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[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day three.

Special video (2.1k words)

summary: Lando was away for race week, leaving you needy alone, so you had to come up with a plan to tease him from the other side of the world.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, masturbation

Sure, being away from your boyfriend for long periods of time sucked; you were constantly missing each other and most of your communication relied on texts, phone calls, and face time. Although sometimes, it was so much easier to tease him this way, and you couldn't deny you loved it. Maybe a little too much.

Today you were feeling especially needy, and Lando was on the other side of the world for race weekend, so why not have a little fun? 

It was really late where you were, and you knew he was just about to start media day, so sending him a little something couldn’t hurt anybody. 

You were wearing his favourite piece of lingerie, the bedside table next to you adorned with a few lit candles that set the perfect mood for the night. You went on your back and started to run your hands down your body, just the way he would if he were there, and once you got to the hem of the piece of fabric that was covering your pussy, you slid a hand in, allowing your fingers to run through your folds and collecting your juices. 

A soft moan left your lips when you got to your clit, and with that, you decided to take a picture, with your full body on display. Snap. It looked good, great even, so without thinking twice, you sent it.

Y/N: [Attachment: 1 photo]

Lando felt his phone buzz, smiling when he saw your name on the screen. He was a little confused because he knew it was late back home, but he thought maybe you just couldn't sleep. He tapped the notification and boy did his eyes widen when he saw the picture.

There was no way you were touching yourself while he was away, right? He quickly closed his messages app and looked around him, worried someone might have caught him, but luckily, everyone was too busy going over today’s schedule. 

He opened it again, this time clicking on the picture to fully analyse it. He cursed under his breath as his eyes took you in: your body, the lighting, his favourite lingerie, your hand disappearing under it... everything. Fuck.

Y/N: Miss you xx

Another message from you. He couldn’t stop his cock to twitch inside his pants, knowing exactly what he would do to you if you were in the same bed. 

“Okay, Lando, we have to get started,” he heard someone from his team almost yell at him to get his attention. Whatever you had planned had to wait, he thought. 

Lando: You are in big trouble

You saw the text appear, smiling because you knew your plan was working. Now you just had to send something more provocative to really get him going because you needed him to respond with something more than just that, you needed to know you actually drove him out of his mind, so you grabbed your phone and tried to find the best place to put it. Once you found the perfect angle and started recording, you laid across the big bed and opened your legs, your core centred to the camera as you did the same thing you did earlier.

You ran your hands across your body, but with more patience this time, stopping at your breasts to give them a few squeezes before uncovering one of them, playing with your nipple. This caused a soft moan to leave your lips, his name following shortly after. 

Your eyes were closed, and as your hand kept playing with your boob, your other one kept exploring further down your body. Except this time, you didn’t stop at your pussy. You kept going to carress your thighs, lingering there for a few moments until you started rubbing your clothed core. 

“Lan,” you moaned, imagining it was him touching you. You kept playing with yourself like that, but you needed more. You pushed your panties to the side and started running your fingers again, even a louder moan echoing through the room. “Mhm, wish you were here, baby.”

You introduced a finger as your thumb stayed rubbing your needy clit, quickly setting a pace for yourself. You were usually loud, and Lando knew that very well, but you wanted to put on a show for him, so why not take it up a notch? 

A string of pornographic moans could be heard, your phone perfectly capturing all of them. The thought of him being in the middle of an important press conference while you sent him this video turned you on even more, which drove you closer to your release. 

Your other hand left your boobs, moving it down to play with your bundle of nerves instead so you could use more fingers, your pace quickening as your orgasm was closer and closer to you. The sounds were filthy, not only from your moans but from how wet you were, and soon you found yourself stumbling over the edge, coming all over your fingers. 

You slowed down and stopped moving when you came down from your high, cleaning your fingers with your mouth as you crawled over to where your phone was.

“I hope you like it, baby,” you whispered before stopping the recording.

Lando couldn’t stop thinking about the picture you sent. He was having a hard time concentrating in the questions he was being asked, and even if he knew exactly what his answer was, he struggled to let the words out. Some people seemed to notice something was off, but of course they never imagined what was actually going through his mind.

“Everything okay, mate?” Oscar, who had been sitting beside him the whole time, asked him. Lando just nodded and gave him his best innocent smile.

“All good,” he lied.

The interview couldn't go quick enough, and he felt even more impatient when he felt his phone buzz again. Not once, but twice. He was itching to pull it out and see what other things you had planned, how far you would go to tease him, but he didn’t want to be called out, so he had to wait.

As soon as they were dismissed, he took it out, his face tinting a shade of pink when he read your messages.

Y/N: [Attachement: 1 video]

Y/N: Wish you were here.

Oh no. 

He quickly stood up from his seat, Oscar running close after him. “You sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He was making his way back to the McLaren hospitality for a quick break before their next interview. 

“Where are you going?” 

“To the bathroom, I’m not feeling well.”

He nearly sprinted there, locking himself in the bathroom and sitting in the closed toilet. He took a deep breath as he opened your messages.

Wow, you looked so beautiful that Lando swore he could come from just the first few seconds, but as soon as you positioned yourself in front of the camera, he knew it was over.

At this point, he didn’t care about anything but you, so he didn’t think twice about pushing his pants and underwear down and grabbing his throbbing cock.

He admired the way your hands explored your body, wishing he was the one doing that. He squeezed himself every time you squeezed your boobs, almost salivating at the sight. Although he wasn’t putting much pressure on it, at least the relief he was getting was something, but everything changed when he heard you moan his name, the shaky whimper coming out of his phone.

“Shit,” he said as he turned the volume down, cursing himself for not carrying his headphones with him. Little did he know, he definitely would need them.

As your hand travelled further down, he started pumping his length, collecting the precum that was leaking from his tip and spreading everywhere. And when you finally touched yourself where you needed it the most, that’s when he started to pick up his pace. 

Once again, you moaned his name, making him whimper as his hand worked on his cock. He quickly stopped himself from making more sounds, but as soon as you pushed your panties to the side and started making more sounds, he stopped caring. Not fully, but enough to let a few of his own slip out.

His hips bucked into his fist when you inserted one finger, sweat already forming in his forehead as his eyes shut for a split second, but of course he didn’t wanna miss the masterpiece you sent him, so he opened them again and scanned your entire body.

God, he missed you; he missed touching you and being the one that made you make all those faces, those noises... another one, a loud whimper left your lips and he couldn’t help but let another one out as his hand moved up and down. He placed his phone on his thigh and guided his now-free hand to cup his balls as he kept stroking himself.

The new added sensation made him almost lose his mind and give in completely, but he couldn’t possibly, not when he hasn’t seen you cum all over your fingers yet.

He slowed his fist down, bringing his thumb to go over his tip a few times before slowly going down again, going back up when he reached the base. He did this a few times, but he wasn’t able to wait another second, so he just speeded up, squeezing his cock any time you squeezed your own fingers with you pussy, imagining it was him you had trapped down there.

His eyes were flickering between the screen and his cock trapped in his hand, and for a moment, he completely forgot where he was. He saw you stumble over your own movements, and he knew that meant you were close, so he pushed his shirt all the way up and picked up an abnormal pace, driving him closer. 

He was almost there, and he knew you were too, so as soon as your orgasm started to hit you, he did everything in his power to make it feel like he was with you. He spat on his cock, spreading the new wetness with his fist, as if your juices were coating him as he squeezed himself exactly like you would. This made him lose complete control. The way he was bucking up his own hand and more and more broken breaths left his pink lips was something you wished you could have seen. 

A particular hard squeeze made him arch his back and drop his phone, but his mind was far away from caring. He just stoked himself a few more times before he finally spilled his release on his hand, coating his thighs and part of his tummy. He stopped moving almost completely, allowing himself to come back to earth as his eyes still managed to catch his screen that was now on the floor, watching you lick your fingers clean and crawl to your phone. Fuck.

Lando took a moment to catch his breath before cleaning himself and picking up his phone, shaking his head at the fact that he ran to the bathroom to touch himself because he just couldn’t wait until he was back at the hotel. The power you had over him never failed to amaze him.

He took a long stare at the mirror; did he look like he just jerked off? Definitely, and trying his best to fix his hair and wash his face did not help, but he knew there were people probably looking for him to move on to the next interview, so he had no time left.

Locking his phone, he finally left the small bathroom.

“I hope you are feeling better,” Oscar said, his arms crossed as he watched Lando shut the door behind him.

“Are you kidding? Have you been out here this entire time?”

“Uh- no.” Oscar was quick to respond, his face burning as his teammate walked past him.

“Whatever, let’s go back.” He responded, rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone one more time. 

Back home, you were almost ready to go to bed. You were dying to know what Lando would say of your little video. Would he wait? Did he watch it? You wanted nothing more than to be there to see his exact reaction to everything you did, and you wondered if he would ever send you one of those videos of himself. 

As you put out the last candle, you saw your phone lit up. A big smile appeared on your face when you read Lando’s message.

Lando: You have no idea what I’ll do to you when I’m back home.

Lando: Also I’m pretty sure Oscar just heard me jerk off to your video.

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[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hii girl since you said requests are open I was thinking about reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations, maybe while they're with friends or in class.

Ps: I love your writing

A/N : Hii ! 🩷 Thank you so so so much for liking my writing and sending me this fabulous request for our boy Ethan, it means a lot to me and I had so much fun writing this 🥰 Please send me your feedback to let me know how I did, it always helps me improve and I hope you’ll like it. Don’t hesitate to send me other requests for our lovely Ethan, love you and enjoy ! ✨

Reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations.

❦ When Ethan Landry is in love, anything can make him blush and get him hard, really just a kiss or a hug is already enough for him to want you and it annoys Ethan so much to be this weak for you. You could simply be looking at him with doe eyes and a pretty smile while he rambles about his day and the poor sweet boy would avert his eyes from you as he feels his cheeks warming up. Taking his hand in yours in the corridors, to intertwine your fingers, also works very well, Ethan doesn’t mind it, he loves it even, but he’s not used to receiving such affection, just like he’s not used to you complimenting him, as you softly murmur against his lips that he’s « so pretty » while you gently caress his face.

❦ Making out with your boyfriend in front of your friends, your lips pressing kisses on his jaw and neck literally makes Ethan’s head spin as he doesn’t know how to react between completely surrendering himself to you or keeping a straight face in front of Chad and the others.

❦ But obviously, what works best is just letting your hand wander up his thigh under the table and slightly brushing the outline of his cock that’s covered by his jeans that keep getting too tight to his liking, Ethan’s breathing becoming heavy while you act so innocently in front of the others as you all eat.

❦ Sending hot texts to Ethan during classes. That could go from nudes that force him to go to the restroom to take care of his hard-on, to just teasing him. « Do you think this table is sturdy enough for you to take me, Ethan ? », your boyfriend’s eyes are entirely focused on your text as he swallows with difficulty at the fantasy of taking you right here.

❦ Whispering dirty things in his ear while Ethan is in a conversation to make him lose his mind. The poor man doesn’t even know what he was saying seconds ago, as only stutters come out of his mouth now that your lips describe the sinful things that you would like him to do to you.

❦ Making sure you wear the sexiest and prettiest panties under a cute short skirt. And whoops what a strange coincidence, you have to bend down in front of your innocent boyfriend so Ethan can, by chance, catch a glimpse of the pink lace material. Though, Ethan will make sure he’s the only one to see that gorgeous sight, by correctly putting back in its place your skirt behind you when you stand up. What also really works to get him hard is gently asking him in the early morning if he can help you dress, when really Ethan perfectly knows that you can do it yourself. « Please baby, can you help me with the zipper of my dress ? » You bewitched Ethan in such a delicious way, that you can feel the way his fingertips shake a little as he slowly closes your dress.

❦ Considering that your boyfriend trusts you fully, he gave you his phone password ages ago. Little did he know that you would take this opportunity to set his new wallpaper with a quite revealing picture of yourself. At the sight of this, Ethan is debating whether to keep staring at it or to hold his phone pressed very close to his chest so that no one can look at it. « You really are a little minx, aren’t you ? », Ethan would corner you in the corridor as soon as he saw it.

❦ As Ethan helps you study, just like every evening, you make sure to sit on his lap as he explains to you the math exercises, wiggling your butt from time to time just to hear Ethan gasp behind you, his words cut by his own little moans and whines. « Did you u-understand everything ? », Ethan would ask in a stutter. « Yeah, thank you Ethan », you answered him as you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

❦ Ethan reading a book on his own on a bench outside during lunch break as you go over to him with a sweet smile just to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. « What are you reading ? » Ethan doesn’t trust his voice and decides to show you the cover instead while his free hand tightens around your waist.

❦ Asking your boyfriend to accompany you when you go shopping for new sexy lingerie. Ethan shyly waits for you outside the fitting room as he hears you calling his name, hesitantly entering the cabin with you as you ask for his opinion. You slowly twirl around in front of him as his cheeks become red and Ethan knows that he won’t be able to hide his hard-on this time. « You like it ? », you ask him with an innocent smile. « I-I, fuck yes I do », Ethan mumbles as he doesn’t find the will to avert his eyes from your gorgeous body. « But don’t you think it’s a bit overpriced though ? », you ponder. Ethan is quick to make a decision for you, « Don’t care, I’ll buy it for you. »

❦ Watching a movie together at the cinema and there’s a random erotic scene appearing on screen as you ask Ethan in the most innocent tone. « Do you think we could do it ? ». And it’s enough for Ethan to lose his complete interest for the movie, his whole attention now entirely directed to the thought of him and you in the same position as the scene in front of his eyes. Ethan shifts in his seat as he prays for the movie to be over soon enough for him to show you how well he can make this scene come true, hell even in his car if he can’t wait to get back home.

❦ Asking Ethan in the middle of the night to help you sleep in his own way, as you whine sweetly into his ear to wake him up. « Please Ethan, can’t sleep, need you so bad… » Ethan rubs the tiredness out of his face as he takes you in his strong arms that create the most soothing embrace for you. The way you whined and wiggled in his hold was enough to feel Ethan’s hard-on press lightly against your tummy. « My poor baby…Need my help ? Want me so bad that you can’t sleep ? Don’t worry angel, I’m here. »

❦ Now, there’s just a subtle difference in how Ethan would react to this kind of teasing. And it’s simply linked with before and after he lost his virginity to his girlfriend.

❦ Before he made love to you for the first time, Ethan’s reaction would look innocent but really it’s just him trying not to look like a pervert that gets indecent dreams about his girlfriend almost every night and day. He would be a blushing mess that only tries to stop your hand as he fidgets a bit in his seat and stutters while looking elsewhere. « Please, s-stop it, sweetheart…That’s just m-mean… »

❦ After you both had sex for the first time, Ethan would obviously still get madly flustered at your teasing but he also knows that he’ll be able to get back at you when he has you alone for himself, as Ethan warns you about the possibilities which are now offered to him. « You do realize, love, that you’re gonna pay for this tonight, right ? » And Ethan never forgets about his little revenge as he let it all out on you, overstimulating or edging you, it depends on his mood but he, for sure, will tease you in bed as much as you did with him earlier that day. « Did I fuck the attitude out of you, angel ? »

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[barleyo]

Prom Queen. (Re-upload)

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: tumblr took this down. I'm re-uploading it because idgaf. No tags because I'm lazy, read at your own risk. Obviously reader is of age, and obviously, if you DON'T LIKE what I write, DON'T READ what I write, thanks :3

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AHEAD

You had always dreamed about your senior prom. Even as a young girl, you thought exhaustively about how the night would go. You would wear a gorgeous gown, drink spiked punch, dance and laugh with friends, and most importantly, you would go with a cute boy.

Those dreams fell flat when your strict father outlawed prom for you. He said that prom was just an opportunity for hyped up, hormonal teens to gyrate on each other on school property. Prom was a night where girls opened their legs for their subpar dates who barely made the effort to scrounge up a corsage for them. Prom was the chance for unwanted, "happy accident" babies to be made by teenaged fuck-ups.

In short, prom was for whores. Leon would be damned if he would have a nasty whore of a daughter. It made him sick to even think of you wasting your sweet, nearly virginal body on a shit-for-brains boy whose only sexual experience no doubt came from his own right hand.

So, yeah. Prom was a nonstarter.

Of course, this angered you to no end. You could be heard sobbing each night after Leon's declaration of war on you having any fun was drawn up, but a small part of you thought it was the best.

You knew that prom wasn't like how it was shown in the movies. You wouldn't get an invitation from the hottest boy in school, you wouldn't get there in a decked out limo, and the punch would be lukewarm and watered down at best.

You wouldn't dance: you would have no one to dance with. You would sit alone at one of the tables eating fun sized candy bars aimlessly scattered on the repurposed lunch room tables in your school's gymnasium, while a horde of your peers would dance nasty on each other, being free and young.

The whole time, nobody would look at you, aside from the sly glance paired with a snicker shared between two gossiping teens, indulging in the rumors that floated around about you.

Nobody would want to dance with the girl who had an overprotective daddy that fucked her. Especially when that girl liked it.

The more you thought about it, the more you came to peace with the idea of staying in with Leon. Technically, being demanded to stay at home with him meant that you were sort of, kind of asked on a "date" with a hot guy, even if you shared DNA with said hot guy.

On the day of the dance, Leon had the decency to let you skip school. You sulked in bed the entire day, thinking about what could have been, rather than what was. He did not bother you, having enough sense to let a sleeping dog lay, but at exactly 10:00 PM , you felt your phone ding under your pillow.

'Come downstairs. Wear a dress. Not one of your church ones.'

His texts were always sharp and to the point, just like he was. Commanding. Strict.

You, as always, obliged. You put on one of his favorites, the one that always left his eyes lingering on your body a little too long. As you made your way down the stairs, you heard the faint sound of romantic music playing in the living room, which you naturally followed like a trail of breadcrumbs.

"Dad, what's all this?"

Your living room looked like a scene stripped from a cheesy romance movie. Rose petals scattered on the floor, lights dimmed low, and a tall, hot stud in the midst of it all. Your father's face was stern, but past that you could see the inkling of excitement in him.

"Your prom. I know it meant a lot to you," he said gruffly, adjusting the collar of the nice shirt he wore, "so I did what I could. Hope this'll make you forgive me."

Your feet pattered softly against the cool flooring, bringing your body along with them. You took a final look around the room and let your eyes lock onto your dad.

"I do. S'okay, I'm not mad at you, daddy."

How could you ever be mad at him? Your perfectly stubborn, grouchy, yet sexy father? Your father who—

"You know I just want the best for you, right peach?" Leon grasped you in his arms, snaking both arms around your lower waist while he rested his chin on your head. "Just wanna keep you safe."

"I know."

You both stood like that for a moment, neither speaking. The soft sound of the music slowly playing in the background was the only noise filling your sense. Well, that and the husky sound of your father's breathing. And his manly, leathery scent. His strong hands placed on your body, too.

You heard him clear his throat briefly and snapped to give him your attention, something you found yourself doing often. He liked when you listened to him quickly, made him feel respected.

"May I have this dance?" Leon asked, giving you a rare smirk when you nodded.

One of his hands stayed on your waist, while the other took your hand gently and clasped it in the air, leading you into a sweet waltz. With each step, he guided you with rigid, calculated movements. His movements were neat, as if he had been planning every moment of your shared dance.

The longer you danced with him, the closer your bodies pressed together, creating a faint friction between the two of you. In that moment, any negative emotion you had felt before faded away, leaving only the image of him in your mind.

Leon knew your signs. He'd spent a long time decoding them, and the look on your face was one he read easily. With a tilt of his head, he leaned in, a soft chuckle escaping his lips when he felt your increased heartbeat against his chest.

You made the first real move, pushing your tongue deeper into his mouth. Kisses were the only time he let you take on a dominant role. He thought it was cute, feeling your smaller tongue fuck into his mouth like you were in charge. Not wanting to spoil your fun, he softly guided you backwards to the wall, giving him a surface to work with.

"You're a bold one, I'll give you that," he said, breaking the kiss. "Can't ever actually ask for what you want, but you go wild once you get it, don't you?"

You hummed, letting him pull you up and wrap your legs around his waist. His hand slid under your dress and pushed it up, giving him a view of your panties.

"God, you're soaked. So wet f'me." Leon stuck his fingers in his mouth, slurping on them and covering them with spit before he forced them past the band of your underwear. Tight, quick circles were made around your clit, denying you of any time to think. "Nobody else can play with this, you hear me? This is all mine, you don' let anybody else have you," his voice was a warm whisper that fanned across your ear.

"I promise, 'm all yours. Don't want anyone else, only you, daddy," you swore desperately, meaning every word even if it sounded like you were just babbling on.

"Fuckin' slut." He spit a fat glob onto his fingers and spread it around your cunt, lubing you up. "Thought I raised a sweet girl. Bet you act like this for the boys at school too, huh?" Your panties were slid to the side.

His teeth clenched together jaggedly as he prodded the tip of his cock at you entrance, drawing in a deep breath when he pushed it fully in.

"No, never! I don't want any of them, just want you. They aren't good enough."

"Yeah? Greedy little cunt only wants her daddy, is that right?" The ego boost he was getting from this ran through him immediately. He wound your clit up with his thumb, quickly zigzagging on the little bud to match his thrusts. "Good. They don't deserve to feel you—"

You cunt fluttered around his length at his words, leaving him biting down on his lip.

"Just like that. Gonna make me cum if you keep that up, baby."

Your mouth hung open, pathetic mewls leaking from it. Each sound he drew out of you was nearly pornographic. He bullied your guts and hit deep, far deeper than your fingers ever could, and left you far more needy than your digits did.

"Inside this time?" You had wanted it so bad for the longest time, and instead he would pull out of you and coat your soft tummy or the fat of your ass with his ropes. "I need to feel it, please. I don't wanna be empty again, jus' fill me up," you slurred, drool spilling from the corner of your plush mouth.

"Yeah," he huffed, nodding along with you words, ready to finally jump at the opportunity, "yeah, inside. I need it too, baby, you have no idea. Daddy wants to spoil you real bad, he wants to give you all the babies you want."

Your lower body tensed, squeezing him tightly as the familiar rhythmic pattern of your orgasm set in. It felt so right in that moment, like your body was made for this exact purpose: being a warm hole for your dad to fill with his hot cum.

"Ready?" He said it more like a demand than a question, and within seconds he was creaming into you, still pounding your cunt like he hated you. "Take it, don't spill."

He kept his dick sheathed away inside of you, hoping that if he kept most of his cum in you, it would take. His brow was slick with sweat and his face was flushed. He had never looked so attractive before.

You ran your hand through his hair to get his attention. When he darted his eyes up to you, you mumbled something about wanting to go again.

"Anything for you baby. Night's still young, isn't it? We got time."

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 5

Part 4

to tboyeddie and kas-eddie-munson: yall are on the right track ;)

to a-blog-of-negotiable-affections: i hope this part makes your brain just as goopy as the last.

Steve closed the door to the hotel bedroom. He thought about how he'd already been fucked in this bed. Then he wondered how much longer Eddie would be in town and what sort of bed he'd be taken in next. He went to the bathroom first, checking himself over. Eddie hadn't marked him up yet. But from the way he used his teeth, Steve could tell he wanted to.

He decided to give Eddie a few more minutes to get wherever he was going. In the meantime, he undressed, got comfortable on the bed and checked his socials before getting started.

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Leaving Steve behind was probably the most difficult thing he had to do. But there was no getting out of it when his manager called a meeting like this. But he literally had a hot and ready omega waiting for him. So he was going to be diligent and knock this out so he could get back.

"Alright, I'm here", he announced, using both hands to thrust open the doors of the conference room. "You can all calm down now."

"About time." His manager had her arms crossed. Chrissy looked small and cute but Eddie only let that fool him once. She'd taken their band out of dive bars and brought them into relevance. The rest of his band was there as well, sitting around a table.

From how urgent it sounded, Eddie had a hunch this was about a future venture. Now whether it was a tour or a new album or something like that, Eddie was all for, and glad that they wanted him present for the strategy meeting. But Steve...

His phone buzzed with a text notification and he opened it, eyes bulging and closing it, looking around to see if anyone saw. Gareth was too his left, but with enough distance that he'd have to crane his neck to see his phone. Cautiously, Eddie opened it up again and swallowed.

Steve: Daddy left me all alone guess I have to play with myself Steve: image.jpeg

The picture was of Steve's mouth, his lips shiny with two fingers dipped down to the first knuckle. Eddie could tell from the framing that Steve was in bed, and at the very least shirtless. He put his phone face down but the image was burned in his head. Steve was naked in the hotel room, pleasuring himself, hopefully to the thought of Eddie.

"Got something on your mind, Eds?", Jeff asked when he noticed his strange look.

"Uh, just thinking about covers, you know, covers could be cool it's been a minute since we performed covers."

Gareth perked up. "What if we did a metal cover of a non-metal song? Those are always a hit."

Eddie smiled. They'd only done that live a couple of times but they did it a lot more before they got discovered. Between the four of them, they had varied music tastes and it was always a great creative exercise to change them to fit the new genre.

Then his phone buzzed again.

Eddie bit his lip and peeked at the new picture. This time it was of Steve playing with his chest, nipple pinched between two fingers. The last time they were together, he'd only gotten a taste of him. Eddie wanted more time to explore everything Steve had to offer. He needed more time.

The next picture came more quickly. This time it was of Steve's lower half. It started from his belly button to the very top of his crotch, those dark curls tempting before disappearing under the covers.

Eddie: Tease Eddie: I thought you said you were gonna be good Steve: I never said that

The next picture was of Steve's hand dipping under the blanket. Eddie turned his phone face down on the table again as he let his imaginations run wild. He tamped it down when Chrissy gave him a worried look. He really didn't need his pheromones stinking up the joint. If the boys knew he was mooning over the same omega as before, he'd never hear the end of it. They'd probably meet Steve soon enough anyway.

Steve: You're the one who said to keep it warm

The next image popped up but Eddie put his phone down before it could fully load, sure that it would be the end of him. Grant and Jeff were having a friendly debate on their outfits for the next show and Eddie couldn't hold back anymore. He opened up the image and was blessed with Steve's glorious, sopping cunt, spread out on white sheets.

Eddie bit so deep into his knuckle he would've tasted blood had Gareth not slammed his hands down onto the table. Eddie was glad that his friends were always so passionate about whatever adventure they were on. At times like these, it freed him from having to be an active participant.

Eddie: Behave

He tried paying attention after that. It was bad form to pop a boner and he'd get to sink into that sweet heat soon enough. He was going to knot Steve this time. He deserved it, his pussy was desperate for him and Eddie wasn't so unkind to deny him.

Now Chrissy was asking them about venues and Eddie was attentive and alert and had his head in the game and-

buzz

It was a video. Sent from Steve. Eddie sucked in a breath and quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Taking no chances, he plugged his headphones into the jack and locked the door to the stall. He saw thick, hairy legs that he was already familiar with but wanted to get to know even better. Steve sighed straight into his ears as he straddled one of the hotel's pillows.

"Wish it was you, alpha." He let out a small whine as he started to grind, no doubt getting the pillow wet.

Eddie palmed himself as he watched, wishing the same with all his might. Steve moaned, unbidden as he got himself off on the softness between his legs. Eddie pulled out his cock and it wasn't hard to imagine Steve sliding his pussy on it like he'd been trying to do to his leg earlier. He could tell by the panting that Steve was getting close and his hips moved quicker.

He moaned Eddie's name and collapsed, face still out of frame while his hips stuttered. Fuck, that pillow must be soaked. Eddie pumped his cock, just the thought of getting it wet with Steve's juices enough to push him over the edge.

After cleaning himself up, he locked the video. It was for his eyes only. He returned to the meeting, secret safe except it wasn't.

"Dude, you reek", Jeff said the moment he walked in.

"Yeah, does planning really get you that hard?", Grant teased.

"You know it does, Grant-master Flash", Eddie beamed. He shot off a quick message to Steve.

Eddie: Baby likes to put on a show hope you're ready for an encore later

Steve: 🩷

About an hour later, the meeting ended and Eddie was able to get back to Steve. He called out his name when he got to the hotel room and when he didn't get an answer, he went to the bedroom. There was his latest obsession, sleeping like an angel. Eddie walked over quietly, his nose catching the scent of the pillow Steve had used, lying next to him. Eddie buried his face in it, his tongue coming out to lick whatever was left.

Then he turned his attention to Steve. He was lying on his side, blanket only covering him from the hips down. It must have been very purposeful, because Eddie was able to see something peeking out. He pulled the cover down a bit to see a little sticky note attached to his pelvis. There was a little message, with an arrow pointing downwards.

Play with me until I wake up

Eddie could have thrown his hands up in praise. But instead, he would partake in the communion Steve was giving him.

Steve woke up from his nap to someone kissing his neck and kneading his chest. He let out a soft sigh when one of his nipples was pinched. The spicy musk of aroused alpha filled his senses.

"Eddie~", he breathed out as a hand trailed down his torso.

"I see you kept it warm for me", Eddie murmured, letting his fingers slip between his folds.

Steve was still half asleep and it made everything move like syrup in his mind. It was like an amazing dream that he didn't want to wake from. He spread himself as best as he could on his side and that gave Eddie room to start slipping his fingers inside.

"Daddy....Daddy..."

"I've gotchu, baby." Eddie started nibbling at his shoulder. "Think you can take my knot like this?"

"Yes", Steve answered right away, the remnants of sleep knocked from him at the thought of being filled like that. "Yes", he repeated, hoping it would spur Eddie on.

It got the desired result because he felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against him. Steve pushed back and Eddie pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing it with something better. Eddie meant to go slow, let them take their time because they had time. But Steve rocked back and Eddie pressed his forehead to his shoulder as he slid inside.

"Mmmmfuck, feel so good baby. So perfect for me."

"Only the best-ah-for my alpha."

Eddie couldn't let him get away. Not when he drove him wild like this. Even when he was done with this town and onto the next, he had to take Steve with him.

"Need you with me, need your sweetness. You'll want for nothing, baby, I'll give you anything."

For a split second, Steve wondered if his pussy was really that good to make Eddie babble things like that but the next moment he was certain that Eddie's dick was really that good. As it thrust into him, making wet noises in the room, Steve wanted to follow it around the world. If Eddie wanted to take him to the Arctic, Steve would be there, ready to sit on his face.

It was just as good as before, then Steve felt that knot pop in and he saw stars. Eddie bit into his shoulder as he felt Steve milking his cock. All that was missing was the feeling of actually cumming inside of him. Eddie always wrapped it up, obsessed with Steve or not. Until such a time that Steve confessed that he wanted Eddie's seed coating his insides then-

"Hey, you remember how you said we're exclusive?", Steve asked through pants.

"Yeah?"

"I'm thinking..." He craned his neck to meet Eddie's gaze from behind him. "I'm thinking maybe that means you can go without the condom."

Eddie's dick twitched from inside Steve. This man would be the death of him.

Too spent to go out, Eddie ordered them room service and Steve spent the night there again. Back at home, Steve contemplated looking up Eddie's band and learning more about them. He debated simply because he didn't know how much of it would come up. Eddie was taking him to a party. Would he be expected to know their hits? Or how respected they were in the business? Or their rivals were if they had any?

Steve couldn't help but compare this to the life he'd left behind. Being told to smile prettily while the alphas talked business. Eddie probably wasn't expecting him to know much about anything. He'd bought him a nice suit and would have something pretty to show off for the evening. That was Steve's job.

He let out a sigh and opened up his laptop. He searched up 'corroded coffin' and strapped in for the evening.

Part 6

I realized that while i've been tagging the a/b/o stuff, I never really put up a warning for the daddy kink stuff but like...yall read the title LOL

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[starrgaziinggg]

by your side | lee minho x reader (3.5k words)

warning -> heavy topics. lots of sadness. a little angst. read at your own risk, it may break your heart.

Minho held flowers behind his back. Lillie’s, with baby’s breath and tulips, too. The florist had raised an eyebrow at the odd combination of flowers, but he had shrugged in return. They were your three favourites, after all.

You’d been distant for a while now. Not taking him up on the spontaneous adventures you were usually jumping at - hiking, road trips, going to the beach and always swimming in the sea even if it was freezing cold. Anything that helped pull you both astray from your mundane office jobs.

Minho didn’t know what he’d done. Not a clue. The only time you’d been this weird with him was when he forgot your third year anniversary. Forgot has to be used loosely, since him forgetting was only a ploy to surprise you with a hotel stay and a fancy dinner. And even then, you’d been in a huff for about three hours and gotten over it almost as quickly as you’d gotten into it.

This was different. He felt you physically pulling away from him. Hence, the early return of work and the bouquet of flowers.

He hesitates before opening the door of your shared apartment, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Balancing the flowers, he pulls out his phone to read the text.

Seungmin

Hope all goes well, lover boy

Let me know when she’s feeling better, she owes me a shopping spree

Minho chuckles inwardly at the younger boys text. He’s the whole reason he met you all those years ago - Seungmin’s friend from high school, his roommate during the first year of college. Until, that is, Minho became infatuated with you and stole you from him, as Seungmin would so lovingly put it.

He’d lied when Seungmin had asked him if everything’s okay. “She’s just feeling slightly under the weather,” he’d replied. He pockets his phone, takes a deep breath, and pushes open the door.

But you’re not there, sprawled out on the couch like you usually would be. No kdrama streaming, no snacks on the coffee table. In fact, the apartment looks desolate, until he sees you walking out of the bedroom.

With a suitcase. A fucking suitcase.

“I -,” Minho starts, hesitantly pulling the bouquet from behind his back. You look at him, tears brimming in your eyes, before looking at the window.

“This isn’t working out,” you rush, a stupid mess of words that stab Minho in the heart. “I’m going to stay at my parents for a bit. Please don’t contact me.”

Minho can’t find the words. There’s only a handful of times he’s been speechless, and this is one of them. It’s not working out? The four years you’d been together hadn’t worked out? What the fuck did that even mean, when all you’d shared together was the happiest memories of Minho’s life.

“What’s happening?” he asks, his voice small as the flowers fall to the ground. The confusion is evident in his tone, even more so when you don’t reply and start walking towards the door.

He blocks your path, taking your arms in his hands gently. “Please talk to me. Whatever it is, I can fix it, we can fix it. Just please, please don’t leave.”

You don’t look at him, eyes trained on the ground. “It can’t be fixed.”

He interrupts you, shaking his head furiously, the tears finding their way down his face. “It can! We can fix anything, yeah? Me and you, forever, that’s what we said.”

“I’m sorry,” is all you say, rushing past him and fleeing the apartment, slamming to door behind you and leaving Minho alone.

He’ll phone you in the morning when you’re calm, he decides. He will think of whatever could be the reason you’re leaving him, and he will do everything in his power to fix it.

He sobs into his hands for the remainder of the evening.

Felix is hitting the buttons of the controller furiously, a weak attempt at beating Seungmin and Jeongin at Mario kart. It was tradition, for the boys to come round to Minho’s and yours to play games on a Friday night. Minho had, for obvious reasons, attempted to cancel, but the boys had heard none of it.

“She’s probably just going through a phase,” Seungmin says absentmindedly, eyes not leaving the screen. “She once iced me out for five days because I ate her last ice cream.”

Minho huffs. “It’s been a week, Seung. A fucking week and she’s not responded to a single one of my calls or texts. I just want to talk to her, figure out what I’ve done wrong.”

He’s felt like a shell of himself the past week. Waking up in the morning without your touch on his skin is hell and he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

“Have you cheated?” Jeongin asks with a cheeky grin. Minho sends a pillow flying at his head. “Sorry! I was kidding, I know you’d never.”

“Maybe she just needs some space,” Felix offers. “You know what you’re both like, clung to each other constantly. But, saying that, I fucking miss her too.”

“And she still owes me that shopping spree,” Seungmin adds, which Minho rolls his eyes at.

“You mean she hasn’t been texting you guys either?” He asks, confused. Seungmin was your friend long before he was Minho’s, and you were just as close with Jeongin and Felix as him. Icing him out was one thing, but leaving your friends out of the loop? Absurd.

“Nope, and if she doesn’t respond in the next week I’ll be taking the two hour trip to her family home and cussing her out,” Seungmin says, which slightly brightens Minho’s mood. The guys don’t seem to think anything of this, so why should he? He knows you, and he knows you wouldn’t waste the last four years over nothing. You’ll come back to him. You had to.

On one particularly lonely night, Minho looks through the scrapbook you’d made after a road trip with the boys. It was spontaneous, a summer idea that started as a drunken conversation and ended with the five of you packing your bags and driving three hours to a cabin by the lake.

The boys had been restless, hitting each other in the back seat and fighting over who got aux. You’d calmed them down instantly, opting to play car games as Minho drove. When you arrived at the cabin, the first thing you did was go down to the lake and feed the ducks.

“How often do you think these little guys get fed?” You’d asked him, chucking the pricey store bought food towards them. Minho had chuckled, snapping pictures of you bent down by the river side.

“I’d say pretty often. Look how fat that one is!” He pointed with a laugh. You’d swatted at him.

“Don’t fat shame the duck, you bully,” you’d laughed, making sure every single duck had eaten before standing up. “Maybe we should have a barbecue tonight! The weathers amazing, and if we leave it to those three to choose we will be going into the local town to get takeout.”

Minho smiled, pulling you into his embrace and pecking you on the lips. “That sounds great. You and Felix could make bibimbap too?”

You’d clapped your hands, kissing him before breaking away and promptly declaring a race back to the cabin.

He smiles sadly at that photo, the one of you feeding the ducks, but can’t help but laugh at the one of him, Felix, Jeongin and Seungmin in very little clothing because Jeongin thought it would be an excellent idea to play strip poker.

There’s another one, of you on Minho’s back, sticking out your tongue as he held up a peace sign, with Seungmin fake gagging in the back. No matter how much the boys teased you, he knew they loved the two of you together. Jeongin had proclaimed you as the mum and dad of their friend group, often taking care of the younger boys.

And another on the next page, a picture of Felix, items stacked on top of his body as he slept on the sofa. You’d written, ‘this is why you don’t fall asleep first after drinking!’ In the scrapbook, and he traced your handwriting with his finger.

He just wanted you back.

When Seungmin arrived back from his trip to your family home, he goes straight to Minho’s, as instructed. Minho opens the door for him, hopeful and eager. But Seungmin’s face falls.

“She wasn’t there,” he says, moving past Minho to sit on the couch.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there?” Minho asks, his tone sharp, stressed, anxious.

“I mean, when I went to the door and asked to see her, her parents said she wasn’t in,” Seungmin answers. “Said she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, but I couldn’t stay and wait for her because I have work.”

There’s a million thoughts running through Minho’s mind. It had been two weeks now, with zero contact. He’d been despondent at work, caging himself up in his apartment that no longer smelled like you. And now Seungmin wasn’t even able to reach you.

“Do you think she’s met someone else?” He asks, barely a whisper, his worst fears making themselves known. Seungmin takes his hand, patting it.

“She wouldn’t do that to you, you know she wouldn’t,” he says assertively, which gives Minho an ounce of reassurance.

“I just want her to talk to me,” Minho sighs, shaking his head.

“Me too, Min. Me too.”

Minho (10 unopened messages)

Today

Felix

Hey Min

Hope you’re okay

I can come round later if you want

Jeongin

Bro

I hate seeing you like this

We’re gonna figure this out, yeah?

Message me back

Seungmin

I promise

I’ll get her back to you

It will be okay

You (126 unopened messages)

Today

Minho

It’s been exactly a month

Please come home to me

We can figure it out together

I love you my darling

Felix

I miss you so much

Please come back to us

Jeongin

Come on

Minho’s a mess without you

Me too

We need you

Seungmin

Get your ass back home

It’s been a fucking month

Why are you doing this do us?

Everyone misses you like death

Just come back

Minho’s walking home from work. It’s been a shit day, a disciplinary with his boss because of how distant he’s been, and all he wants to do is curl up in his bed and think about nothing.

That’s when he spots someone that looks all too familiar at the other end of the street.

It’s you. He knows it’s you walking down the street because he bought you that jacket and that beanie. And he definitely knows it’s you when he shouts your name and you turn around.

And then he’s running down the street like a madman, apologising every time he bumps into people in his attempt to catch up to you. He does so easily, which he finds strange, because you can run faster than him when you want to.

He’s out of breath when he reaches you, placing a hand on your arm as you whip round to face him.

You look tired. Pale and tired.

“Please don’t run away,” is the first thing he says, looking between your eyes as you stand there shell shocked. “Just come up to the apartment and we can talk.”

You reluctantly agree, and momentarily Minho is the happiest man in the world. Even if you didn’t want to be with him, he deserved an explanation.

The two of you walk silently to your old home, walking up the familiar stairs to your door. Minho unlocks it, closing it behind the two of you and taking a seat on the sofa, expecting you to do the same.

You don’t. You stand in front of him, fiddling with your fingers. It’s then he really takes in your appearance, and he can’t help but think you look worse than he does. Was this taking a bigger toll on you than him?

“Before…before we have this conversation,” you start, your voice small. “I need to know if you really want to hear this, because I think it’s better you don’t.”

He shakes his head. “Whatever it is, I want to know why you left me. I need to know. Don’t you think I deserve it?”

You sigh, nodding. Because Minho did deserve it, he deserved an explanation. You just didn’t want to tell him it.

“I’m ill,” you say, and Minho almost wants to laugh, because so what you’re ill? He doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll nurse you back to health.

“I’m terminally ill,” you continued, and that’s when Minho sees the tears brimming at your eyes. You pull off your beanie, and your hair is cut short. “I found out two months ago. I didn’t know what to do, but I -"

You hesitate, the tears falling from your eyes as you wipe them with the sleeves of your hoodie. “I don’t have long left. And I thought it would be better if -”

“You thought it would be better for me to not know?” Minho says angrily, the tears coming to him. You were sick. Terminally sick. And he hadn’t been able to see you for quite possibly the last month of your life. “You thought it would be better for me to sit here for a month worrying about you when I could have been by your side?”

“Minho, stop,” you cry, and he stops, because you asked him to. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I didn’t want anyone to. I thought if you hated me for leaving you it would be easier when I’m gone.”

Minho has a lump in his throat from your words. When you’re gone.

“Nothing you could ever do could make me hate you,” he says softly, taking your hand and sitting you down on the sofa beside him, because right know he was furious but he loved you more than anything in this world. “Nothing. I just can’t believe you thought…didn’t you know I’d be there for you? Through everything?”

“That’s the problem,” you sob, burying your face in his chest. “You would have had to drop everything to take care of me, and watch me deteriorate because of this fucking illness, and I couldn’t do that to you, or the boys. I don’t want your last memories of me to be ruined.”

He placed a hand on your head, smoothing down your hair and consoling you as you both cried. It seemed like hours, you just sat there sobbing.

“How long?” Minho asks in a voice so small.

“The doctors think another month at most,” you say. “Imagine finding out you have only months to live. I had no idea I was even ill, until I passed out at work and found out…found out I was. They found it too late.”

Minho shakes his head, angry at everything in this world, with tears in his eyes. Why you? Why the love of his life, why the girl who was kinder, smarter and braver than anyone he knew. What had you ever done to deserve this? And he wished it was him. He so, wholeheartedly, wished he could take all you pain and give it to himself.

“Can you promise me one thing,” he whispers, pulling you back gently so you can face him.

“What is it?” You ask, tired and lifeless. He does hate seeing you like this, he knows you were right, but he would take seeing you like this over not seeing you at all any day.

“You let me be by your side throughout the rest of your life. Everything. Every doctors appointment, anything - I want to be there. And you call those boys and get them to come here and we will do everything we can to make you live happily,” Minho says, so sure of himself that you can’t help but nod. You should have known your boyfriend would want nothing less in this world than to be by your side.

Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix are a mess when Minho and you sit them down to tell them the truth. They all sob uncontrollably, hugging you so gently, it’s as if they think you’ll fall apart.

True to his word, Minho does not leave your side for the next month, and the boys spend as much time with you as they possibly can. Some days are harder than others, but Minho holds himself together for your sake, not letting you see him falter once.

He takes you to the beach, letting you watch him jump around in the sea. He brings the boys over to watch movies instead of play games so that you’re not overwhelmed. And when your body starts shutting down, he reads to you in the hospital, all your favourite books.

You live as happily as you can with the boys who adore you for another month and a half. You pass away peacefully, in your sleep, with Minho holding your hand, your parents beside you, and Jeongin, Felix and Seungmin in the waiting room.

“I want to start by thanking you all for coming today,” Minho says, putting on a brave face. He looks around the room that’s brimming with people, too many they had to bring in extra chairs. It was an open funeral, for anyone who wanted to attend. Your work colleagues, college friends…people even Minho didn’t recognise in which your life impacted them. And Felix, Jeongin, Seungmin and your parents in the front row.

“My girlfriend…she will continue to be the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’d never see her without a smile. She could be a stubborn thing,” Minho starts, earning a sad laugh from the crowd. “But I think anyone here can agree she had a positive impact on everyone she met. Everyone. I remember the first time Seungmin introduced me to her, she saw past my somewhat cold demeanour instantly. She saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with her.”

“She has this aura, you see, which you can’t help but to be entranced with. She always puts others before herself. She didn’t even tell me she was ill, because she didn’t want me to be burdened with her. As if she could ever be a burden to me,” Minho shakes his head, a stray tear rolling down his face.

“So, I know she wouldn’t want us to be sad for her. She would want us to think of only the happy memories we have with her, because life is too short to dwell on the negatives. And I am so lucky to have so many amazing memories with her, so lucky.”

Your parents are smiling at Minho, tears in their eyes. Felix is sobbing, Jeongin trying to hold his tears back. Seungmin smiles sadly at Minho, nodding at him to continue.

“My love, I’m sorry that you didn’t have as long as I’d hoped for you. I’m sorry we couldn’t grow old together, with a house in the suburbs and the cats you’d dreamed of. I’m sorry that we couldn’t celebrate our four year anniversary together, because happy anniversary, by the way.”

A sad chuckle carries out through the crowd. People Minho doesn’t know are crying, shaking their heads at such a cruel fate.

“Maybe in another life, my love. Rest easy.”

Through the rest of the day, Minho receives hugs, apologies, and condolences. He’s told he carried himself well and his speech was beautiful. He thanks them kindly. When they bury you, he’s a mess, Seungmin by his side with Felix and Jeongin clinging to each other too. When everyone starts to disperse, your parents lay flowers on your grave, taking a couple minutes to say goodbye. When they’re finished, they ask the boys if they’d like to say a few words, standing to talk to Minho as they do so.

When they come back, tears staining their faces, Seungmin nods at Minho. He walks away from the crowd of people and sits beside your grave, placing his own bouquet beside the others. Lillies, babies breath and tulips.

“I don’t know how much more I can say without bawling my eyes out again,” Minho chuckles sadly. He can picture you laughing and shaking your head at him. “But I just wanted to thank you, for everything. All the happiness you brought to me. It’s going to be tough as fuck to move on in life without you, but I promise you, I will not waste it. See what you’ve done to me? I was such a cynical prick before I met you, and now here I am, promising to make the most of my life.”

Minho wipes at his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I never got the chance to do this, but fucking hell I wish I had. I hope there’s an alternate universe out there where I had.”

He pulls a box from his jacket pocket, opening it up and looking momentarily at the ring shining back at him.

“I’ll never forget you, my love,” he says, placing the box amongst the flowers.

He stands up then, walking back toward the boys and your parents. Seungmin hugs him, holding his arm as they walk away. Minho spends the rest of the day sharing stories and laughs with the people close to you, remembering your life with fondness and happiness you deserve. He would always hate the world for what it did to you, but he could never hate it for letting you be by his side, until your last moments.

Till death do us part, my love.

i cried writing this.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*JD's POV*

"Alright guys. I think we should split up. Check all the areas back here."

"Good idea JD."

"I'm gonna go check catering."

I pat his shoulder, walk past him and head to catering as I hear them discussing their plans. I pull out my phone to message my girlfriend.

JD: on my way babygirl! ❤️

Y/N: waiting on you! 😊

I smile, putting my phone back in my pocket, heading down the hallway to catering. I walk in, seeing she is the only one in the room, sitting on the table looking at her phone. I clear my throat as she looks up at me and smiles really big seeing me. She motions with her finger to come over to her, which I do because I am a big sucker for this woman. I put my hands on her thighs and she grabs my leather sleeveless jacket, pulling me in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as my hands slide up her thighs onto her hips and we start making out. We hear a slight noise and we break apart real quick looking around.

"Did you hear something?"

"I did. I'm gonna go before we get caught baby. I love you. I will see you back at the hotel."

"I love you too."

I give her one last kiss before I head out of catering to go find the rest of The Judgement Day.

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*later on in the show*

I am sitting on the couch, on my phone texting Y/N with Dom sitting next to me not paying attention and Rhea is sitting on the arm of the chair watching the TV for whatever match is on. My phone buzzes causing me to smile than frown seeing the message.

Y/N: we are screwed.

What does that mean? Before I can answer her, Damian and Finn walk in looking at us. Damian points to me looking pissed off and my eyes go wide.

"JD. Come here. Now."

I get up slowly coming over to him and Finn. Everyone crowds around us as Finn pulls out his phone.

"Finn has something to show to you and everyone. Than you got some explaining to do."

Finn plays the video and it is a video of me and Y/N making out in catering. I gulp as they all turn and look at me.

"What is that JD? Huh?"

Rhea gets in my face as I back away from them all staring at me. I say nothing, just look down at the ground.

"You were supposed to be finding Jey Uso with us but instead you run off to this little whore instead! I'm gonna take care of her."

Rhea storms out of the room as the others just continue to stare at me. I start to feel myself getting angry second after second. I push through them and storm out of the clubhouse.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on a production box backstage, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I look up seeing Rhea Ripley is walking towards me and she doesn't look like she is in a good mood. I go to get up but she pushes me back down on the box.

"What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to break up The Judgement Day?!"

She is standing infront of me so I can't get up. I look at her and cross my arms.

"I am not trying to break up your precious Judgement Day. Little Dom Dom seems to be doing that."

She takes a deep breath looking at me with a pissed off face. I smirk knowing I got under her skin with that comment.

"Just stay away from my boys. Got it?"

"That will be really hard for me to do though."

I smirk while saying that sarcastically.

"I mean it Y/N. Don't test me."

She walks away and I smirk knowing I pissed her off.

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*a week later*

"Hey Y/N. Why aren't you in the clubhouse?"

I look up to see Carlito walking over to me. I make a puzzled face at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You are part of Judgement Day, aren't you? Since you are dating JD, that should make you part of Judgement Day."

"You are right Carlito. Let's get to the clubhouse."

He puts his arm around my neck and we walk to the clubhouse laughing with each other. We get to the clubhouse and walk in seeing only Jordan is sitting on the couch. He stands up seeing me and Carlito. He runs over and wraps me into a hug.

"Baby. What are you doing here?"

I hug him back and he looks at me smiling.

"Carlito said since I'm dating you, that should make me a part of Judgement Day. So I came with him to the clubhouse."

"Rhea and Damian are gonna be pissed."

"Oh well! Let's play some video games!"

All three of us grab the controllers and start playing.

_________________________________________

*an hour later almost the start of Raw*

I am standing next to Carlito trying to mess him up as we play the wwe game. Jordan is behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, head on my shoulder, watching us. We don't hear the clubhouse door open and close.

"JD! Carlito! What is going on here?!"

Jordan let's go of me and Carlito pauses the game as we all turn around. Carlito holds up the controller smiling.

"Just playing a friendly game. Something wrong?"

I bite my bottom lip looking at Rhea and Damian standing before us. Rhea looks directly at me.

"I told this little whore to stay away from you guys."

"Hey. Don't call her a whore. That's my woman."

Jordan steps infront of me getting in Rhea's face. Rhea crosses her arms looking him straight in his face. I bite my lip harder watching Jordan stand up for me. Normally I do it myself but it is hot when he does it. I lean over Jordan's shoulder looking at Rhea.

"Carlito said since I'm dating JD, that I should be considered a member of The Judgement Day. So he showed me to the clubhouse."

"Carlito! Outside the clubhouse right now. We need to talk."

Carlito, Rhea and Damian walk out of the clubhouse leaving me and Jordan. He turns and looks down at me when I grab his face and kiss him hard. He kisses me back grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He pulls back looking into my eyes.

"If they say you can't be part of The Judgement Day, than I am leaving the group for you baby. I love you so much."

"I love you so much too Jordan."

Rhea comes back in with Damian and no Carlito. Rhea looks at me than at Damian crossing her arms than back at me again.

"We came to an agreement. You can hang out here in the clubhouse as long as you are dating JD. Just don't be all lovey dovey infront of us please."

"Thank you Rhea and Damian."

Damian smiles, pats Jordan on the shoulder than walks out of the clubhouse. Rhea shakes her head and walks out as well. Jordan grabs my face again and kisses me hard. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck. Carlito comes back into the room without us hearing him.

"Now that's cool."

[nycbaby21]

Luke Hughes Imagine

prompt: after a date stood you up Jack and Luke come to the rescue, one more than the other

word count: 2,981

I looked down at the time on my phone for what felt like the millionth time tonight and sighed. I hadn’t been on a date in a while and let someone from work try and set me up. I was gonna give him ten more minutes and then I was leaving, which is very gracious in my opinion seeing as he is fifty minutes late. The sad look on my waiter's face and the hushed whispers from fellow customers made me want to cry. I also could see them starting to clean the tables and I knew they would be closing soon. “Excuse could I get the check for my drink please,” I try to smile but I can’t help but let a couple of tears build up in my eyes. “Oh no sweetie. You are all good,” the kind older lady smiled and placed her hand on mine.

“Oh no really you don’t have to do that. Please let me pay,” I insist pulling out my wallet to pay. She gave me the look of a scolding grandmother and I sighed nodding my head. Her face quickly shifted back into the sweet one she had before. “Thank you,” I smile standing up and watching her walk away. I grab the salt shaker off the table and place the money I was gonna use under it as her tip. They gave me a small wave and warm smiles as I walked out into dreary New Jersey weather. The rain started just as I was getting to the restaurant and had only picked up more. I stood under the canopy and scrolled down my contacts til I got to Jacky Boy 🤩🥱🫡. 

The line rang and rang,” Hey Y/n. What’s up shouldn’t you be on your date?” I let out a loud sigh and tried to hold in my tears. I have known Jack for a little over a year now, I moved in down the hall from him and we made quick friends. I knew he would never judge me for crying, but I just felt so stupid crying over another to him. “Uhm yeah funny story,” I started and let out a sad laugh,” Does it count as a date if the other person didn’t show up?” I hear rustling in the background and him shushing someone. “He didn’t show,” he asks sympathy filling his voice. “Nope. I am standing outside of the restaurant crying like a loser in the rain. No text. No call. Nothing,” my voice started to break as my sentence got longer.

“What a fucking asshole,” he grumbles and I hear more movement and the sound of his keys. “Okay just stay where you are. We are on our way, okay, sit tight,” his words rushed out and I heard the faint start of his car. “Send Luke your location,” he told me. I put him on speaker and pulled up a text to the youngest Hughes. You started sharing your location with baby hughesy 🤭👶🏻🏒.”Okay, I just shared my location,” I say putting the phone back to my ear and pulling my jacket tighter around me. “Okay, we are on our way Y/n/n. Hold tight,” Jack says into the phone. We stayed on until I saw them pull up. 

I put my phone in my pocket, ran out of my shelter, and jumped into the backseat of the car. “Did you eat,” Jack turns around and takes a look at me. I shake my head no and he nods passing me his phone to order something. “Jack I’m fine really,” I say trying to hand it back to him. “Seriously Y/n. We haven’t eaten yet either. So just pick out something and Luke can do ours,” he says leaving no room for argument. I couldn’t help but tear up again, this time because of how thankful I am for them.

After getting back to the apartment building, I try and walk back to mine but Jack stops me. “No ma’am. You are not going to be all sad and alone,” he ushers me into their place. As we pass the hallway mirror I cringe at how bad I look. “I have makeup wipes in my bathroom,” he offers and I smile heading that way. After finally making myself look somewhat presentable, I head out into the living room taking a seat next to Luke on the couch. He looked over and gave me a small smile. Jack walked back in with plates for the food when his phone started ringing.

I grabbed it from his hoodie pocket because his hands were full. “Who’s Andie,” I ask handing him the phone back. He blushes and silences the call. “It’s the girl he likes from downstairs,” Luke explains while he passes a plate of food to me. “Why did you ignore it,” I ask sliding down to the floor and putting my plate on the coffee table. “I have company. It would be rude,” he says in a duh tone. “Since when have I been company,” I laugh poking fun at how I was always over here.

“I’ll just text her and reschedule,” he says dismissing it and flipping through to find a movie. I snatch the remote from him and make him look at me. He finally sighs and says,” We had plans tonight, but it’s okay really.” I give him the remote back pretending to be okay with it and when his guard is down I steal his phone and jump up behind the couch. “Y/n. Give me that back,” he whines jumping up and trying to reach me. Every move he makes I counter. I unlock his phone and push on her contact. When it started ringing I had it back to him,” there you go.” He goes to yell at me but he can’t because she answers him.

When Jack stands there all frozen Luke reaches up and grabs the phone. “Hey Andie, it’s Luke. Yeah. Uh-huh. Jack was in the shower getting ready for tonight when you called the first time. I know. Okay, I’ll tell him. Bye Andie,” he hangs up and puts the phone down on the table returning to his plate of food. “Well,” Jack looks at Luke waiting to hear the message. “Sorry, I was starving and had to eat a bite first. She said she’ll be up in like thirty minutes so you guys can go,” the younger brother says nonchalantly. Jack looked over to me where I had finally returned to my original spot on the floor. “I don’t have to go tonight. I can stay here with you. I don’t wanna leave you alone,” he says.

“What the hell am I? Chopped liver,” Luke asks raising his arms. Jack rolls his eyes at him and looks back at me. “I’ll be fine J. I have Lukey here with me. Plus with you gone we can finally watch that movie you complain about every time we go to put in on,” I say smiling up at him. He lets out a sound of agreement and puts his hand down to high-five me. “Okay if you are sure,” he says going to get ready. Luke starts up the movie and lets the title screenplay until Jack leaves. “Okay well, I guess I’ll see you guys later. Call me if you need anything okay,” he says leaning down and kissing the top of my head. “Will do. Now go. I love you,” I yell as he walks towards the door opening it to see Andie.” Just let me grab my keys okay,” he says letting her walk in.

“Hey Andie,” Luke waves still eating. “Hi, Luke,” she smiles walking into the living room. “You must be Y/n. The guys have told me tons about you,” she smiles at me. “Knowing these two I’d be scared to find out what they said,” I laugh. “All good things trust me. I can’t wait to get to know you better,” she says. “Me too. I have so many good Jack stories,” I laugh looking at him. “Yeah probably not,” he says ushering her towards the door. “I’ll call you,” she yells. Luke and I laugh and he starts the movie while we both finish eating. After finishing we take both of our plates to the kitchen and I plop down on the couch.

“Well make yourself comfortable Y/n/n,” he teased picking up my legs and putting them on his lap when he sat down. “I will thank you,” I nudge him with my foot. We stayed that way all throughout the movie. “I don’t know why J complains about this. I loved it,” I say sitting up. “Yeah and he calls me the baby,” he jokes. “They don’t actually see you as a baby,” I say standing up and stretching. “I don’t know,” he shrugs jokingly. “Well, I don’t see you as a baby,” I say heading towards the door. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go grab some clothes and get out of this dress.” I hear him stand up and I turn around. “You can borrow something of mine, well ours if you don’t wanna go all the way back. And Jack would kill me if you weren’t here when he got back,” he rambles off.

I start laughing and shaking my head. “Luke breathe. You can grab me something,” I say grabbing his arm and squeezing it as I walk past him. He stands there a second and then almost sprints to his room. I can’t help but smile at how sweet he was being. Luke has always been really nice to me ever since I met him. Jack and Quinn tease him all the time about having a crush on me. He always just rolls his eyes but his cheek flushes and the tips of his ears turn pink. “Okay, here you go. I got a shirt, sweatpants, and a sweatshirt just in case you are cold,” he smiles passing the clothes my way. “Thanks, Hughesy,” I head back to change and his room is closer so I just stop in there, Also the idea of Jack’s bedroom does kinda scare me.

I quickly change and as I go to leave a picture on his dresser stops me. Putting my dress down on his bed, I walk over and pick up the picture. It was of him, Jack, and I after his first New Jersey game. I had met him a handful of times when he came up with Ellen and Jim for games. I smiled at it and put it back where it was. I had no idea that picture even existed. I walked back into the living room and put my folded dress on the countertop. The second Luke sees me he laughs. “Stop laughing at me, you jerk,” I smile at him and hit his chest. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just how many times have those sweatpants been rolled up,” he looks down at the folded-over sweatpants. “It’s not my fault you are a giant,” I poke his arm. 

“Okay shortstop what are we watching next,” he looks over at me with a shit-eating grin. “I hate you,” I laugh taking the remote from him,” just for that we are watching a rom-com.” I pick my favorite one and hit play. “You don’t hate me,” he says not taking his eyes off the movie. “I don’t,” I ask faking confusion. “Nope. C’mon we both know I am your favorite Hughes,” he says wiggling his eyebrows. “Sorry Lukey. That spot is reserved for Mama Hughes,” I say and laugh at the face he makes. “I meant brother dummy,” he rolls his eyes. I turn to look over at him and notice his ears have already turned a light shade of pink. “I mean look at my choices,” I laugh and he does too,” but of course, you are my favorite dummy.” I mocked him back. He leaned over and bumped me with his shoulder. I smiled but chose to ignore him.

About halfway through the movie, I started zoning out and thinking. All of the guys I had dated recently sucked. None of them treated me anywhere near as good as the guys did and I’m not even with them. I started thinking about how Luke treated me. He always notices the small things, he constantly checks on me, and he always makes sure I am comfortable. He was everything I had written on my mental checklist for a guy. So why haven’t I ever thought of him like that?

“Whatcha thinking about,” he said bumping my shoulder again. I hummed and looked over at him. It was weird how I had looked at him so many times but this was the first time I truly noticed how attractive he was. “Nothing,” I say bumping his shoulder back with a smile. We both look back to the movie and I lean over and put my head on his shoulder. I feel him stiffen for a second and then he relaxes. Somewhere between that movie and the next one I fell asleep. I felt Luke shift slightly and felt a blanket being thrown over us. 

The flash of a camera wakes me up. I try and sit up but I notice Luke is resting his head on mine. “Dumbass, why didn’t you turn the flash off,” I see Andie hit Jack’s arm. “Sorry,” he smiled and we both rolled our eyes. “You two look awful comfy,” he teases. “Way better cuddle buddy than you,” I say leaning more into Luke. In his sleep, he shifts and his head falls to my shoulder. “Uh-huh. Does Y/n/n have a little crush on Lukey boy,” Jack jokes taking off his jacket and throwing it on a chair. I give him a look and just shrug my shoulders,” if I do?” He stops for a second and tries to see if I was joking, which I wasn’t. Tonight with Luke has been the most fun I have had in a long time.

“You aren’t messing with me are you,” he asks looking the most serious I had ever seen him. I can feel the heat on my face from the question and the sudden attention on me and I shake my head no. He looks at Andie and then back at Luke and me and he smiles. “No way! This is great. You can be my sister-in-law now,” he yells and Luke slowly sits up and looks around confused. Andie tries to cover her laugh but she fails terribly. My face was deep red because I hadn’t even told Luke and now Jack was screaming it to the whole state of New Jersey. “Who is your sister-in-law,” he asks voice still thick with sleep. “Oh, don’t you pretend with me, Lukey. Y/n already let it slip,” Jack walks over and gives him a fist bump.

After hearing my name Luke realized he was still laying on me and moved over some blushing. “Let what slip Jack,” he asked confused.  Jack looks over at me and his whole face drops. “You haven’t told him yet huh,” he asks quietly. “Nope,” I sigh refusing to look at anyone. “Tell me what,” Luke asks in a small nervous voice. “Well, I think Jack has said enough for the night. Goodnight guys,” Andie smiles at me and pushes Jack towards his room. “Ow,” he says after we hear a bump. “Good that’s what you get,” she laughs closing his door. “What haven’t you told me Y/n.” I finally look over at him and he has a sad face.

“Oh no it’s nothing bad Luke I swear,” I put my hand on his trying to comfort him. “Look if Jack made it weird with the whole sister-in-law shit I am sorry. I had this small crush on you and he likes to tease me,” he says shyly finally looking over at me. “Had,” I ask looking back at him. “What.” I scoot over a little closer and take a deep breath. “You said you had a small crush. Does that mean you don’t anymore,” I say hoping Jack and his teasing wasn’t off. “Yeah I had a small one when I first met you,” he said and my face dropped and I tried to scoot back,” but now I have a huge one.” I feel his hand grab mine and rub his thumb over it. “That’s good,” I smile.

He leans closer and asks,” Yeah? Why is that?” I shake my head with a smile. “Because maybe I have a crush on you,” I whisper back due to how close our faces are. His eyes flicker all around my face trying to find a sign to stop. When he didn’t he slowly leaned forward some more, our lips almost touching. “Is this okay,” he asks breath fanning all over my face. “No. I don’t think you are close enough,” I smile. “Well we can’t have that can we,” he says closing the distance between us. Kissing Luke made me feel more than I have ever felt kissing someone. “So glad that guy didn’t show up tonight,” he said referencing my flakey date earlier. I smiled and him and put my hands on his face,” What guy?” I pulled him back into me.

After a few more kisses we break apart and he moves me into his chest cuddling me. Everything was just so comfortable with Luke. “Man, I can’t believe I didn’t notice you sooner,” I say nuzzling deeper into his embrace. “Doesn’t matter, at least you noticed me now,” he says into my hair. “Who would have thought it? I always went after older guys when apparently I should have gone younger,” I laughed and he quickly joined in.

[wannawritefast]

Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

[daceydeath]

Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 8)

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.7 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Swearing, Explicit Activities, Alcohol

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

Managing to sneak into your shared apartment unnoticed you saw that both Seungmin and Jeongin's shoes were just abandoned in the entryway making you think they must have been at least more than tipsy when they got home the night before and from the lack of noise as you crept down the hallway it looked like they had not yet surfaced which helped you to relax and return to your room to quickly shower and change your clothes. By the time you had reemerged from your room and settled on the couch with a cup of coffee you could hear the sounds of bumping furniture and groans coming from one of the bedrooms which from the cursing that followed you recognized as Jeongin.

"Morning sunshine" you teased as his fluffy haired frowning face came around the corner into the kitchen, eyes scrunched up to protect him from the light.

"M’ning" he groaned, barely able to focus on you and he bumped straight into the cupboard he was trying to open to get a glass.

"How hard did you guys go last night?" you laughed silently getting up to help him get water and painkillers in his rather useless state “looks like it was a big one”.

"Seung and Minho had a drinking contest so he was fuuucked and I was playing beer pong and lost.... a lot" he smiled weakly taking the water and pills from you.

"I'll take some water and painkillers into Seung then and check he is still alive" you nodded knowing that they would have been so messy last night that they probably just passed out once they got into bed not noticing that you weren't home.

Taking a bottle of water into Seungmin's room you noticed he was still totally dressed from the night before and just laying on his front so you left the packet of tablets and the water on the bed side table and put your hand on his back to make sure he was in fact still breathing.

"Not dead, just wanna be" Seung's very croaky voice came from somewhere under his hood and bed head hair.

"Just checking, there's something to help" you smiled, patting his head and walking back out to the lounge room. Your phone chimed so you fished it out of your pocket to see who was texting you, only to hear more loud swearing from the kitchen as Jeongin spilled his coffee all over the counter and began wiping it up begrudgingly making you giggle again. Stepping around him you helped him pour another cup.

When can I see you again baby? I already miss you. 

You read the message and grinned at the butterflies that were now filling your stomach, and were starting to make you feel a little giddy. Felix always knew how to make you feel like a silly little school girl without any effort at all.

"What are you smiling at?" Jeongin asked, screwing his eyes up as he walked into the brighter side of the room clutching the coffee in his hands tightly.

"Just funny memes" you lied easily knowing he was too hungover to challenge you anyway.

"Oh you free tonight?" He blurted suddenly louder than you expected as the thought popped into his head.

"Yes.... why?" you blinked recovering from the jump scare he had just unintentionally delivered to your system.

"Dinner, all of us, tonight" he looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to remember all the facts he needed to tell you. "So like us, Chan, Changbin and Han, maybe the whore club at 8 but I forget where".

"I can do dinner but maybe give me Chan's number so I can text him for the details" you chuckled slightly at how much Jeongin was struggling to function "Then go back to bed Innie I'll order us food for lunch that you can eat when you wake up again".

"Thank you, you are the fucking best you know that? Plus hot you're also hot" he mumbled giving you his unlocked phone and shuffling back to his bedroom. You opened his contacts scrolling through until you found Chan's number then added it to your phone, also copying out Changbin's and Han's contacts in case Chan was in the same position that Innie was in.

“When did the agreement between you and Seung to tell me I look hot or cute or whatever happen?” you asked in confusion, after his retreating figure but he totally ignored you disappearing into the darkness of his room.

Are you and the guys coming to dinner tonight? 

You quickly texted to Felix before composing a text that didn't seem too random or confusing to Chan, in case he too was as under the weather as your two roommates. His reply came back pretty quickly giving you the details and being amazed that you had actually even spoken to either of your severely hungover friends.

The thing at Chan’s? Yeah we're going. We will have to sneak off so I can kiss you again baby

The images that your mind created of the two of you sneaking off had a flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck as you read Felix’s reply. You would have to make sure that if you could sneak away you would and then it hit you that if you snuck away with Felix it would essentially be lying to your friends and the guilt began to set in. Not telling either Seungmin or Jeongin was essentially lying by omission and that made you a terrible friend in your mind at least, friends don't willingly lie to their friends about things like this.

Going back into your room you started up on some homework that you knew you should have been getting done but had left for a few days. If you were going to use the too busy to come home because of schoolwork excuse you needed to get as far ahead as possible so it was believable. You knew the two small tests you had at the start of the semester were going to be easy you had been prepared for them before they were announced knowing that they were also only a mock partial exams helped too since you could, hopefully ace them, and make your parents think you were now back in the top position in each of your classes. You also knew you needed to finish the last draft of a major assignment so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the stress later. By the time lunch time rolled around and you were hungry the others still hadn’t ventured out of their rooms so you ordered as much fried chicken as you could knowing that they would be happy to eat it left over if they didn’t surface when they smelt it. 

You pulled out some clothes to wear for the dinner and put them on the end of your bed, you knew you didn’t need to dress up to go the Chan’s apartment so you just grabbed some jeans that were a little tight around your butt and a slightly cropped top to that it would look like you hadn’t made no effort but you weren’t hoping to impress anyone. The buzzer from the door camera let you know the chicken had arrived and you went down to get it hoping that you would feel less nervous about what would happen later that evening. As you had predicted Seungmin managed to surface as the smell of fresh hot fried chicken followed you up the hallway and Jeongin followed suit sitting down at the table while you got them a hangover cure each and yourself a juice.

“Fried chicken, top choice” Seungmin smiled, taking a drumstick and tearing into it like a starving caveman making you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Again the best” Jeongin agreed, picking up his own piece but not shoving it in his mouth quite as enthusiastically as Seungmin.

“I texted Chan and it's 8 o’clock tonight and their apartment” you informed both of them “I said you were both in but you can text him if you don’t want to go”.

You showered and started getting ready, your preplanned outfit and basic makeup to make you like nice but not too out of the ordinary, finally throwing Felix’s hoodie over your outfit so that you would be warm on the way there and also so you smell his scent without actually being close to him. If Seungmin or Jeongin noticed that it was a different hoodie they didn’t say anything but you did often wear super comfortable clothes which did annoy Jeongin at least to no end, so another large hoodie was nothing to take note of. Jeongin drove, having been sure that he was not going to have any alcohol left in his system and you sat in the back watching the buildings go by until you got to Chan’s. Knocking on his door, you waited with the boys watching the last of the colored traces of the day fade into the inky darkness of dusk, you suddenly realized that this must be what it was like to be normal, have a normal social life and a normal set of friends. It caused a small ache in your chest suddenly like you had missed out on something very important but it also gave you a rush of fondness for the two boys standing either side of you leaning on either the stair railing or the wall beside the door.

“Oh you two aren’t dead! Well done” Han laughed as he let you all in, listening to Seungmin grumble something under his breath as you slipped off your shoes “I’m glad you could make it tonight” He grinned at you turning his attention away from the others.

“Hi Han” you smiled back following him up the hallway to the lounge.

“The princess and her two trolls are here” Han announced as you turned into the kitchen waving to everyone else that was there. Changbin chuckled as whatever Jeongin called from down the hallway was muffled by the sounds of the six guys already milling about talking. Felix's eyes were already on you when you looked towards them, his lips turning up at the corners making you subconsciously bite your lower lip in response. 

“Pleased you actually got the message about tonight” Chan shook his head at the teasing that was already ramping up.

“Thanks for inviting me Chan” you replied, making your way around the kitchen to the other side of the island bench trying not to stare at Felix as you went.

“Hello kitten” Minho smirked as you sat yourself on one of the bar stools making you roll your eyes at him.

“Minho, you seem to be in pretty good shape considering you tried to kill Seung last night” you raised your eyebrows at him finally noticing the identical looks of mischief on both he and Hyunjin’s faces.

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much” he teased, easily making Feix’s jaw clench and you rub your temples in faux annoyance and Jeongin came and sat down next to you placing a drink in front of you.

“Ignore Captain fucks-a-lot” he sighed sticking his tongue out and Minho.

“Rude” Minho laughed playfully, punching Jeongin and going to grab a beer from the fridge.

“We're just getting pizza. Is that good for you?” Chan asked, drawing your attention away from the others.

“That’s perfect. As long as it doesn’t come with a side of anyone's psycho ex” you quipped making Han and Seungmin burst into laughter.

“Yeah I can assure you the place we get our pizzas from doesn’t have that” Chan beamed, seeming much happier that you were comfortable enough to be cracking jokes. 

“When are you coming out to party with us again?” Changbin asked loudly, his voice easily blocking out the others.

“Um, I don’t know” you shrugged “I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to babysit me” you pointedly looked and Seungmin then Jeongin.

“Hey! we have cause, Felix had to rescue you last time” Seungmin challenged playfully.

“Yeah then had to sit through accusations of having sexy eyes by Innie” you gestured with your thumb to the boy to your right.

“When did I say that?” Jeongin yelped, completely confused.

“While you were staring at the ceiling I think” you recounted “you slurred something about why the fuck was Felix in the apartment, something about me being off limits and no sexy eyes then Seung had to help you get to bed” 

“All of that is in fact true bro”Seungmin confirmed as more laughter filled the room.

“Well I don’t remember it so it didn’t happen” Jeongin sulked, pouting slightly. Chan ordered the pizzas on his phone and got everyone more drinks, turning on the TV to pass time until all the food arrived. You noticed how close Hyunjin and Minho were to Felix and how annoyed he seemed to be at them so you just kept your distance and subtly watched them trying to figure out what was up. Feeling a little warm with all the scrutiny you slipped Felix’s hoodie over your head laying it on your lap until you could put it somewhere safe, you didn’t notice the look that Felix gave you as your shirt rode up or the fact that all the others had seen slightly more of you than you had planned.

“So what are you doing this week? Want to come hang out with us?” Changbin asked, clearing his throat and breaking you away from another glance at Felix. 

“I’m back at work next week but you can always come by and hang out there if you come around my break” you looked from him to Han who were both sitting on the other lounge to you.

“Did those bitches get expelled too?” Felix interrupted, confusing just about everyone else.

“Yes, both of them did. You don’t have to worry Felix no one is throwing hot coffee on me” you sighed heavily frowning lightly.

“Hold the fuck up what?” Han spat his voice harsher than normal as he looked between you and Felix.

“Two of Nali’s friends had planned to throw coffee on me at work, they were reported to the police and they were part of the group expelled so it’s fine. It’s over now” You explained biting on the inside of your cheek.

“Well we will definitely drop by the cafe then so we can keep an eye out” Chagbin nodded, his tone turning serious and Han and Chan both looked concerned.

“That old guy at the convenience store was right. I do have far too many bodyguards” you groaned, a loud knocking on the front door indicating that the food had arrived and you were being saved from furthering the conversation about how Felix knew this and some of the others didn’t. Lining all the pizzas up in the kitchen you all grabbed plates and helped yourself going back into the lounge to eat Chan putting a movie on in the background to fill the silence of you all chewing.

“Forgot to mention princess” Hyunjin grinned slyly “You looked extra cute in that hoodie”.

“Um, thank you Hyunjin” you answered slowly, looking at him suspiciously, noting that Minho raised his eyebrows suggestively from where he sat next to him.

“I swear I’ve seen one like that before” Minho added Hyunjins smirk growing and Felix who was now sitting at the end of the lounge beside Han and Changbin narrowed his eyes deliberately making you catch on finally to where they were going with the compliments, your stomach dropping at the realization that they both knew, because of course they knew, they lived with Felix they would recognize his clothes and here you were wearing it in front of them like an idiot.

“I imagine because it isn’t the only one in existence” you shot back hoping to sound sarcastic not panicked.

“What are you two up to?” Seungmin snapped at them, making them dissolve into knowing chuckles.

“Fuckers” Felix muttered quietly gritting his teeth.

“Idiots” Han rolled his eyes “So what kind of hours do you actually work? Can we just come hang out?”

“Oh yeah you can come by and just stay for as long as you want” you grinned toothily happy for something to change the conversation “I’m on pretty much every afternoon for the next week so starting at 2 finishing at 7. So I guess we could grab dinner one night instead if that was easier for you guys too” you mused thinking as you pulled out your phone to check if anything else was on your schedule.

“Absolutely” Chan nodded “That sounds like a good idea for us all to hang out without too much organizing”.

“And Seung and I can keep an eye out for you” Jeongin added, looking at you seriously.

“I swear you are more protective than my dad” you grumbled playfully making both Seungmin and Jeongin flush with embarrassment.

You continued talking about stupid stuff all only partially concentrating on the movie that was still playing in the background and eating until you felt like you couldn’t eat anything else. It was just another standard superhero movie so the fight scenes and graphics were easy to get lost in. Excusing yourself to the bathroom you made your way up the stairs phone in your hand as it chimed with a text.

God you looked so good in my hoodie baby ;) Just want you all to myself

You couldn’t help the spark that shot through you at Felix’s words chewing your lip. You thought about how forward you wanted to be when you responded.

I like wearing your clothes Lix, I like feeling like I’m yours.

You took a huge breath before you pressed send hoping that he would respond to that in a good way and not think you were being too much of a tease, even though part of you knew he would never think that considering how much you had already made him wait to even touch you let alone kiss you.

Fuck baby are you trying to get me to kiss you? because that is exactly how you get that to happen saying things like that.

You swallowed hard, Felix probably looked totally indifferent as they all say around drinking beer and matching the movie while you were standing in the bathroom looking like a tomato had decided to replace your face. Holding your hands under the cold running water you pressed them to your cheeks to try to calm yourself down. A soft knock made you freeze on the spot.

“It's just me baby” Felix chuckled quietly, almost sensing your dilemma. Letting out the breath you were holding you opened the door for him to find him leaning against the door frame looking devilishly handsome. 

“Hi” you whispered as he stepped into the bathroom, instantly sliding his hands around your waist, his fingers brushing against your skin agonizingly slowly, before pulling you against his chest pausing to let you decide what happened next. Leaning into him you brushed your lips against his tentatively feeling him smile against your lips. 

“You are definitely going to be the death of me” he murmured, kissing you needily pulling a soft moan from you as his teeth tugged on your bottom lip. Pulling away from him gently you backed out of the bathroom hoping no one would be any the wiser leaving him to shut the door behind him.

“You know I will never understand why girls take so long in the bathroom” Hyunjin smirked as you finally returned to the lounge and slipped back into the seat you had been occupying.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because we have better hygiene” you quipped looking at Hyunjin expectantly only for the others to laugh and whatever comeback he had to die on his tongue. Felix returned a couple of minutes later going to the fridge to get another drink.

“So I heard through a couple of girls that you are claiming to have a girlfriend, Lix. What the fuck is with that?” Han asked mockingly, making the others all laugh.

“Really? Is that because they came to you after I turned them down” Felix smirked, one eyebrow raised challenging Han.

“Are you going through our sloppy seconds Hannie?” Minho jeered, laughing at Han’s shocked face.

“Hardly sloppy seconds if she got rejected, is it?” Seungmin asked, brow furrowed in faux confusion.

“Even worse she’s bad enough to get turned down by Lix and you can’t even get her” Hyunjin cackled, throwing his head back.

“Who said she turned me down? But that isn’t what I was asking” Han pushed leaning towards Felix as though he expected an answer.

“Wow I’m gone for 5 minutes and were being mysoginists and slut shaming nice one boys” you screwed your nose up in slight disgust.

“Slut shaming?” Changbin parroted looking at you for an answer.

“You know most women love being referred to as sloppy seconds. It really makes us feel loved and respected” you replied deadpaned crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry about that” Han sheepishly scratched the back of his neck apologetically.

“I don’t care where any of you stick your dicks, as long as they aren’t psychos, but can you not be so gross in front of me?” you asked with slight disgust in your voice.

“You are right, of course we will be respectful from now on,” Chan promised, genuinely making the others murmur apologies to you and dropping the subject all together for the moment. As the night continued on you yawned your head falling back against the back of the lounge with a soft thud.

“We should get you home” Jeongin interrupted, patting your shoulder lightly. Both he and Seungmin had decided not to drink, which you were thankful for because you didn’t really want to have to visit them in hospital with alcohol poisoning.

“I’m alright Innie, we can stay as long as you want” you smiled lolling your head towards him. “Besides it’s nice to be here and not be puking with stress that a random lunatic has caused" making him grin at you.

Seungmin pulled you to your feet, stopping you from collecting the last of the plates scattered around the room and walked you towards the kitchen with Jeongin behind you. You waved around Jeongin's shoulders before stepping into the hallway and getting your shoes to go home. It had been a really nice evening. You had fun hanging out with them and nothing bad had happened which you felt was a huge success considering your previous visit to Chan’s place. Watching the streetlights pass the car window, your drooping eyelids were interrupted by your phone chiming and Seungmin and Jeongin’s conversation from the front seats. 

Goodnight baby, I miss you already ;) 

You typed back knowing that Felix wouldn’t be able to avoid the questions the others had now that you were away from them but that he could talk his way out of just about anything you had seen him do just that before, throwing out something else that could be used to take the piss out of one of the others to avoid having to admit anything .

Goodnight Lix

“So do you reckon the girlfriend thing is a cover to try to keep himself out of trouble? Or do you think there is some poor girl he’s leading on because she’s not bright enough to know what he’s like?” Jeongin asked Seungim, turning his head to look at him, his face red from the brightness of the traffic light in front of you.

“I’d like to think it's the former to be honest. Hyunjin said he got chewed out by the university head after the stuff with Nali so using it as an excuse to keep other loons away is a good cover” Seungmin shrugged checking the traffic before turning. 

“There is a third option though but to be fair I don’t even want to entertain the idea” Jeongin sighed, checking the mirror on the back of his visor to look at you while you looked at your phone pretending to be oblivious to the conversation they were having.

“I thought of that too and I’ll be honest I don’t love the idea but we can do anything about it either way” Seungmin muttered still staring out at the traffic around you.

“I know but I worry” Jeongin sighed. “What if it turns out like last time?”. Silence filled the car and you figured the conversation must be over so you leaned against the car window shutting your eyes.

“It’s not the same situation, and Felix isn’t Hyunjin” Seungmin finally conceded, making you wonder what the hell they were talking about. You stayed in the position you were in until your phone chimed again making you frown as you opened the message.

Baby. I’m sorry Hyunjin recognized the hoodie and told Minho so they have figured it out. Well they think they have figured it out.

The feeling that bloomed in your stomach was not easy to identify, it wasn’t fear and it wasn’t worry it was something else, making you wonder did you actually care if people knew you were dating Felix? Was what was happening between you even dating?. You could tell from the way Seungmin and Jeongin spoke they were referring to you and Felix just now but they didn’t seem angry, they seemed concerned or even a little bit unwilling to accept that perhaps there was something between you. 

Your thoughts were jumbled, what if the revelation of you and Felix being together made people think that there had been some truth to what Nali has said about you? Or what if by some bizarre set of circumstances your parents found out and had you pulled from university? There was no way that you could imagine that they would realistically find out, no one from home knew what you were even studying let alone what your personal life was like and none of the guys would rat you out to parents they knew treated you badly. Remaining deep in thought you missed the following messages that he sent, not even realizing until you were in your room 20 minutes later.

They won’t tell the others if you’re scared of their reactions, baby. They wouldn’t hurt you like that.

I’m willing to tell everyone we’re together if that’s what you want.

I know this is new to you, I don’t want to push you baby.

Are you overthinking again? 

I’m guessing from the silence you are, I'll give you some time then.

Staring at the messages you weren't sure how to react. You had been on one date with Felix. You had kissed him a handful of times and you had shared a bed when you had gotten caught in the rain. But the futhest he had gotten with you was making out and he had even apologized about moving to fast when you had. But the fact that he had called you his girlfriend and told you repeatedly he was serious about you didn’t change thee fact that neither of you had actually discussed it, he had told you he had said it to make girls feel less hurt when he turned them down and when he said it to you it was always unserious.

Felix, am I your girlfriend? Is that what this is? Or are you still just saying that to let other girls down gently?

You washed up and changed into some pajamas so you were ready to go to bed while you waited for him to reply with anxiety gripping at your chest as you waited for the little dots to show he was typing.

Will you give me that chance? I only want you no one else matters to me just you.

Before you could answer Felix you needed to know why Seungmin and Jeongin were comparing you and Felix to their previous roommate and Hyunjin and why it was some kind of sticking point for them and since you weren’t sure if you would get the full story from them you knew you would need to ask some of the others or even Felix before you could make a decision.

A/N: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always your support means the world to me xx

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[theraspberr1es]

Cooking Up a Storm~Ch.2

MDNI-18+

Chapter 1----Chapter 2----Chapter 3

In a series of impulse decisions brought on by the cost of life, you decide to become a surrogate mother to one lucky couple.

CW- Alcohol Consumption

Unknown

- hey! This is Satoru!! Me and Sugu were thinking we could take you out before the first appointment!

- that is if your schedule allows the Sunday before at 3?

- :)

You stare at your phone as Shoko and Utahime argue over something in the background. The bar you guys are in is already loud enough, but the two women make it a bit more unbearable with their less than discreet flirting.

You ponder a bit too much as Utahime raises a brow to you, signaling Shoko to take a look at you.

“Hey mama.” Shoko calls out with her toothpick in the corner of her mouth, a useless soother instead of a cigarette. She’s been trying to stop since Utahime brought up how their apartment’s balcony ceiling was getting covered in tar. She's failing miserably at how often she's been "going to the bathroom" every so often.

Your eyes snap up to Shoko’s smug face. A sharp glare darts into her eyes, showing how over the mommy jokes you already are, no doubt it will only get worse when Hibara comes back from his vacation.

“Don’t call me that…” you huff out looking down at the text again, deciding how to respond. ‘I’m not even knocked up yet,’ you mutter under your breath as you look at your calendar, the date of the insemination already marked down, Shoko tried to convince you to call it “immaculate conception day,” joking that you’re the second coming of Mary. You should expect no less from a PK.

“Sho, knock it off,” the older woman inserts herself between you two. “She clearly looks like a girl with boy troubles, so lay off of it.” Utahime finishes her jab with a grin and giggle causing Shoko’s smile to tug higher.

“Oh shut up you two,” you respond halfhearted, too invested in the wording of your response. Shoko peers over the table full of bar food. A basket of uneaten fries sit in front of your phone, blocking their view of what has you so distracted.

Shoko yanks the basket to the side, you exclaim about how you weren’t done but Utahime pulls it to their side of the table, stealing a few.

“Let me see,” Shoko says darting her hand out to grab your phone, but you latch onto the bottom portion. A tug o war starts between you two Utahime watching entertained.

“Sho! Give me back my phone!”

“Not until you show us! I know it’s your baby daddies.”

“Shoko!” You squeal as you feel her foot land right in the middle of your crotch under the table. Her move makes you release the phone and leaves your free hands to push off her offending foot.

“You’re such a cheat!” You say leaning over the table to try and snatch your phone back. Shoko is already reading the text Gojo sent and Utahime leans over to see the screen.

“Oh, how romantic…” Utahime says rolling her eyes at how sickening sweet the thought of them taking you out.

“You should go.” Shoko says placing your phone down onto the table closer to you so you can take it back.

“That’s what I was going to do, but someone stopped me from forming my response.” You say glaring at the woman.

“Don’t blame me, you’re the one acting all weird.” Shoko says shrugging and taking a sip of her Long Island iced tea. Her black haired “friend,” if friends kiss and scissor each other at night, continues to chew on your stolen fries.

“I just don’t know how to respond,” you reason, looking back at the string of texts.

“Just say ‘okay’ or something, it’s not that complicated.” Utahime puts her two cents in while sipping on Shoko’s unfinished Long Island iced tea.

“But I don’t want to make a bad impression on them…” a pout finds a way onto your face. You slurp down your silly alcoholic drink, trying to take in as much as your body can before going cold turkey.

“Please, you’re hot, they should be scared.” Shoko rolls her eyes at how ridiculous you’re being.

“You don’t get it! They are models! Literal handsome on two legs…or four? Whatever! My point is that they have the potential to be on the cover of vogue! They beat the “one of them has to be ugly” allegations!” You monologue as the frustration reaches its peak.

Shoko’s eyebrow raises in question, especially with the difference between your preferences. Utahime scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief. “I’ll believe it till I see it.”

“Oh! Okay!” You say taking it as a challenge. You go straight to instagram, beating yourself over not thinking of doing this before.

You don’t find anything for Geto, but Gojo has good bunch of followers, it surprises you. The good thing is that there are photos of the both of them, most recently of them at their wedding, it looks so extravagant but not too much. You get a feeling of sadness out of not being there.

“Here you nay sayers!” You exclaim shoving your phone in their face. They both huddle together to see and Utahime’s eyes widen while Shoko hums.

“Yeah, see? I told you!” You say grinning and swiping through the carousel of photos on Gojo’s insta.

“They had a crepe bar? What the fuck?”

“Fuck, that charcuterie bar looks so good right now.”

“How rich are these fuckers?” Utahime asks taking your phone to look at Gojo’s page. It’s mostly full of photos of destinations and sights, but a picture of Geto will sneak in there every once in a while.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” You ask looking at the archived stories of them at some island destination.

“Yeah yeah, the real situation here is for you to squeeze every penny out of them.” Shoko says eyeing the pictures.

“I-I don’t think this is how things work Sho…” you say getting wrapped in how your relationship with them will flow.

“Leave me alone! I need to respond!” You huff out as you get to typing.

Gojo Satoru

-‘Hi! I would love to go to lunch with you guys! Where were you thinking of?’

“Oh god, I sent it.” You say dropping your phone on the table. “I sent it, I sent it, I sent it,” you bring your hands to cover your face, too scared to even glance at the text.

“Get over yourself, they’re just guys,” Utahime says rolling her eyes and looking down at your phone, a typing bubble appears as she speaks.

Your phone buzzes and your eyes snap down to the text.

Gojo Satoru

- great!

- We were thinking of that restaurant on 12th downtown

- Don’t remember what it’s called lol

- You: oh, okay! I don’t think I’ve been there before.

- Don’t worry, we’ll pick you up! Just send me ur address! :p

- You: Will do!

Shoko stares at you, observing your reactions. Your stupid smile makes her smile as well from how dopey you look. In a split second your smile drops in realization.

“I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!”

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Chapter 1----Chapter 2----Chapter 3

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P.S.

I wrote these two chapters on a plane, so if it seems kinda flighty, u know why. c:

[junhanndee]

glasses / junhan <3

when your boyfriend decides to look just a little too good with his glasses on :)

bf! junhan x gn! reader

warnings : smutty smut, riding (not rlly detailed! can go for afab or amab!) , oral, subby junhan, kisses (i think that is all help)

waking up to your phone ringing, you realized that you had dozed off while waiting on junhan to finish up in the studio.

you sigh and roll over to pick up your phone and answer it

“hey love, are you okay?” junhan says through the phone as you hadn’t answered his last couple of texts telling you he was going to need to spend some more time in the studio.

“oh shit i’m sorry, i totally dozed off” you said while giggling and pushing yourself off the bed.

“it’s okay! i just wanted to make sure! do you wanna come to the studio? you can always rest here and just hang out with me” he says enthusiastically, knowing you would never turn down a late night studio hang out.

“yes yes i’ll be there! let me grab my stuff and i’ll head that way”

and with a ‘okay be safe and text me when you’re here’ from junhan you made your way to the studio.

on the way there you were still half dozed and honestly ready to go back to sleep but you mustered up the energy to go see him so you tried to keep that same energy going throughout the way there.

upon arrival and shooting a ‘ok i’m here be up in a sec’ text you started to head up to his studio.

when you opened the door your jaw could have dropped.

there sat junhan, white band tee, grey sweatpants, messy hair, and his white glasses.

you stood there for a second before junhan brought you back to reality.

“hey!! you made it” he said while getting up to embrace you in a hug

“well i am here, right?” you said jokingly as you went to sit on the couch next to his chair where he had been or practicing for hours.

“if you want to take a nap, you can! i’m just going through some stuff on my computer and marking in notes for a song so i won’t be too loud for a little bit” he said while grabbing the little blanket he kept for you under his table.

the offer was definitely inviting but after seeing him like that, you had something else in mind.

“ahh i’m wide awake now…..” you said while stretching your arms out and standing up.

he looked up at you and you could have swore your heart skipped a beat. he looked so good sitting there with the dim light of his studio reflecting in his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“i have an idea” you say while walking over to him as he spins his chair around to put his hands on either side of your waist

“and what would that be?” he asked while continuing to look up at you

straddling him, his eyes went wide.

“ahhh baby you know i would love to but i really have things to do” he whined out but his actions said different as his hands were already under your shirt and rubbing up and down your waist.

“mmm you just look so good” you mutter out while grabbing for his face to rest gently in both of your hands.

“me?” he asks, stupidly really but he seemed so genuine.

“of course you!” you said barely above a whisper now that your faces were only inches apart.

you lean in to kiss him, soft at first but within seconds you begin to make out with him.

he started to let out little whimpers and hushed moans as you began to run your fingers all through his hair and on his shoulders.

“are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you ask while slightly tilting his head up to look at you.

“mmm i’m your good boy” he said while begging to pepper little kisses up and down your neck.

you reached down to his crotch to feel his hardening bulge.

his cheeks were already flushed as you began to palm him through his sweats before reaching into his underwear to pull out his now hard cock.

he let out a little whimper and you couldn’t do anything but giggle at how cute he looked in that moment.

his fluffy hair now making a statement in front of his eyes and his flushed cheeks mixed with his puffy lips from kissing all over you.

you slid your shorts over just in the slightest so you could align yourself with him.

he gulped when you began to sit down a little further on him to let him bottom out before you started to move.

he was so needy for you. just minutes ago going on about how he needed to finish his work and he had stuff to do. now, whining at every touch you give him.

once he bottoms out in you he rests his hands on your hips and leans back just slightly to watch the view he had right in front of him.

as you rode him, his whines and movements became more frantic as you could tell he was getting closer and closer.

“mm is my baby close?” you ask while leaning in to press a kiss to his neck.

“i’m so close please” he says while slightly bucking his hips into yours

“mmm have you been good enough?” you ask him as he watches you begin to get off of him.

“yes please i’ve been so good for you, only you please” he begs as he sees you fall to your knees in front of him

grabbing both sides of the chair you scoot him closer to you.

you look up at him and grab his now sensitive cock. he looked so cute. all fucked out that he could barely form a sentence besides a couple of pleases and begs.

you began to stroke him, painfully slow as you watched him buck up into your hand.

his head rolled back and his now fogged glasses that sat just below his nose bridge now.

“you’ve been a good boy, now cum for me okay?” you say while wrapping your lips around his tip and bringing him into the back of your throat.

“please i’m gonna oh please” was all he could say as you continued to bob your head up and down his length.

“cum for me” you said and with a couple more thrusts of your hand he came.

strings of his cum hitting your face, and the floor. he just looked too. good.

his now all fogged glasses, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead, and his red cheeks all because of you.

you stood back up helping him clean himself after sliding your shorts back over to the side.

you let your back hit the couch as he spun his chair around to look at you.

“you should wear your glasses more yk?” you say while giggling at his slightly embarrassed face.

“okay it’s a deal, but now, it’s your turn.”

a/n : it’s 1am and hopefully this is 😭 okay! i might come back to it and rewrite something’s longer but my eyes are droopy!!!

- if you liked this don’t forget to leave a like or reblog if you want!

- ask box is always open and i always welcome new anons! 🩷

[bella-goths-wife]

“He’s a fuckboy”

Spiderverse x reader

Content: you show Gwen the hard truth about the boy she’s ‘dating’

“He’s so sweet” Gwen gushes uncharacteristically as she looks down at her phone “he just text me!”

Gwen sat with pav, Hobie and miles in the cafeteria. It was originally meant to be a calm lunch but it all changed when gwen mentioned that she was in the talking stage with a cute boy, news that made miles mood sour.

You were perched at your own table close to theirs with a book in your hand as you read while you ate. Reading became increasingly hard to do when loud voices carried over to your table.

Hobie had already tried to get you to sit with them but you waved him away with the claim that you liked to eat alone, that didn’t stop him from eyeing you every chance he got.

“Do you have any photos together?” Pav asked excitedly at the prospect of his friend getting a boyfriend

“No not yet” Gwen says as she shows pav solo pictures of the boy in question “he said he’s camera shy”

“But he has all these photos of himself?” Miles said questioningly before receiving a swift kick under the table from Hobie

He looks confused before realisation hits him and all three of the boys exchange looks of sympathy.

“What?” Gwen says worriedly “do you not like him?”

“N-no I’m sure he’s great” pav stutters out “tell us more”

“He’s super close with his friends, he spends all his time with his friend Yasmin” Gwen says obliviously as all three boys wince slightly

“Are you sure he’s right for you?” Hobie asks tactfully as Gwen looks at him in confusion

“Yes” she says quickly “why?”

“We just don’t know if he’s compatible-“ pav goes to say but it cut off by you

“They’re trying to tell you he’s a fuckboy” you interject as you get up to put your tray in the cleaning section

The table sits around startled, Hobie wants to grin but knows it’s not exactly appropriate. Gwen looks shocked as she gets up to follow you and the boys rush after her.

“He’s not a…. Fuckboy” Gwen says defensively as she stomps after you

“Sure” you scoff out as you put your tray down and you walk back to your table to collect your book.

“You don’t even know what your talking about” gwen scoffs out as she looks you up and down

You just sigh as you stop in your tracks. You turn around and cross you arms over your chest while staring in Gwen’s eyes

“Let me guess, he calls you baby or generic nicknames all the time?” You ask with a raised brow and gwen nods “that’s because he doesn’t want to mix up your name with his other girls”

“That’s not true” gwen insisted

“Okay then, does he post you on social media?” You ask as you turn around again to pick up your book “do you have any photos together at all?”

“Well no, but that’s because he wants to keep us private” Gwen defends

“Private doesn’t mean secret” you state calmly “he’s keeping you secret so his main girls don’t find out about you”

“Your just making stuff up” Gwen denies your accusations

“Does he hide his phone when someone calls or texts him around you?” You ask and it’s like a nail in the coffin, Gwen nods slowly “face it, he’s a fuckboy”

“You don’t know what your talking about” she says angrily as she types coordinates into her watch “I’ll go talk to him now, to prove you wrong”

“Be my guest” you say calmly as I wait for her to go through the portal

She scoffs as she goes through and the portal disappears. The boys all look at you slacked jawed as you raise your eyebrow at them

“You could have worded it nice y/n” pavitr says nervously but you just shrug

“Truth hurts” you state as you walk away and leave the chaos behind so you could finally read your book in peace

———————————————————————-

You sat cross legged on your bed as you read your book carefully until your peace was interrupted by desperate knocking on your door

You sigh and get up. When you open the door your greeted by gwens tear stricken face as tears fell from her cheeks and her eyes were red

You looked her for a moment before opening the door wider in a silent invitation in. Gwen takes this with a cry as she hooks her arms around you neck and you stand awkward during the one sided hug.

You guide Gwen to the bed and set her down against the headboard. You offer her some tissues and she accepts them gratefully

“How did you know he was a fuckboy?” Gwen asks in a small voice, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded the two of you

“I’ve dealt with way too many of them” i scoff out “I know the sighs”

“I feel stupid” she says as she puts her head in her hands in embarrassment

“Don’t” you try to say gently but it comes out as more of a command “he’s the stupid one, he missed out on you”

Gwen smiles slightly at you as her eyes look at you in admiration and her chest fills with the warmth of adoration

“Your not as mean as you look y’know” she says before realising and backtracking “I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine” you cut her off with a reassuring tone “I know I look mean, I like looking mean”

Gwen goes to question you further but you turn away and pull out the remote for the tv

“Would watching weird rom-coms from the nighties help you?” You ask with a grimace as it sounds like hell for you

“Yes please” Gwen sighs out in relief as she gets comfortable on your bed

You nod as you search for a movie that your friend would enjoy and would make her feel better.

It’s only when Gwen watches you try your best to comfort you, does she realise that she misjudged you severely. You may look mean but secretly your a sweet person.

She feels at home as she watches some cheesy movie with you and she feels herself drift off to sleep feeling safe in the first time in month.

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City Boy

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Yellowstone (show) is brought into this and is in Texas not Montana

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| Nate's POV |

"I don't see why we have to drive 30 minutes to a bar when there's 100 in Dallas" I asked Chris "I've been there before it's a nice Texas bar" "oh yeah cuz we're fucking cowboys" he laughed killshot too . We walked in loud country music playing, We sat on the Bar I saw two girls one with blonde hair and a long pink flower dress on the other with a cowboy hat and a short yellow short sundress. Beautiful girl in a sun dress. They stood around a table with a few cowboys, the girl in the yellow grabbed the hand of the man in black with the blondes arm around when the upbeat song started.

"take a picture already" Kill said "shut up" I hit his shoulder the bartender put beers in front of us "the one in the pinks taken so be careful" she said. The girl came to the bar next to us "Y/n!" she turned to the older guy "get me one too" Y/n nodded "two coronas please Sydi" she smiled.

| Y/n's POV |

I stood right next to him, he looked me up and down..again. I was not mad at it at all, he was hot and not from here so it was perfect. "for all you two step ladies make it to the dance floor" the DJ said I grabbed my sister Beth's hand "nope" "yes" I laughed and pulled her to the floor. That's Texas By Cody Johnson started playing, Teeter and Laramie joined. "that guy ever gonna stop looking at you?" Beth asked as we danced "he doesn't have to have you seen him?" she smiled.

I went up to the bar again "another please" I smiled "could you put that on my tab?" the guy asked Sydi who nodded with a smile "thank you city boy!" I smiled at him "that a good thing or a bad thing?" "well for a lot its a bad thing but for you it's good" "why's that?" "you don't look very spoiled" he chuckled "definitely not" "what part?" "Stockton" I nod "I moved cattle up by there" "so you're a rancher?" I nod "so so I guess I do more of the professional side..what do you do?" "I'm a MMA fighter, in Dallas for a fight" "I like that," I chuckled taking a sip he gave a wide smile "oh I'm Y/n sorry" I stuck a hand out "Nate" he shook my hand "and who are those two guys looking at us" I pointed he turned and laughed "could say the same about those two tables" I sighed and looked back Ryan waved and raised his brows.

"kill shot and Chris" Nate said "nice to meet y'all" I smiled they nodded. "Rip my sister Beth, Ryan," I went through the list of people "Nate, Chris and killshot" "what are y'all doing here?" Rip asked "a fight" "a fight huh?" He took a sip of his beer Nate nodded "I'm a MMA fighter we all are, me and Chris have a boxing match" "how old are you?" I shook my head"okay he's my brother in law too you don't have to-" "I'm 38" Nate smiled.

"oh baby I love this song" Beth said grabbing Rip "you wanna dance?" I asked he nodded grabbing my hand taking me to the floor. He spins me making me laugh I took his baseball hat off and put it on my head putting my cowgirl hat on him "that looks cute on you" he smiled "that so?" I nodded "you look pretty cute too" I laughed. "you should try that mechanical bull!" I said he shook his head "come on it's easy" I added pulling his arm "you go first then" I rolled my eyes 'what?!" he chuckled "you just want to watch me 'ride' it" he shrugged "maybe" "fine" I smiled taking me boots off.

"g-on n s'how 'em" Teeter said I laughed as I hopped on the bull, I held my hat as it started moving "your tits look great!" a guy I didn't know at all before my brother in law could get to him Nate did punching him straight in the face "shit I said under my breath as a fight started through the whole bar. The bull turned off I hopped off finding Nate grabbing his hand pulling him out of the bar quick "give me your phone quick" he unlocked it and handing it to me I gave my number "Y/N! get in the truck!" Jimmy yelled "text me! bye City boy" I handed him his phone and kissed his cheek before walking away "bye Cowgirl" I smiled as I waved back.

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you have Kiyoko and Tanaka to blame for your boyfriend Kenma's raging baby fever part one

pairing. dilf!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.2k

genre and warnings. domestic fluff, literally tooth rotting fluff, family fluff, established relationship, parenthood, family fluff, mentions of pregnancy, kenma with baby fever, tanaka and his devil daughter, suggestive ending, NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Ah, ah! No, spit it out, booger!" Tanaka demands, snatching his daughter Nami into his arms. 

Taking the object she was chewing out of her hands after seeing her pick it up off the ground and place it in her mouth. The toddler writhes in his arms and even snarls as if she were a barbaric monster in resistance to being picked up.

After giving their episode a casual glance, Kiyoko went back to eating unbothered by her husband's and daughter's usual behavior. "And for that reason, Kenma, you shouldn't play zombie video games with a three-year-old."  

When the toddler was last at Kenma's house, he let her stay up way past her bedtime so he and Harue could play a few rounds of their favorite first-person shooter game before bed. 

Kenma stiffened guilty at the jab, realizing that he might have had some minor impact on the toddler's behavior from that time.

For Kenma, it had simply become normal for him to assume that all kids were like his son and had become desensitized to the violent video games they were playing together.

You replied, looking at Kiyoko and grinning, "I had to persuade this man that GTA wasn't a kid's game." Kenma visibly winced as he thought back to the lengthy conversation he had to have with Harue after the boy had been found in the virtual strip club receiving a lap dance.

"You're supposed to be on my side," he groaned, head leaning into your shoulder. Muttering under his breath about how at least Harue knew when to give a good tip.

It was the first week of spring, so it wasn't too hot to stay inside and whine about the air conditioning, and it wasn't too cold that you needed to put on a jacket to keep yourself from shivering. 

You eagerly agreed when Kiyoko texted that you should leave the house for the day for a small hangout at the local park to get some fresh air (mostly so she wouldn't strangle Tanaka).

The boys need some much-needed sunshine, always glued to their screens inside, so you had to pry them away from their video games and drag them to the park in a bribe that you would spend the night the entire weekend and hang out with them. 

Harue made use of his time at the park after taking Harue's away his switch and releasing him into the wild. You watched with a smile as he had already gathered a group of friends to run around with at the park.

Kenma was not so lucky at finding entertainment, not knowing how to make many conversations with Tanaka as the two men had drastically different hobbies outside of work. 

So he did what he did best: glued himself to your side the entire time, watching the children play while remaining utterly silent and with a bored expression on his face, but it was clear that he was simply just lost in thought.

You choose to ignore him and shift your attention to Kiyoko, who was leaning against the picnic table holding a sizable red Tupperware bowl and a plastic fork. You had no idea what bizarre food combinations she was eating this morning.

She would often talk to you about the strange cravings she had developed after learning she had gotten pregnant. 

To the point where you were almost starting to worry about the facetime calls, you would get from her scarfing down whatever she could grab in her kitchen or order from her phone.

"Hey lady, how are you feeling?"

She answers with a sigh."So fucking pregnant but mostly just hungry," 

"Well, you are eating for three now. Gotta feed those two little devil babies in ya." You light-heartedly tease.

Kiyoko hums, rubbing the front of her big belly. "Don’t speak badly of them too much, I'm convinced they smell fear." 

★  .  .  .    !

Once you've made it back to Kenma's penthouse, the rest of the day goes on as usual.

You took up your usual spot in the living room and made use of the 85-inch flat screen to catch up on a Netflix show you've decided to binge, the two boys immediately dispersed back to their respective rooms like addicts going back to playing their games.

It was a nice comforting moment alone that you would have until the boys got tired of staring at their computer screens and both scrambled into your personal space to watch the show without much complaint.

While Kenma occupied the other side of you and curled up in your chest, Harue was sprawled out against the couch, his head resting against your thigh. Both boys were the world's clingiest cuddle bugs, convinced they were the same person split into two.

After giving a small grunt and picking Harue up into his arms, Kenma shuffled his feet against the floor and left the room to tuck the child into the comfort of his bed. He returned, slouching back into his place, as you had to hold back your yawn letting him snuggle into you, his head resting against your chest. 

He makes a humming sound that almost sounds like he has been holding back on speaking. Over the volume of the show, you hardly hear it. He finally hesitates before asking, "Have you ever thought about having a baby?"

Your brows had actually raised in surprise as you looked down at him after the question. You only needed to notice the slight gleam in his eyes to know everything. 

Kenma considered wanting a second child, let alone having one with you. You gently answer back, "Oh, uh, I mean kinda," being careful not to answer wrongfully.

Kenma looks away from you while he plays with the sweatshirt's hem strings. "Kind of?" he repeats again in the hopes that you will clarify.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind it," you sighed, losing all interest in the show. "It's just, I don't know, I prefer the whole tradition thing; getting married for love and then planting roots and starting a big family, you know."

"I could propose to you," Kenma admitted, his face glowing with excitement at the prospect of being married to you. "And then maybe you could move in. I’m sure Harue would love it—"

"Woah, Kenma, slow down," you interrupted, pushing away to give him enough space to sit up as you took his hand. "How about we just take it one step at a time, okay? First, I’ll move in, and then maybe much later we could have the marriage talk alright?"

Kenma smiles softly, interlacing your fingers with his as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckle. "Okay, sorry, of course, we can take it slow,"  he agrees with a nod. 

"Also, do you realize how much harder it would be to have two kids running around?" you input, snatching your hand away to push at his chest. "I just had to teach you how to do your own laundry last week."

"In case you’ve forgotten, I raised Harue all on my own," Kenma pouts, pushing you back. "And he is a perfectly normal four-year-old," he adds lastly.

"Yeah, I know you did an amazing job, and I am very proud of you for that," Kenma's eyes darken with a glint, the compliment going straight to his dick as he tilts his head to the side, glancing at your lips before smiling at you.

You groaned, head leaning forward into his chest, taking a minute to juggle the pros and cons before muttering.

"Okay fine, but you better get me a pretty fucking ring."

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new light: sweet nothing

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summary: rafe loves life with you in california, even when the new social scene reminds him a little too much of home.

warnings: alcohol, swearing, men being gross

a/n: let’s pretend i posted this six days ago! kisses thanks for sticking around

The ocean was a lot colder in California.

Even so, Rafe found himself surfing in it every other morning—probably more often than he ever did at home. Well, in his hometown; the place he grew up.

Because this was his home now.

Once he’s back at the townhouse—modest, compared to the little house you’d had in the Outer Banks together, but it had an extra bedroom and a grassy area, shared with the four others it was connected to, which was plenty of space for Captain to run around in—Rafe hangs his sandy, damp wetsuit over the back of one of your deck chairs before he slips in through the back door.

The clock on the oven tells him he still has about an hour and a half to get himself sorted before work, so he isn’t surprised to find you still in bed when he makes it upstairs and into the room. You’re awake though, already tapping on your phone while Captain swishes his tail on the bed beside you at Rafe’s entrance. Rafe was up first today, so he let Captain out and fed him already, but the dog wasted no time jumping back into bed with you while he watched Rafe pack up his stuff to hit the beach earlier.

“There you are, beach bum,” you say, voice slow and syrupy sweet, unused thus far. Rafe feels himself smile, leaning over you carefully to press a kiss to your head without dripping water or getting sand on you or the sheets.

“Mornin’, baby girl,” he says, tilting your face up for a real kiss.

“How were the waves?” you ask, sitting up in bed, stretching your arms over your head.

“Perfect,” Rafe sighs, looking you over intently; sleep in the corner of your eyes and hair mussed. If he wasn’t damp and still covered in sand, it’d probably be impossible to keep himself from crawling back in next to you. “What were you looking at?”

“Mm,” you sigh, moving your phone to the bedside table. “Text from Agnes. They’re throwing a Halloween party.”

“Oh yeah? Are we invited?” Rafe asks, walking off into the bathroom. You push out from under the covers to follow him, nodding your head with a yawn.

“Yep,” you confirm, hip-checking him as you come to the slink in the bathroom. “She even said we can bring Captain when I told her he’s part of our costume. Plus, the boys love him.”

“I honestly think,” Rafe says reaching behind him to start the shower, “that they let us bring Captain over so much so they don’t actually have to get their kids a dog.”

“That’s a fair assessment,” you yawn again, leaning to wet your face in the sink. Rafe strips his board shorts and tosses them in the corner to be dealt with later.

“So do you wanna go?” he asks, hopping in the shower after deciding the water was warm enough.

“Could be fun, if you wanted to go,” you say, voice raised as to be heard over the spray of the shower.

“I wanna go if you wanna go,” Rafe says, peeking his head out of the shower. “Why the hesitation?”

You shrug, putting your hands on your hips after patting in some skincare. “I dunno. It might be boring—all of their parent friends? We could always just hang here and hand out candy. And I know Wren and Delilah are getting a group together.”

“If you want to, sweetheart,” he says. “But it might be fun. Any idea what they’re dressing the boys up as?”

You smile lightly, putting toothpaste on your toothbrush, while Rafe is staring at you in the mirror still.

“Agnes told me she wanted them to be wholesome this year. Role models that they can aspire to,” you explain, looking up and into the mirror with the ghost of a grin on your lips.

“And?”

“Barron decided to be a mad scientist,” you say. Rafe’s grin matches yours, and he shakes his head. “And Beckham is going as a PJ Mask. The blue one.”

“Well, she tried,” Rafe says, leaning back under the spray. “C’mon, you know you wanna see them all dressed up before they go trick-or-treating.”

“Yeah,” you say, and Rafe can see you stepping over through the opaque material of the shower door. “You’re probably right.”

“You hopping in?” Rafe asks, sliding the door back and ready to make room. You wrinkle your nose.

“No, I just did a hundred dollars worth of skincare. Just wanted a kiss,” you say, puckering your lips.

Rafe obliges, wiping a thumb over your chin when he sees he trickled water on you. “So it’s settled then, yeah? Halloween?”

Your shoulders sag slightly. “Mm, I don’t know. What if it’s stuffy and we get bored?”

“C’mon,” Rafe encourages. “Their friends can’t be that bad.”

—

Rafe didn’t think the move had been too bad. You’d been out here a month now, maybe a little more, so everything was starting to settle in: new place, new jobs, even some new friends. You hadn’t needed to make any, with Delilah and Wren right up the road and a smattering of college friends who’d stayed back after graduation. Of course you did anyway, coming home from work or yoga with new numbers all the time.

That left Rafe with Wren’s friends, who were all great, and he really felt like he settled in just fine. Problem is, none of them liked to golf.

And Rafe hadn’t really gelled with any of his coworkers yet, even though he remembered a few of them from when he shadowed Beau. It just didn’t feel like that kind of office, which he was fine with. If anything, he got along better with the contractors and other guys he’d meet on-site from time to time.

So maybe Beau’s friends would’ve been prime candidates for Rafe’s golf dilemma, but they all suck. As it would turn out, they can be that bad.

“I’m just saying, paying two baby-sitters is totally worth it,” one of them—Aaron, one of Beau’s old college buddies—chuckles. They’re both dressed up like douchey Top Gun pilots, and it’s a good thing Rafe can’t see their eyes behind the lenses of their sunglasses. “Give yourself a variety. More pleasing to the eye. You can probably look up some sort science to prove it.”

Rafe digs his thumb nail into the label on his beer bottle, sweaty in his hand where it’s going lukewarm. He can’t say the same for the rest of the cohort he’s found himself subjected to, words slurring and it’s barely sunset.

“If the first one you hire is hot enough, you don’t need variety,” another, who’s name Rafe might have cared to remember half an hour ago but not any longer, says. In fact, Rafe is pretty sure he might be a co-worker of his. He nudges Rafe with his elbow, and Rafe feels himself recoil. “Right?”

“I’m sorry?” Rafe says, completely intending to come across rude, and falling on deaf (and drunk) ears anyway.

Aaron laughs, bringing his beer back to his lips, that are curled in a disgusting smirk. “He doesn’t need one. Kid’s screwing the hot nanny.”

Rafe sets his beer down on the table loudly, immediately looking around for you. He hadn’t seen you in a second, and now you’re all the way across the yard, talking to a couple of the women who are also here tonight. He knows you wouldn’t want him to make a scene, but his stomach churns as he wonders if any of them are married to the two goons in his company.

He really doesn’t like Beau’s friends.

“No way,” the nameless co-worker says. “Beau and Agnes’s girl?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Rafe clarifies, firmly. “And she’s not their nanny anymore.”

You choose that moment to saunter over—normally a welcome sight to to Rafe. Especially in your third of the Jurassic Park-themed costumes you coordinated. The choice was easy once you saw the triceratops costume that would fit Captain perfectly at the pet store, and you two already had all of the pieces required to look like the pair of paleontologists. Best of, you didn’t even make Rafe wear the hat after you got enough pictures.

“Hey, baby. Who’re your new friends?” you inquire, and your voice is just sweet enough that something shifts inside of Rafe’s brain, like he suddenly remembers he’s your protector first, social norms be damned.

“No one,” he says curtly, putting himself in between you and the guys. He ignores the confusion in your brow line to begin leading you away, and this is so not a conversation he wanted to have with you tonight, or any night. You looked so cute in your costume, and Rafe loved the fact that you’d tied one of his pink button downs around you torso to make the look happen. Now, he almost wished you’d gone as a nun—not one of the scandalous nuns, outfitted with the little polyester dresses you can buy at the Halloween pop-up stores. An actual nun, covered from the face down in front of these barbarians.

“Rafe?”
“C’mon, let’s go check on Cap,” he says, eyes still trained forward. He glances down once, and fuck, was it a bad idea. “And I need a drink.”

“O-okay,” you say, looking at him with worry in your eyes, glancing at Beau’s friends behind him. Rafe knows then that he won’t repeat anything he’s heard to you.

“Did you find some new golfing buddies?” you ask, finally turning to fall into step beside him. Rafe’s hand finds the small of your back, and he tugs the shirt—his shirt—down when he feels skin exposed to any wandering eyes.

“Not exactly. And I haven’t given up on teaching Wren,” Rafe decides. “He’ll come around.”

You laugh, bumping into his side as you approach Beckham and Barron sitting on the steps of the back deck, your Labrador between them, looking rather pleased with his life.

“Why so glum?” you immediately ask, hands on your hips. It’s like watching a switch flip, when Rafe sees you around these kids, nanny-mode activated in an instant. Rafe knew you were trying to lay-off; you didn’t want the kids, or Agnes, to see you that way anymore. You were a colleague now, not an employee. But old habits die hard, and you cock your head stubbornly when you’re met with silence. “It’s Halloween. And I know you’ve both been stealing candy all night.”

“I don’t feel so good Miss Y/n,” Beckham complains, chubby cheeks squished under his blue mask, where he’s resting his face in his hands.

“He’s just too much of a scaredy-cat to go trick-or-treating,” Barron teases, flipping through the science book he’s been carrying around as a prop all night. His hair sticks up at every angle, except for one strand that had fallen flat—just as Rafe notices it, your hand reaches over to help it stand tall again.

“Dad’s not taking us anymore anyway,” Beckham replies quietly.

“What?” you ask, kneeling to their level immediately, your hand falling to Barron’s. “Why?”

Barron shrugs, feigning unbothered. But he shuts his book, resting it in his lap softly, then leans over to pet Captain. His voice is quieter when he speaks again, and Rafe is all too familiar with the downplayed hurt. “He said he’s too busy.”

Rafe tears his eyes away from the saddest scene he’s ever seen—one he’s sure he’ll hear you recount in extensive detail as soon as you both get home tonight—to find Beau sitting around the same table he’d just left, laughing with his friends. Rafe quickly spots the two he’d been talking to, and his mouth turns down in disgust.

The decision is easy.

“Baby,” Rafe says softly, gaining your attention.

“One sec,” you assure him, not even taking your eyes off of the kids. “You guys, I’m sure your dad would’ve loved to take you, he’s just—”

“Babe,” Rafe insists. “It’ll just take a sec.”

You look annoyed, but you stand again anyway, and Rafe leans down to speak directly into your ear. You push him back by his chest, that protective look in your eye.

“Rafe, they’re—”

“Let’s take them.”

Your features settle, and you look up at him in surprise. “Should we?”

“Yeah. It’ll be fun. And good practice for Cap, all those distractions,” he justifies. He drops his voice again, leaning into you. “You weren’t lying about the puppy eyes. Fuck, how’d you do it?”

“Just breaks your heart, doesn’t it?” you quip, smiling softly. You lean up for a quick kiss, and Rafe only pulls away when he hears a chorus of ‘ewww!’

“Be nice, or Rafe and I aren’t taking you trick-or-treating,” you warn, rounding on them.

They both stand up immediately, Captain quickly following suit, the three of them sharing hopeful looks.

“Really?” Barron asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, already heading back into the house. “I’ll go ask mom for our baskets.”

“Why don’t you go help your brother?” Rafe suggests to Beckham, who looks at you before he smiles, nods his head and runs off dutifully.

“You sure you wanna?” you ask as soon as he leaves. “We can stay here with the adults.”

“Fuck the adults,” Rafe says definitively. “I’m ready to get out of here.”

You raise your eyebrows, immediately quitting your fiddling with the red bandana around his neck. “Oh?”

“I’ll tell you about it later. We’ve got a promise to keep.”

—

“Are you warm enough?”

“M’fine,” you assure Rafe, leaning further into his side anyway. He doesn’t mind the cozying up, he can hold Captain’s leash with one hand and you with the other while the boys walk ahead of you two. You’ve hit only five houses in thirty minutes, the boys argued over who got to carry which color of identical pumpkin-shaped baskets, and Rafe is already having a better night. “Might need your hat later, though.”

“Say the word.”

Your arm snakes around his waist while you wait at the start of sprawling path to another perfect house. You squeeze his side, asking for his attention. “Hey. What was that back there?”

“What was what?” Rafe says, eyes forward, until you squeeze his side again.

“Baby.”

“It was nothing, sweetheart,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You tilt your head, and he accepts defeat. “I don’t think I’ll be hitting the links with Beau’s friends anytime soon.”

“No?” you say sadly, frowning when Rafe shakes this head.

The boys come back down, stopping to show you what they got before they start trudging ahead again.

“This place reminds me of home so much sometimes,” Rafe says, because in so many ways it does. The ocean is colder, but the social circles are just as unpleasant.

“How do you mean?”

“The people,” Rafe sighs. “The parties. Ignoring their kids, talking about their nannies.”

You raise your eyebrows, mouth opening to speak, but Rafe is shutting it down immediately.

“You don’t want to know. Trust me,” Rafe says, wincing internally at the memory, and the thought of it ever happening around you. His stomach flips when he realizes you’ve known some of these people for years, long before Rafe was even in the picture.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t faze me,” you say, and Rafe’s head hangs at your implication, his fear confirmed. “Was it Aaron?”

“Yes, actually,” Rafe answers, feeling his eyebrows screw up in surprise. “How did you know that?”

You look like you’ve said too much, and relief washes over your features when the boys reappear again, ready to give the two of you a distraction. You walk between the two of them to the next house, letting Rafe bring up the rear with Captain.

“We went to Cannes, summer after my sophomore year,” you start, once the boys are out of earshot again. “Agnes and Beau, and all of their friends. Beckham was still pretty little at the time, so they asked me to come.”

“And?” Rafe asks, feeling the muscles in his jaw tightening.

“It was nothing,” you say, like you can sense his instincts kicking in. “He made a pass at me. Nothing I couldn’t handle, but his wife was like, right outside. It threw me off.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” Rafe says. “Babe. Why did we come tonight? Is that why you didn’t want to come?”

“I didn’t know who’d be here,” you whine. “It’s really not that big of a deal. He’s harmless.”

“I’m not,” Rafe says definitively. “Unless we kidnap Barron and Beckham, we have to take them back to that house at some point tonight. And I can’t make you any promises of what happens when I see that guy again.”

“You need to calm down,” you say, but Rafe sees a tiny smirk; you’re enjoying this.

“I’m perfectly calm,” Rafe says, smiling despite how serious he was in his last sentiment.

“Could’ve fooled me, caveman,” you tease.

Rafe rolls his eyes, tugging on the knot in your shirt until you’re pressed close to him. “You love it.”

“Unfortunately,” you say, and Rafe has to remember for just a second that there are kids around. Two for which you are both currently responsible.

“You spent the whole summer in Cannes?” he asks, as the four of you walk to the next house.

“Mm,” you consider. “A good chunk of it, yeah. They had this insane estate. Always told myself I’d stay in Agnes’s good graces so I could get married there one day.”

Rafe’s ears perk up, and he watches the way you grow bashful, turning to watch the kids hold their baskets at the door. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was coming off a break-up. Pictured staying behind in Cannes and becoming an au pair when some French guy swept me off my feet.”

“A French guy, huh?” Rafe teases, leaning into the fence at the front of the property, arms crossed in amusement. “What’s he like?”

You roll your eyes, coming to stand between his legs. “He kisses both of my cheeks when he sees me, and we spend our weekends chain-smoking outside of cafes, sharing black coffee.”

Rafe grasps your face with his free hand gently, but still firm enough to pull you closer. He leans forward to kiss one cheek, “you hate black coffee,” and then the other, “and when I smoke.”

“It’s different when he does it,” you joke, batting his hand away. But your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, and Rafe knows you’re remembering every cigarette you knocked out of his hand over the years, making him stub them out with his own shoes because you didn’t want to risk ruining the soles of your own. You were never confrontational growing up, not like Rafe was, and not by any means at all. But Rafe can remember smacks to the back of his head and confiscated lighters.

“An au pair, huh?” Rafe says, once you’re at the next house. He can picture you, sun-kissed and happy in some European country, a gaggle of well-behaved children never too far behind. “Were you serious about it?”

“Never really,” you say, shaking your head. “Maybe I would’ve if Agnes didn’t keep me on after graduation.”

“Mm,” Rafe hums. “Well, send your French boyfriend my condolences. Maybe I’ll write him a post card when we go to their place in Cannes.”

“And who said we were?” you say, your eyes dancing with mirth.

“Have a feeling we’ll have a reason to some day,” Rafe says noncommittally, his saving grace from having to explain that thought any further coming in the form of a tug to his cargo pants from a tiny hand. “What’s up, bud?”

Rafe kneels to Beckham’s height, smile fading once he sees he’s tugged his mask off, and he looks a shade paler than normal. “Mister Rafe, I really don’t feel good.”

Rafe looks to you, shaking his head as soon as he puts the back of his hand against Beckham’s forehead. “We need to get him home.”

You check, your eyebrows furrowing in concern as you agree. “I can take him, if you wanna finish out the block with Barry?”

“Hard no,” Rafe says, raising to full height once he has Beckham held against his side, short arms around his neck. “I’ll take him.”

“You’re sure?” you ask.

Rafe looks around again. It’s a nice neighborhood, but the crowds are starting to thin out and the sun went down half an hour ago. “I don’t want you two out here alone.”

“You wanna tell him that?” you ask, nodding your head to where Barron was impatiently waiting to be walked to the next house. “C’mon, I’ll take Becks.”

“I’m not sending you back into that house. I’m a caveman, remember?”

“Thought you were a dinosaur doctor,” Beckham mumbles, pressing his face into Rafe’s neck tiredly.

“I have Cap with me,” you remind him. “We’re fine.”

“Barron,” Rafe calls. “If we walk home now, you can eat as much candy as you want on the way and we won’t tell your mom.”

Barron immediately breezes past the two of you, leading the way back home. “Deal.”

You watch in disbelief, your jaw dropped as Rafe turns to head back, too. “You comin’ or not?”

“You’re starting to learn him,” you accuse, taking Captain’s leash so Rafe can hold Beckham.

“Low-hanging fruit. Agnes is probably gonna make them throw it all out,” he says softly. Your bottom lip pouts sadly when you realize he’s speaking quietly as not to be overheard by the child in his arms. It might be all for naught, as Rafe’s sure Beckham knocked out as soon as he picked him up.

“Well, I’m sorry about Beau’s friends,” you say, a little while later. “And I’m sorry our escape was cut short.”

“Don’t be. Maybe once we get them home, we can catch up with Delilah and Wren?”

“I’ll golf with you,” you say seriously, ignoring him completely. “And I promise to actually try this time. And finally learn how it works.”

“Babe,” he laughs, surprised you’re so fired up about this. “You hate golf.”

“But I love you,” you say. “And I love you out here.”

He looks over when you’re back at the stoop of Agnes and Beau’s, shifting Beckham back to his side. “You do?”

“It’s only been a little while,” you say, shrugging with your eyes cast to the floor. “But you always used to look like you were carrying the world on your shoulders, Rafe.”

Rafe snakes his free arm around you, placing another kiss to the top of your head; he has no idea why he’d have to carry the world on his shoulders when it fits right here against his chest. “I promise,” he begins, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That Beau’s friends have not ruined the entire state of California for me. Yet.”

“And you’ll let me golf with you?” you ask.

“I told you, I’m not done working on Wren,” he says, and he earns a tiny smile. “Plus, your whole ‘I don’t know what I’m doing, please help me, do you like my new skirt?’ routine is so distracting. I know my handicap has gone up since we started dating.”

“You love it,” you echo, fingers poking into his side. Beckham shifts in his arms with the tiniest whimper, his forehead warm against Rafe’s neck, a reminder he needs to get him inside quickly. You lean down to wipe chocolate off of Barron’s face as he finishes chewing his last piece of contraband candy, before you confiscate any of the empty wrappers that could be used as evidence.

“Unfortunately,” he answers.

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BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

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