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yundeob · 10 months ago

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A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— IN THEATRES

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

a/n: for updates, follow my blog! this will be a work-in-progress so I ask for your support:(🙏

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simpforboys · 4 months ago

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Surprise! (3)

Drew Starkey x fem!singer!reader

Summary: reader and Drew celebrate the release of the ‘Perfume’ music video!

Warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), praise, swearing, male masturbation, dirty talk, missionary position, sex on couch, daddy kink, protective piv sex, boob worship (?), drinking wine, fangirling

Part one, part two, part four

taglist is full :(

Two weeks had went by.

Two long, busy weeks of you not hearing much from Drew, other than the promotions and photo stills you would send him.

It was finally the release day, and within 18 hours, the video had already reached 200 million views.

You were currently sitting on your light grey couch, flicking through Netflix movies when your phone buzzed with a notification.

Drew Starkey: Hey, congrats on the success of the video. I’m still very honored you wanted me to he apart of it. You still down to celebrate?

Oh.

In all honesty you were expecting Drew to stop talking to you after the shoot.

But within those two weeks, you were both extremely busy, so reaching out was hard.

That didn’t mean you two didn’t text at all, it was just two or three messages a day.

Drew was notorious for being a bad texter, not to mention how filled up his schedule was.

So you never took it to heart. Or, at least tried.

But seeing the notification that he actually still wanted to hang out, wanted to celebrate with you…

Your User: hi, thank you so much! i’m still so happy and grateful you said yes <33

Your User: and yes i’m still down to celebrate!! when are you free?

Maybe the double texting was too much, but you were already a glass of wine in, and texting your celebrity crush.

To your surprise, he replied pretty quickly.

Drew Starkey: I’m actually free rn surprisingly, are you?

Oh.

You were in fact free, but ready was the better question.

No, you were not ready to see Drew fucking Starkey, especially looking like how you were currently dressed.

Only wearing sweatpants, a shirt that is three sizes too big, fuzzy socks, and no bra was not exactly presentable to meet the love of your life.

Your User: yes, but i look absolutely horrible rn

Again, another quick response.

Drew Starkey: I doubt that. Can I come see you?

You typed out a message.

Your User: CNEOSHWOSHEODNEOWHSOWBSIFBEOSBAJDBDKDHOSBSKSBDJSHS😜✊👍😜🤭🔥🫶😩

That was what you really wanted to reply with, but instead went for something more nonchalant.

Your User: yeah, you want my address?

It was never good to share your address to anyone online, especially after only meeting in person twice.

But it was Drew Starkey. You would send anything to that man, no questions asked.

Drew Starkey: Yes please

You had spent the last 30 minutes frantically cleaning your apartment. Not that it was a complete mess, but you did want it to be cleaner than what it was.

A soft knock on your door was heard, heart pounding in your chest, hands shaking with nervousness.

Peeking through the peephole, seeing his familiar face was enough to make you almost back out.

Why did you have to be so fucking nervous? He was just a man.

Your fingers unlocked the door, opening it gently.

“Hey, Y/n.” Drew smiled warmly at you, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi… come on in.” You grinned back, trying to hide the feeling in your chest.

Drew’s long legs guide him inside the apartment and he takes a second to look around.

It was cozy, and definitely you.

“I got these f’you.” He hums, holding out the flowers.

“Oh, these are my favorite flowers, Drew… you didn’t have to do that.” You awed, taking the bouquet as he practically handed it to you.

He knew they were your favorite flowers. He might have looked up y/n l/n’s favorite flower onto Google. Not that he would ever admit that, though.

“Really? Damn, lucky pick, I guess.” He chuckled, scratching the side of his neck a little sheepishly.

Putting the flowers in a vase, you realized that he was wearing sweats and a hoodie. It was 10:23pm on a Friday, and clearly you two were appreciating a night off.

It made you feel better about your outfit.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have white or red wine, beer, vodka, soda, water…” You trailed off your options.

“What’re you drinking?” He hummed.

You nodded over to the coffee table, an open bottle of wine with a half filled glass on it.

“Wine.”

“I’ll just have some of that, then.” Drew murmurs.

You grabbed another wine glass and walked over to the couch, hearing his feet behind you.

Sitting down on the couch, you got all comfortable underneath the blanket again, then reached over to pour him a glass of wine.

“Cheers, to the success of ‘Perfume’, and to you.” Drew says softly, holding his glass out for you to clink.

Feeling your face grow a bit warm, you tapped your glass with his.

“Cheers to you being amazing.” You took a sip of the wine, your eyes locked onto his blue ones.

“You have a nice apartment, by the way. Forgot to say that.” He hums.

“Thank you, I wanted to make it as cozy as possible for those rare times I am at home.” You explain.

"Yeah, I get that. Life nowadays is just so hectic." He agrees, blue eyes trailing over your face, as if committing each feature to memory.

"Well, yeah. You're all big and famous now," you tease.

He chuckles sheepishly, his large hand running along the back of his head.

"You have any big plans coming up?" He asked you.

"Yeah, actually. I'm supposed to be preforming at the iHeartRadio Jingle Ball festival in a week," you nod.

"Really? Damn. That beats me, then." He joked.

"What do you have coming up?" You questioned.

"Variety is going to have Harris Dickinson and I do that Actors on Actors interview thing."

"Yeah? That sounds fun," you hummed.

The two of you spent an hour and a half talking about life, success, and just got to know each other.

You both finished the bottle of wine and were now onto your second bottle, the two of you tipsy as you giggled on the couch.

Your body felt warm and you weren't completely sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that a beautiful man was sitting a foot away from you on your own couch.

Drew felt the same, and one specific joke you made had him laughing a little too hard. His eyes creased in the corner as he smiled, those pretty dimples on display.

But when his large hand went to rest on your knee, the wine in your system completely fought off your anxiety, making you more relaxed.

You found yourself leaning into his touch, your hand resting atop of his.

"Your laugh is so cute, Drew," you murmured.

"Yeah? You're cute," he responded.

You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his. "Is that the alcohol talking or you?"

He grinned, shaking his head.

"That's me talking."

Oh.

"You're sweet..." you trailed off, trying to ignore how butterflies filled your belly.

He just hummed, a comfortable, tension-filled silence falling between you two.

"So, you really had a crush on me for four years?" He teased, squeezing your knee a little.

"Oh, god. We're back at this now, huh?" You grumbled in embarrassment, although there was no real malice behind your tone.

He smirked, licking his lips. "We never left it."

"I certainly did."

"Yeah? You don't have a crush on me anymore?" He murmured, the playful tone in his voice making your stomach turn more.

"I didn't say that...." you trailed off, picking at the extra skin near your nails.

His eyes trail over your form again, taking in every inch of you he can see that's not hidden by the blanket on your lap.

"Hm? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

You rolled your eyes, face hot. "I'm sure you didn't."

He laughed, scooting a little closer to you so your legs were touching.

"'m just fucking with you," he said softly.

"I know..." you glanced over at him, eyes instinctively falling down to his pretty lips.

It had been too long since you felt them on you.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the boost of confidence Drew had gotten, but he slowly leaned in, his free hand going to run his index finger and thumb on your chin.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah... yes..." you breathed out shakily, heart racing.

He hummed, gently connecting your lips to his own.

Feeling that familiar, addictive spark when his skin touched yours. You immediately kissed back, your left hand going to cup his jaw.

Kissing. You were kissing Drew fucking Starkey. And it wasn't for work, wasn't for cameras. He kissed you first.

Within moments, he was laying you back on the light grey couch, the fluffy blanket being left abandoned on the floor.

His tongue was in your mouth, sculpted body hovering over yours. Your thighs were spread for him to nestle in between, left hand still cupping his strong jaw, right hand in that soft brown hair.

On instinct you pulled a little on the strands, making him grunt into your mouth. He disconnected your lips, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your jaw and neck.

Chests pressed together, it was as if you two couldn't get any closer.

"Mhmm... Drew..." you whimpered softly when he nipped at the skin of your pulse point.

"Yeah? That feel nice, sweet girl?" He murmured, voice muffled from his attention on your neck.

You nodded, legs squeezing him in between your body.

"Can I take your shirt off, baby?" He asked, not wanting to do anything you weren't desiring.

"Please.." you breathed out, heart racing, stomach flipping.

His large hand slipped the oversized fabric off and over your head, a small whine leaving him when he saw your pretty tits.

"Fuck, Y/n... you been hiding these from me?" He mumbled teasingly, continuing his line of kisses and nibbles down your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts.

"All you needed to do was ask," you panted. Your back instinctively arched up, your chest needing some attention from his warm mouth.

He groaned at your answer, moving slightly down your body until he was eye level with your hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around the bud, blue eyes locked on your face when he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

Your body jolted a little, making him hold your side with his left hand, his right hand massaging the other stiffened bud.

He switched sides after a few moments, relishing in the sounds of your pretty moans and pants.

But something else was throbbing and aching, desperately needing his attention.

"Drew," you whined.

"Hmm?" He hummed, still worshipping your boobs.

"Need you."

"Yeah?" He cooed, reluctantly disconnecting his mouth from your right nipple as he continued to kiss down your stomach.

You nod, breathing short and needy. He got to the waistband of your sweatpants, looking back up at you.

"You can take those off too." You gave permission, already knowing what the man was going to ask.

He wasted no time in slipping the fabric down your legs, readjusting so his face was in between your spread thighs.

"Look how you ruined these panties, pretty girl... you're so needy f'me, huh?" He murmured softly.

All you could do was whine when he pressed a tender kiss to your clothed clit, the fabric absolutely soaked. It had been way too long since you'd had sex.

His large hand slid the fabric down your thighs, leaving you completely bare for him.

"So beautiful, baby. So beautiful..." he muttered, talking more to himself than you.

Your legs twitched when he flicked his tongue against your clit, hands digging in his hair.

"Drew--"

"I know, baby. Let daddy eat this pretty pussy, yeah? Just sit back and relax."

A needy whimper left your mouth, but you didn't respond. Not that you could, as he licked a stripe from your pulsating hole to the top of your clit.

He hoisted your thighs over his broad shoulders, moaning a little at your taste. His movements became more eager, beginning to lap at your cunt like a starved man.

Right hand in his hair, left hand gripping the couch. Your eyes rolled back, hips bucking up towards his face.

He made a grunt directly into your clit, another jolt of pleasure going into your body.

"Daddy... fuck..."

His piercing blue eyes were feeding off of your facial expressions, his cock throbbing in his own sweats.

He slipped two fingers into your cunt, focusing his mouth on your clit. His left hand slid down his own pants, beginning to palm his cock through his boxers.

"Yeah? Is daddy making you feel good, sweet girl?" He coos, whining a little as his own hips buck on the couch, desperate for more friction.

His noise and hips bucking made your cunt clench around his fingers, as if trying to pull him in deeper.

The knot in your stomach was already forming, almost embarrassing how quickly he turned you into a mess.

Legs trembling over his shoulders, hips rocking against his face and chin. You couldn't even announce you were coming, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

He hummed when he noticed you releasing, continuing to lap up all your juices as he came in his pants.

When your body calmed down, he pulled away from your pussy and kneeled in between your legs.

He peeled his own hoodie off, revealing that perfect, toned body of his again. Your eyes drank in the sight, licking your lips.

“You’re so hot, Drew…” you murmured.

His ears were ringing, need coursing through his veins as he slipped off his sweats and boxers.

You had to physically hold back a gasp when you saw his cock for the first time.

People had always written it differently in all those guilty pleasure Rafe Cameron fanfics you would read when you couldn’t sleep.

But seeing it in person was just a whole new experience.

It was long and thick, which was to be expected. The man radiated big dick energy.

Pretty mushroom tip that was still leaking, his pubic hair slightly fuzzy as if he hadn’t shaved it in a week.

“Holy shit…”

“Mhm? Better than you imagined?” He asked teasingly, a smirk on his face as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes, a small snicker leaving you.

He rolled the condom onto his shaft, moving to hover over you again.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked softly, eyes gazing intently into yours.

“Yes… please fuck me, daddy.”

He let out a small groan, nestling himself in between your thighs. He used a long, strong arm to grab a couch pillow and tuck it under your hips.

You watched as he teasingly slid his head up and down your slit, tapping it against your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg.

Your pretty begging weakened his resolve as he slowly slid into you.

Whimpers and noises of pleasure left the both of you at the feeling, a course of energy being shared within your two bodies.

He kept pushing until he was all the way inside, giving you a moment to adjust as he captured your lips in his.

Your hands roamed over his biceps and back, loving the way the muscles flex against your palms. His skin was burning, adding to the electric feel.

When he felt you stop tensing around him, he began to slowly pull back, before pushing in, creating a delicious rhythm.

“Fuck… you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” He moaned.

Your legs tightened around his hips, a noise leaving you as he rubbed right against that spongy spot.

“So deep, Drew… can feel you so deep,” you whined in between breaths.

“Yeah? You take this dick so good, pretty girl.”

His movements were getting a little rougher with every minute passing, both of you needing this.

Your crush on him for four years, the sexual tension you shared in the music video, the chemistry when you first met him on The Tonight Show.

It was all so surreal and felt like you were living straight out of a fanfic or dream.

His head dropped down to your chest, clearly having a thing for your hardened nipples as he nibbled gently.

Maybe one day Drew would fuck you without the condom and be able to feel your warm, velvety walls squeezing him without the protection.

He could dream.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You swore, the pillow under your hips allowing for his tip to kiss your cervix with every thrust.

“Mhm, yeah. Good girl.” He praised breathlessly, feeling a little lightheaded from everything.

The couch creaked a little beneath you two, your nails digging into his back.

He was already close, eyes fluttered shut as he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

His calloused thumb went to rub your clit, making your legs twitch around his sculpted hips.

Your cunt squeezed around his cock, your belly on fire with your building orgasm.

“You gonna cum f’me, sweet girl?” He choked out, hips snapping against yours.

“Y-yes!” You squeak, mind hazy, body trembling.

“Yeah… that’s it… let me feel you…”

His breathy words, deep penetration, and touch on your clit sent you over the edge again.

You moaned loudly, clinging onto his body as he talked you through your orgasm.

He was also talking himself through it, feeling his cock twitch as he spilled his seed into the condom.

His body was still against yours, both of you catching your breaths from the intensity.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead again, his chest rising and falling.

“You okay?” He asked you softly.

“Mhm… ‘m good…”

You kissed his lips again, more gently this time. His nose brushed against yours when he pulled away, lips connecting to your cheek.

He reluctantly slid out of you, kneeling between your legs again as his blue eyes gazed down at your cunt.

“Did you bring any more condoms?” You ask after a few moments.

He looks at your face, then reaches over to grab his wallet. He pulls out two more condom wrappers.

You grinned, licking your lips.

“So are we going two more rounds or what?”

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satkru · 4 months ago

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੭* ‧₊° ichigo kurosaki x male reader

*๑♡՞ . rough sex , enemies to lovers , barely legal adults , little to no respect for one another during sex , raw sex , public sex

p.s . i have literally little to no idea how accurate my writing abt ichigo will be as i've really only watched the series until like ep 8-9(??) i'll probably pick it back up once i find the motivation to but rn im freeballing this 💔

ichigo and y/n had a rivalry known throughout the entirety of the whole school. a rivalry so bad that the administration of the school had to put them on two different floors with two different schedules in order for them to not engage with one another, otherwise it would end in an intense scrabble of sorts.

but that still didnt stop the two from sharing nasty glares at one another from time to time, no one really knew how they started such a rival-ship, but some just say that they stepped on the wrong foot and never recovered from it.

the true reason for such an intense relationship is that they both had an eye for the lovely lady known as Orihime. Her gorgeous orange eyes paired with her flowy ginger hair was a match made in heaven. Both of them could not keep their eyes off of that girl.

but one faithful day, after school had ended and the halls were empty. the two were set up to clean the rooms, with a teacher on the scene of course. Each time they came close to the others proximity, it was like watching two territorial dogs growling at each other, waiting for the other to strike.

but that strike never came as long as the professor was around. Eventually, the period of peace had to come to an end, as the teacher exclaimed they needed to use the restroom. "dont you two dare lay a hand on each other while im gone, or else you two are suspended for the rest of the year", the words burned into the nerves of the two.

"so, do you still like orihime" y/n asked as he swept the remaining dust on the floor, "why is that any of your business" ichigo spat out, a hint of anger laced his tone. "just wondering, you know. she has been looking at me twice now".

ichigo gripped onto the handle of his own broom, trying to contain his anger. "shes been getting quite.. close, to me" y/n said with a chuckle, he knew what he was doing was ticking off his rival, but the sensation of pissing someone off just called to him.

"she asked me to go to her house today, but dont worry, i'll make sure to save some space for you" kurosaki couldnt hold his jealously anymore, although he knew y/n was bluffing, the thought of him with his crush agitated him. and with that, he found himself throwing the broom across the room, almost hitting y/n in the process.

the man grinned, an annoying feature ichigo had always hated whenever he and y/n got into disputes. "uh oh, did i make sweet kurosaki angryy" y/n said with fake innocence in his voice, pouting his lip and laying a finger on his chin to enhance his "sweetness".

"shut your mouth already" kurosaki growled, his hands clenched into fists as he watched y/n continue to piss him off. "you'll never be with such a girl, soon enough, she'll be begging for me and my dick soon, her pussy will remember the shape of me and make enough room to fit me. she'll never think of you again after i go over to her house."

each word out of y/n's mouth pissed ichigo more off than before, his eyes were glued to the floor to not meet eyes, otherwise, the situation would get out of hand. the teasing man began walking towards kurosaki, his face still in an annoyingly smug expression.

"c'mon kurosaki, look at me, remember my face for the rest of your goddamn life. remember that i'll be the one taking care of who you thought was going to be your future wife." ichigo couldnt take the amount of disrespect he was experiencing, causing him to throw an unexpected punch towards y/n, making him fall to the floor with blood dripping from his nose.

although it was sudden, y/n expected such a reaction, this was all apart of his plan of course. ichigo reached down and grabbed y/n by the throat and pulled him up so they could be eye to eye. "you fucking bitch, youre getting me all riled up for what? huh? do you get off of this?" y/n chuckled dryly, "and what if i do?". such a response threw ichigo off guard, causing him to receive a heavy punch to his cheek.

"dont tell me youre gonna kink shame me, kuro" ichigo steadily hoisted himself up with the help of the desks, his breath more heavy than before. "god do you ever stop talking" the ginger haired man whispered under his breath, barely audible but still loud enough to be caught by y/n's hearing. "dont be so mean ichi-" before he could finish his sentence, kurosaki lunged forward and managed to grab a hold of y/n's hair, twisting his hair enough and slamming his face into the desk.

"i can see you've gotten a bit more intelligent when it comes to fighting now, is that black haired girl training you?" kurosaki froze, how the fuck did he know about rukia? ichigo tumbled over his words, trying to make up excuses and babbling on about stories that made no sense. "you know, there is a way to keep me from outing you" y/n said, his voice drenched in hunger and lust. the ginger sneered, "oh fuck it"

and with that, ichigo hurriedly unbuckled his belt and shuffled his boxers down. leaving no room for hesitance, "god, all of your teasing has made me rock fucking solid.." kurosaki said as he watched his own cock puylse and twitch. y/n hummed as he too began to undress his lower half, slipping ichigo's hard on between his ass.

"i cant take anymore of your games" ichigo growled as he then thrusted himself into his once rival, earning a loud moan from him. each thrust was ravenous, filled to the brim with both anger and frustration. "youre so tight.." kurosaki groaned, his hand intangled with y/n's hair strand then sharply pulled back, earning another ear piercing moan.

"yes..! just like that ichigo! fuck me harder!!" y/n screamed as he reached back to spread his ass more, helping ichigo's long and hard cock reach more places y/n didn't even think could be reached. both kurosaki's and y/n's loud and lustful noises could be heard throughout the entirety of the hallway.

"you never were actually after orihime were you.. fuck.. you were after me" ichigo said with a strained voice, his time was ticking and he knew it. y/n's obnoxiously loud noises never quieted down, instead, they grew louder, more hungry for action. "use me ichigo! use me as if im your sweet orihime! fuck my ass as if its her pussy!" y/n yelled on the top of his lungs, his body was becoming heavier and sweat drenched him entirely.

"im cumming..! goddamn your tight ass feels too good!" kurosaki exclaimed as his grip on y/n's hip grew tighter, and his hand incased in the locks of his rival began to waver in strength. "youre going to take my cum.. like the slut you are. do you hear me?" y/n eagerly nodded, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to untie.

with a few more ass-reddening thrusts, ichigo's load quickly filled y/n's hole, traveling deep through his guts. as ichigo was dumping his cum into y/n's ass, the once smug and arrogant man was at his own witts end. spreading his own cum across the desk in front of him and crying out in pure bliss.

the two men stood in silence, the only thing heard being heavy breathing and the squelching of cum escaping y/n's ass. "dont think.. that im done with you yet y/n.. meet me at my house tonight, 10pm sharp.. got it?" ichigo said between huffs. "got it..!" y/n said with cheerfulness in his tone. he'd finally gotten what he was hoping more, good for him.

#male reader #bottom male reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x male reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach x male reader #bleach x reader

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katemoneymartinsgf · 3 days ago

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can you do a pazzi one where Azzi is sick but keeps it from Paige because she’s busy with training camp. When it gets worse and Azzi has to go to the hospital or something kk tells Paige and she comes home to take care of Azzi

Sick & Stubborn |pazzi|

a/n: Hope this is what you kinda wanted 🙏🏽

It started with the smallest things. Azzi felt it in her neck first — that kind of ache that sits behind your eyes and never quite goes away. She told herself it was sleep. Not enough of it. Too many late nights scrolling, too many early lifts. Nothing new.

Her throat burned the next morning. By then, she was already half-dressed for practice, sports bra tight against her ribs, hoodie slung over her shoulder as she blinked at the fog on her bathroom mirror.

You’re fine.

She coughed. Wiped her nose. Drank water. Brushed it off.

She wasn’t dramatic. She didn’t whine about being sick. She played through injury. She smiled through the kind of pressure that made other people fold.

So a sore throat? A little dizziness? She could handle that.

What she couldn’t handle — or didn’t want to — was the idea of Paige knowing.

Paige was two weeks into training camp with the Wings, and things were finally starting to click. Her texts came in between drills, short and excited, sometimes with pictures of her locker or a new pair of shoes she swore she didn’t ask for.

P: look at these bruh P: we’re running everything through me rn it’s lowkey wild P: I miss your voice tho. call later”

Azzi stared at that last one for a long second before typing back.

Az: practice ran late, I’m tired. maybe tomorrow?

She wasn’t lying. She was tired. So tired her knees shook when she stood up too fast. So tired her cereal had gone untouched that morning. So tired she didn’t trust her voice not to crack if she said too much.

She tucked her phone under her pillow and laid back on the couch, hoodie pulled over her head even though it was warm inside. Her stomach was starting to hurt now. Her head, too. Every blink felt like her body asking for sleep.

You’re just worn down, she told herself. Stop making it a thing.

She hadn’t seen KK all day. Which was lucky.

Azzi didn’t want the lecture. Didn’t want the concern. Didn’t want anyone — especially not Paige — to look at her and see through her.

Because if Paige knew, she’d come back. She’d worry. She’d miss a team meeting, or skip a workout, or take a flight and leave her whole routine behind just to be there.

And Azzi didn’t want to be the reason Paige slowed down.

So she closed her eyes. Tucked the blanket tighter around herself. And let herself drift — not into sleep exactly, but something close to it.

A pause. A quiet place between “I’m okay” and “Please notice I’m not.”

—

The second morning was worse.

Azzi woke up shivering — not the post-practice kind, not even the “I kicked the blanket off” kind. This was deep. Cold-in-her-bones cold. Her hoodie stuck to her back, damp from sweat. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Her limbs like cinderblocks.

She sat up too fast and the room tilted sideways.

For a second, she stayed there — elbows on her knees, fingers pressed against her temples, trying to remember if she had anything scheduled before noon.

She didn’t even remember falling asleep last night.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

P: how u feeling? thought abt you all practice baby ” P: sweat hit my eye and i was like ‘yeah azzi would’ve laughed at that’ P: you good?

Azzi stared at the screen, thumbs hovering.

Then typed:

Az: i’m fine. hope your eye recovers lol

She didn’t send a selfie. Didn’t want Paige to see the dark circles under her eyes, or the flush in her cheeks that wasn’t from warmth.

——

KK got back late that night after study hall. Azzi didn’t hear her come in — didn’t even register the sound of keys or the door closing. She was curled up on the corner of the couch under a throw blanket, barely responsive, half-asleep but not resting.

The TV was on but muted.

KK walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge, then paused.

"azzi?"

No response.

KK walked over slowly, concern growing with every step. Azzi's skin looked flushed and pale at the same time. Her breathing was uneven — shallow, slow, like every inhale was a negotiation.

KK crouched next to the couch and gently touched her shoulder.

Azzi startled slightly, blinking open with a small gasp.

“Hey,” KK said softly. “You okay?”

Azzi blinked again. Tried to sit up and failed.

“I’m—” she croaked, then coughed. Tried again. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” KK said, her voice flatter now.

Azzi tried to protest again but her hand was shaking, and KK saw it.

“You have a fever,” KK said quietly. “Like a real one.”

Azzi didn’t answer.

KK stood up, grabbed her phone, and walked into the hallway.

She didn’t hesitate. She called Paige.

Paige picked up on the second ring — breathless, like she’d been mid-conversation.

“KK?”

“Azzi is really sick.”

The line went quiet.

“What do you mean sick?”

“I mean I just watched her try to sit up and she couldn’t. She’s burning up. She’s barely talking. Her phone’s full of unread messages.”

Another pause. Shorter this time. Then:

“I’m flying home.”

“Paige—”

“I should’ve known,” Paige said quietly. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because she didn’t want to distract you.”

“Well, she failed,” Paige muttered. “Text me the address of wherever you’re taking her. I’ll be on the next flight out.”

——

By the time Paige made it to Azzi’s apartment, it was past midnight. The Uber driver had been chatty, the kind that asks why you're flying last-minute and what’s got you looking so stressed. Paige had nodded along and said something about school, but her stomach hadn’t unclenched since she landed.

She hadn’t even changed. Wings sweatshirt still on, training bag slung over her shoulder, phone in one hand with KK’s last text open on the screen.

“She’s in bed. Still out of it. Door’s unlocked. I’m staying with ice tonight to give y’all space.”

“Thank you.” Paige said before hugging her goodbye and letting herself inslowly

The apartment was dark except for a small lamp in the corner. A tea mug sat half-full on the kitchen counter. There was a sweatshirt draped over a chair. One of Paige’s, actually — Azzi must’ve taken it from her bag the last time they were together.

She didn’t expect the sound she made when she saw her.

Azzi was curled up in bed, blanket pulled to her chin, hoodie sleeves covering her hands. Her face was pale, lips slightly parted. She looked smaller. Tired in a way Paige wasn’t used to seeing — not post-practice tired. Worn tired.

Paige’s throat tightened. She sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, gently brushing a strand of hair from Azzi’s forehead.

Azzi stirred at the touch. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Paige?”

“Hey,” Paige said softly. “Hi.”

Azzi blinked at her, confused and a little glassy. “You’re not supposed to be—”

“I know.” Paige exhaled slowly. “But KK called me. Said you were sick. And I got on a plane.”

Azzi’s face crumpled slightly, and Paige saw it — that flicker of guilt, of embarrassment. That thing Azzi always tried to hide when she needed help.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Azzi murmured, voice hoarse.

Paige shook her head, brushing the back of her hand down Azzi’s cheek.

“You’re allowed to worry me,” she whispered. “That’s what loving someone looks like sometimes.”

Azzi looked away. “You’ve got training camp. You’re doing so good. I didn’t want to mess with that.”

“I don’t care.” Paige leaned closer. “You think I’d rather run pick n’ roll drills than be here right now?”

Azzi didn’t answer. She was too tired. But she pressed her face into Paige’s palm like it grounded her.

Paige tucked the blanket tighter around her. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. I still am.”

They stayed quiet for a moment. The weight of it all — what was said, what wasn’t — settled between them like a blanket heavier than the one Azzi was under.

Then Paige leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Slowly. Carefully. Like she didn’t want to break her.

“You don’t have to be tough all the time,” Paige said against her skin. “Not with me.”

Azzi’s voice cracked on the next breath. “I didn’t want to be the reason you slowed down.”

Paige pulled her in gently, arms wrapping around her even as she curled into Paige’s chest.

“You’re the reason I know how to breathe, Az.”

Azzi didn’t respond. Just exhaled shakily and let herself be held.

Azzi woke up to the smell of something burnt.

The apartment was quiet, but she could hear soft shuffling from the kitchen and what sounded suspiciously like Paige muttering under her breath.

Her throat still hurt. Her head was still fuzzy. But there was something comforting about knowing Paige was there — even if she was probably ruining the toast.

“Please don’t say you cooked,” Azzi croaked.

Paige’s head popped around the corner.

“You’re alive.”

Azzi blinked at her. “Debatable.”

Paige crossed the room and crouched beside the bed. She had on a wrinkled hoodie and mismatched socks and smelled vaguely like burnt peanut butter toast.

“You look like shit,” Paige said softly.

Azzi smiled, weakly. “Thanks.”

“I brought you tea.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Did you microwave it?”

“It was a two-mug situation. The first one got cold. I’m not proud of it.”

She helped Azzi sit up, slow and careful, piling a second pillow behind her back.

Azzi didn’t say much. Just watched her move — fussing, quiet, way too focused for someone who tried to act chill about everything.

After a beat, Azzi muttered, “You didn’t have to fly home.”

Paige shrugged like it was nothing. “You scared me.”

Azzi frowned down at the tea.

“I didn’t want to... make a big deal out of it.”

“You didn’t,” Paige said. “KK did.”

Azzi huffed. “Traitor.”

“She saved you from having to fake it any longer. Be grateful.”

Azzi sipped the tea. It wasn’t great, but it was hot. And made for her. And that was enough.

“You’re hovering,” she said after a minute.

“Am not.”

“You’re watching me drink tea like I might die from it.”

Paige grinned. “Just making sure you don’t slip into a coma.”

Azzi leaned her head against Paige’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut again.

“You’re annoying.”

“And yet, here I am.”

They sat in silence after that — no big emotional declarations, no perfect ending. Just quiet breathing. Shared space. Warmth.

Paige didn’t need to say she loved her. Azzi already knew.

#wnba #wnba basketball #ncaa wbb #pazzi fics #pazzi #paige x azzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wlw #wuh luh wuh #dallas wings #uconn huskies #uconn lives

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crowborn666-writes · 2 months ago

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think it would be cute if the upper moons(and muzan!) caught their love wearing something of theirs when they're sleeping? for comfort. im sure kokushibo's kimono is comfy to wear... he's a big & tall demon man!

(Omfg this is such a cute thing to think about— think I’ll limit it to Muzan and the first 3 upper moons for rn! If I get ideas for 4, 5, and 6 I’ll write those too!) (also first time writing some of these guys, so apologies if they’re a bit ooc!)

(ignore how i completely forgot this ask existed)

Sleeping With A Piece of Them

Upper Moons + Muzan x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Slightly suggestive in some parts

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Muzan

Muzan can most often be seen wearing his usual suit when out and about, but at home, he has a selection of clothes that embody the styles of eras from the past 1,000 years or so. Whichever one he wears at home depends on his mood, usually.

He had left you to do some business, and while he was away, you simply got lonely. The demon lord had been pulled thin in his schedule. Due to the meetings between demon or mortal, he could only see you for a few hours or so lately. Certainly not enough time to properly indulge in his favorite person.

So when he finally returned to you, no more meetings getting in the way for a good long while, he paused in the doorway of your extravagant shared bedroom.

All the blankets and pillows you could want, a large, plush bed to lay in, and he finds you have chosen his recliner, the yutaka he had previously worn wrapped around you. It seemed you had been reading, but had fallen asleep waiting for him. The demon king inhales, and then strides forward.

You startle awake at a sudden presence in your bubble, a pale hand setting your book aside before it carefully grasps your chin. He tilts your head up to kiss you, his other hand splayed out next to you and holding his weight as he leaned over you.

“I see someone missed me dearly,” he breathes, sharp teeth catching your bottom lip. “Allow me to fix that.”

Kokushibo

Kokushibo wasn’t one for extravagant outfits or items, as long as they were comfortable and functioned the way they were supposed to. For years, all Kokushibo truly needed was power.

But then you came along, and flipped a part of his world on its head.

You occasionally gifted him with things, things he wouldn’t get really get for himself or think twice about, but they came from you, so they became important to him.

He had gone to train for a while, checking in with you to make sure you wouldn't be left unprepared in his absence. Once satisfied with your condition, he was gone.

Well, physically he was.

You laid on the bed, dozing in the early evening quiet. Kokushibo had left behind one of his favorite kimonos, having changed into one you had gotten him for the day. The scent coming off the kimono invaded your senses, and the oversized material only added to the comfort.

When Kokushibo returned, he moved about quietly, able to hear your deeper breathing and slower heartbeat rooms away. He found his way to you, naturally, all six of his eyes blinking down at you in bed.

Odd. But not surprising.

He told himself he should’ve seen this coming, but alas, here he was. You were fast asleep, curled up on your side with your face tucked into the collar of his kimono.

After a bit of back and forth in his head, he set his sword aside, crawling into bed behind you. He was careful in how he moved you both, not disturbing your slumber as he wrapped himself around you, letting you curl into his chest.

“Sometimes I wonder if I spoil you too much.” He murmured, watching you closely. He was quiet for a few long moments. “No. Actually, I don’t spoil you nearly enough.”

Douma

Look. It was cold, you were lonely, and Douma had been gone for hours doing who knows what.

So of course you stole one of his shirts. Who wouldn’t?

You, you lucky little thing, had the privilege of hiding in Douma’s room whenever you pleased. Whether anxiety driven or simply of boredom, you were almost always welcome in there.

So when Douma couldn’t find you, his room was one of the first places he checked.

“Oh, how adorable!” He cooed upon seeing you, wrapped up in both his shirt and his blankets. “I see someone got lonely.~”

You stirred awake to find he had climbed into bed with you, your head on his chest and his fingers carding through your hair.

“Well, hello, precious dear,” he cooed to you when you lifted your head, “did you miss me that badly?”

At your sleepy nod, Douma couldn’t help but pepper your face in kisses. “Oh, I’m sorry! Let me make it up to you.~”

Akaza

Akaza doesn't really have much in the way of "shareable" clothes. (He'd argue none of his clothes are shareable. They're his, why would he share them?)

But occasionally, on nights where you wanted to go for walks with him, to keep him close for companionship and safety, he would wear a simple patterned yutaka you got for him once.

Course, he had to hide under a decent amount of makeup to blend in with the public, but if it meant seeing you smile, it was worth it. You both would walk the streets of a night market, looking at all the interesting things they had for sale.

He sets the yutaka down at the foot of the bed when you return home, mentioning something about washing off the makeup. You nod and wait for him, knowing he wanted to be back in his usual clothing as soon as possible. It wasn't that the yutaka was uncomfortable, he was simply too used to his usual outfit.

So he can only huff out a laugh when he finds you curled up in bed, having snatched up the piece of clothing and burrowed into his scent.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he hummed as you pulled him into the bed, mumbling something about early morning being soon. "Well, if I comfort you that much, I'll see about leaving you with some of my clothes whenever I have to leave."

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer muzan x reader #kokushibo x reader #muzan kibutsuji #kokushibo #douma x reader #douma #akaza x reader #akaza

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silens-oro · 24 days ago

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Well Enough Alone: Prologue

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk)

Masterlist Pope Cody Playlist

General Synopsis: Hawk juggles her life between Julia, Julia's son J, and the Cody family. Slow Burn. Word Count: 1,667 Content Warning: No description of the reader, other than the nickname. Warnings will be updated chapter by chapter. Mentions of sex (educational). A/N: I have been writing and editing this story for the better part of two months, piecing it together like Frankenstein's monster. Hawk's relationship with J is everything to me rn. I love Pope as a deeply flawed character and I hope you enjoy what's coming down the pipeline for this. I haven't decided just how long this fic is going to be total, but we're in for a ride. As always, your feedback and comments are most welcome.

“Hey,” J greeted as he stepped into the kitchen, dropping his backpack on the floor by Hawk’s feet. She was sitting on a barstool with her laptop in front of her, working on a schedule for the upcoming orders she had at the shop. “Busy?”

“When am I not?” Hawk answered rhetorically, giving J her attention. “What’s up? How was school?” He opened the fridge, grabbed the carton of orange juice, turned to face Hawk and took a big swig right from the carton, then put it back. “Ew, kid. Nasty. Gross. Disgusting. Foul. Bad.” This made J’s grin widen at the reaction he got out of her. It was times like this that Hawk wished she had a spray bottle.

“You don’t drink it anyway,” He shrugged, knowing exactly what he was doing. Little Shit Behavior, Hawk had told him once, and he ran with it.

“Gee, I wonder why. It's not like you've been leaving little floaties in my drinks your whole life or anything." Hawk brought her attention back down to the schedule. “I swear every teenage boy does this and I cannot for the life of me understand why you have aversions to glassware.” J leaned on the opposite side of the counter, his arms holding his weight up.

“I could leave floaties in it if you miss the good ol' days,” Hawk laughed, stretching her back.

“Keep this up and you’ll be on dish duty for the next week.” Her threats were flimsy at best. The kid picked up after himself and left the house spotless, so much so that he didn’t even dirty the glasses she had, Hawk thought with a sigh as she shook her head. "What are your plans for the night? Any homework you gotta handle?"

“I’m gonna go check on mom, then head over to Nicky’s. There's a pre-calc test on Friday that we need to study for. Is that cool?” Hawk nodded, returning her attention partially to her laptop.

“You gonna be around for dinner?” Click here, move this to Tuesday, a cancellation for Thursday -the motions were second nature to her by now.

“Might not be back until later, depending on how mom’s doing. And what dinner is.” He finished with a raised brow as Hawk glanced up. Cheeky little bastard.

“I’m thinking some take-out? Maybe Thai, maybe Indian. I haven’t made up my mind. Want me to get your usual and stick it in the fridge?” Hawk offered, already knowing what his answer was when he smiled.

“You’re the best.”

“Oh, I know, but I don’t get tired of hearing it though.” J flicked a piece of debris that was on the island at Hawk, but chuckled nonetheless.

“Speaking of Nicky,” She started, but was interrupted by J groaning and pushing himself off the island.

“Not again,” He begged, hitting his forehead against the counter gently.

“No, I’m serious, J. You’re being safe, right? Teen pregnancy is no joke, and STI’s are even less funny. Both of them stick with you for life…in most cases.”

“Nicky isn’t pregnant and she doesn’t have an STI,”

“You never know, kid. Anything can happen even when you’re careful, but the odds are more staggering if you’re not. Nothing against Nicky, I like her a whole lot, but I’m protecting her against you too. It goes both ways. I’m not condoning what you little heathens get up to in your free time, but I also know I can't stop it, so there’s condoms in the hall closet, top shelf to the left. Take what you need, no questions asked. I just want you to be careful. If I raised one kid just for another to come rolling in after the first one grows up, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Well ahead of you on that.” Hawk had to bite her lips closed and squeeze her eyes shut when he let that slip. She held her hands up, shaking her head.

“You’re using them. That’s all that matters. No questions. I don’t need specifics” Hawk stood from her stool and walked over to J. “Now I need a shot of bleach to kill whatever brain cells just survived through that.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“You don’t gotta keep bringing this up,” She cupped his youthful cheeks in her hands, squishing them just slightly, making the last word slur.

“Yeah I do, so long as you're young and your frontal lobe hasn’t fully formed, I will bring this up every chance I can. You'll thank me later, believe me. You’re like my son, J. It kills me to see you getting older, but I trust you. You’re a good kid, you go to school and get good grades, and you’re smart” Hawk made a face, “…er than most other boys your age, so I’ll give you that, but you know you can come to me if you need anything, right? I know you know that, but do you understand what I am saying?” He nodded and Hawk kissed his forehead before ruffling his hair and freeing him to go sit back on her stool, but not before he took a playful swipe at her as she retreated. “Good. Do you need a ride?”

“Nah, I should be good on my bike.” He said as he fixed his hair.

“Alright, try not to stay out too late. It’s a school night.”

“Yes, mom,” Hawk fixed him with a look and he returned one sheepishly. J moved around the island to grab his backpack and wrap his arm around Hawk’s shoulders for a quick hug and a kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll try not to wake you up when I get back.”

“You better not be out that late, kid. Tell your mom I said to give me a call and please shoot me a text when you’re on your way back so I know you're aright.” He nodded and took off out the front door.

Hawk’s relationship with J was both complicated and simple. She grew up with Julia and the Cody brothers.Like a broken record, Smurf took her in at 13 when her own mother died and she had nowhere left to go. The tumultuous relationship Hawk had with her mother before she died was less than J currently had with Julia, and while Julia had her own set of problems, J still had his mother.

And he had Hawk.

Since J was two, he spent most of his days with her while Julia did what Julia did. Sweet Julia -a child of encouraged alcohol abuse by Smurf, grew into an adult with a crippling heroin addiction who had a baby she had no business having, but Hawk loved Julia as a sister so she made sure that baby was well cared for in any way she could.

At twenty one, struggling to keep her double life afloat, Hawk was contacted by a lawyer from North Carolina -her absent father wasn’t actually an absent father. Her mother kept her from him in any way she could, forged documents, and Hawk was none the wiser until she was met with a will from her now deceased father -along with a letter telling her how sorry he was about the way that things turned out with Hawk and her mother.

It turned out that he was very wealthy -he owned property along the east coast that he left to her, along with a hefty sum of $4.8 million in liquid cash after taxes along with some other assets. The how’s and the why’s of Hawk’s disconnection with him didn’t matter anymore. Both of her parents were long gone and her world kept spinning.

Hawk kept the real estate running on the east coast with the same property management her father had just to keep the money flowing in -occasionally making the trip out to check in on things. It was passive income that would keep her afloat should anything happen and that was a security she never had before.

With some of the money that made its way to Hawk’s bank account, she bought a house near the beach between Smurf’s place and Julia’s. It was a three bedroom on a hill that had a small infinity pool and a wrap around back porch that faced the ocean. The first sunset she witnessed in that house, which was empty minus an air mattress and a duffel bag of clothes, was something she would always remember.

Hawk didn’t go to college, and she barely graduated high school due to disinterest and the lovely upbringing she had -add on J and there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell to go even if she wanted to.

She was smart, charmingly so, but everything about a classroom setting made her skin crawl in the worst way. What she did have, though, was a passion for plants and so she leaned into it because she could now that finances weren't an issue.

Opening her own plant nursery wasn’t easy and it consumed every waking second that she wasn’t already giving to J, who had turned three at that point. It was tricky, but doable, and the next thing she knew her business was up, running, and flourishing. The clientele grew exponentially within that first year with weddings, funerals, and other events and within two years Hawk was a well known name in Oceanside with clients coming from all around Southern California.

Sometimes it felt like she was living someone else’s life because this was not the way hers was supposed to pan out. Not in the slightest.

Keeping Hawk’s life with the Cody's and her life with Julia and J completely separate was another level of hell on Earth for her in the beginning, especially when she had baby J most of the time. Julia made her swear up and down that no matter what, she wouldn’t speak to them about her and her son and it was a promise Hawk kept wholly. Anytime one of the brothers came into the shop or stopped by Hawk’s house while she had J, she simply said she was watching a friend’s kid. No further explanation. No questions asked. And so that’s who J was to them -Hawk’s friend’s kid, which wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either.

Hawk worked her way through email after email, put her staff schedule together for the next month, dealt with time off requests, and went through order sheets from her suppliers for the next hour when her phone rang on the island.

FSP flashed on the screen. She swiped to answer and put it on speaker.

“This is a collect call from Folsom State Prison on behalf of-“ “Andrew Cody” Pope’s voice interrupted the automated message before it continued. “Do you accept the charges to connect the call?”

“I accept.”

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#animal kingdom #pope Cody x reader #Andrew pope Cody x reader #pope Cody imagine #shawn hatosy #andrew pope cody #pope cody #well enough alone universe

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