool where you stood. Seungmin goes and sits on another lounge chair.

"I got to see it." Jeongin grabs you from behind, smirking.

"Well, you're dating her. That's obvious." Chan states, chuckling. He looks at Seungmin. "Did you get to see it, Seungmin?"

"No." He says flatly.

"Someone's in a mood." Changbin mumbles out.

Jeongin lets you go and you take your shirt and shorts off, setting them on a picnic table nearby. The swimsuit was a two piece bikini, sky blue in color. It covered everything it needed to, while still showing your skin off. The boys in the pool stop what they're doing and stare at you, Minho sitting up on his seat, lifting his sunglasses off his eyes.

"Y/nnie, you're so beautiful." Chan and Changbin say in unison. You smile and blush a little before Jeongin grabs you and jumps in the pool with you, laughing the whole time. When you emerge from the water, you smack his arm, laughing.

"INNIE!" You laugh out. "Why would you do that?" You brush your wet hair from your face. He just grins at you and leans down, kissing you deep but soft. The rest of the boys hoot and holler.

Seungmin leans back in his chair as he rolls his eyes, arms crossed. Minho leans back in his chair too, keeping his eyes on you in the water.

"They've been dating for 5 months, Seungmin. Do you think you're going to get over her? They look serious." Minho puts his sunglasses back over his eyes.

"I don't love her, Minho. Besides..." He says before getting quiet. "She's happy. I..I don't want to ruin that." He sighs.

"Seungmin. You do love her. We've all seen it." He watches as Jisung picks you up on his shoulders from under the water. He smiles, watching his boyfriend enjoy himself. "When are you going to admit it to yourself?"

Seungmin just sighs again in response. He has tried getting over his feelings, still never fully admitting that he loves you. He has hooked up with a few other girls after the first month of you and Jeongin dating, but none of them felt right. None of them could take him like you. None of them could handle how rough he could get. None of them...were you.

He rubs his face before running his fingers through his black hair, he had let his natural color grow out. He watches as you play in the water with the boys. He looked your body over, sad that the only marks on you now were from Jeongin, or the occasional one that the other boys left. They weren't sexual with you, but they enjoyed teasing you with little love bites, never leaving large ones like Jeongin did. Seungmin didn't participate in it.

Jeongin picks you up, sitting you on the edge of the pool, slipping between your legs. You giggle when he starts to kiss your stomach and up to your cleavage. You leaned forward some, so he had better reach. You place one hand on the back of his head, holding onto his wet hair.

"Hey, no sex in the pool unless we can join in!" Hyunjin says, across the pool with Felix, holding the blonde in his arms. You and Jeongin laugh. You sit up, a smile on your face. Seungmin's heart aches. He misses when he made you smile like that. He missed being the reason for your smile, for your laugh. The reason you were littered with hickies. He closes his eyes tight, feeling tears prick his eyes, opening them again when he hears Minho get up.

"I need to go save Jisung before he tries to drown himself playing chicken with Changbin on his shoulders." Minho walks around the pool and walks in using the steps, a grumpy look on his face at the contact with the water. Jeongin swims over to Seungmin after helping you back in the water. He hops out and walks over, sitting in the chair next to him.

"What do you want, Jeongin." Seungmin keeps his arms crossed, looking at the male.

"Y/n misses you, you know." He says, voice low. He leans forward, arms on his knees. Both boys focus on you. You turn towards them and smile, giving a small wave. Your smile wasn't one of your normally happy smiles. Seungmin could tell Jeongin was right, and he missed you too.

"I know. But I'm respecting her relationship with you. She deserves to be happy." He looks back at Jeongin.

"She does." He focuses back on Seungmin. "But that happiness includes you, man. I make her happy, but she was in love with you, and I know you are too. Otherwise, you never would've reacted the way you did whenever I touched her." Seungmin rubs his face again, groaning.

"Fine. Yes. I love her. Loved..her. I never realized it, and I don't know why her being with you is why I figured it out." His head falls back onto the plastic of the lawn chair.

"So ask her out." Jeongin says, sitting up. Seungmin turns his head to look at the male, eyebrows scrunched.

"What?"

"Ask. Her. Out." Jeongin enunciates.

"She's dating you, dude. I can't just ask her out." He rolls his eyes, turning his head to look straight, looking at his friend group in the pool. You were sitting on the stairs in the water, Jisung cuddled up against you, face just about in your cleavage as Changbin sat behind you, rubbing your back. Chan and Minho talking, the younger of the two sitting on the edge of the pool, feet hanging in the water. Felix and Hyunjin sat in a corner, making out.

"What if I told you, I was the one that brought up her dating both of us?" Jeongin smirks a little as Seungmin turns his head to him again.

"What?" Seungmin parrots his previous question.

"You heard me. I know you aren't deaf." Jeongin laughs.

"Why would you do that?" Seungmin sits up a bit.

"Because I love her, and I want her to be happy. If I have to share her with her best friend, I will. I genuinely do not mind it." He smiles, looking at you again. You were still holding Jisung, the boy rubbing his face in your chest a bit, making you laugh. "I mean, look at her with Jisung and Changbin. It doesn't bother me. She's told me about how the rest of them still want to sleep with her. That doesn't bother me either." He turns to look back at Seungmin.

"I..." Seungmin looks at Jeongin. "You're sure about that, Jeongin? It won't make her upset?" Seungmin looked hopeful, a small glint of happiness in his eyes.

"No. She would be more than happy. I'm sure of it." Jeongin smiles. He turns his head again to look at you before calling you over. You lift your head to look at your boyfriend before looking at Jisung who whines when he has to move to let you up. You apologize to him and Changbin before leaving the pool, walking around to him and Seungmin.

"Hi, baby. Hi, Seungmin." Jeongin gently pulls you down into his lap, making you laugh. Seungmin smiles softly at your laugh.

"Seungmin here has a question for you, darling." He kisses your collarbone softly, gently nipping your skin. You turn your head to look at Seungmin, waiting. Seungmin moves so his feet are planted on the ground, facing you and Jeongin.

"I...Jeongin and I were talking, and he told me.." He sighs, nervous. He's never been nervous, but he was afraid of losing you for good. "Do..do you want to go out with me, Y/n?" He watches you, eyes showing how nervous he was. You stare at him, standing up from Jeongin's lap. He closes his eyes tight, thinking you'll either reject him or slap him. He instead gasps softly in surprise when you cup his face, his eyes popping open to look at you.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear you ask that?" You smile at him, waterline overflowing with tears.

"Oh baby.." He places a hand on your cheek, the other on your hip, pulling you into his lap. "Way too long." He kisses you softly, his own tears running down his cheeks. He has never cried for a girl like this before. It was new to you both. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Jeongin smiles, watching you. Seungmin pulls back after a moment.

"I take that as a yes?" He grins. You laugh and wipe your eyes, gently wiping his face as you nod.

"Yes, Minnie. My god I've missed you so much." You wrap your arms around him again, pulling him in for a hug. He hugs you back tightly.

"I've missed you too, baby. So fucking much." He gently squeezes you.

"I'll let you guys have some 'alone time'." Jeongin grins before standing up. He goes and jumps back in the pool. You pull away once more, smiling down at him. You lean down and softly kiss him. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you. He leans back and you adjust yourself so you're straddling him. Seungmin's hands slowly run across the expanse of your back, skin still wet from the pool. His hands eventually slipping down to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.

"God, I've missed your ass so much." He mumbles against your lips.

"Is that all you've missed?" You giggle. He shakes his head and shifts his gaze down to your breasts, slipping one hand up to your swim top. He slides one finger inside it and gently pulls it down to expose your nipple before leaning forward to suck it into his mouth.

"I've missed these.." he gently sucks and licks before pulling away, covering you back up. "And this.." his hand slips down your front, cupping you through your bottoms. You let out a quiet breathy moan. You grind against his hand a bit, closing your eyes.

"Ahh..Seungmin.." You moan out, breathy.

"Yes, baby?" He was watching your face.

"I need you, please." You grind against his hand again.

"The boys are right behind us." He points out.

"Don't care. Need you.." You open your eyes and slip your fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He nods and carefully moves his shorts down enough to let his hard cock spring out. He carefully maneuvers your swim bottoms so he can slide in you when you lower yourself. You both moan out softly. You notice the boys getting quiet behind you.

"I said no sex in the pool unless we can join in!" Hyunjin calls out.

"Not in the pool, Hwang!' Seungmin calls back. He places his hands on your hips and helps guide you as you take all of him. You moan out, a little louder than before. Seungmin looks around you when he hears the sound of the water. All the boys had come over to watch you and Seungmin. He rolls his eyes and chuckles. "We have an audience, Y/n."

You turn your head to look over your shoulder, laughing when you see them. You turn back to Seungmin, with a smile still on your face. "Let's give them a show then." He grins wide. You lean down and whisper in his ear. "Be rough with me. I missed it."

Seungmin groans out, cock twitching inside you. He slowly helps you bounce on him, watching as his cock disappears inside you.

"Fuck, I missed this.." He holds your hips before wrapping his arms around you. He carefully gets up and brings you closer to the pool, you wrapping your legs around his waist, stopping at the edge where the grass ends. He kneels down and lays you both down, him on top of you. "You guys wanted to watch, so here's a better view." He grabs your swim top, pulling it up off your breasts. Some of the boys groan out. Seungmin sits up and rubs your thighs, slowly fucking into you.

You moan out his name quietly, eyes half lidded. He starts to pick up his pace, getting a little rougher. He leans down again and captures your nipple in his mouth, grabbing the other and playing with your nipple. He pulls back, your nipple lightly pinched between his teeth before he let's go. He grabs your legs and places your ankles on his shoulders. He fucks into you hard and deep. He looks over at the guys watching. Jeongin was smirking, watching you be fucked. The others looked like they wanted to jump in.

Seungmin fucks into you hard and deep before pulling out. He has you turn over on your hands and knees before he slams right back into you, making you moan loudly. Your friends get louder, enjoying the view. He pulls at least two orgasms out of you before he cums deep into you. He leans down, breathing hard against your back. He places soft kisses along your skin as you breathe hard.

He pulls out and fixes your swim suit for you. You sit up and turn around to face him, he grabs your jaw and kisses you deeply again. Your friends hollering beside you, happy for you both. Jeongin climbs out of the pool just as you both stand up.

"Let's go home, yeah?" He grins at you and Seungmin. Seungmin looks at you and you nod, smiling wide.

"All of us?" Seungmin was quiet when he asked. You look at him and nod again.

"All of us." You kiss his cheek and stand up. He stands up not long after. You all go back to Jeongin's car, and he brings you back to your flat.

You enjoy the rest of the summer with your boyfriends. Seungmin was back to his old self, but much more loving with you. Jeongin was still gentle with you, but he had his moments where he was rough. It was a fun time when they were rough with you together. Life couldn't be any better for you.

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