#can you guess that i'm trying to sleep right now and the idea of making a poll just popped into my head

[cherrypopidol]

"𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓼" 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓍𝓁 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

part 2

you're still standing there, his fingers warm around your wrist, even though the air’s gone cool and damp. the city breathes somewhere behind you — a car alarm, a slurred yell, a broken bottle skidding across the alley.

but in this tiny sliver of space, it’s just you and him.

he lets go of your wrist, finally, but his hand lingers near yours like he might take it again. he doesn’t. you don’t offer it

“I'm serious,” he says, voice low now “I know I talk a lot of shit, but I mean it. It’s different with you. You see me before all this gets big.”

you lean back against the wall, folding your arms “Before what gets big? You’re still crashing behind dumpsters, remember?”

he grins at that, quick and crooked “Yeah and you’re still slipping me free grilled cheese, so I guess that makes us both tragic.”

a silence passes, not uncomfortable — just heavy. full of everything neither of you has said yet

he kicks a crushed soda can with the toe of his boot, then glances sideways at you “You ever wanna leave?”

“Leave what?”

“This town. That bar. The ghosts. Everything.”

you look down at your worn sneakers. you don’t know how to tell him that sometimes the idea of leaving terrifies you more than staying stuck

“Yeah” you finally say “But I don’t know where I’d go.”

he nods slowly “I think about Indiana sometimes. Not going back — just... how far away it feels now.”

“You miss it?”

he shrugs “No. But it built me. Every person who slammed a door in my face, every night I spent freezing in some cornfield... it got me here. And here still sucks, but it’s mine.”

you watch the way his jaw sets when he says that. like he’s daring the world to try and take it from him

“I don’t miss where I came from either” you admit “But I miss... having something that felt like it mattered.”

he looks at you like he sees every inch of what you mean — and it’s too much

you start to walk away

but he speaks again — softer this time

“You matter to me.”

you stop cold.

slowly, you turn around “You don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“I know enough” he says, stepping closer “I know you remember every regular’s drink order but pretend not to care. I know you only hum when you think no one’s listening. And I know you’ve got that glint in your eyes as if you want to run away but don’t know where”

you swallow hard.

he’s right in front of you now. not touching. just there.

the air between you is pulsing.

“I’m not looking for someone to save me or to know me” you whisper

“I’m not trying to save anybody” he says, eyes locked on yours “But I wouldn’t mind staying warm with you while we figure our shit out.”

it hits you in the chest, how gentle that sounded coming from him. From the guy who shouts lyrics like they’re war cries. from the boy who sleeps on concrete and still believes he’s destined for something more

you shift your weight. look down at the space between your shoes and his

and then you do something that surprises even you.

you step forward, just enough that your shoulder brushes his chest

“Let’s get out of here” you murmur, but honestly you thought he's gonna stay in the club

he breathes in sharply through his nose — like you just punched the wind out of him

but all he says is “Yeah.”

you end up back at your apartment again. It’s quiet. the light above the stove hums low. you kick your boots off. he stands awkward in your doorway, hands shoved in his jacket pockets like a kid at the principal’s office

you look over your shoulder “You coming in or just planning to stare at me from the hall?”

he grins, steps inside, and closes the door behind him.

there’s a pause. you can hear the blood in your ears.

then, from behind you, his voice:

“I don't know if I can do this”

you turn slowly

he’s standing there, jacket half unzipped, hair damp from sweat and the night air. eyes wide open. no rockstar swagger. no smirk.

just Axl. just Bill. just a boy with too much hope and too many bruises

“Do what?” you ask softly

“Be all domestic and shit...”

“You don't have to be "all domestic and shit" ” you shrug and smile softly

he nods, like that doesn’t scare him at all

“Okay.”

he starts to move to the couch — the usual plan. the safe plan

but tonight, you grab his hand

and guide him into your room

and he follows you without a word

not to fuck. not to talk.

just to lie beside you. in the dark. in the quiet.

to feel like two people who, for one night, don’t have to carry everything alone

in the morning the sun creeps in slow

fingers of pale gold inch across the wall, warming the air. the room smells faintly of old vinyl, drugstore soap, and him — leather and sweat and something boyish underneath

you’re already awake.

you’ve been lying there for twenty minutes, watching the shadows shift across the ceiling. listening to his breathing beside you — soft, steady, unfamiliar

he’s on his back, one arm tossed across his face to shield his eyes from the sun. his other hand is sprawled palm-up between you, like he fell asleep mid-reach.

he didn’t try anything last night

didn’t even touch you after you both settled under the blanket. just curled up next to you and let the silence hold you both

you shift carefully, sliding out from under the covers

he stirs, groans quietly, and squints up at you

“M’the hell time is it?” he mumbles, voice hoarse

“Too early” you whisper back, pulling your jeans on “I gotta open the bar. It’s my turn to deal with the guy who drinks tequila at 7 a.m. and tries to tip in bus tokens.”

axl laughs softly, then winces “God. You deserve combat pay.”

you toss a sweatshirt over your head, then glance over your shoulder

he’s sitting up now, hair sticking out in five directions, pillow crease along his cheek. shirtless. barely awake. beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with lights or stages

“You staying here today?” you ask gently

“Probably” he murmurs “Unless Andy calls and says we’ve got another shitty gig. But I think I’ll just crash here, if you don’t mind.”

you hesitate in the doorway

then - “You don’t have to sleep outside anymore, you know. I mean—if you need a place sometimes.”

his eyes lift to yours. clear now. focused.

“I didn’t want to ask” he says

“I didn’t say you had to.”

a moment passes

then he pushes the blanket off and gets to his feet. walks to you barefoot, rubbing the back of his neck

“You sure? Like it's official?”

you nod “Yeah. It’s not much. But it’s warm. And it’s quiet.”

he stands in front of you, close now. the sunlight catches in his lashes, softens his sharp edges. his fingers twitch like he wants to reach out, but doesn’t

“Alright” you say, quieter now “I should go now. I’ll be late.”

you move to open the door

and that’s when he leans in

not fast. not intense. just enough.

his hand finds your waist, tentative. his forehead brushes yours. you can feel his breath. then, like a secret passed between lips—

he kisses you.

soft. careful. not because he’s unsure — but because he knows you’re real

he pulls back just an inch

you blink at him, caught off guard by how much it settles in your chest

“I’ll see you tonight?” you ask unsure now and dazed from what just happend

he nods once, his hand still warm on your side “I’ll be here.”

you smile. not wide.

just real.

then you open the door and disappear into the hallway, leaving him barefoot, shirtless, and stunned in the golden light — already missing you

///

im so in love with young axl guys...

[hawkinsd3vil]

He makes her laugh, just a light ripple of giggles but he thinks it might be his favourite sound. In amongst all the tears and emotions and sheer exhaustion, he's still managed to make her laugh. If he can continue to do that then maybe they'll be okay. Her whole face lights up when she laughs, and just for that small moment in time all the worry and stress vanished from her eyes and they sparkled again. If when they get out of here, perhaps he could continue to make her laugh.

Moving is, as expected, painful. Limbs, muscles and wounds all protest simultaneously at the request to stand and walk. He finds himself leaning on Chrissy more than he would want, but he's certain he'll drop like a stone if he attempts to walk without help, so it's best just to suck it up. It's only for a few steps, nothing is too far away in the trailer. Sometimes everything being so close is a curse, other times it's definitely a blessing.

Back to his bedroom again, the last time being.. he actually didn't know how long he'd been unconscious. A few days at the most he guesses. It's clearly in use, Chrissy has been using his room. A short while ago in another world the idea of Chrissy Cunningham being in his room voluntarily would have short circuited his mental faculties, however here and now it doesn't feel to be such a huge deal. But here they both are, amongst his belongings that make the small space 100% Eddie Munson, and the overwhelming feeling he has right now is exhaustion. With a heavy helping of pain on the side.

He flops onto his bed, and unbelievably it's as comfortable as his real bed back home. How the hell Vecna pulled that off he has no idea, but the notion of him going all Goldilocks and the three bears just to get Eddie's bed right is equal parts ridiculous and hilarious.

Sleep isn't far away, he can feel it tugging at his edges, pulling him under again. Eddie drags his near dead weight body further across the bed towards the wall. She thinks she's sleeping on the couch. Nuh-uh, no way. "Stay." His voice is sleepy and uncharacteristically quiet, but he means it. "We're way past making this awkward, that was over when you stuck me back together again."

It doesn't register with Eddie that Chrissy is crying, not at first. But when he realises she's on the brink of tears again it only makes him more determined that she should stay. He's still quick enough to catch her hand, holding it to prevent her from leaving. Brushing his thumb over her knuckles to try to soothe her tears. Giving it a gentle tug in an attempt to coax her to join him and lay down with him. "Kinda feels like I'm the one who should be sayin' thank you. I wouldn't still be here without you. Plus.. you look like you could really use a hug right, and not to toot my own horn or anythin', but I'm pretty fucking awesome at hugs. These noodle arms have got to be good for somethin', right?"

Hope is a Dangerous Sound Here

@hawkinsd3vil

Chrissy surveyed her bounty of defense weapons, deciding on the nail-imbedded Louisville Slugger and spiked brass knuckles. She threw a sawed off shotgun over her shoulder, reminding herself for the millionth time that she could only use the gun sparingly. When Chrissy was first vomited into this place, she'd wasted half of her ammunition inventory on a bat she could've killed with her bare hands. She wasn't making that mistake again. In the real Hawkins, amidst a drunken New Years Eve party, she really only wanted for one thing that year. To be stronger. She set the intention as her resolution, kissed Jason, and greeted the new year with a sickeningly naïve hope. She really should've been more specific with this request.

Chrissy looked at her reflection in the demolished bathroom mirror. The image truly reflected how she felt on the inside; shattered into pieces, put back together hastily. Frankenstein's rejected monster. She ran her finger across the deep, fading scar at the side of her temple. During one of her first fights with the bats, they'd split her open in several areas. She'd retreated for a stretch of time, nursing her wounds and staying out of view. During her recovery, she studied their patterns of movement. The demobats hunted much like sharks. Spilled blood, sudden movements, and noises all provoked them. They didn't patrol the area like flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz. They fed, and they retreated to their home base; the crumbling Mansion several miles away. At least, Chrissy thought it was several miles away. She didn't exactly have a map legend for the pits of hell.

She packed the final items: a canteen of water, some antibiotic ointment, gauze, and decoy meat. She lowered them gingerly into her makeshift purse -- a hollowed out bat carcass she'd cured, not by sun, but by the crimson lightening that sporadically struck around this death trap. Every day, she remained thankful that someone, whoever it was, left makeshift weapons, medication, MREs, and first aid items in this rot-cloaked trailer. She'd surely be dead by now without them.

She traveled several hours, needing to be fully intentional with each step she took. Her mind tormented her more than the monsters that plagued this world. Mostly because she couldn't escape her brain. And each day, a voice whispered to her that became louder with each step: just give up. It'll hurt for a minute, but then peaceful bliss, moments away. What's the point in living when you don't even know what's on the other side of this?

Her quest that day was mostly unsuccessful. There were no portals, no doors to an alternate dimension. No friends. No enemies outside of the bats. It was just.... empty. She knew she wasn't alone though. She felt a prickle at the back of her neck anytime the multi-legged monster in the sky was near. She was prey underneath the thumb of her predator.

Chrissy did, however, find another bike to take back to her home base. She tried to ignore that there were specks of blood coating the handlebars. She usually approached the cracked and forgotten trailer from its backside when she retreated for the night. There was less chance of being spotted. She'd become an expert at sneaking silently, and had a makeshift entry to the trailer that allowed her to move without being detected.

She was just getting settled when she noticed a change in her environment. She'd inscribed marks on the wall to show how many days she'd spent here. It'd taken her a few days to find the trailer, so she wasn't sure how much time passed before she started cataloging. But so far, she counted three months. Three months is a long time to memorize your surroundings.

First, there was a shudder of movement in the darkness from the corner of her Eddie's bedroom. A shaking of sorts, but it didn't sound carnivorous. She knew she'd sealed all the vents. This place had been bat-proofed a long time ago. So what had gotten in?

She jumped when the noise morphed into clattering bottles knocking over. One splintered to the floor, and she silently cursed under her breath. There went one of her supplies for making Molotov cocktails. This bastard, whatever it was, would pay dearly for that. She took out her flashlight, hand steady while the opposite hand at her side shook violently. She reached for the shotgun, then decided against it. Raising the bat, she moved quickly toward the commotion. She realized it was... an extension cord? A fucking extension cord moving through the trailer, and out of it. Instinctively, her eyes shot to the space where Eadie usually rested. No Eadie. What the fuck was going on?

Before she could process what was happening, her ears were greeted with a new sound. A sound she hadn't heard since the day she rode to Eddie's trailer. Music. But not just music. Her mind drifted back to a memory. She and Eddie, riding in his van, listening to it.

"I've been burning the candle at both ends trying to learn this riff coming up. I really want to pull it off during Corroded Coffin's next show. Here! Here it is! Listen! If I can learn this, I'll be a god!"

She'd giggled at his enthusiasm as he twisted the knob to "melt your face off" volume. He'd taken his hands from the wheel for a moment, shredding an air guitar in time with the cords. In that moment, she realized this was quintessential Eddie. It was a snapshot memory she'd maladaptively daydreamed about during nights when she couldn't sleep. When Eadie was the only friend she had.

She gripped the bat tighter, gazing upward toward the roof, toward the source of the sound.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

[gilverrwrites]

I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids 😭

AND ‘omg us meeting Jason’s siblings when’

AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.

Damian

A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.

Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.

“Good morning? Damian right?” You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. “Can I get you anything?”

“Alfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.” Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.

“Oh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.” You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. “Is that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.”

“What do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?”

Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. “Or I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.”

“And tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?” Baby?

“I think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?”

“Do you always avoid questions?”

“Are you always so intense?”

He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.

“I’ll have a coffee.”

You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.

So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.

Dick

Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damian’s letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps ‘dropping by’ Jason's apartment ‘just to see his lil brother’, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.

“Let me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.” He informs as he invites himself through your front door.

“Um, hello Dick?” As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.

“Yep! I can't stay so I’ve gotta make this quick.” he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. “Jay doesn't know I'm here.”

That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.

“But you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?”

You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.

“So, Barbara and I, that's my wife” You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. “have booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.”

“I don’t know.” you finally give your nodding head a break. “Jay and I don’t lie to each other.”

“Right. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.” He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jason’s combat boots approaching your door. Dick’s eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. “Don't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!”

“You too.”

“Thursday, 6.30!”

Before you can agree he’s gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.

Tim

Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.

But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.

“Hello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but I’m Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.”

“I know who you are.” He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. “Is he here?”

“No, but he's picking me up after.” His shoulders visibly ease.

“Cool cool cool.” He’s suddenly much more personable. “So, I hear you're into…”

That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.

When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. “Where is he?”

Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you overworking yourself (hyung line) !

pairings: hyung line x reader (find maknae ver. here)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.6k

cw: light cursing, overworking, fatigue, fainting

a/n: i had to cut this in half since it was getting too long and i wanted to make sure i posted today! i have NO idea why i made seungcheol's so long lmao. hope you enjoy kings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also, i will be closing my requests so i can catch up on them over the weekend, i'll try to get them done by monday! thank you for all the support, it means so much to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

seungcheol - seungcheol is livid. you're still at your second part-time job when seungcheol calls you, "send me your location, y/n." you didn't tell seungcheol you had taken on a second job. you've never been comfortable with money, always having to work multiple jobs to stay afloat. that was until you met seungcheol, and since then he's always taken care of your expenses, even offering to pay for part of your tuition, and you decided it was enough. you didn't want for your (millionaire) boyfriend to think you were using him, so you told him you took on some evening classes.

today, you're covering someone else's shift. originally, you weren't going to, but after their promise of sending you a little extra money for it, you accepted.

"cheol, i told you i'm-"

"at class still? don't bullshit me, y/n. you didn't take on any new classes, you left your paper schedule on the counter."

your stomach drops. ah hell, you must be stupid. "y/n, what are you really doing?" he asks, almost pleading. there's absolutely no fighting it at that point, "i'm... at work. shift just ended, i'll send you my location." in defeat, you sit on a barstool at the restaurant and wait for seungcheol.

when he walks in, his eyes are immediately on you, walking over and grabbing your hand. "let's go," is all he says. the car ride is silent with tension; he only asks about it once you two are both home. "why? y/n there's no reason for you to be working another job. i'm right here; if you needed financial help, i could've helped you." he says gently, trying to maintain his frustration, but his brows are furrowed, exposing his true emotions.

"that's just the thing seungcheol, you're always here to help me. i don't want to use you because i can't support myself." you reason, but seungcheol obviously isn't buying it. "y/n, you're not using me, even if you did i wouldn't care. i don't want to watch you struggle when i know i can help." he takes your hand into his own. "don't do this to yourself, please. i love you too much to let this keep going." looks like you're quitting that job.

jeonghan - you and jeonghan are walking home from your date night. it's supposed to be romantic, you two walking hand in hand, but you're feeling the weight of the all nighters you've been pulling all week to finish your project, walking wobbily on the side walk.

"did you drink or something? you're walking a little funny babe." jeonghan teases before giving you a genuine look of concern. you try to laugh it off, "hah, maybe." but then your eyes start to droop ever so slowly. jeonghan notices, "have you been sleeping?" damn. did your concealer wear off or something? you're about to respond, but your legs give out and jeonghan catches you before everything goes dark.

you wake up on the couch, tucked in with a blanket with jeonghan caressing your forehead lovingly. "so i'm guessing the answer to my question is no," jeonghan murmurs, giggiling. "but seriously y/n- don't scare me like that," he adds. "i know i know, sorry-" you say, trying to sit up, but jeonghan interupts. "i don't think so, you need to rest baby," he gently pushes you back down before joining you on the couch. "we'll talk about this seriously later, let's just sleep for now." wrapping his arms around you, leaving you no choice but to comply.

joshua - joshua wants to trust you, knowing that you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can't help but worry when he looks over at you. you've been sitting at your desk for hours now, trying to finish all your assignments before the end of the grading period.

he walks over, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them. "you've been working for a bit, love. how about a break?" he suggests. you turn around, giving him a small smile, "i really would shua, but i've got like 2 hours till this is due. just let me finish this and i'll take a break." he frowns, "you promise?" "i promise," he hums in response, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before retreating to whatever he was doing.

2 hours later, joshua is back at your desk, only to find you slumped over your papers. he sighs, shaking his head before taking a look at your laptop. "hm, looks like you made the deadline," he says softly, gently shaking you awake.

"you did it, love. i'm proud of you, but i don't want you doing this often- it makes me worried." he murmurs, "come on, you need to take your well deserved break in a more comfortable space," taking your hand and guiding you to your room.

jun - honestly he gets it, between his singing and acting career, he knows what it's like to always feel like you're on the clock. he still doesn't approve of this though.

you just got home from working over time, it's 11:35- you both should be asleep, but he's waiting for you on the couch. looking at you, his heart breaks, noticing the eyebags, the bad posture, the way you're barely holding onto your bag, all of it. he makes his way over to you.

"oh, y/n," you don't process what's happening, about 30 seconds from fall asleep as he holds you. taking your bag from your hand, he then ushers you toward the couch. he helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"do you want something to eat? water?" he asks while laying you down. you shake your head, but he still hands you a waterbottle anyway. "i'm always scared when you're like this bǎo bèi," he comments softly. "please take care of yourself, but if you can't, i'll be here." he gives you a kiss before laying your head down, falling asleep almost immediately.

hoshi - hoshi is nothing short of assertive, literally showing up to your job. "soonyoung, what are you-" "do you know what time it is? i'm taking you home." he leaves no room for argument as he drags you out of your work place. you're going to need to explain this to your manager.

"i'm not letting you do this to yourself, y/n. it's late. why are you still trying to work at this hour?" he asks, frustrated. "soonyoung, you know why. i don't have a roommate anymore; i can't pay rent with one income." he sighs, "i know, but you just look so- i don't know- tired now. i can help y/n, just let me."

there's no talking your way out of this, you just let him drag you all the way back to your apartment while rambling about how bad working late could be for your health: what if someone kidnaps you on the way home? what if you faint while you're walking up the stairs because you're so tired? what if you're so sleepy you don't notice someone walking by and you run into them and fall into a storm drain?

wonwoo - he doesn't scold you, but he'll get all nerdy and tell you terrible facts about not taking care of yourself.

you're bent over your laptop, trying to finish a whole group project on your own since you got assigned terrible partners. he sits down besides you, whispering in your ear, "keep sitting like that, and you won't be able to walk properly at 40," you scoff, but adjust your posture anyway, you don't want to test this guy. smiling in victory, he kisses you before walking away, reminding you to take a break.

you don't listen to him though, getting carried away in your work. wonwoo comes back every so often to tell you that your brain will start eating itself because you haven't eaten, you'll get terrible wrinkles because you're dehydrated, all that stuff.

once you're finally done and in bed, he scolds you, of course. "i know you think i'm joking, but i'm not y/n. this isn't good for you, next time you do this, i'm forcing you to stop, okay?" he strokes your hair and gives you a kiss. "i love you a lot, so take good care of yourself, can't have you dying on me."

woozi - out of all the members, he's definitely the one who relates to you the most. he knows you'll drown out the sound of people telling you to take breaks, so he takes things into his own hands.

you're working at your desk when woozi turns your chair around and grabs your hand, dragging you to the couch. you try to argue, you really need to finish this so your group doesn't fall behind on the project, but he doesn't take no for an answer.

"shush y/n, just let me talk." he starts, "i know what it's like, i really do. you feel like everyone is depending on you, and maybe they are, but you don't have to do it all alone," when you try to dismiss him and get back to work, he's actually pinning you to the couch. in any other circumstance, you'd be turned the hell on... but he's serious about this. "listen, stop trying to shut me out y/n. i'm someone you can rely on, and i want you to. don't do this to yourself, i won't let you."

you nod in agreement. "good, now let's just stay here for a second," he lays on top of you, trapping you under him so there's nothing you can do but rest.

[alice-angel12x]

The complicated heart

I want some Angst so here is some Pure Vanilla x Y/n knight cookie. Also pt.1 of overall fanfic story.... I guess. (Blue Knight)

Part 2 -> this way

This is the last thing Y/n Cookie wants to wake up to? Especially on the first night when the two of them share a bed together. They could only silently stare at Pure Vanilla's sleeping form. He is a bit of a sleep talker.

That one sentence fills Y/n's mind with so many questions. From "Is that what he really feels? If he still feels that way, why is he with me? I can never measure up to someone like her."

Suddenly, sharing this space didn't feel right. Y/n slowly tries to wiggle out of the entanglement of Pure vanilla's arms. Only for him to cuddle closer to them, clinging onto them. With a sigh, they twist and turn, eventually escaping Pure Vanilla's grip. Y/n quickly replaced themselves with a pillow in his arms.

Y/n could feel their heart twist in their chest as they decided to sleep on the couch in Pure Vanilla's chambers. As emotions run high inside Y/n, they do their best to suppress them with logic.

'Of course. Those two have been friends since the beginning. '

Y/n thought to themselves, but it did little to hold back tears and the ache in their chests. They shut their eyes and tried to sleep it off. Thankfully, morning couldn't come any quicker.

Pure vanilla woke up with a yawn as he slowly opened his eyes. Which widden in shock when he found himself alone on the bed. Jolting up his eyes search around his room, soon landing on a lone figure by the window.

"Y/n? Good morning." Pure vanilla smile as he walks over to them. "You're up early."

"Yeah," Y/n says, trying to put on their best smile. It's very weak.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Pure vanilla asked as he gently wrapped his arms around them. Giving a light peck on their shoulder

Y/n was silent for a bit, contemplating what to say. They turned to face Pure Vanila and gently returned the hug.

"Can I be completely transparent with you?" They asked the ancient healer.

"Of course, love," Pure vanilla welcomes as he guides them to a chair.

So Y/n would tell Pure Vanilla what he said at night, and how it makes them nervous about where his heart truly lies. Eventually, the two sat in an awkward silence.

“So where does White Lily cookie place in your heart?" Y/n asked with a calm sorrow.

Pure vanilla opened his mouth to say something, but there was no sound. Y/n could already see the conflict in Vanilla's expression. Their heart wanted to shatter than and there, but sucking in a deep breath they put on a brave face.

"Seems you need some time to search your heart," Y/n sighs as they stand to leave.

"Y/n... Im sorry. After all this time, I thought I would be past this," Pure Vanilla apologized, gripping his knee in, shame? Sorrow perhaps.

"I mean... You two have been through almost everything together for hundreds of years. Childhood friends, schoolmates, and a close team of heroes, and you lived long lives together. Something like that won't be washed away with-," Y/n stops themselves. "I've only been with you for a year or two now.

"Don't say that. I loved the times we shared together," Pure Vanilla said as he stands to stop Y/n with a hug. "I don't know why the thought of White Lily came rushing to me like this. It's been happening for a few nights now."

"It's a sign prehaps. That you might see her soon," Y/n says with a sad smile.

"Do you think so? White Lily Cookie... Changed and became Dark entress Cookie. How would that be possible?" Pure vanilla asked with surprise.

"If she is like how you describe her, then I wouldn't put it past her to actually seek out the witches. And we have no idea which one she met, meaning anything could have happened," Y/n said, thinking deeply. "Tell me, along with your dream. Did anything else stand out to you?"

"Yes, a voice. It was calling out to me, to go to beast yeast," Pure vanilla said as he recalled his dream.

"Then you have your path. And if I'm not mistaken, Entranchress cookie has a strong hold there," Y/n said when suddenly images flash in their mind.

A Map, a shattered soul jam, fairy wings, a giant tree, and a bright light over beast yeast.

"Y/n? Y/n, did you think of something?" Pure vanilla asked.

"You... You might actually are being called. You must go quickly," Y/n said suddenly.

"Wha- Why so suddenly?" Pure vanilla asked in surprise.

"You might find who you're looking for there. I believe that white lily cookie might be there," Y/n said. " White Lily's soul is still out there."

As Y/n held his hands, they could see it. Hope and a bit of something else flash in Pure Vanilla's eyes.

"Thank You Y/n! I shall depart to Beast yeast," Pure Vanilla cookie thanked with a bright smile. "Wait for me, White Lily cookie."

Pure vanilla quickly leaves to prepare everything for this dangerous journey. Y/n stood there, trying to hold back tears.

'Don't cry, Y/n. He thought he had lost his friend and might see her again. Don't be selfish,' Y/n silently scolded themselves.

Days passed as Pure Vanilla spent all his time gathering all that he would need for such a journey. One day, from morning to noon, Y/n mindlessly wandered the streets when a familiar voice calls out to them.

"Y/n Knight Cookie!" Gingerbrave called out.

"Ah, Gingerbrave, strawberry Cookie, and wizard Cookie. How can I help you?" Y/n smiles warmly at the young cookies.

"Pure Vanilla cookie has asked us to accompany him to beast yeast, and we wanted to ask for you to come with us," Gingerbrave said.

"What?! Why Me?" Y/n asked nervesly.

"Beast yeast is a big unknown to us, so we need as many strong cookies to help," Wizard cookie explained.

"And we've seen you fight waffle bots by yourself. Your help would be appreciated," Strawberry Cookie said.

Y/n wanted to say no, but the three younger ones looked up to them with baby doll eyes. Crumbling their resolve to turn them down. The three practically dragged them to the airship.

"Gingerbrave! Everything is ready. did you find what you-" Pure vanilla pauses, surprised to see Y/n before him.

Another awkward silence falls between them. The ancient hero was a bit embarrassed after remembering how their last conversation went. Pure vanilla wanted to say something, but Y/n raised their hand.

"We have a friend to save, and that is more important right now," Y/n Cookie said a bit strenly.

Gingerbrave and co, could feel the strange tension. So they hurried onto the ship.

"Y/n cookie," Pure vanilla said softly.

"I am your knight and am ready to serve," Y/n kneeled, stoic.

They get up to walk onto the ship.

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Part 2 out

[harunayuuka2060]

Silver: MC, could you help me with something?

Chubby MC: Yeah, sure. What is it?

Silver: I'm trying to find the one pillow I used yesterday. I've already checked the ones in my room, but none of them have the same softness.

Chubby MC: Hm, have you misplaced it?

Silver: No... I was asleep and had no idea what it looked like.

Chubby MC: Okay...? Where did you sleep? Do you still remember?

Silver: I was in the Botanical Garden.

Chubby MC: ...

Chubby MC: *starts laughing*

Silver: Huh?

Chubby MC: No, Silver— *laughs*—I was there too, and you didn't use a pillow.

Silver: Then... what was it?

Chubby MC: My tummy.

Silver: ...

Silver: Oh.

Chubby MC: Yeah. *laughs* You must be really disappointed right now.

Silver: ...

Silver: Would you mind if I ask you to come with me to Diasomnia after your class?

Chubby MC: No, why?

Silver: Let me borrow you!

Chubby MC: ...

Silver: *looks determined*

Chubby MC: ...I guess I can make an exception for you since you're the nicest guy I've met.

Silver: Thank you so much!

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

[nanamisbbygirl]

maternal instinct

includes: dad geto x mom reader ft. little nanako and mimiko

type: drabble, domestic fluff

summary: geto loves the way you care for the girls, and he can't thank you enough. (sfw- slightly suggestive) (follows canon)

a/n: those are his babies i love this trope and dynamic (im a sucker for it) and one more thing this is so personal im crashing out rn but fuck sukuna like it's the number 1 reason i REFUSE to write for him because like how could u do that to them

p.s if anyone wants more of these drabbles i will write them all it takes is one person asking lol

"you take good care of them," geto hums, placing a kiss on your shoulder, watching how the two little girls have gently been put to sleep. you turn to look at him, a faint smile on your lips.

"they deserve to be taken care of, to have someone love them." his eyes are soft for a moment. you don't see the vicious cult leader, or the jujutsu defector you ran away with. you see a thoughtful man, with ideology and purpose. "you did the right thing, taking them from that village."

he doesn't say anything. he doesn't have to. you both know what he's thinking. he's remembering that fateful day, picturing their battered faces, horrified in the cage. it was all it took for you to realize the world wasn't what it was, the suffering inflicted by humans needed to be put to an end.

"i like seeing you like this," he whispers, "maternal, caring-- it brings out the best in you."

you laugh, "i could say the same about you. you looked so cute letting them give you a makeover the other day."

"hmm yeah," he smiles alongside you. "it's almost their birthday, we should get them a nice cake. their first birthday with us."

"yeah," your voice trails off, peeking into the room. when you pictured having a family with suguru, it didn't necessarily look like this, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

he spins you around, looking at you face-to-face, placing his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss, but strong enough to make your blood rush.

"now let me take care of you," he whispers into your ear, hands finding your waist.

"oh really? what am i in for today?" you try not to laugh too loud, you just put the girls down after all.

geto gives you another kiss, "whatever you'd like, my love, i'm at your service."

he pulls you in closer, so that your head rests on his chest and you can hear his heart beat.

"well now that you mention it, a good massage is just what i need."

his eyebrows wiggle, "oh i can give you a good massage."

giggling, you nudge him away. "so perverted!" you tease him, letting him kiss you one more time.

"seriously, though," you draw back to your previous idea, "maybe a nice glass of wine? maybe a foot rub?"

"sure," he pecks your nose, but before you have the chance to split off, there's a tiny hand tugging at your pants.

little nanako and mimiko stood there, rubbing their tired eyes.

“we can’t sleep,” they tell you, causing you to kneel to their height. you softly pet their heads as they rush in for a hug.

“oh no, well we have to do something to fix that.” you muse, “how about another bedtime story?”

their faces perk up, nodding eagerly. their reactions cause you to chuckle, “okay well, go pick out a book and me and suguru will come and read to you.”

the little girls bounce back to their shared bedroom while you rose again to your full height. in doing so, you embraced geto into a half hug, where he placed his lips against the crown of your head.

“i guess it’s a rain check on the massage then, huh?” he says against your skin.

you nod, “i guess so. it’s alright though, story time is more fun.”

“i love you,” he says breathlessly.

“i know,” you hum, “and i love you.”

together, you walk into the girls room, greeting them with smiles as they present their story of choice.

a/n: i had to make a little edit because my original ending didn’t save for some reason 😿

[lyn31]

Do you mind if I request a pure fluffy oneshot about pregnant MC feels lonely since Zayne always busy at work where in fact, Zayne already planned a long holiday to take care of his pregnant wife?🥺🥺

Omg this is so cute! Thank you for the request/idea! I try my best for pure fluff! Hope it's what you're thinking of!

Lonely?

Summary

You thought you’d have to endure more lonely days, waiting for Zayne to come home late from work. He’s always been attentive, making sure you’re comfortable, checking in on your cravings, and doing everything he can to care for you—even from a distance. But it’s not enough. You don’t just want his care. You want him. And what you don’t realize is that he’s already made sure you won’t have to wait much longer.

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Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader If you've been reading my stuff, you know I'm prone to getting carried away—but not too much this time! Anyway, pure fluff incoming!

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The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the kitchen. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of whatever simple breakfast you managed to put together. Across from you, Zayne sits with his usual composed demeanor, sipping his coffee as he reads something on his terminal. He looks effortlessly put together, as always, dressed in his usual crisp attire, ready for another long day at the hospital.

You try not to pout. You really do.

But the disappointment settles in your chest before you can stop it.

It’s not like Zayne has been neglecting you—far from it. Even with his busy schedule, he still makes sure you’re eating well, checks in on your cravings, and finds small ways to take care of you. But it’s not the thoughtful gestures you want right now. It’s him. His presence. His warmth—well, as warm as he can be. You just miss having him by your side.

“Another long shift?” you ask, poking at your food without much enthusiasm.

Zayne glances up, his golden eyes calm as ever. “Hm?”

You roll your eyes. “At the hospital. You’ve been working late every day. It’s fine, I’m just asking.”

There’s no accusation in your tone, but you still feel a little guilty for even bringing it up. It’s not like Zayne is staying late for fun—he’s a doctor. His work saves lives. But still, a selfish part of you wishes he could just… be here.

Zayne sets down his coffee cup with a quiet clink, studying you for a moment. Then, instead of answering directly, he asks, “Did you sleep well?”

You huff. Typical. He always redirects the conversation back to you. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Back pain?”

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Hm.” He reaches for a small dish beside him and slides it toward you. “I picked these up on the way home last night. You mentioned craving something sweet.”

You glance down, finding a delicate pastry, the exact kind you’d been wanting the other day. Your heart squeezes. See? He never forgets. But the ache in your chest doesn’t go away.

You pick it up, turning it slightly between your fingers before taking a bite. The flaky crust melts in your mouth, the filling perfectly sweet without being overwhelming. Exactly the way you like it.

Your mood should lighten. And in some ways, it does—just not the way you need. Zayne always remembers these little things, even when he barely has time to breathe.

You swallow, glancing at him as he returns his attention to his terminal, seemingly unbothered. Like picking up pastries at an ungodly hour just to make you happy is the most natural thing in the world.

Your lips curve slightly. “You really don’t have to do this, you know.”

Zayne hums, not looking up. “Do what?”

You gesture vaguely with the half-eaten pastry. “This. Bringing me things. You’re already busy enough.”

Finally, he meets your gaze. “It’s hardly an inconvenience.”

The words are simple, stated like a fact rather than reassurance. But you know what he means. If it’s for you, it’s never a burden.

The warmth in your chest grows, just enough to quiet the selfish ache—at least for now.

You take another bite, letting yourself enjoy the moment. Even if he has to leave soon, at least for now, he’s here.

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There’s not much to do when you’re off work and pregnant. Ever since you and Zayne found out, you’ve both been buried in pregnancy books, but now that you’re in your second trimester, there’s more waiting than anything else. At least your pregnancy has been on the milder side so far.

It’s not like he’s neglecting me. You keep telling yourself that, fingers absently tracing patterns against your stomach. He still calls. He still buys me whatever I want. I’m fine. The house is quiet—too quiet—and before you can stop yourself, your gaze flickers to the clock. I don’t need to be so clingy. But somehow, the weight in your chest doesn’t ease.

So here you are again, texting Tara and catching up on the latest gossip.

Tara: Oh, and get this—remember that newbie from last week? The one who swore up and down that they could handle a solo mission?

You: The one who nearly got flattened by a Normal Wanderer?

Tara: Yep. That one. Well, guess who had to bail them out today?

You: No way. You?

Tara: Of course me. Because someone didn’t read the mission brief properly and walked straight into a nest.

You: LMAO, you’re kidding.

Tara: I wish. I had to listen to them apologize every five seconds while I cleared the area. If I hear one more “I’m so sorry, Senior Tara” I might actually lose my mind.

You: Pfft. Sounds like a fun day for you.

Tara: Oh, absolutely. Thrilling. The highlight of my week, really.

You: LMAO.

Tara: Anyway, why aren’t you asleep yet? You need a lot of rest—you and the baby, that is.

You: I’m waiting for Zayne to get home 🥺

Tara: Eh? He’s not home yet?

You: He’s supposed to be, but there was an emergency he had to take care of 😩

Tara: Well, that’s rough. But still, don’t you see him when he gets home anyway?

You: Barely. I keep falling asleep early 🫠 And now, for the morning I keep waking up later and later… Damn hormones, I swear to god.

Tara: LOL, what can you do? It is what it is. Just don’t stay up too late!

You sigh, tossing your phone onto the couch beside you. Just this once, you want to stay awake—just to see him properly, not only in passing before he leaves for work.

“I get it. He’s busy. I shouldn’t complain.” The words come out light, almost dismissive, but your fingers catch on the hem of your sleeve, twisting the fabric between them. Even saying it out loud doesn’t make it feel any less hollow.

And, of course, your body has other plans. Because when you open your eyes again, it’s morning.

You're no longer on the living room sofa but tucked into bed instead. The sheets are smoothed around you, and the weight of a blanket drapes comfortably over your body. A pillow has been carefully adjusted against your belly, positioned just right to relieve any strain.

You groan into your pillow, frustration muffled against the fabric. You missed him again—just like every other night these days.

A cool, gentle touch lands on your shoulder.

You peek up, already knowing who it is.

Zayne is crouching beside the bed, his hazel eyes level with yours. Dressed in his usual crisp attire, he looks as composed as ever.

“Are you feeling any discomfort?” His tone is clinical, but the concern beneath it is unmistakable.

You shake your head, your voice still heavy with sleep. “No, I’m good. I just keep missing you coming home.” You pout without meaning to.

Zayne leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then another to your temple. “Sorry.”

Your heart squeezes. A tiny, selfish part of you wanted him to feel bad for leaving you behind so often. But not like this.

You shake your head, frowning. “What are you sorry for? It’s your job—just like when I get emergency calls for Wanderers, remember? I understand.” You smile, actually meaning it.

Zayne takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your palm. “You won’t have to miss me for much longer.”

You blink. What?

But before you can question it, a thought occurs. Right. He’s probably pushing himself harder just to get home earlier.

You huff. “Just don’t overwork yourself, got it?” You reach up and pinch his cheek lightly.

Zayne merely hums, his lips twitching slightly before he leans down, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. Then, he stands. “I made breakfast. If you’re ready, I can help you get up.”

You narrow your eyes at the curve of his lips, recognizing the teasing edge in his voice.

Still, you reach for him anyway, stretching out both hands toward him. “Well, husband, help your wife up, then.”

His low chuckle is your only warning before he pulls you into his arms with practiced ease.

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“Take care, Mrs. Li.”

You reply with a smile, “You too.”

The person—whom Zayne hired at the start of your pregnancy—gives you a polite nod before stepping out, leaving your home spotless as always.

Honestly, sometimes your husband is even more dramatic than you. It’s sweet that he refuses to let you lift a finger, but now you’re left with nothing to do. The house, now silent and empty, feels even bigger than usual.

You huff, shaking off the creeping loneliness. You could dwell on it… or you could find something to entertain yourself with.

Speaking of entertainment, Zayne should be on his break around this time.

So, of course, you text him.

You: Zaaaaayyyneeeeee.

Mine♥️: Yes? Did something happen?

You: Send me your selfie ☺️

Mine♥️: My selfie? How about you send me yours first?

Did he just? This man, you swear. You shake your head grinning while you type your reply.

You: Hey! I say it first! The baby’s asking.

You can practically see Zayne’s deadpan stare through the screen, and the thought alone makes you giggle.

Mine♥️: The baby is asking?

You: Yes. The baby wants to see their dad’s face 🥺

You stare at your screen, waiting, watching the three little dots appear… then disappear. Then appear again. Then disappear.

You know he’s hesitating.

Mine♥️: That doesn’t sound medically accurate.

You snort, already imagining his flat expression.

You: Wow. Are you denying your child’s request? How could you, Dr. Li?

Silence.

Then, finally—a new message arrives.

It’s an image.

You open it eagerly, only to burst into laughter.

It’s exactly what you expected. A slightly blurred, poorly angled selfie, as if he took it at the last second just to shut you up. His expression is his usual composed neutrality, though you can see the faintest arch of his brow, like he knows this is ridiculous but indulges you anyway. The lighting is terrible, half his face is cropped out, and yet—it's still unmistakably him.

You: LMAO, Zayne, still?? Are you sure you know what that is?

Mine♥️: A selfie.

You: This is a crime against photography.

Mine♥️: You asked. I delivered.

You can’t stop grinning. Even with his reluctant participation, it’s these little moments that make you feel closer to him, even when he’s away.

You: Fine, fine. You win. But I’m adding this to my Zayne’s selfie collection.

Zayne doesn’t reply immediately, but when he does, it’s only two words.

Mine♥️: Of course.

And maybe it’s just your hormones, but somehow, that single message makes your heart flutter a little too much. After a beat he sends you another text.

Mine♥️: Now, where’s mine?

You debate teasing him for a few seconds, but you’re feeling generous, so you take a picture of yourself, angling a bit to show you holding your baby bump, and winking at the camera. Then you send it.

Mine♥️: Perfect.

You stare at the screen, re-reading his response. Perfect.

It’s such a simple word. Just one. But somehow, it makes your chest feel warm and achy all at once.

You puff out a breath, suddenly feeling ridiculous. Why is this making you emotional? It’s not even that serious. It’s just Zayne being Zayne. Calm, composed, and effortlessly sweet in that way of his.

But then you glance back at your own selfie—the one with your baby bump in clear view—and your eyes start to sting.

He thinks you’re perfect. Just like this.

Hormones. It has to be the hormones.

You sniff, rubbing at your eyes, and quickly type back before you can get any more sappy.

You: I’ll let you have that one, Dr. Li. Just this once.

His reply comes instantly.

Mine♥️: I appreciate the honor.

You roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling. Even if you feel lonely right now, at least moments like this remind you—Zayne is still with you, no matter the distance. And yet, no matter how sweet these moments are, the ache of missing him doesn’t go away.

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Another morning dawns, light filtering softly through the curtains, painting everything in a muted golden hue.

You wake up feeling... off. Not upset, not really, but there’s a quiet heaviness in your chest, a weight of reluctance. Maybe it’s just that your bed is so comfortable, or it’s the cool presence beside you—one you know will be gone in just a little while.

Zayne is still half-asleep, his breathing slow and steady. The moment you shift closer, he stirs. He doesn’t say anything, but his fingers find their way to your hair, smoothing down the strands with that same absentminded gentleness he always has.

You press your face against his shoulder, sighing. Just a few more minutes. Just a little longer before the day starts and he leaves again.

But time moves too fast. Before you know it, he’s getting up, moving through the familiar motions of getting ready. You stay in bed longer than usual today, even though you’re already awake, not feeling like facing the day just yet, but eventually, you shuffle out of the room, just in time to see Zayne placing the food on the table.

He glances up when he notices you. “Come sit. You need to eat.”

You hum noncommittally but let him guide you to your chair. Breakfast is warm, comforting—just like always. You eat quietly, and while Zayne doesn’t comment on it, you know he notices. He always does.

And now, here you are, standing at the front door, watching him as he prepares to leave for yet another work day. You keep your expression neutral. Or at least, you try. But it must show anyway, because as Zayne smooths out his sleeves, then glances at you. “You won’t be waiting much longer.”

You blink. “Huh?”

He tilts his head slightly, as if this should be obvious. “Today is my last shift before my extended leave starts. I’ll be home starting tomorrow.”

Your brain stalls. You just stare at him, completely thrown. The words don’t quite register at first, like your mind refuses to take them in all at once, because—what?

You open your mouth, then close it again, struggling for words before finally managing— “You’re…staying home starting tomorrow?” The words come out small, hesitant, like you’re scared to believe them. But the look on Zayne’s face—calm, assured, like this was never even a question—makes it all too real.

Then the realization crashes into you, and before you even know it, your eyes burn—tears spilling over, completely unprompted, catching even you off guard.

Zayne’s expression shifts in an instant. His hands reach for you immediately, one settling on your back, the other tilting your chin up so he can study your face. “What’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but you can hear the thread of concern beneath it. “Are you in pain?”

You shake your head rapidly, even as another choked-out laugh bubbles up between your tears. “No, I just—” You sniffle, gripping onto his coat.

His touch is gentle as he tilts your chin up again, but before that, his thumb brushes the corner of your eye, catching a tear before it can fall. He exhales softly, barely more than a breath, and murmurs “No tears, love.” low and steady, as if grounding you with just his voice.

And that you make your tears flow even more. “I’m just really happy. And I feel ridiculous. Oh my god, I can’t stop crying—”

Zayne blinks, still looking slightly lost. But he tightens his hold on you, shifting slightly to the side so he doesn’t squeeze you or the baby, his hand stroking your back in slow, steady motions. Then, as if something clicks, he exhales softly. “Didn’t I already tell you? That you wouldn’t have to miss me for much longer?”

You let out a hiccup, still clutching his coat. “You were being vague! I thought you meant coming home earlier or something!”

His lips twitch slightly—amused, but choosing not to show it too much for your sake. “I see. My mistake.” He presses a kiss into your hair, exhaling a quiet chuckle. “You think I’d leave you lonely if I had a choice?”

You huff, burying your face against his chest. Zayne lets out a quiet breath before wrapping his arms securely around you. “And you’re not ridiculous,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “But you do need to breathe.”

You let out a watery laugh. “I am breathing.”

“Barely.” He smooths a hand down your back, his voice quieter now. “You really missed me that much?”

You nod against his chest. “Yeah. I really did.”

Zayne says nothing for a moment, just holds you there, his grip firm and steady. And then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, he says, “Then I’ll make up for all of it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed by just how much you love this man. “You’re not allowed to leave me for even a second, you hear me?”

A pause. Then, so casually, “That might be difficult. What if you need to use the bathroom? You don't usually let me follow you there.”

You pull back just enough to glare at him. “Zayne.”

“Hm?” His expression is calm, but you can see the slightest glint of amusement in his eyes now.

“You’re ruining the moment.”

Zayne hums, entirely unbothered. “I thought I was making it memorable.”

You sniff, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“I know.” He smooths his hands down your sides one last time before stepping back, adjusting his coat. “Now, go inside. You shouldn’t be standing out here too long.”

You cross your arms, still pouting. “Fine. But you better come home on time.”

Zayne lifts a brow. “I always do.”

“Liar.”

He exhales through his nose—just barely amused—before leaning in, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight.”

And with that, he turns, heading off without another word. You linger for a second longer, watching him go before finally stepping inside.

By the time evening comes, the moment Zayne steps inside, you immediately cling to him. His hands settle at your waist, steadying you, and just when you’re about to pull back, he shifts his grip—lifting you effortlessly.

“Zayne! Are you insane? Put me down! I’m the weight of two people!”

“This is why I work out,” he replies smoothly.

You gape at him before bursting into laughter. He just walks, carrying you as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, before gently setting you down on the living room sofa. Crouching in front of you, his eyes flick toward the kitchen, probably catching the scent of the food you just finished making. One brow lifts.

“You were cooking?”

“I’m pregnant, not invalid.” You challenge his stare with a pointed look.

He exhales, clearly holding back a remark, then concedes with a small nod. “Alright then. Do you want to eat first?” He asks, even though he already knows your answer.

Now that your mood feels much lighter, you flash him a sweet smile. “I’m eating with you, obviously. Speaking of, husband…”

You toy with his collar, dragging a finger slowly down his chest. Zayne watches you with a suspicious gaze.

“Do you want to eat first, take a bath, or…” You drag out the words teasingly. “Me?”

You wink, fully expecting him to scoff. And he does—but not before his eyes flick down to your breast, then back up. The way his gaze darkens for half a second makes your breath hitch.

Then, without missing a beat, he says, “You first, then.”

“What?” You laugh, eyes widening as he shifts to sit beside you, pulling you against him. His cool breath brushes against your skin, lips grazing the curve of your neck.

“You asked, darling.”

And just like that, the day ends in the most perfect way possible.

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Notes

Hehehehehe 😳 sorry ahahahaha love how this turn out actually, gosh they're so cute 🫶🏻😩🥹 Not connected and more like a snippet (smut) but still on pregnancy theme!

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I was editing to add the rest of the series part but it was too long ahahaha so here's just the whole list: Parenthood AU Masterlist ✨

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Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this he’s obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him

Private Session - part two

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.

Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe

Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!

I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!

Credits: GIF from this post

Some time has passed since your ‘private session’ with Rafe. The first time you’d come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new “service” to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And there’s typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably can’t even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example. 

When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; you’re a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that you’d have to work there for at least a year or else you’d have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, it’s a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And it’s likely that the contract he made you sign isn’t even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if it’s not, that doesn’t matter to Barry. He’ll make you pay. And you don’t have that kind of money, that’s why you’re in this position in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, you’ve noticed that Rafe hasn’t been coming in as much. Not while you’re working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasn’t been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since he’s had you now, he’s lost his interest. You expected that you’d be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now you’re not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; it’s what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you. 

“Lookin’ good”, Barry whistles. “Where you headed, princess?” He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. You’ve always ignored his side business, always pretending you don’t see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact he’s preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what you’re doing and close your locker a bit harshly.

“I have a client waiting.” You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. “Tie me?” You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though he’s currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You don’t have to see him to know he’s the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.

When he’s done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, you’re a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didn’t intend to, but he’s the one who gave Barry the idea. 

Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. “When will you be back, I need you out on the floor.” 

I can’t do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. “It’s an at-home appointment so probably an hour.” You’ve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick. 

You hear Rafe’s loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how you’re reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh. 

Rafe’s tone is sharp as he cuts in. “At-home?” He questions, still trying to act as though he doesn’t care about the conversation you and Barry were having. 

Barry’s eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. “We now offer a new service: you can fuck any of ‘em bitches now.” You make a face at Barry’s words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually he’d never say that in the presence of one of his “bitches”, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when they’re together. 

“Wait, what?!” He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. “So, they’re hookers?” He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you weren’t a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that he’s trying to prove you wrong and rub it in. 

“Hookers, bitches, call ‘em whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.” Barry boasts. “And miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.” Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. “She brings in the most customers. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesn’t fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table. 

You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys you’ve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you don’t go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe can’t take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you. 

As you’re walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. You’re almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“I have a client.” You explain, again. 

“The fuck you mean ‘a client’?” 

“You’re not the only one who’s willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.” You say coldly. 

He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. “Thought you never went home with random guys?”

“I didn’t. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.”

Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. “That’s not what I wanted. I mean c’mon, you think I want other guys fucking you?”

The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. “How much is he gonna pay?” You stare at him blankly, confused in what he’s doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. “The guy, your…” his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. “...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?” He speaks more slowly this time, as if you’re stupid or something. 

“Depends.” You answer. The client you’re supposed to be meeting right now didn’t have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for. 

He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. “Ballpark.” He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both. 

Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. “$800.” Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you don’t take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.

“There, now I take priority.” He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, it’s like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.

You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasn’t the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but it’s like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He can’t stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he can’t; they’re eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger. 

As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. “Bet they can’t make you cum four fuckin’ times in an hour, can they?”  You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. “They can’t fuckin’ touch you like I can, huh?” He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. “Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?” He waits for a response.

You catch the hint. “Mhm…yeah.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two. 

As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, he’s pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that you’re exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what he’s going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.

Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once it’s off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.

With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. “Fuuck…so tight.” He groans. “Did anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone else’s cock stretch you out like this?” He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. “That was a fucking question. Fucking answer.” He demands.

“I…”, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. “N-no…just you.” 

“Just me, what?” He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.

“Just you can fuck me like this.” You admit. You’re not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobody’s ever fucked you like how he’s fucked you. 

“Good girl.” He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that you’re laying with your back flat on the counter. 

The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, he’s drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as you’re about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.

An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesn’t say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom. 

When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. “Shit, I almost forgot.” He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. “Open it.” The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement. 

You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: ‘To: my favorite hooker’. Your breath hitches. He’s so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, ‘hooker’, when he knows you aren’t one. Well, you didn’t used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almost…sweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; it’s clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you can’t even pronounce the brand name. 

Rafe explains, “For what I ripped last time. I told you I’d replace it.”

“You did.” You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.

“Take it out.” He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbon…not so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking ‘what’s this for?’. Rafe understands what you’re asking and he responds vaguely. “You’ll see.” Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it. 

After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now you’re all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable. 

He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, “Don’t wear this at the club.” Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. “This is for me, yeah?” He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. “My eyes only.” you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.

“Yes, yes, only you.” You desperately plead. 

Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasn’t left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.

His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter. 

You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, he’s using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves. 

Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. “F-fuck!” You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. “Rafe!” You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense. 

He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others. 

You’re still in shock at Rafe’s decision to use a toy on you. You definitely weren’t mad about it, that’s for sure. It’s just that typical guys won’t want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove they’re better all by themselves. Rafe’s definitely good at sex, that’s just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skill…he’s fucking incomparable. 

Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once you’re completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight. 

Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. “Fuck…that feels…s’so good baby.” He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. “But let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barry’s got you workin’ a lot, hm? Heard you’ve got the most customers, is that right?” He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calves 

“Mhm…” you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation. 

Rafe’s hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels you’re always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. “Nobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?” He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, “I like taking care of you.” Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly. 

After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.

Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though you’re likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm. 

“Shit, so fuckin’ wet f’me. You’re always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. “M’gonna have to talk to Barry for you. Can’t have you fuckin’ those other guys anymore. This pussy’s for me; it’s mine.” His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. “Hm? You hear me?”

“Mhm…” you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. “Y-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.”

He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. “Only a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.”

“Yes…sure, fuck, okay yeah!” You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. “Ohh…nngghh…f-fucking shit!” You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.

It’s not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. “Can I?”,is all he says but it’s enough for you to know what it is that he’s asking. He’s already done it before, so you don’t see the problem, especially not right now. You don’t even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,

“Mhm…please. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.” You admit.

Without wasting another second, Rafe’s movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing. 

Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but he’s full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him. 

After you’ve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. “Y’know, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.” You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services.  

Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say ‘I told you so’, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. “Oh, I bet.” 

“Did…did you mean what you said about talking to Barry?” You ask on a more serious note.

Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. “Oh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You ask.

“Then I’ll make him.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I started this, I’m gonna fix it, okay? So don’t worry. You ain’t gotta fuck nobody you don’t wanna no more, yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut. 

“I hope that means you’ll still fuck me.” He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you. 

You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.

He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll take you back tomorrow, that alright?”

“Mhm…” You mumble under your breath, already half asleep. 

“Goodnight.” He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

Thank you for reading! I greatly appreciate it! PLEASE feel free to leave Rafe x reader requests!! I LOVE getting them!

Again, sorry if this is bad. I'm so tired and too lazy/impatient to proofread/edit. I hope this is good enough to fulfill your request!

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Sorry Im really in a request mood right now so heres another idea if you have time.

24.. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

Reader having sleeping problems and cant sleep. Quinn wakes up after she left the bed and went to the living room so she wouldnt disturb him.

It's 2am...guess who can't sleep?

It had been one of /those/ nights. 

One where no matter what you did, you couldn't stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. You had tossed and turned the whole night, shocked you hadn't woken Quinn even once. He was sound asleep on his side, his back to you and seemingly unphased by all of the restless episodes you were having. Annoyed with the constant pursuit of sleep that always seemed to allude you, you slipped out of bed and tiptoed from the room.

By this point, you were wide awake, but it was two-thirty in the morning. Too early to decide to just stay up and start the day and too late at night to do anything, not that wouldn't disturb Quinn in the other room. Back when you lived alone, you would have baked some cookies, or had a hot bath and watched a movie, but since moving in with Quinn, all of those insomnia fixes were harder to do now. 

Dragging your feet to the living room, you'd pull a couple of blankets from the back of the sofa, and try to make your self comfortable. However, like in the bedroom, you simply couldn't get that level of comfort you so desperately craved. Your back was beginning to bother you now, only adding to your inability to get any adequate rest. 

Looking up at the ceiling, you'd give one of your best signature Quinn sighs but it would fall on deaf ears. All you wanted to do was curl up against him and finally drift off to sleep, but you didn't like being the big  spoon and also didn't want to wake him. You had been lucky enough to get out of bed without disturbing him, so it seemed silly to go back in there now. You'd just have to settle for a solo night on the sofa instead. 

Being lost in your own thoughts, and not of counting sheep, you'd flip on the television and try to find something to watch that might finally coax you to sleep. Not that you were surprised, but there was absolutely nothing on at near three o'clock in the morning. You'd settle for some old Forensic Files episodes, as it was one of the few shows always on at all hours of the day. You were convinced that there were ten-thousand episodes of that show, as you never seemed to catch a re-run. You wouldn't find your eyes getting heavy --quite the opposite-- you found yourself engaged and eager for the justice outcome at the end. And because you were engrossed in the show, you wouldn't notice that Quinn was up and out of bed.

"Baby, what are you doing up? It's three," he said with the biggest yawn that made the tail-end of his statement hard to understand. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, Quinny-- I'm sorry I woke you up."

"I rolled over to find you and you weren't there, then I heard the TV." He shuffled over to you, looking down with a concerned expression on his face, faintly illuminated by the glow coming from the LCD "Come back to bed."

"I can't sleep," you replied, as he sat down beside you on the sliver of left-over cushion. 

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just can't stay asleep."

He yawned again slightly concerned as he questioned you, "Did I do something to keep you up?"

"No, baby. It's just a bad night." 

"Is there anything I can do?"

You shook your head, giving his back a slight scratch as he sat next to you. "I don't think so, but thank you. You should really go back to bed, baby. You need your rest."

"Come with me" he pleaded, giving a pout.

"Quinn, don't you dare pout!" You teased. "That's not fair. I'll just keep you awake."

"I have an idea, please?"

You huffed, knowing you had already lost when that bottom lip of his made its appearance. "If I can't get back to sleep, Quinn, I'm just going to come back out here."

"You won't need to," he mumbled, pulling himself to his feet, extending his hand to you. "Hand-- please."

Hand-in-hand, Quinn would guide you back to the bedroom. He was first under the covers, getting himself nestled back in though the bed had grown cold having been empty. "Come on, my cute little spoon," he said, smiling in the darkness. 

That was all you needed to hear to know where he wanted you. Once you got into bed, Quinn wasted no time engulfing you in his arms and pulling you close to his body. There wasn't a gap between the two of you and his warmth transferred to you within a few seconds. His left arm locked you in to his embrace his breath hot against your neck. 

"Comfortable?" He asked, eyes already closed, nose buried in your hair.

"Yes, thank you." 

"What else do you need?"

"Nothing, Quinn. I'm okay."

He didn't say much after that and just let the feeling of you up against him reassure you that you were safe and being looked out for. He'd give you all of the stars if it were possible and he would always admit that he slept best with you. It hurt him when you decided to sleep on the sofa instead of his bed, but he understood you had your reasons, most having to do with not disturbing him and that he remained asleep. 

"Good night, babe," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," you said to him, your eyes finally finding the desire to fall closed. "Wake me up when you get up in the morning, please?"

He giggled, "No chance. I'll get you up at noon." 

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Backstage Fun

Nayeon & Jihyo x 10 Strangers

Didn't intend to do this one but ended up doing it anyway

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 6786 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

“Man tomorrow is our last day at the concert! This tour is draining!”

“You can say that Unnie! I can’t wait to get home and sleep !! Man my house is so messy now I haven’t clean it properly in months …”

“At least you like to clean … I don’t…”

“Yeh … I'm tired too unnie, hopefully after this we’ll have our REAL break, I wanna get back to my usual routines”

“Yup. Not gonna lie but I know our fans are supportive and all and I appreciate it, but performing non stop is so tiring . I wanna do some fun besides … just performance and move around the states."

“I second. Maybe we should do something after tomorrow before we head back to Korea. What do you have in mind?"

“I don’t know. Honestly, my mind is blank. We can walk around the street? Try some food? But not sure how much we can do in only few hours before flight."

“Huh … yeh … sounds quite impossible… maybe we’re just gonna do the same thing like we usually do.”

“Actually… speaking about walk around… earlier during our concert I saw an empty space behind this stage, not sure what that place is but looks pretty big . “

“Really? Wait … I think i saw that one too. Is it behind those huge props over there?“

“That’s the one! You wanna go check that out?"

“Well since right now we’re on a bit break so yeh why not?"

Nayeon and Jihyo rise up from the dressing room and quickly go to the place. They discover a giant empty space a bit further from the stage, sitting between the parking lots .

“Now this is odd, a space with nothing here, and … doesn’t seem like anyone will pass around here, maybe the security guards and some staffs but looks pretty empty for real “

“Yeh, so … that’s it? We come all the way here and … nothing happened lol. Welp I guess we’ll have to go back unnie, don’t want the girls wait “

“Actually… Jihyo… I have an idea… of fun … if you wanna try lol .Unless you’re not so it’s fine “

“So … what do you have in mind unnie? I'm willing to hear?"

Nayeon then starts to explain everything of her idea to Jihyo, they were starting to get exited.

“Oh ho ho unnie that’s brilliant! Well, i guess we’ll have to use up that time then .It might be the most fun we’ll have this tour.”

The two both hurry back to the stage and finish the rest of their concerts.

The next day…

“ONCE! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE AND ENJOYING OUR PERFORMANCES!! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! WE’RE HOPING TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!!! HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!! AND ONCE AGAIN VERY THANK YOU!!!"

As Twice finish their concerts, Jihyo and Nayeon, hurry back to the dressing room and say goodbye to everyone.

“Hey girls! Me and Nayeon unnie gonna have to go somewhere a bit before heading to the airport! I'll see you all there ok? Don’t be late! Everyone did a great job today!!"

“Oh … ok? Nayeon-Unnie and Jihyo please take care!!"

“We will !! See you girls at the airport!"

As the rest of Twice and their managers, security crews left, the rest of the stadium also wrapped up their chores. Jihyo and Nayeon, waiting for the last person of the area to leave, they then dress up in their solo concert outfit again, doing some light makeup along the way.

“Jihyo you sure we’re all that’s left at this place?"

“Yepppp! I asked all those security guys that we bribed earlier today! They’re sure of it! So, time to proceed to our plans!"

“Let’s gooo!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon, in their outfits, walks fast to that empty space. In front of them are 4 security guards dress in black, wearing shades and earphones on.

“Hey guys! You remember our deals? No one will be allowed to go back here and nothing will interrupt this ok?"

“And make sure it’s all a secret? Nothing will spill out from you guys?"

“Yes Ma’am! Thank you for paying us that much! Must’ve been the highest payments ever for us! But yes, nothing will get out of this place without us noticed or anything will be slip from us too!"

“Good! How about you guys let us in and deliver “the packages”?"

“They will be here in 15 min ma’am! We won’t fail you! So please come in!"

As Jihyo and Nayeon enter the place, the guards lock the doors.

“Step 1 done! I'm excited unnie!"

“Me too! I'm glad you’re in this together with me Jihyo, only you can actually get on with this.”

“Unnie, I feel like we’re all adults and we’re just having fun, we won’t have much chances like this so again, why not haha!”

“Now that’s the spirit! Oh here they come!"

The four guards open the doors, they let around ten people in, each have a black cover on their faces and a bracelet with red lights on their wrists.

“Ma’am, we delivered the packages right one time! Please enjoy! We will be out here all night, once everything done, just push that small remotes we gave you earlier and we’ll be here!"

“Awesome! We’ll send you some more tips afterwards!”

“You’re too kind Ma’am! Have fun!"

As the guards remove the black cover on the people’s face, they quickly close the doors, leaving the guys and our two idols alone in the big empty space.

“Okay the hell is going on?! Who are you guys!? And … why the hell are we here?!” One yelled out.

“Beats me! I don’t even know why the heck are we here?"

“ I was at a bar and somehow I got here? Like wtf man is this kidnapping?"

“And … who are you girls? Like … why the hell are we here? Who are you?"

"Hello! Do you guys recognize us?"

“ like hell we do? Who are you two? Some sort of rich kids?"

“And why drag us here? Those big ass dudes back there scare the hell out of me!"

“Yeh! Why are we gathering here? Some sort of … wait… are we being sold to some rich people or are we in some sort of Squid Game shit?"

Nayeon and Jihyo then laugh out loud

”Oh no no! We’re not those people! Not at all! We’re … singers and dancers! I'm Ji and this is Nay! We’re sorry if the guards are looking quite scary but you’re here for a purpose! And that purpose only available tonight!"

“Huh? What the? Singers? Dancers? Uh … why drag us to this random ass place? Are you nuts? And what sort of purpose?”

“Yeh … like seriously.. I have things to do back home so … make it quick yo!"

“I guess you guys can’t be patient so we’ll just tell! So me and Ji here we’re gonna dance and sing to you guys! If you can “last” through our performance, we’ll give you a big treat!"

“Yes! And I think you’re gonna like it!"

“Yeah yeah whatever… let’s get this over with! Jesus christ, must be some rich ass parents want to torture us with their kids weird antics!"

“Alright you two … do whatever.. then let us leave. Not like we have anywhere to go.”

“We’ll start! Enjoy!"

Jihyo and Nayeon turn on the music and start dancing. At first, they’re using their Twice songs and choreo and try to hook the guys, but they don’t seem interested.

“Ok wth is this music? Like what are they singing?”

“Idk man … but … somehow I kinda like it!"

“I don’t… like … sounds so noisy . Let’s hope they end this quick so we can go “

Seeing the guys being disappointed and disinterested, Jihyo and Nayeon wink to each other for some cues.

They then start to add some spicier dances, grabbing their tits, slap their asses, curve their bodies in exaggerated movements.

“Ohhh … huh .. so they’re… strippers?"

“Don’t know … but I'm starting to like this.“

“Yeh that chick with the leather looks hot though and the other girl looks kinda cute.”

“Yeh … guess this ain’t too bad.”

The girls keep on dancing and then, much the to the guy’s surprise, they slowly start to remove their garments and throwing it to the sides.

They uses their hands to move up and down their bodies to slowly peel off their panties and waving their butts to the guys, flashing their pussies and asses.

“Ohhhh hoo … niceee!!"

“Damn these chicks … not sure who they are but they know what they’re doing!"

“Damn I wanna grab those!"

Jihyo and Nayeon keep on dancing and remove more of their clothing, with Jihyo removes her top, exposing her big tits, while Nayeon removes her entire lower half, leaving her with her top and leg stockings.

The girls once again do more sexy moves, tease the best parts of their bodies to crowds as they’re cheering up louder .

“Ohhh fuckkk yehhh!!! This is way better than those bar strippers!!!"

“Holy shittt!!! Keep going you two!!"

“Damn yeahhhh!!"

Suddenly, the two stop, turn off the music.

“Wait what??? That’s it!??”

“What the-Why you two stop??”

“Yeh?? We’re in the good parts!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon look at each other and smile, then turn their heads towards the guys with the brightest smile ever

“So … what do you guys think of our performances so far?"

“Well it’s hot! And we want more!"

“Yeah! Come on you two keep going! Y’all doing the best part!"

“Hehe, before we CONTINUE, do you guys still wonder why you end up here?" Nayeon asked.

“Come to think about it yeh, like why the hell are we here? And seriously who are you two again?? Like … are you really singers and dancers?”

“Yes we are! We are actually part of a singer group, and we are very famous!"

“Seriously no clue who you two are but … you’re hot that i can say!"

“That’s good! Which is why you guys are here because you’re not our fans and you don’t know who we are! And we like it! Me and Nay here we’ve been training our entire life for singing and dancing so we’re veterans in our industries!"

“Ok … but again, why are we here ?? You haven’t answer that question this entire time?"

"Hehe, do you see the braces on your wrists?” Jihyo points at her wrists to emphasize as they all look down.

“What the-!?” They start to take them off, but realize they can’t, “Hold on! I can’t seem to take it off!? And what’s with the red light!?” One yells.

“Holy fuck is it some sort of time bomb?!” Another shouts out as they’re all pulling harder.

“Hehe no, they’re trackers actually. The guards put them on you so you won’t be able to go anywhere beside this space. And also, it’s also a timer!" Jihyo explains as some stop trying to pull as the others kept on doing so.

“Trackers?! The fuck are you doing to us!?”

“You going to hunt us?!”

“Please calm down! We won’t be doing anything like that! Let us explain about this DEAL we’re gonna have for you okay? Promise it won’t take long!”

The guys stay silent now.

“So me and Ji here have been on tour for the last few days here! And we … got a bit bored so today we’re planning to have our own fun! As you can see on your hand braces, they’re set for two hours of timing, which meannnnsss…”

The guys look at another and don’t know what to do.

“Which meannsss you guys, in those hours, can do ANYTHING you want with us! You’re very welcome to !! We’re planning this one time DEAL just for this! And, you guys have exactly two hours to do it once we push the buttons here!" Nayeon finishes explaining.

“And … you can have our bodies any way you feel like! We will not hesitate to try with you! As long as you’re all agree that it will be only in two hours! After that, the deal will stop and the guards will help you back to your places! We’re about to leave to the airport to go back to our countries so make it worth our while! What do you think?” Jihyo adds as the guys, eyes widen, mouths open wide while doing their best to collecting their thoughts.

“What the … the fuck did I just hear? You’ll let us … do what?”

“No this-this has to be a trap!”

“Yeah, no way they’re letting us do that!”

“I’m out of here,” one of them turns around

“I’m finding a way out. These two are crazy.”

“This is joke right?”

“No joke! We will let you enjoy fucking our bodies for two hours! Whatever you do up to you! Any sexual desire you want: blowjobs, doggy, anal, anything is possible with us for the next two hours.” Nayeon brings her hand up, making V sign and winks at the guys.

The guys couldn’t get this through their head.

“Hey forget what they’re saying, let’s try to get out.”

“N-no, no this- this sounds like a prank, are there goddamn cameras around here? Or a crew hiding behind somewhere around this dump?”

"Oh no, I don’t wanna wind up on national TV for this!"

“As you can see here, we’re in an empty space and literally this stadium is clear with people, and it’s already midnight so we can very promise you there will be no tricks! No camera no crews, just us! We’re not lying to you and we don’t look forward to end up on national broadcast for this either, this is a TOP SECRET DEAL!“ Jihyo counters as some of the guys are starting to believe this.

“Yes! If there are any cameras or crews, we are betting our entire careers on it! And we’ll take full responsibilities! We don’t want to ruin our reputations either! We worked hard and today we just wanna have our fun! And we just simple hope you guys will enjoy! We hope our little performances convinced you enough but we should really proceed to this phase!"

The guys look at another, but now hearing this, some are turning.

There ain’t no way, if true, they are going to say no on having a full pass from these two, but it is way too good to be.

“Fuck it,” one of them said while stepping forward, “if I’m dying, I’m dying to do this. My life sucks as it is.”

Another speaks out as Jihyo and Nayeon smiles.

“Then come up here, you can either have me or her,” Jihyo points as the same man walks slowly towards them as the others watch.

“He’s going to blow up…I know it…” another speaks out as they watch him approaching near the girls. The man then eyes Jihyo’s breasts and Nayeon’s body up and down.

“Well~ Who will it be?” Nayeon crosses her arms as Jihyo presses her breasts together, rubbing them to entice the man.

That did effectively as he stepped towards Jihyo.

“Course your tits won.” Nayeon grumbles as Jihyo winks at the man.

“Good choice, feel free to do whatever you want with these~” She drops her arms and pushes her chest out as the man gulpes and slowly reaches out.

His hands then move under her breasts as Jihyo giggles at the coldness.

“Woah he’s…he’s actually touching her.”

“Hold on, we can’t be sure it’s safe yet.”

He takes a few seconds and after seeing nothing is happening, the man raises his hands up towards her nipples and begins to tease them as Jihyo moaned softly.

The man goes further and squeezes her boobs harder as Jihyo moans harder as well.

“I-I think it’s safe guys…” Another spoke from the group.

“We told you it’s safe! Now hurry up and touch me ~” Nayeon beckons the others to come.

“You know you can do more than touch~” Jihyo grins as the man in front of her eyes her breasts and back at her as she nods.

‘Fuck it, if I’m dying, I’m dying a happy man!’ He then brings his head lower and grabs one of Jihyo’s nipples to his mouth.

“Oh god…” She combs his hair as he starts to suck on the left and then the right.

“God this feels better.”

“Holy shit…” another male spoke up as one by one, they walked forward.

“I’m heading to the other now!” one started to go at a pace as Nayeon smiled.

“Finally.”

The one with Jihyo was still sucking her tits and then groped her ass hard too as Jihyo moaned louder.

“Oh yeah! Get rough with me~”

Some guys start to stand up and approach the girls.

They’re walking slowly, still being scared of camera pranks, but they can’t resist the urge to touch the two beautiful girls in front of them

“Are you really sure if we touch you …. the braces won’t kill us or anything like that?” One asked as Nayeon nodded.

“Well look at him. He’s not blowing up right? Come on don’t be scared!"

A few guys start to reach their hands onto Jihyo’s abs, some on her other breast as the one guy stopped alternating and sucked on her right one still, while some others touching Nayeon’s legs and tummy.

“See? Nothing happened!”

“Yehhh … but damn wth… your bodies are freakin smooth, soft and tight!!"

“These tits are huge!!"

“And those thighs are so smooth girl! What’s your name again?"

“Nay! She is Ji! You guys can just call us like that!"

“Hey guys!!! They’re fucking awesome!!! Come join us!!"

The guys then all join in by getting closer, as their braces start to turning into green lights, indicating the timers have started.

They’re separating into two groups, half of them are for Jihyo, the other half towards Nayeon.

Their hands hungrily touch, grab and move around the girls body parts like nothing can stop them, which is exactly what the girls wanted from the start.

“Ahh .. yess … exactly like this !! How are you guys feeling?? Yes touch me there more!"

“Hah .. yes… please.. your hands… more over there please!”

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to enjoy it way more than we think!"

“Ahh … well … not like this for sure! Yes please put your hands there!"

“That’s right! Yes … please do it harder!!"

“Guess we’re gonna have to PLEASE you then! We’ll enjoy this !! Ain’t no way we miss out on this!"

The guys then ramp up their lusts and take it further.

For Jihyo, they’re groping her tits, pinching her hard nipples while keeping some hands groping her abs, down to the thickness of her thighs.

The first male then stopped sucking on her tit as another quickly took his spot and another male on the other one, both taking her nipples and sucking hard while she’s moaning.

For Nayeon, the other guys letting their hands running roughly on her tummy, going along her smooth legs.

Some fingers are diving and spreading her pussy lips out, while some grabbing her cute butt cheeks.

The guys continue their actions onto the girls’s bodies.

They don’t know who are these girls, they just don’t care anymore at this point.

All they care are the pleasures and the amounts of sinful things they can unleash onto these beautiful girls, and even better, the girls’s encouragements are a treat for their hungry souls.

Jihyo and Nayeon don’t stay inactive for sure as they find ways to move their hands around the guy’s crotches, reaching for their hardened dicks under the clothes surfaces.

Some even help the girls by pulling their “little friends” out in the air, or just strip down their lower pieces of clothings, whatever they are.

In matter of seconds, the girls now have the chances to witness the numbers of dicks, in different sizes, waiting for them to “explore”.

“Holy … shit, these are nice dicks, we’re in for some treat right Nay?"

“Right on Ji! We’re hitting jackpots!"

“How about you girls taking care of us too? We can’t wait!”

Jihyo and Nayeon lick their lips, and in one go, they both drop down to their knees with dicks pointing at their faces, straightly like pistols.

The idols then go on with their procedure, sucking dicks left and right while giving handjobs to some, don’t care which directions, they just suck them all.

They don’t even go slow either, fast and sloppy, because it’s more exciting that way.

“Ahhh yesss fuckkkk, suck that dick Ji, don’t leave me hanging!"

“Shit, best cock sucking ever Nay! Your lips are amazing!"

“Holy fuckkk!!! Fucking good !! Wanna fuck your tits Ji!"

“Goddamn it Nay! Take that cock!"

Jihyo proceeds to give them titty fuck while still taking on dicks in her mouth.

Her tits squeeze their dicks harshly, making them poking in and out between the crack of her two mounds.

Nayeon on the other hand attempts to give her guys deep throat sessions, the deepest ones she goes in her mouth tonight.

The guys are cheering up, moaning out loudly to the girls like how their fans always cheer out loud for them, but this is way dirtier, full of sexual tensions and lustful desires.

The sessions are going on for around ten minutes, until the guys couldn’t hold themselves anymore.

"Fuckk!!! This shit is too good!"

“Fuck yeh!!! You girls are so amazing!!!"

“Man I’m going to explode from this!"

“We want more girls! Can we? Can we really do whatever the hell we want with you? Can we … really FUCK you girls ??”

“Isn’t that … why we’re all here? Come on guys, Ji and I are here for that pleasure!!” Nayeon confirmed.

The words from the girls are like needles breaking through their awaiting sinful thoughts.

The guys groan out loud, they get rid of their own clothings, throw them away forming piles in different corners.

Their naked selves surround the two pretty idols again, peeling and nearly ripping off the rest of the girl’s garments with their rough hands.

It doesn’t take long for them to finally be all naked, with their bodies being groped and ravaged again by the guys.

Time wasting isn’t an option, the guys then put Jihyo and Nayeon into their desired positions for each of them.

“Heyyy I'll go first you jerk!"

“Eyy man you stay your lane, I'll go first!”

“Fuck that! You dorks stay behind, I'll go!"

“I'll gonna whack you for that, I'll go first!"

“You lusty fuckers, I'll go first!”

All the guys start to argue amongst each other as the two girls sight.

“Hey guys! Don’t fight !! You all will have turns!” Nayeon waved her hands.

“Yes! Please! How about we’ll close our eyes and randomly choose one, then we’ll start from there?" Jihyo thinks of an idea as the others groan.

They take one hand to close their eyes, the other hand is pointing their fingers towards the guy and moving left and right.

After a bit, they stop their fingers at two random guys, making the others yell out in disappointment

“Fuck! I should’ve stay there!"

“Goddamn it! My luck ain’t it today!"

"Hey guys! We won’t stay here this entire night, so please, I don’t think you wanna waste time arguing! We promise you will get your fair turns! Please don’t argue and proceed with our deals! We don’t want you to not enjoy it either!"

“Alright just go with it!"

“Fine !! Let’s go!"

For Jihyo, the guy lets her into a cowgirl position, penetrating his shaft into her opening pussy lips, while the others from her crew surround them while stroking on their “guns”.

For Nayeon, the other guy sets her into all four, penetrating her from behind in her sexy vagina, and of course, her crew also doing the same thing as Jihyo’s crew, surround the two while prepping their “pistols“.

In tandem, the guys start to thrust into the idols.

Jihyo is riding her guy up and down, her tits are bouncing through each thrust and pounces, intentionally making the guys more hype and more aroused.

Nayeon, while a bit less active, letting her guy holding on her slim waists and pound straight to her butt cheeks, leaving ripples from each pounding.

The guys are going harder for them, the girls couldn’t stop leaving their mouths open and moan out like singing their solo songs.

"Fuckkkk Ji! Your pussy is super tight around my dick!!"

“Oh yeh!!! I love it … when your dick goes straight up .. to my pussy!!!"

"Shitttt Nay!!! Your walls are squeezing me!!!"

“Fuck me harder!!! Go harder … please really harder for me!!!"

With that, the guys from each crew are taking their turns fucking the beautiful idols.

Theses are new experiences for both Jihyo and Nayeon, either it’s a slow fuck, or a harsh pounding, letting both on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Their faces are turning red, their moans are so erotic to the point the guys are losing their patiences, filling their mouths with their dicks one at a time while waiting for their turns in the girls’s other holes, spit roasting Jihyo and Nayeon crazily.

"Fuck!!! Can’t stop pounding you Nay!!!! Suck that dick while I'm pounding ya!!"

"Suck this dick Ji!! Pound that dick harder!!! Bounce your tits harder!!! That’s right!!! We won’t stop!"

“Hahh … yess … fuckk … your dicks are ramming me hard!!!"

“Yesss…god … please fuck me more … I wanna make it wilder please!!"

As requests from the girls, the guys also freely change their positions with them.

Jihyo, back flats to the floor, her legs are being spreaded to both side, as her guys are slamming their dicks into her repeatedly in her tight pussy while letting her grab onto some other’s dick in her pretty lips.

Her tits are still bouncing like no tomorrow, while the guys openly grope them and teasing them for their own pleasures.

Once they’re bored with the position, they lift her up for another new rounds of standing doggy, her ass up in the air while they’re pistoning down to her, leaving her a screaming mess with the most erotic moans she can get.

Nayeon on the other hand, enjoys herself with some new rounds of reverse cowgirl, bouncing her plump butts on top of any guys she can take, hands and mouth pleasing the other dicks like nothing can stop her.

Her pretty face’s expressions and her sensual moans are giving cues to the guys to try something new with her also, pounding her in a side position from behind, with herself feeling both the pleasures and the hard poundings to her crotch.

“Fuckin hell you girls!! You’re really something!!! You’re irresistible!!! Sooo fucking good!!!"

"Holy shit!!! Don’t think we can pull out of ya for long!!! Take our dicks like a real pro!"

"Seriously!!! Whoever you are!!! Fuck!!! You girls must be the best ones we ever get to fuck for sure!!!"

“God … yes… I'm glad … you’re happy!!! I feel so good!!! God you guys fuck me so good!!! Right Nay ?? How … how are you feeling ???”

“God … can’t think!!! Too … too much pleasure!!! So fucking good!!!"

An hour passed by, the sexual acts keep on harder and harder with no signs of stopping.

“Guys!!! I think … we should … use the next hour … our last hour … for something… WILDER !! You can FUCK us both … whichever holes you want … but make it HARDCORE!!"

“YESS!!! Ph fuckk!!! Just stretch our holes guys!!! We only have one more hour!!! Go ballistic on us!!!"

“FUCKIN HELL YEH!!”

And here we go again.

Letting their desires control their actions, the guys discuss with each other a bit.

Then, they get Nayeon and Jihyo, facing each other, then lowering the girls down for another cowgirl ridings.

As the girls are immersed into new rounds of pleasures, looking at their reddish faces while riding hard onto their guys below, the others are prepping them for the final sexual acts they would blow their minds.

The two guys below them start to simultaneously grab onto the girl’s smooth back, pull them towards their chests a bit.

The girls, seemingly understand what will happen, tilt their heads up enough for them to look at each other, crack up a wicked smiled while winking at the same time.

Their faces are sweaty, their cheeks are pinkish red, their eyes are half opened due to the ongoing pleasures.

Their mouths open, breathing in and out with each pumps below them, preparing for the greatest penetrating acts they could ever known.

Two more guys lined up behind each girl.

Their hands and fingers are kneading the girl’s butt cheeks, playing around with them as their fingers make way to the girls’s tightest entrance, moving their index fingers and thumbs over the surfaces, teasing the girls before penetrating them inside.

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to like this!”

“Yeh … man you girls are not hesitant at all!”

“Haa .. yes … we … never tried … not at once … like this! So please!! Do what you want! Fuck our holes!”

“Yess!… We want it! Because of this!! We want it!!! Fuck our tiny holes please!!”

“With pleasure ladies!!”

Using their fingers, the guys slowly penetrate their anal holes one digit at a time, as the girls breathe out fast through the motions.

Once they feel like their holes are quite used to it, they replace their fingers with their long shafts, poking at the girls’s puckered small holes .

With some efforts, the guys penetrate their hard “guns” into Jihyo’s and Nayeon’s pretty anal holes.

Their tightnesses are fighting back at first, but, with some few tries, they’re able to push their entire length into the girls’s crazy warm and tight walls, feeling like the guy’s long length are being wrapped with every inches they enter.

“Fuckkkkkk!!! FUCKKKK!!! Soooo fucking tight!!! Holy fuck my dick is feeling everything!!!”

“Shieeettt!!! Damn it this is the tightest one I’ve been entering!!!!”

“Hahhh … GOD !! Your dicks are entering me!!!"

“OH shiiitt!!! My holes are being doubled!!! Hahhh …. Soooo full!!"

Hearing the girls, the four guys start their sinful acts together, double penetrating the beautiful idols.

Each pair rams their dicks as hard as they can into the beautiful girls, enjoying their warm holes with their thrustings.

No longer want to hold back, they’re fully unleashing their deepest desires, fucking the girls into full oblivion.

“SO FULL!!! FUCKKK !! MY HOLES ARE … SO GOOD!!! WHATEVER YOU DO!!! KEEP FUCKING ME !!!!!"

“ARHHHHHH!!! DON’T STOP!!! AHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!!! HARDER!!! HARDER PLEASE!!! I FEEL SO FULL!!"

Nayeon and Jihyo’s scream are so loud the doors can barely contain their noises.

Outside, the guards, while still standing and mingling on their phones, have to look back towards the concealed entrances while smiling at each others.

“Damn lol, these ladies are wild haha!”

“Man, I was surprised they requested us for this lol, I guess they’re more than meets the eyes haha! Oh I just quoted Optimus Prime haha.”

“Well I don’t care, it’s their lifestyles, I don’t judge. Besides I’ve been with other celebrities before and they were either this crazy or even more but man, these ladies are probably the nicest ones I’ve ever worked with!”

“Hell yeh dude, they paid us like five times the salaries we’re getting! Shit I'm doing everything if I'm getting paid like this! They’re so nice to us unlike some douches or spoiled brats we used to work with, man those were fucking annoying.“

“Fuck yeh me too, gonna buy myself a new car! And a goddamn new PC! Can’t wait to get off this job and laying low.”

“That’s right! Man, I'm so glad we’ve met them, heck, they can ask me to do any shit they want, they’re so nice and polite! Heck, I wished I was their guards in the first place, must’ve been nice.”

The guards keep on chatting and giggling outside.

While back to the empty space, our beautiful idols are happily being ravaged by a bunch of strangers, without knowing the girl’s real identities.

No one ,even their group members, their staffs and managers, or their lovely fans could know that their beautiful idols are enjoying sexual acts with multiple men, in their own consents.

Probably the most shocking news of this is this event being spilled out to the press and media.

Jihyo and Nayeon are having the time of their lives, being double penetrated and taking turns from the guys.

Their minds are completely blurred with pleasures. Their bodies are being handled in ways they couldn’t imagine, but that’s what they want, that’s what they need to get out of the repetitive boredom of concert travelings .

From having the guys fuck their holes in reverse double penetrating positions, to being lifted up in either both legs or one leg tiptoeing, nonetheless their holes are being fucked and filled in without any delays.

“ARHHHH YESS!!! Fuck us like this more please!!!"

“My holes!!! They’re soooooooo fulllkk arhhhhhh!!"

“Can’t stop enjoying our dicks aren’t you girls? Oh well, HERE COMES MORE OF THEM!!"

The guys are also completely giving in to their wicked thoughts, treating the girls bodies just as they like, without any signs of holding back.

Their dicks are finding full ecstasy inside the beautiful idols’s tight holes, making them moan, scream, or lustfully laughing out .

The girls show no signs of being “defeated“, the sexual acts right now are their ways of destress, at some point making the guys wonder if these girls are actually singers or someone else entirely.

“FUCKKKK!!! MY HOLES ARE SO FULL OF DICKS !!!!! FUCKKKKKK!!! NO WAY YOU GUYS … I … I WANT MORE!!! NAY DO YOU SEE THIS ??? I’M SO … I CAN’T STOP MYSELF!!! FEELING TOO FUCKING GREAT!!"

“I CAN’T STOP MYSELF EITHER JI!!! I CAN’T STOP ME!!! ME LIKEY … LIKEY SO MUCH!!! OH FUCKKK!!! MORE AND MORE PLEASE!!!"

The guys are making sure every positions for the girls, they would either do them facing each other or side by side, making the tensions and somewhat “competitions” more compelling and fascinating.

The girl’s holes are being stretched and gaped, their bodies full of sweats, some parts of their limbs are even having handprints.

Their mouths and hands are busy left and right, doing their best occupying the dicks from inside them and to their sides.

But they don’t seem to mind at all.

They only care on how much satisfaction they can get from the amount of dicks onto them.

As a result, their squirts are nothing but a culmination of full delights from their hard-line intercourses.

Time is slowly running out. Seeing the guys are close to reach their final climaxes, the girls are giving them signs to surround them like how they start, with them kneeling down in between the circle of guys, heads are tilting up, mouth open, waiting for the final explosions.

Their pretty faces are enough to make the guys feeling the pumps in their dicks, urging to burst out in any moment now.

“Cannot hold it anymore!!! GIRLS !! Take our cum!!!"

“Fuck yeh!!! Gonna give you huge loads!!!"

“GONNA CUMM!!! Gonna fucking cummm!!!"

“That’s it!!! Cum on us!!! GIVE US YOUR FINAL BLOW!!! End this with a HUGE BANG!!"

“Yes!!! MAKE A MESS ON US !! Do it guys!!! BLOW THEM OUT ON US!!! Make sure to give us your loads!!! We wanna remember tonight with some great selfies!!! SO DO IT!!! REALLY GIVE US THE CUM!!"

The moment finally comes, the guys shoot out their huge and thick strands of cum onto their beautiful sex partners.

Their cum increase one after another, flying straight onto the idols, either hitting Jihyo’s beautiful face, onto her massive tits, or hitting Nayeon’s sexy lips, cute twin tails or on their naked tummies.

It only takes a few seconds for the girls to be fully covered and painted with cum all over their bodies.

Their entire features are now being stained with cum, with the girls are now looking like abstract artworks in museums.

As the last guys finishes their ejaculations, the arm braces finally shut down their lights, signaling the end of the session.

Within seconds, the four guards open the doors, accompanying them are a group of cleaners dressing up in black protectives outfits akin to medical suits, entering the space without saying anything.

The male members, along with the guards, pick up each guys from the group, clean them up with their specialized sanitizer tanks, dress up their tired bodies like how they came in.

On the other corners, Jihyo and Nayeon, in their tired self, their body sore and their holes are throbbing, doing their best selfies together in both lewd and cute positions, with themselves still covered in thick cums.

The members of the cleaning team then help them form up makeshifts foldable bathroom stalls, help the girls clean up from their “sexual displays and evidences”.

Some minutes pass by, the girls are already back in their casual clothing states, with no sigh of any previous sexual activities, while guys are once again having their eyes and faces being hidden in black covers, with the guards and male cleaners drag them away.

The girls, while still tired,are slowly walking out of the room, let the rest of the cleaning crew do their parts, and at the end, the empty space is being cleaned to the very corners, leaving no trace of the sinful acts happened just two hours ago.

As Jihyo and Nayeon finally walk out of the stadium, there are many cars waiting for them outside.

As the last minute of nice gestures, the girls give out envelopes to each member of the cleaning crews, as they and the guards all bow to the girls, with the two bow back in returns .

The group of people then separate into different ways and disappear through the night, without the world knowing about the night time debacle.

As Jihyo and Nayeon, in their cars resting onto the seats, giggling and chatting about their “adventures”in small voices, suddenly they receive a message from both their phones :

" Hello Ma’am, or should I say Miss Nayeon and Miss Jihyo. I'm the representative of the four guards accompanied you tonight, we want to do our last report for you before we finally leave you to your lovely days ahead: as promised from our deals, we delivered the “packages“ back to where they came from, safe and sound, with of course some warnings and measures for them to make sure they will never ever speak out or spill out anything about tonight.

We can make sure of that for you so please don’t be worry, we have a lot of experiences in this matter. As for payments, we can’t thank you enough for the opportunities, as this is a life changing moment for us, and we’re forever grateful to you ladies.

This message will be the last time you will ever heard from us four, as this number will be disabled as soon as you leave the country.

We hope that one day we can tend to your needs once more.

Thank you for everything and goodbye, may you live well and prosper.

Your guards,

Leo - Raph - Donny - Mikey "

The two finish reading and look at another and nod.

They shall remember them.

As they arrive t the airport, they finish their process at immigration and catch up with the rest of the staff and members.

“Nayeon- unnie!!! Jihyo!!! We’re here!!” Sana raises her hand and waves as the two walked towards them.

“Hey girls!!!! We’re finally here!!! Sorry for the delay!!!! We got you some snacks and food!!! You’re all good? Nothing missing?” Jihyo promptly asks

“We double-checked just in case. We thought you stuck in traffic jam.”

“Good. Sorry Jihyo and I lost track of time but it was pretty exciting!!!”

“Oh really? Where did you two go?" Jeongyeon questions as Jihyo looks at Nayeon, the eldest is smiling back as the leader turns to the rest.

“Once we go back home, it’ll be story time, you’re gonna LOVE IT!"

[radiohao]

my dream buddy + nct wish

pairings: idol!nct wish x fem!idol!reader

warnings: babies (?), fluffy, mentions of food

wc: 1.5k

note: very heavily inspired by my dream buddy on youtube!! i watched the episodes with taesan, tws, and ateez and OMGG they are so KAYOOT!! it's basically where idols play with this baby named bom and try to put her to sleep at the end of the episode.

oh sion

"rookie idols and rookie babysitters!"

this man is ECSTATIC

he looks happier when you enter the room than when bom enters

"HELLOO Y/N-NIM!! oh hi bomi :)"

safe to say, you two suck at this ngl

bom starts crying right away and then you're both like BAYBEE CRYING BAYBEE CRYING WHAT DO WE DO

you take it upon you to pick her up and start patting her back

sion makes funny faces at her and she calms down eventually

when it's time to make food for bom, you and sion are carefully rolling the mixed rice into little balls for her

"your rice balls are so messy, make them neater!" you tease

"they taste the same aNYWAY"

he sneaks a piece into his mouth and is like "MM this actually tastes good!"

"sion, this is for the baby," you say with a laugh

"i know, just making sure it's nice and tasty for her!"

when you're feeding her, you do the little airplane method and sion makes annoying ass sound effects

"here comes the airplane, bom-i!"

"VVRRRROOOOOOMMMMMM!"

"SION."

"VVVOROROOROROMMM-"

you lightly smack sion and bom giggles

"see! she laughed!!!"

"at YOU."

a clip of you two goes viral on twitter where you two are smiling at bom while she's sleeping

@iloveohsion: these two are like young parents kkk they have no idea what they're doing

@wonbinslefttoe: sion and y/n are geeked outtt 😭

@btsarmy979: IM CRYINGG WHO LET THESE IDIOTS ON THE SHOW???

@mintgreenyeti: they're so stupidly cute together we need more sioy/n content!! 🤗

maeda riku

"two babysitters OR two babies, one babysitter?"

riku has two older sisters and he's used to being the youngest of the family

so it's no surprise that when you two are asked to go on the show together, it's basically you taking care of both bom AND riku

the two are playing together with bom's dinosaur toys

"rawwwrrr! i'm gonna get you-"

"riku-chan! can you help me clean up the toys please?"

"RAAAWWRRR! GRAAAH!!"

"i guess i'll do it myself then."

"no- wait i'll help you y/n!"

and when it's time to feed bom her lunch, you have to feed riku too

"bom-i say aahhh!"

"aaahh!"

"not you, riku."

he does eventually help you, cleaning up her plate

"you're a great babysitter, y/n-san." :-)

"that's very sweet of you, riku."

when you two have to put bom to sleep, she's so tired she falls asleep in literally 5 minutes

even bom's mom is surprised

so now u and riku are SPENT and lay down on the floor, falling asleep as well.

the staff have to shake you awake and tell you to go home 😭

at the end of the episode, a clip of you and riku snoring is shown and it's the most replayed part of the video (embarrassingly enough)

@pensaya: 21 minutes of y/n babysitting bom AND riku-chan

@kaiwaitonme: bom is TIRED of their bs I CANTT

@byuneuijoosgf: AWWW them falling asleep together on the floor after putting bom to sleep is so cute :') i love my riky/n!!

@pompompurin27: so is no one gonna talk about how riku was eating bom's food like it was his

tokuno yushi

"the most loving babysitters in the world! so soft even we were getting sleepy"

you and yushi are polar opposites

he's shy, you're far from that

he's soft spoken, and your "whisper" is the volume of his scream

so of COURSE your companies put you two together for this ep

your manager thought it was a horrible idea, but little does he know that opposites attract and that everyone would LOVE u two

the babysitting went by smoothly, with you playing with bom while yushi makes her lunch with careful hands

"bom, where's your nose? say noooseee!"

"y/n, would you like to taste test?"

"oh YES PLEASE!!'

you get up with bom in your arms and head to the kitchen where yushi is

"here you go." he holds up the rice ball near ur mouth

"yushi-kun, i can't grab it, i'm holding bom."

"..." he silently feeds you as you're trying so hard not to laugh

"stop laughing." "i'm not!!" "yes you are."

when it's time to put bom to sleep, you and yushi sing her a lullaby

your voices melt together so perfectly even the staff are getting sleepy

once the episode is over and you two are cleaning, you shoot your shot

"yushi-kun we did so good! we should go celebrate with some boba. whaddya say?"

"sounds good to me. :-)"

the two of you post a selfie at the boba shop and everyone FREAKS OUTTTT

@yushisupperlip: their voices sound SO GOOD together??? no joke i started feeling drowsy when they were singing to bom

@feelinggopop: this episode was so domestic 🥹 it's like they're an actual family! thank u 4 healing us yushy/n!! <3

@chaewonsgirl: the BEST example of yapper wife and listener husband fr

@ih8geometry: mama y papa. y/n and yushi adopt me pls

kim jaehee

"the smiliest babysitters that make themselves laugh more than bom"

not to brag but.... you and jaehee are literally the funniest babysitters ever

from the moment you walked in, you two were already cracking jokes

"y/n-nim have you ever babysitted anyone before?" jaehee asks

"mmm yeah i've looked over miso before."

"miso? who names their kid miso?"

"miso, my cat."

and for some reason neither of you want to set up her lunch box so you argue over it

"jaehee, i'm carrying bom. go set it up."

"but I'M entertaining her!!"

"KIM JAEHEE."

"Y/N L/N."

(you two set it up together as a compromise.)

when it's time to put her to sleep, he pulls out the xylophone and plays a song

"you are too good at this."

"why thank you :)"

you and jaehee sing stupid nursery rhyme songs to put bom to sleep and it works very well!

"i had fun today y/n-nim!" he says as you guys clean up

"so did i!" you smile

"we should hang out sometime."

"or now.." you grin

"i'm not opposed to that."

jaehee posts to his bubble a couple hours later with a pic of you and him at a convenience store

"had an amazing time today :-)"

@ilovecoachbags: BYE not them bringing the ijbol king and queen to the show 😭

@zb1wakeone: WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE IM CTFUUUU

@imsosleepy3: jaehee what is this behavior??? asking y/n to hang out???? can we possibly get another jaey/n selca????

@lokijeonghan: i know the staff had the best time today they were CACKLING behind those cameras

hirose ryo

“the maltese babysitter’s patience is tested”

now who the hellyonte decided it’d be a good idea to put u and ryo in the same room

you are literally the troublemaker of ur group, so best believe ur going to be a menace to the poor man

you’ll just sit there as ryo tends to bom, struggling because she's crying

“y/n-san, can you help me please?”

“with what? you seem like you’re doing perfectly fine”

“PLEASE HELP ME.” you laugh and take bom from his arms

and when you’re feeding bom snacks, he tries to feed her a piece but you snatch it and a take a bite instead

ryo looks at you like 😀 before you burst into laughter and he joins you

"it seems that you're hungry, y/n-" ryo's laugh is getting louder by the second

"i didn't have breakfast before i came"

you offer to put bom to sleep instead since u felt bad for teasing him this whole time

“are you sure?”

“yes, ryo-kun. i’ve caused enough trouble for you today” you say with a chuckle

“no you didn’t, i was having fun” he says while pouting and u resist the urge to pinch his cheek

HES SO KAYOOT

and when bom falls asleep you and ryo take a selfie doing the puppy ears pose and it goes VIRAL

@backon7444: ryo can't catch a break, if it's not sion teasing him it's y/n AXSDGKJ

@sabcarpenter99: y/n really got ryo hooting and hollering 😭😭

@rikushakes: AAAA THEM FEEDING BOM SO CUTE!! my ryoy/n pls never go bald!! <3333

@topofthewworld: their selca is giving me cuteness aggression

fujinaga sakuya

"warning! this video will give you cuteness aggression"

you and sakuya are the vocabulary definition of kawaiimaxxing

when you two arrive to the set you're both in cutesy outfits and the staff jokes that you two are cuter than bom LOL

surprisingly, you two took good care of bom

sakuya's the oldest sibling in his family so he's used to it

bom is so giggly and cheery it's so cute

"i think she thinks we're her age." you say with a chuckle

"we probably should have worn different outfits," saku jokes

you two give bom a full on LECTURE about her dino toys

"bom, can you say spinosaurus?" sakuya says

"she obviously can't say that yet. bom, can you say pterodactyl?"

the two of you are cackling

when it's time to feed bom, you and sakuya just watch her eat and snatch some of her snacks when she's not looking

and then u look at each other like 🤨🤨🤨 did u just steal this baby's food

bom takes a while to fall asleep because she was so energetic that day

you and saku are BEGGING her to fall asleep at this point

"bom PLEASEEE, we're trying to go home" sakuya pleads

"at least pretend to close your eyes" you add

and when she does, you two are so fed up you go out to get hotpot after, posting a selfie with the caption "babysitting shift over"

@mybubblegummy: no offense bom but ur babysitters are so much more adorable !!!! sakuy/n 4 lyfe!!

@ihavecrampskms: WAITT... i NEED both of their outfit details NEOWWW

@justonedaybts: omg not BOTH of them stealing bom's food 😭 LEAVE HER ALONEENEHBW

@strangeandteam: them begging bom to fall asleep and her looking at them like 🙂 had me CRYINGGG

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author's note: if anyone cares the users i created were my current thoughts while writing this HAHA thank u for reading and pls like or reblog if enjoyed <3 have a good day!

+ I LEARNED HOW TO DO CUSTOM TEXTS COLORS IM SO HAPPY

[rosenclaws]

chocolate || Worst Logan drabble

warnings: minors dni, flirting, logan and the reader are pervs low key, spice but no smut

wc: 818

a/n: ngl I saw this picture again and my mind kinda went feral. I guess that was my motivation for todayu sadfl;kj anyways ty @lubdubology for igniting the freak in me once again

You should really stop sneaking off to the kitchen in the middle of the night. The things you see living with Wade...it's too much. Plus he brought home a very hot stray and now you're living with two superpowered men who really don't have any shame anymore. But you were hungry and Wade had a stash of your favorite chocolate somewhere in the cabinets.

You tip toe out to the kitchen, breathing a sigh of relief when you see it empty. You open the cabinets and move around the dishes. Nothing. Maybe he put it on top? You climb onto the kitchen counter looking for that damn box of chocolate.

"God dammit Wade where did you put it." You mumble quietly. You're too wrapped up to notice the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Now Logan has never been a great sleeper and tonight was no different. He just needs some water, or whiskey. Whatever he finds first. Though he doesn't expect to see you on the counter blindly looking for something.

He should say something. Make his presence known. But damn those tight pajama shorts look good on you. He licks his lips as he watches your ass shake as you struggle to reach the top of the cabinets. God he's such a perv.

"Looking for something sweetheart?" He asks, finally deciding he's been staring long enough.

"Logan!" You squeak as you almost slip off the marble. You turn to look at him and fuck...it should be a crime to be as handsome as this man was.

He was shirtless, of course he was. Actually he sleeps naked but he remembered to put on clothes before coming out here this time. His hair was all messy from the tossing and turning. His firm chest has a small sheen of sweat from the hot weather. Gray sweatpants rest low on his hips and leave nothing to the imagination. Your eyes zero in on that one little vein that likes to pop out. You wanna follow it with your tongue to figure out just where it goes. He looked like walking sex.

You close your legs, becoming very aware of how little clothing you're wearing. When you drag your eyes up his body to meet his eyes you see the wide grin on his face.

Busted.

Now he doesn't feel so bad about staring at your ass for so long. He walks over to you quietly, staring you down like his chosen prey.

"You're looking in the wrong place." He hums.

He gently grabs your knees and pushes your legs apart, resting them around his hips loosely. You can barely breathe as he leans in close, his chest right in your face as he reaches up and plucks the box from what seems like thin air. He looks down at your wide eyes and just smirks.

"Found them." He places the box on the counter and takes the lid off. Grabbing a piece and popping it on his mouth. The pleasurable moan he lets leave his lips is absolutely sinful.

"I see why you wanted these so bad." Logan grabs another piece and holds it up to your lips.

"Open up sweetheart." You grab his wrist to keep it there, opening your mouth and taking the sweet from his hands. His eyes grow darker as you stare directly at him. Your tongue peaking out as you lick your lips clean of some of the melted chocolate.

"Fuck me." He whispers under his breath. But being quiet was never his specialty and you heard it. You could hear how hungry he sounded.

The low growl in his voice making you shiver. Your eyes trail down to his arms and you feel yourself growing hungry for something other than chocolate. Something like...a 200 year old mutant with claws.

"I'm trying." You shoot back. He raises an eyebrow but otherwise seems to stand his ground. He won't let you shake him that easy.

"You have no idea what you're asking for sweetheart." His hands slide under your shirt. Their warmth sets your skin on fire.

"Oh I think I do." You wait for Logan to make a move but he doesn't. His thumb rubbing your side gently. Fine, you'll just have to make the move.

"This has been fun Logan...but if you're just going to stand here. I think I'll go back to my room." You hop off the counter, purposely rubbing against his crotch as you do so. His eyes shut at the friction. A low groan falling from his lips.

You grab the chocolate and walk back to your room. Though you don't make it far as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

You drop the box as Logan carries you easily back to his room. What a shame, you'll have to apologize to Wade tomorrow.

As for tonight, well you're getting something even better.

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Summer Fruits - Carlos Sainz x Reader

Plot: Picking berries in a field with Carlos Sainz in the summer in your prettiest sundress.

"Come on Carlos, its such a nice day today!" you say to your boyfriend Carlos who was lazing about on the sofa while you had the wide doors open to the back garden so the warm summer breeze could come through the room.

"I'm just so tired after last weekend though, we should just stay here and cuddle all day" he grins pulling you closer into him as he hugs you tightly.

"Carlosssss please! I wanna go out and do something!" you complain as he smushes your face against his making you grumble before it turns into a laugh.

"See your perfectly content here mi amor, why do we have to leave?" he asks sitting up with you falling onto his lap.

"Because i want to go out to a farm and pick fruit in a cute dress and have a picnic with you and talk about how well you've been doing in Williams and how im so proud of you!" you grin at him, you were beyond proud of him.

"Okay, well maybe we should go get dressed if were going for this ... fruit picking?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Mmmmm i was researching this place where they give you a basket and you can pick as much as you can fill the basket with" you smile and he cocks his head to the side.

"How on earth does that work?" he asks in shock.

"What do you mean?" you frown.

"People could bring in tubs and hoard more if they wanted to, thats no way to run an effective business!" he offers looking horrified at the idea.

"Mmmm well they have a no bags policy so it would be hard to sleep out with a tub yano?" you smile and he thinks for a second.

"If i owened my burger pancake shop i wouldn't run it like that ... with the promise of potentially stolen produce!" he exclaims.

"Oh come on, I'm already dressed so ill make the picnic and then you can get out of ... whatever this current get up is" you suggest looking at his Nike basketball shorts and scrumpled up team top.

"Okay okay, ill wear a nice shirt and shorts hows that?" he asks hands in the air in defence.

"Perfect, off you pop!" you say lightly tapping his cheek as you get off him and smoothly guide into the kitchen your sundress swaying as you do.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you look in these dresses" he whispers into your ear as he comes up behind you.

"Carlos!! Go get ready!" You giggle as you try to flick him away from opening up the tassle that ties up the top of the dress.

"Fine fine!" he sulks before going up the stairs.

You craft the picnic making little salad and vegetable boxes. Taking cupcakes and cookies from the pantry that you'd baked earlier on in the week when Carlos had been at the Williams Factory with Alex prepping after last race.

You add some juice and champagne just for good measure as Carlos comes running down the stairs looking the the mirror pushing back his hair.

"Ready?" you ask him and he nods taking the basket off you a hand going to your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Yes, im guessing im driving?" he smiles and you nod, you never liked driving unless it was when Carlos was tired after a long weekend of racing but other than that you remained passenger princess.

You guys drove to the location in his car, this one was perfect for a summers drive, a convertible Audi that just felt right on the roads you were curving round.

The breeze was nice, taking away the impact of the sun for now.

Once you got to the farm, you could see it was pretty busy making you grab Carlos' hand.

"And this is why i like to stay in" he teases and you lightly slap his shoulder.

"Come on, i think we pay and get baskets over there" you grin and pull Carlos along as you walk up to the stand that had a number of wicker baskets and a little old lady behind the counter of the wooden shack handing them out and taking payments.

"Hiya can we just have one basket please?" you ask politely. You pay for the basket despite Carlos arguing that he would and could pay for it, which you knew yet decided to ignore.

You guys walk through seeing some kids running through a corn maze before going straight to the open grass field where loads of other couples and families were gathered with lunches they'd brought with them.

Carlos lays the blanket down, before laying down on his back patting the place next to him.

You guys just cuddle and talk for a little bit watching the fluffy clouds go past and discussing the shapes of each that were of a notable sort.

"Lets eat, im hungry!" you say, sitting up and grabbing the basket and decanting all the food you'd brought.

"Wow you brought a feast!" he grins, going straight in for a carrot stick and houmous. He takes notice of the mini sandwiches excitedly not knowing what to eat next.

"Such a treat mi amor!" he grins and you chuckle.

"Yet YOU complained!" you grin handing him a glass of orange juice mixed with the champagne you'd brought.

"Mmmmm, yeah im glad you convinced me. Its a really nice day!" he claims and you can only laugh agreeing with him. The picnic finishes up once all the foods done and Carlos shakes out the blanket making sure no mud or grass is stuck on the base. He folds it up with your help, which he kept arguing wasn't helpful.

He takes the basket in one hand with the blanket under his arm and your hand in the other as you guys him closer to the open fruit field. You guided him through a row of strawberries showing him what you found and asked him which ones you should choose.

"These look the best colour" he points at some smaller red ones which you grinned at. The smaller ones always taste better and you held it up to him.

"Looks good, but only take the higher up ones yes?" he says and you laugh, finding it funny how serious he looked right now.

"Ohhh look there some blackberries over there! We can get fresh ones for your nutritionist to make you that compote with the oats that you like. She'll be chuffed with that!" you mumble off leaving Carlos to run after you now also holding the fruit picking basket.

"Slow down, mi amor have you even got all the strawberries you'd like?" he asks trying to keep up with you.

"Mmmmm, maybe but we can come back for more if not!" you grin taking a look at the blackberries before pulling a few ripe ones that caught your eye.

"These look perfect don't ya think?" you grin showing him the stem you'd just plucked off.

"Mmmmm as perfect as you" he grins cheesily making you shake youd head, tapping him on the chest as you lean up to kiss him. He kisses back despite the amount he's holding.

"I love you" he sighs with a shake of his head.

"Come on omg they have Raspberries" you cry grabbng his arm once again, leaving Carlos to shake his head.

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Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 1

characters- Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Nahoya, Souya, Hanma, Kisaki

Read the second part here

Proofread by my lovely partner @nxll-n4m3

Mikey-

Packing a respectable 5.8 inches, with a light pink tip and a couple of small bluish purple vains that aren't really noticeable unless he's painfully hard, he doesn't really curve to one side or the other, but he has a subtle upward curve. He doesn't strike me as the type who tries too hard with grooming, but he at least tries every now and again. But the hairs down there are the same pretty strawberry blonde as his hair, pretty thin and a little wispy with a slight curl towards the end.

Draken-

PUH-LEASE. This boy is fucking HUNG and he knows how to use it too. Curves hard left as well. He doesn't have the most experience as I can't imagine him sleeping around much, but he's heard the girls at the brothel complain enough that he generally knows what to do and what not to do. 7.9 inches holy GAWD. I think he stays pretty on top of grooming, manscapes at least once every other week. Also blonde, but I think he's got more curls than Mikey. Definitely a lot thicker. Also, completely random, but I feel like he'd totally fuck with coconut body wash and shampoo.

Mitsuya-

Another man who's got a rather mid-sized length, I'd say probably like 5.4. The prettiest pinkish lavender tip, and oh my god I mean it when I say this man's cock is beautiful. It deserves to be worshipped. Not all that big, BUT he makes up for it by knowing all the sweet spots. Not to mention he's the KING of foreplay and aftercare. He for sure stays on top of his grooming game, he can't stand feeling like he looks sloppy. He's got a pretty tuft of curly white hair right at the base of his dick, very well maintained and usually actually smells pretty good. Again, this man is on top of his hiegene and he wants all of him to smell good and look good at all times. (Not that he could ever look bad)

Baji-

I'd guess about 6.3 in size for him, and his tip is red and angry like his face (I'm joking. Mostly, but he does get painfully hard very quickly) there's a thick ass pinkish vein that runs from base to tip, and he will full body shiver if you lick the whole thing. I'm sorry, but I cannot for the life of me imagine that this man gives a singular fuck about grooming down under. He might trim a little or shave on occasion, but that's only if it gets annoying. However, his hair is effortlessly shiny and beautiful no matter where it is on his body. I have no idea how he does it. But, if it bugs you, he would (begrudgingly) start manscaping more often.

Kazutora-

LITTLE DICK SUPREMACY

Okay- little known fact, but I kind of have a thing for subby guys with little dicks, that and I want to give some variety so I'm not making them all unrealistically huge. So I'm gonna say this man sits at about 4.2. Not rediculously small, but definitely not big either. But it's okay, because he'd much rather be under you anyways. Slightly unrelated but this boy has trust issues so please be kind to him, hold his hand and tell him how good he's being, he will absolutely start crying. Never really even thought about his hair down there, never paid any mind to it, and probably wouldn't unless you brought it up. But I see him being super understanding and chill with it if you want him to groom more often.

Chifuyu-

Another one on the slightly smaller side, probably only around 4.5 to 4.6 with a sort of muted pink tip. He's actually kind of self conscious about it, so he's a bit sensitive if you make fun of him for it, but he'll fold instantly if you praise him in any way, shape, or form. I feel like he's the type to get all embarrassed and blushy super easily despite trying to play it cool. Would not admit he's a bottom out loud but everyone can pretty much tell anyways. Honestly pretty clean, I feel like pubes might bug him. He might try to keep a small tuft down there just because he feels it's more masculine, but I'd reckon he'd prefer it clean shaven. Less of a hassle and it doesn't get on his nerves that way.

Hakkai-

Oh, this poor sweet boy. So much dick that he has no idea how to use 🥺 I can't imagine him topping for the life of me, so it's almost adorable how his monstrous 8.3 inches just hangs there uselessly hanging as he gets pounded into his next life, squealing like a little bitch, whimpering and whining and pleading and- *AHEM* anyways. I imagine he's pretty alright with grooming, mostly because he super looks up to Mitsuya, who had told him at some point or another that it was important to look clean everywhere. But I don't think he's quite that good at manscaping though to his credit, he does at least try. He's got a decent sized tuft of thick, curly black hair that he trims maybe once a month or so when he remembers. But he'd get better about it in a heartbeat if you asked him to and gave him some basic block of instruction. Smells like vanilla though, so there's that.

Nahoya-

Nahoya's got a relatively solid 6.2, with a slight curve to the left and a pale tip. I feel like he'd probably be more experienced with it than his brother, even though his twin is a little bigger. He just strikes me as much more of the playboy type. (Probably gets hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) super duper curly hair down there, ginger just like the hair on his head. Probably keeps it moderately well groomed. Enough to be presentable for the ladies (and the lads-)

Souya-

Similar to his brother (no shit they're identical twins) but with slight differences. For starters, he's ever so slightly bigger, measuring up to about 6.6, and he curves pretty hard right instead of slight left. He's not too experienced, but he strikes me as a rather quick learner. He doesn't normally care to groom all that much, but after getting into a relationship, especially if you guys are sexually active, he will actually start to manscape on occasion. Also super duper curly hair, but it's light blue instead of ginger, again matching his hair.

Hanma-

(Definitely gets INSTANTLY rock hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) 7.9, same as Draken, difference is that Hanma has less girth. A tall, skinny dick for a tall, skinny boy. But he knows how to break you and he will go hard when he's domming. Or alternatively, when he's in the mood to sub, he gets a little bratty (just give his cock a rough squeeze and he'll shut right up) dark brown almost black hair, thick and curly. Contrary to popular belief I feel like he would put at least some effort into grooming, though he does forget sometimes.

Kisaki-

Oh, this boy. Solid middle of the road (just like his height- jk this boy short asf) but I think he'd have maybe around a 5.3 or 5.4 length wise. Pretty average around too, not particularly skinny but not particularly girthy either. Would absolutely fight you for dominance every time, and lose every time. This boy would rather die than ever admit he's a bottom, and he's 100% a brat until you edge him to the point he's sobbing. DEFINITELY clean. Well kept, grooms just about every day to every other day, and I feel like there's a fifty fifty chance he also dyes his pubes blonde. I can see him doing that. But this man hates being dirty at all. And tell me why I feel like his hipster ass smells like pumpkin spice all year round? All in all, a well kept, bratty little bitch.