#like it's a soft laugh almost like a giggle

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𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: You and your hubby Hyunjin go out shopping when he sees a cute toddler running around the mall laughing and giggling. The little human catches your husband's attention, sparking an enormous baby fever, so now he wants a kid with you...

Content Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut 🔞, Unprotected sex, baby making, soft Hyunjin, fluff, pet names (use of mama (only twice)), oral (f.recieving), very brief mention of lactation, reader is called darling.

Note: I know not many enjoy the pregnancy trope but I really really wanted to write this. I just love husband/dad!SKZ. (I definitely am not going through insane baby fever rn). This is so fucking sweet my teeth might fall off.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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“Darling, don't you want to go?” Hyunin cooed, his words vibrating on your skin, his eyes admiring you cutely being adamant to get up.

Your eyes were half lidded, your head against his chest, feeling the soothing heartbeats under your ear. Hyunjin woke you up with kisses and an amazing orgasm, with his face buried in your heat in the morning.

He couldn't believe that it's almost going to be a year since you got married.

Hyunjin and you planned to go shopping for the day, get some donuts and perhaps watch a newly released movie. You loved such cute dates with him even though he loves spoiling you with extravagant trips like a dinner in the Eiffel Tower or a week long vacation in Maldives.

But the simplicity of these outings was what you cherished most.

“I’m getting up,” you mumbled sleepily, though you made no effort to move.

Hyunjin chuckled, the warm melody of his voice that only deepened your reluctance to leave the cocoon of his arms. His fingers brushed over your hair as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Take your time,” he said softly, his breath tickling your skin. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

You smiled, your eyes still closed, nuzzling to him, cheek pressed against his bare chest and his embrace tightening around your body.

After some coaxing and spending a long time in the shower together, you both managed to get ready.

You got dressed in a cute flowy dress that you knew Hyunjin loved. You stepped out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of bed, his grin widened when he saw you spinning once to show off the outfit.

“Gorgeous as ever,” he murmured, reaching out to take your hand. You slipped your hand in his and went downstairs, giving a quick smooch to your pet golden who was sleeping soundly on his bed and left your mansion, off to the mall.

***

The mall was bustling with life, the sound of laughter, chatter, and soft music blending into a lively hum. Hyunjin held your hand firmly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles as you walked past various stores.

You bought a lot of things from new ornaments for your home, snacks, clothes, Hyunjin immediately bought you with a new Versace handbag you were curiously eyeing while window shopping and grabbed lunch in the restaurant on the top floor.

The day went amazing. Once you were done, Hyunjin called his driver to help with the bags while you both got some donuts like he promised.

As you walked over to the bakery, Hyunjin’s attention was caught by a high-pitched giggle. He turned his head, his eyes landing on a tiny toddler, no older than two, stumbling through the crowd, his chubby legs moving as fast as he could.

“Careful!” a frazzled mother called out, chasing after the little one, but the toddler was too busy enjoying his newfound freedom. He bumped into Hyunjin’s leg, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.

“Hello there,” Hyunjin said softly, crouching to the toddler's level. His long fingers reached out hesitantly, offering a small wave. The toddler giggled again, reaching for his hand as if he just made a new best friend.

Your heart swelled at the sight. Hyunjin had always been good with kids, but seeing him interact with this tiny human stirred something deeper in you. The mother finally caught up, her chest heaving, but not disturbing the interaction with Hyunjin.

“Sorry about that,” the mother apologized, “He just loves to run around.”

“Please don't worry. He's so cute,” your smile reached your ears, watching how the toddler was laughing and playing peekaboo with Hyunjin.

You and the mother conversed for a minute before she scooped her child into her arms. Hyunjin stood up, watching them with a wistful expression as they walked away. The kid smiled wide and waved goodbye to him.

“You’re staring,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still lingering as the mother disappeared into the crowd. When he finally turned to you, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen, his lips curling into a small, almost shy smile.

“Gosh, how freaking cute. I think my heart burst inside me.” He dramatically touched his chest that made you chuckle and shake your head.

“I think you're the cutie here,” you flirted with your husband that made his cheeks bloom in a bright shade of pink.

You grabbed your donuts and walked another round in the mall, before you hopped in the car going back home. Hyunjin didn't speak a word, just stared outside the window holding your hand tightly, your head rested on his shoulder.

Once you reached home, the driver unloaded the bags from the car into the living room, you and Hyunjin went upstairs to your bedroom.

Closing the door, you walked towards your dressing table, removing your earrings, hairpins and fixing your hair loose.

Hyunjin, who was still lost in his own world, walked towards you and slipped his hands on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You were pretty quiet on the way back home. Everything okay?” You asked, turning towards him, your gaze fixed on his eyes.

“Yeah…” He mumbled softly and you tilted your head curiously, your brows knitted together.

“Do you ever think about it?” he asked quietly, his voice barely audible, he felt his heart pound in his chest like a drum. It was unusual for Hyunjin to feel nervous but he was feeling a bit nervous today.

“Think about what?” you asked, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Having one of our own,” he said, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “A little one… running around and giggling. Someone who’s a part of both of us.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. You blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his gaze.

“Hyunne,” you began, your voice faltering.

“I know,” he said quickly, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“I know we’ve never talked about it seriously. And if you’re not ready, that’s okay. I just… I can’t stop thinking about it and seeing that kid at the mall...His small hands and legs, chubby and so cute. I don't want to pressure you, let's—”

“I…I want that too.” you whispered, interrupting him, reaching to hold his hand against your cheek. “I want to have a baby with you…to start a family with you.”

You’d always known Hyunjin would make an amazing father, but hearing him voice his desire so openly, so vulnerably—it left you speechless.

Hyunjin stared at you without saying a word, his gaze softening and sparkling, almost as if he was about to cry.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple flexing, a dimple making an appearance as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You'd be an amazing mom.” He said, his voice full with emotion.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of them settling in your chest. "And you’d be the best dad," you replied, a small laugh escaping you as you imagined him doting on a child the same way he doted on you.

"You think you're ready for this darling?" Hyunjin’s question lingered in the air, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of tenderness and curiosity.

You nodded slowly. "I do," you whispered, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within you.

It was a huge step but it was with Hyunjin and you couldn't have asked for more.

His thumb touched your chin, gently pulling you in for a long, searing kiss. His mouth moved over yours, tongue slipping in, you let him take the lead like you always did, your fingers running through the silk stands of his hair.

His fingers toyed with the strap of your dress, you walked backwards, pulling him and unbuttoning his shirt till you reached the end of the bed and fell softly on the mattress.

It didn't take long for him to remove the dress off of you, you pushed the shirt off his shoulder and played with his belt to unbuckle it, and soon enough it was skin to skin contact.

Hyunjin’s lips met your jaw, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses, his fingertips stroking your nipple that hardened instantly under his touch. His trail reached your neck when he nipped your sensitive skin, leaving marks on your neck to remind you that you were his.

You moaned softly, moving your head slightly to give him better access, his hand continued to explore every dip of your body. His other hand intertwined with yours, the heat building slowly, the desire to have him inside you fueling with every passing second.

When his fingertips brushed over your clit, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips. The slow exploration continued till he touched your slick folds, you felt him smirking against your skin knowing how wet you were.

“Hyun…” you pleaded, your fingers tangling his hair, growing impatient but wanting him to keep going.

Hyunjin was dragging it for as long as he could, his touch being so gentle, caressing your body like you were a goddess, his fingers circled your clit with a tantalizing rhythm, his movements precise and slow. Your body reacted instinctively, hips arching to meet his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“Patience baby okay…?” He murmured, his voice low but soothing. “I want you to feel everything tonight.” His breath was warm against your ear, and the rasp in his tone made your stomach clench with anticipation.

You nodded, your body already surrendering to his every touch. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice laced with awe.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his fingers worked their magic below, dipping inside your folds. The combination had your head spinning, the pleasure building steadily, consuming you.

“Hyunjin please,” you begged, your voice breathy and desperate.

“Not yet,” he whispered, releasing the slick nub with a pop, his lips moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.

His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue slipping between your folds, tasting you with deliberate slowness.

You gasped, your hands snaking his hair as his tongue worked its way around your clit, the sensation sending sparks through your body. He alternated between gentle flicks and firm pressure, his pace maddeningly perfect.

You squirmed and he scooped his arms under your thighs to hold you in place. Wetness coated his face, the scent of your arousal making him dizzy and groan into your sensitive flesh, his hands kneading your pretty mounds.

When his mouth left your dripping core, you mourned at the loss of it, but the anticipation built in a flash when he positioned himself between your legs.

You watched him stroke himself a few times with the essence of your arousal still coating his fingers.

His gaze locked with yours as he slid inside you slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. His cock stretching your walls was delicious, you eagerly welcomed his length inch by inch, his movements deliberate and controlled as he filled you completely.

Hyunjin leaned down, his lips brushing against yours as he began to move, his rhythm slow and sensual. Every thrust was measured, his hips rolling against yours as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

His hand intertwined with yours, pinning them above your head and the other cupped your breast, kneading it and flicking the peak.

“You feel so good darling,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “So beyond perfect.”

Moan after moan poured out of your lips, your bodies moving in perfect rhythm, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sinking deep into your hearts.

He made love to you so wondrously that your body went lithe beneath him, the pleasure built high, Hyunjin’s pace quickened slightly, his movements still controlled but more urgent.

He placed his palm over your lower tummy, gently pressing and circling it to stimulate you more.

“Let go with me,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

He was drenched in sweat, the intense throbbing of his cock making him feel like he might explode any second.

It only took his words to undo you as you surrendered to the pleasure, body seizing up, the wave of your orgasm crashing over you. The sensation consumed you both as he followed close behind, hot cum filling you, his groan of pleasure muffled against your neck.

Hyunjin held you close as you both came down in a toe curling climax, your bodies tangled together, hearts racing in unison.

He gently lowered himself down, careful not to crush you with his weight, his softening cock and warm cum still buried inside you.

“You’re my everything,” he whispered, his lips meeting yours.

You looked at him, chest still heaving, and smiled softly when he pulled back. “I love you,” you said, your voice full of certainty.

“I love you more,” he replied, his forehead resting against yours.

~

The afternoon sun crept through the windows of your living room windows, you sat on the couch with your ankles crossed on the coffee table, reading a book when suddenly your golden retriever came up in front of you wagging his tail.

“Hey baby,” you stroked his head, he began leaning up to your touch instantly that made you smile.

You continued petting him when he leaned forward and rested his head against your stomach, his eyes closing and tail still wagging.

“Aren't you being clingy today?” You said jokingly, he blinked lazily at you, his breathing like a soft motor vibrating against you. You chuckled, setting your book aside to give him your full attention.

But as you absentmindedly stroked his fur, you noticed something unusual. Your stomach felt… different. Not painful, but there was a faint flutter, a sensation so subtle that it could easily be dismissed.

You frowned slightly, brushing it off as your imagination or maybe just a quirk of digestion.

Your mind did keep wandering over the fact that you couldn't sleep well for the past week and you kept feeling more tired than usual, without even doing anything.

Now, as you sat there with your dog contentedly laying against your stomach, you couldn’t help but wonder something.

Right as you were about to get back to your book to stop overthinking, you heard the familiar sound of an engine pulling up at the entrance. The door opened followed by Hyunjin, stepping in, his hair slightly tousled.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted, his eyes instantly finding yours. A smile spread across his face when he saw the dog sleeping on your lap. “Looks like someone beat me to cuddling you.”

You laughed, gesturing toward the furry intruder. “He’s been glued to me all afternoon. I think he knows I was planning to get up and clean.”

“Guess he’s trying to keep you in one spot. Smart guy.” Hyunjin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before stroking the dog’s head.

The dog let out a low bark in protest when Hyunjin’s hand brushed yours, as if annoyed at being interrupted. Hyunjin laughed, his dimple making an appearance. “Alright, alright. I’ll share,” he teased, sliding onto the couch beside you.

You rested your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, locking fingers with him, asking about his day. He went on to talk about things happening at work which you never get tired of listening to and the afternoon went on yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different.

Could it really be? But you dismissed it as wishful thinking.

~

Two lines. On one test.

Pregnant. On another test.

Your heart was in your throat. Hand covering your mouth as you stared at the test in front of you, you couldn't believe it. A tidal wave of happiness and disbelief washed over you, both the tests screaming at you about the happiest news of your life.

You grabbed the test with the two red lines on it, holding it in your fist and walked out of the bathroom, spotting Hyunjin who was sitting on the bed with his laptop open.

“Hyunne,” you called out and walked towards him, kneeling down on the floor and hiding your hands behind you.

“Yes baby?” He asked curiously and you pulled your hand from your back, revealing the test to him.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, closing his laptop shut and tossing it next to him, a smile resembling shock and joy plastered across his face.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice shaking with excitement and disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “We're pregnant Hyunne! You're going to be a dad!”

As soon as the words left your lips, a wave of pure, uncontainable happiness surged through you. You shot up from your kneeling position, jumping up and down like a child on Christmas morning, laughter spilling from you uncontrollably.

Hyunjin stood quickly, grabbing your hands to stop your excited bouncing. “Darling, wait!” he said with a laugh, his tone laced with affection and concern. He caught you effortlessly, his arm locking around your shoulders, pulling you in a tight embrace, his palm pressing and circling your stomach.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, his voice trembling.

You felt him shake slightly, and when he pulled back, you saw tears glistening in his eyes. His hands instantly chipped your face as he kissed you passionately, soft and full of promises, you couldn't help the tears that leaked from the corners of your eyes.

Hyunjin knelt down pulling apart and his arms snaking around your waist, his lips pressing on your stomach before looking up at you with a smile so radiant it took your breath away. Your fingers ran through his hair, holding him in place as he bonded with his baby.

It was the most beautiful thing you ever witnessed.

~

Five beautiful months passed and your love for your baby grew stronger each day. Hyunjin was so supportive, from helping you with your awful morning sicknesses to putting your shoes on.

He provided you with an infinite amount of love, snacks, cuddles and of course sex. Your hormones were all over the place, and Hyunjin made sure to meet your every need, no matter how big or small.

He was always attentive, patient, and there to remind you just how much he loved you.

Even when you felt bloated, cranky, or unattractive, he’d look at you as though you were the most beautiful woman in the world. “You’re glowing,” he would say, his hands resting gently on your growing belly as he admired you.

Evenings became your favourite part of the day as Hyunjin and you took a daily walk with your golden. He insisted on carrying a water bottle and a jacket for you, just in case you needed it. His hand never left yours, as you strolled through the neighborhood.

Everyday he would talk to the baby, about his day or anything that came to his mind, rubbing smooth circles on your swollen belly, his voice soft and full of excitement.

“I’ll teach you how to draw like me, and maybe we can even paint murals together someday,” your heart melted every time at how sweet he was.

Just like Hyunjin, your dog was also extra, extra clingy, always walking around the house with you as if he was protecting you or curling up beside you on the couch, his head resting on your tummy as if he could sense the tiny life growing inside you.

Hyunjin would chuckle every time he caught the sight, teasing, “Looks like someone’s trying to win the ‘favorite sibling’ title already.”

You’d laugh, gently scratching behind your dog’s ears. “He’s just protective, like you,” you say, smiling at how your little family was already bonding in its own unique way.

Your doctor’s appointment was this morning, you were laying on your back on the hospital bed as she spread the cool gel on your belly, the sensation making you shiver slightly.

Hyunjin stood by your side, holding your hand tightly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles to calm you. His face was a mix of excitement and nerves, his eyes fixed on the screen as the doctor prepared the ultrasound.

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the machine, and then it happened, a rhythmic, steady sound filled the air. Your baby’s heartbeat.

The doctor smiled, pointing at the screen. “There’s your little one. Everything looks perfect. Nice strong heartbeat, healthy growth. Congratulations.”

The grainy black-and-white image showed the tiny life growing inside you. “It’s real,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin let out a shaky laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “You’re amazing.” His voice was thick with love and emotion.

“You need a lot of care darling, we should go home soon.” He said concerned.

You turned from the screen and looked at him shaking your head. “Nope. I want to go on a honeymoon.” You said trying to sound serious which made Hyunjin chuckle.

“Honeymoon? Baby, that's for newly married couples.” He said brushing away a strand of hair from your face.

“Newly pregnant couples can go as well,” you said. “I want to go on a honeymoon and then go home.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, then shook his head, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a grin.

Once the ultrasound was over, the doctor printed out the pictures and handed them to you, Hyunjin held them like they were the most precious treasure.

As you left the appointment, Hyunjin was on his phone, booking days at a beautiful resort on the same day for one week; a private villa with a serene spa, and cozy restaurants with candlelit dinners.

Your face bloomed with excitement as the two of you drove home and packed your essentials for your one amazing “honeymoon”.

~

After a whole day of sun bathing, a relaxing spa and an amazing dinner, Hyunjin and you were back in your bedroom in the cozy villa.

He was massaging your swollen feet after a lot of walking, you sat on the bed, your back pressed against the headboard.

Watching Hyunjin be so patient with you, made your heart swell with adoration and your hormones kicking back in again, making you feel needy.

“Hyunne,” you called him, who was rubbing gentle circles on your ankles, your voice low and soft.

“Yeah darling?” His expression softened further when he noticed the way your cheeks flushed and your lips parted slightly, like you were searching for the right words.

“Come here,” you murmured, your voice carrying a mix of longing.

“What is it, my love?” he asked, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding as you searched his gaze, pecking his lips. “I just… I want you,” you admitted softly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his black tank top.

“You have me,” he replied, his voice a gentle caress. “Always.”

“No,” you said with a soft laugh, shaking your head as your hands slid up to his chest, fingers tracing over the top. “I mean, I need you. Right now.”

“Are you sure, baby?” He was concerned but it also sparked excitement within him at the same time, he stroked your tinted cheek smiling warmly.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, leaning into him, your lips brushing against his. “I want to feel close to you.”

Hyunjin didn’t need any more convincing. He kissed you deeply, his lips moving over yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that made your toes curl.

His hands slipped up your waist under his hoodie you were wearing, stroking your skin lightly before it traveled downwards, toying with the waistband of your panties.

You shifted, letting him slide it off you, his hand squeezing your thigh that made you moan into his mouth. His thumb grazed the soft skin of your thigh before it continued moving, he pulled back, his eyes sparkling with nothing but love.

“You’re so beautiful mama,” velvet laced his voice, the new nickname made your cheeks flush in heat.

Hyunjin removed his tank top and held the hem of his hoodie, you nodded, letting him remove it off your head, leaving you bare in front of him.

His eyes drank the sight before him. Your swollen and sensitive breasts, glowing belly that’s carrying your child, something dangerously possessive consumed him but he mentally promised himself to be gentle.

He laid your back on the mattress, his mouth meeting yours, long, sweet and tenderly, swiping his tongue over the seam of your lips that sent a jolting sensation through his veins.

His hand circled your belly and massaged your swollen breasts making you moan, feeling relieved as your fingers immediately tugged his hair.

A thumb brushed over the sensitive bud, a wet droplet soaked his fingetip and heat pooled between your legs, your thighs squeezed together. You pulled apart and looked down at his finger stroking your leaky nipple, he couldn't help but smile at your flushing face.

He found that more sexier than anything.

His face dipped in your chest, lips meeting your warm skin, it was addicting. You were addicting to him. Your hands roamed over his back, as his kisses trailed lower, following the curve of your body like a path only he knew.

Hyunjin felt your fingers press on his shoulders, guiding him, urging him forward with a silent plea that he was more than willing to answer.

The sight of you lying beneath him, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, your breath catching in your throat, it was like witnessing heaven.

He spread your legs apart, his lips finding the soft skin of your thigh. He pressed a lingering kiss there, feeling the muscles beneath your skin tense and then relaxed as he made his way closer to your centre.

The sight of your pussy so slick and swollen with arousal stirred something primal inside him. His fingers gently spread your wet folds, revealing your beautiful core, a hiss escaped your lips at the contact.

"Do you want my mouth darling? Hmm?" He coaxed, teasing you, placing a feather light on your clit.

"Want me to eat your pretty pussy and make you come?" The raspiness coating his voice made a shiver run down your spine, you nodded, chest heaving.

"Please— please Hyun... I need you on me." You pleaded which also sounded like a command that made him chuckle lowly.

His breath fanned over your sensitive skin and when his mouth met where you needed him the most, your back arched ever so slightly off the bed, a whimper escaping from you.

"Hyunjin..." You gasped, your voice trembling with need, your fingers sliding into his hair, tugging lightly as though you couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or keep him there, teasing you forever.

He didn't respond. Instead he smirked against you, his tongue flicked your folds and sucked on your clit that had you squirming. His tongue circled the bud in almost lazy strokes that had you sighing his name like a prayer.

He let his hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as he went, giving himself more room to work and taste. His left hand rested on your belly, his thumb brushing back and forth, the cold wedding band on his ring finger touching your heated skin.

His cock twitched and strained his pants, begging for his attention and dive inside you, but he shoved it aside even though the throbbing felt painful. He wouldn't do that.

He loved bringing you to the edge and tease you till you were a squirming mess.

Your breaths turned erratic when his tongue moved faster, you were lost in your haze of pleasure and whimpers growing louder, hips jerking as you clung onto Hyunjin like he was your lifeline.

The tingles built up way faster than it would normally, you would have found it embarrassing if you weren't pregnant.

Hyunjin's eyes were glued on you, knowing that you were only a few seconds away from snapping, his hands slid up to cup and knead your breasts, causing liquid to leak out of your peaking sensitive nipples.

"I'm close... I'm so close please..." You breathed.

With one last languid lick on your pulsing bud, you crashed down, only his name pouring out of your lips, your orgasm flooding in his mouth. Hyunjin lapped up every single drop, helping you ride out your pleasure until you were gasping and trembling from the aftershocks.

Once your climax subsided, Hyunjin trailed his way up, kissing every part of your body, your thighs, your belly and the swell of your breasts that were soaked with leaked milk.

Right this moment you looked way more gorgeous than you ever did before to his eyes. He had put a baby in you, his pride was uncontrollable.

"You okay darling?" He asked, brushing away the strands of hair sticking on your face and kissing away the tears that rolled down your cheeks that were flushed pink.

You nodded breathlessly, pulling him so your mouth met his. You could taste yourself off his lips.

Hyunjin smiled, “Come on mama, let's get you cleaned up.” And he gently scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

~

4 months later

“SHE'S HERE!”

The wailing protest of cries of your newborn echoed, bouncing off the walls of the labour room. Tears had run down your cheeks, Hyunjin’s eyes were wide with disbelief, a hand covering his mouth as you both welcomed your baby to the world.

The nurse quickly cleaned and handed your baby girl over to you, wrapped in a neat towel, the bundle of joy snuggling and sleeping soundly against your chest.

“Hello baby,” you said softly, your pinkie finger stroking her cheek. “I'm your mom.”

Tears kept rolling down your face, Hyunjin was there by your side the entire time, his heart clenching with an unbearable amount of love and awe as he watched his wife and his baby.

You looked up at him, seeing his eyes swelled with unshed tears, he leaned down to press his lips on yours, his breath hitching.

“Thank you for this baby,” his voice cracked as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple, his lips trembling against your skin. “Thank you for being so brave darling. You're incredible.”

Your smile widened despite the exhaustion, and you reached up to wipe away the tear that slipped down Hyunjin’s cheek. “We did this together,” you whispered. “She’s a part of us, Hyunne.”

Hyunjin nodded, his fingers shaking as he gently caressed the tiny hand that peeked out of the blanket. “She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like her mom.”

The baby stirred slightly, her tiny lips parting as she let out a soft, content sigh. Hyunjin chuckled softly, his eyes glued to her delicate features—her button nose, rosy cheeks, the faint wisps of hair on her head.

You scooted a bit so that Hyunjin could sit next to you, you gently handed him your baby, he carefully held her in his arms, his heart thundering behind his ribcage.

“Hi, little one,” he whispered. “I’m your daddy. And I promise to protect you and your mama with everything I have.”

Tears welled in your eyes again at his words, and you reached and kissed him on the cheek, watching him already become the best father in the world.

“We’re a family now,” you said softly, your voice filled with gratitude.

Hyunjin smiled nodding, his gaze never leaving your daughter. “The best family.” He said looking at you, his voice unwavering.

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the hospital window, painting the room in soft gold, this was the beginning of the most beautiful chapter of your lives.

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i’ve always thought about lando having a deaf baby, as someone who is deaf myself and i too think he would be amazing. like imagine the baby was born deaf, and his reaction to the baby hearing your voices for the first time after having a cochlear or just a hearing aid fitted🥹🥹🥹i’ve thought about this sm

you. are. so. RIGHT

thank you so much anon for this ask and i’m sorry i took so long to get to you!!! and kudos to you for telling us your story 🥹 this one’s for you 🧡🧡🧡

people might’ve said it was controversial, for lando to be holding eden instead of y/n, but they’d never realise it was y/n’s idea.

the doctor’s office was quiet - ironically. eden looked around, her tiny baby arms flailing in the ear as her curious eyes looked around the white room.

lando swore he almost cried when the doctor re-entered the room with that tiny hearing aid in her hands. he looked over to his wife, that signature grin plastered on his face.

“alright…” the doctor spoke, bending down to be eye level with the baby. after a minute or so of eden’s whinging because a random stranger lady was trying to put a piece of metal on her head, the doctor was finally able to connect it. “get ready.”

as soon as the aid was turned on, eden let out a cry. lando turned the little girl around to face him before saying his first words to his daughter.

“eden, daddy’s here.”

as soon as lando spoke, eden stopped. the whole room stopped. y/n held her breath, tears brimming her eyes. suddenly, eden let out a soft giggle, and the world seemed to stop. lando let out a laugh, tears finally spilling down his cheeks.

his daughter - his first child - could hear.

[lazysoulwriter]

Through Tipsy Eyes - Harry Styles.

The living room was dimly lit, the fairy lights you insisted on keeping year-round casting a soft glow across the room. A bowl of popcorn sat half-forgotten on the coffee table, flanked by two glasses—yours still half-full, Harry’s empty. You glanced over at him sprawled across the couch, cheeks flushed, curls a mess, and an undeniably goofy grin plastered across his face. He was drunk. Very drunk.

“Y/N,” he drawled, voice low and rasping in that way that made your skin tingle. “Y/N, d’you even know how beautiful you are?”

You snorted, pulling the blanket further over your legs. “Harry, you’ve told me that about ten times in the last five minutes.”

“Well,” he paused, hiccuping, “it’s true. You’re… you’re so beautiful I can’t… I can’t even…” He flailed his hands dramatically before letting them fall back to his chest. “You’re, like, annoyingly beautiful. How’s a man supposed to cope?”

“By not drinking four margaritas back-to-back, maybe?” you teased, leaning over to poke his cheek. He caught your hand and held it against his face, nuzzling into your palm like a cat.

“’M not even that drunk,” he protested, though the slight slur in his words begged to differ.

“Oh, really?” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “Because you’ve been laying there for ten minutes, staring at me like I’m the love of your life.”

“You are the love of my life,” he said immediately, eyes wide with drunken sincerity. “I’d fight anyone who said otherwise. Actually, I’d fight everyone. All of them. Line ’em up.”

You burst out laughing, and Harry pouted. “Don’t laugh at me,” he whined. “I’m trying to be romantic.”

“I know you are,” you said, still giggling as you leaned over to kiss his forehead. “And it’s very sweet, H. But maybe save the declarations of war for when you’re sober, yeah?”

He hummed, seemingly pacified, and then his eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam. “You’re so lucky to have me,” he said, grinning like a child who’d just discovered a secret. “I’m… what do the kids say these days? A catch.”

You rolled your eyes but played along. “Oh, absolutely. The biggest catch. What would I do without you?”

“Probably date some boring guy your age,” he teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Harry, you’re only four years older than me,” you shot back. “You make it sound like there’s some massive age gap.”

“Four years is a lot!” he insisted, sitting up slightly and gesturing wildly. “When I was four, you weren’t even born yet. That’s wild.”

“Oh, stop,” you said, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it with a triumphant grin.

“…But seriously, Y/N,” he said, voice dropping to that husky tone that made your heart stutter. “You’re… you’re everything. Did you know that?”

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk.”

“No,” he said firmly, sitting up fully now, though the movement made him wobble slightly. “I mean it. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Before you could respond, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and you could feel his breath against your neck, warm and slightly unsteady.

“I love you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t hear it.

Your heart swelled, and you tilted your head to press a kiss to his temple. “I love you too, H.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes shining with a mix of affection and mischief. “Do you think we’ll be one of those couples everyone’s jealous of? You know, like, disgustingly in love?”

“We already are,” you said with a laugh, brushing a curl away from his forehead.

“Good,” he said, nodding decisively. “’Cause I’m never letting you go. Ever.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck. “You’re such a sap when you’re drunk.”

“’M always a sap,” he admitted with a grin. “But you love it.”

“Maybe I do,” you said, your voice soft.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours. “…Do you think you could feed me?”

You blinked, confused. “Feed you? Harry, there’s popcorn right there.”

He shook his head, a sly smile curving his lips. “Not popcorn, love. You know what I mean.”

It took a moment for his words to register, and when they did, your eyes widened. “Harry!”

“C’mon,” he said, his grin turning cheeky. “If I’m your baby like you always say, doesn’t that mean I should… y’know, be fed properly?”

Your jaw dropped, and he laughed at your reaction, his head falling back against the couch. “I’m just kidding! Sort of.”

You narrowed your eyes, leaning in until your faces were inches apart. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you love me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Unfortunately,” you quipped, but the teasing edge in your voice was soft.

Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his, cutting off his cheeky remarks. His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. When you pulled back slightly, your foreheads still touching, you smirked, already feeling his hands on your boobs.

“Permission granted,” you whispered.

His eyes lit up, his grin somehow managing to be both playful and adoring. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you replied, pressing one last kiss to his lips before settling against his chest.

Drunk Harry might be cheeky, but he was your cheeky, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thedensworld]

Make All Easier | H. Js

Genre: fluff, dad au!

Summary: He always picture you and him to be a parent of daughter. So when your baby daughter was born, he already knew what to do and it makes everything easier.

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Jisoo felt a tiny hand slap his face as he was peacefully sleeping. A smile crept onto his lips even before he opened his eyes, the familiar squeals of his 10-month-old daughter echoing softly in the quiet room. As he finally blinked his eyes open, he saw her sitting upright on the bed, her chubby hands patting his chest as she babbled incoherently, demanding attention. No one was ready to play at 6:30 a.m. except for little Yuri.

Chuckling, Jisoo stretched out his arms, lifting her into the air before settling her onto his stomach. She let out a delighted squeal, her laughter filling the room like music. "Good morning, princess," he murmured, brushing her fluffy hair out of her eyes as she wiggled happily.

Last night came to mind—he remembered bringing Yuri to bed after her midnight cries echoed through the house. Both you and Jisoo had stirred awake, but before you could even swing your legs off the bed, Jisoo had already sat up, saying, "I'll handle it," in a sleepy but determined voice.

"What's wrong, Yuri?" he had asked gently as he approached her crib, her tiny face scrunched up in distress. The moment her teary eyes spotted him, her cries softened to sniffles. Jisoo picked her up, her small body melting into his chest as if that was all she needed to feel safe. After changing her diaper and preparing a bottle of formula in the dimly lit kitchen, he carried her back to bed. Yuri had quickly fallen asleep in the middle of the bed, sandwiched securely between her parents.

Now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred beside him, your voice soft and groggy. "Who's this little troublemaker..." you mumbled, squinting at Yuri as she crawled toward you.

The moment Yuri heard your voice, her babbling turned into excited squeals, and she wriggled out of Jisoo’s arms to reach you. Giggling, you scooped her up and brought her closer. "Why are you up so early, hm?" you asked, your voice playful as you nuzzled your face into her soft, round belly. Yuri's laughter erupted, a pure, joyous sound that warmed your heart.

"Why don't we all go back to sleep, baby?" you whispered, laying her down beside you and wrapping her in a warm embrace. But being an active and curious 10-month-old, Yuri had other plans. She squirmed free almost immediately, crawling over you and Jisoo with boundless energy.

Jisoo propped himself up on one elbow, watching the scene unfold with a grin. "Yuri, are you that excited already?" he teased, leaning in to tap her nose gently. She responded with more babbles, her tiny hands flailing as if trying to explain her morning enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright," Jisoo chuckled, sitting up and scooping her into his arms. "Let’s let Mom sleep a little more while we go grab some breakfast, okay?" Yuri’s eyes sparkled, as if she understood her father’s plan.

Jisoo placed Yuri gently into her highchair, securing her in place before sliding it up beside the kitchen counter. Her tiny hands smacked the tray enthusiastically, babbling as her big eyes followed his every move. Jisoo smiled at her, responding to her every sound with a soft laugh or a playful "What’s that, princess?" as he prepared her breakfast.

He pulled out a perfectly ripe avocado and sliced it while waiting for the toast to pop up from the toaster. Humming softly, he scrambled an egg for protein, plating everything neatly for Yuri. Her small squeals of excitement filled the kitchen as she watched him work.

Moments later, you emerged from the bedroom, still a bit groggy but ready to help out with breakfast. Stretching as you entered the kitchen, you smiled at the scene before you: Jisoo fussing over Yuri, who was happily babbling away in her highchair.

"Do we have any veggies, babe?" Jisoo asked, peering into the fridge as he looked for something to add to Yuri’s meal.

You joined him at the fridge, pulling out a bunch of broccoli. "I’ll steam these for you. Avocado toast?" you asked, gesturing to the stack of avocados on the counter, too sleepy to consider a more complicated breakfast option.

Jisoo laughed, catching the subtle tiredness in your voice. "Sure, babe. That works. I'll pop some bread in the toaster for us."

Your heart softened at his thoughtful offer, and you leaned in for a quick kiss. He smiled into the kiss, but before he could say anything, Yuri squealed loudly, her little arms flailing in excitement. She loved seeing her parents share affection.

"Mama! Mama!" Yuri called out, her bright voice making both of you laugh.

Jisoo turned to her with an exaggerated look of surprise. "Papa!" he said, pointing to himself and trying once again to coax her into saying his name. This wasn’t the first time he’d tried, but Yuri seemed determined to make him wait.

Yuri stared at him with a mischievous smile, her little cheeks puffing up with glee. Jisoo sighed dramatically, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. "I’m convinced she’s holding back on purpose," he said, turning back to you with a grin.

You chuckled, finishing up the eggs and setting them on the toast. "She definitely knows how to mess with you," you teased, sliding the toast onto a plate.

Jisoo propped his elbow on the counter, smirking. "Wonder where she got that attitude from," he mumbled playfully, his gaze flicking to you.

"Careful," you said with mock sternness, laughing as you pulled the steamed broccoli out and set some on Yuri’s tray. You grabbed her plate, placing it on the highchair tray in front of her. "Yuri! Let’s eat," you cooed, pushing her closer to the table.

Jisoo laughed as he followed you to the table, carrying the avocado toast you’d prepared for the two of you. Yuri wasted no time reaching for her food, her little fingers grabbing a piece of broccoli as she babbled happily.

"You want coffee?" Jisoo asked, setting your plate in front of you and leaning down slightly to meet your gaze.

"Sure, thanks," you said with a soft smile, sitting beside Yuri to help her with her breakfast.

As Jisoo brewed the coffee, he glanced back at the two of you. Watching Yuri munch on her broccoli, occasionally glancing at you for reassurance, filled him with warmth.

Jisoo glanced at you with a questioning look when you casually slid one of your toasts onto his plate. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow in mild disbelief.

"I’ve had enough," you murmured, taking a slow sip of your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

Jisoo narrowed his eyes slightly, unconvinced. In no universe could his wife, you, have possibly eaten enough already. He knew you too well—you never left food unfinished unless you physically couldn’t eat another bite.

"You sure?" he asked, picking up the toast, his tone teasing but laced with genuine curiosity.

You nodded, quickly redirecting your attention to Yuri, who was happily holding pieces of her soft toast in both hands, her cheeks puffed out as you helped her eat bits of scrambled egg in between.

Jisoo chuckled quietly, still watching you as he finished his food. The three of you remained at the dining table, savoring the cozy morning together while Yuri enjoyed her breakfast. Jisoo couldn’t help but laugh every time Yuri deliberately squished her food between her tiny fingers or smushed it against her highchair tray, giggling as though it was her way of entertaining her parents.

"No, eat it properly," you tried to warn her in your soft yet firm "mom voice," but Yuri wasn’t having it. Her giggles turned into a squeal as she continued playing with her food.

Jisoo leaned back in his chair, stealing glances at you as you sighed and relaxed against the backrest, your eyes wandering to the untouched piece of toast on your plate. He smirked knowingly. You could never leave food uneaten, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

"Eat it, babe," he said with a warm smile, his tone gentle but encouraging.

You let out another sigh, glancing at the toast before mumbling, "I think it’s time."

Jisoo raised his brows, intrigued. "Time for what?" he asked, leaning forward slightly as if to make sure he caught every word.

"Losing weight," you admitted, your tone casual yet tinged with determination. You glanced at him, waiting for his reaction.

Jisoo tilted his head, his brows furrowing slightly. "What’s wrong? You’re perfect," he said sincerely, his voice filled with genuine care.

You shrugged, grabbing a napkin to wipe Yuri’s messy mouth as she continued to babble and grin at both of you. "I know," you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s just… I think it’s time to get back on track, you know? Focus on myself a little more."

Jisoo nodded, understanding immediately. He wasn’t one to push you, but he always supported your goals, whatever they might be.

"And since Yuri’s started taking formula now," you added, glancing at your daughter, who was happily gnawing on her toast, "it feels like the perfect time to start the drill."

Jisoo’s lips curled into a soft smile as he reached across the table, placing his hand gently over yours. "Whatever you want to do, I’m with you," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "But just so you know, you’re already amazing as you are."

You smiled back, squeezing his hand lightly. "Thanks," you whispered, feeling the familiar warmth of his support wash over you.

As you gently wiped the crumbs off Yuri’s cheeks, she squirmed in her highchair, babbling excitedly. Her breakfast was a success, as evidenced by the mess she’d created on her tray. You smiled softly, brushing the bits of scrambled egg off her little hands.

Jisoo stood beside the sink, rinsing his plate, and turned his attention to you and Yuri. "Hey," he started, his tone casual but thoughtful, "if you want to hit the gym or go for a workout, I can watch Yuri for a bit."

You glanced up at him, surprised by the offer. "Really? Are you sure?" you asked, carefully unfastening Yuri’s highchair straps and lifting her into your arms.

Jisoo dried his hands on a kitchen towel and walked over to you. "Of course. You’ve been talking about getting back into a routine, and I’ve got no problem keeping an eye on her. Right, Yuri?" He gently poked her tummy, earning a delighted giggle from her.

You chuckled, adjusting Yuri on your hip. "You do realize she’s going to keep you on your toes the whole time, right?"

Jisoo chuckled, "come on, I’m her dad. I’ve got the stamina for this."

"Well, you sound confident. I might just take you up on that."

"Good," Jisoo replied, cradling Yuri in one arm while using the other to brush her hair away from her face. "But seriously, go do something for yourself. Hit the gym, take a yoga class, or even just grab a coffee and relax. I’ve got this."

You smiled at him, the weight of his offer sinking in. "Thanks, babe. I think I’ll take you up on that. I’ve been meaning to check out that new gym a few blocks away."

"If you want to do some cardio, you know I can help, right?" he teased, a playful smirk on his face as he balanced Yuri on his hip.

You turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? And what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hong?"

Jisoo’s wink was shameless, his confidence radiating as he adjusted Yuri in his arms. "I’m just saying, some activities burn just as many calories as running," he quipped, his tone dripping with humor.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the grin tugging at your lips. "Smooth," you muttered, shaking your head

Yuri, oblivious to her father’s cheeky comment, clapped her hands and let out a squeal. "Mama!" she called, pointing toward you as if demanding your attention back.

You walked back over and gently poked her cheek. "See, Yuri? This is why your dad needs babysitting too."

*

Jisoo sat cross-legged on the living room floor after preparing a snack for Yuri. He placed the plate of crackers on the coffee table and handed one to Yuri, who was perched on the couch, her tiny legs swinging and her eyes glued to the TV screen. Jisoo chuckled softly as he noticed she hadn’t even glanced at the snack.

"You really love your Uncle Jun, huh, Yuri?" he said with a smile, leaning over to press a kiss to her chubby little leg. But Yuri remained entranced, captivated by the drama featuring her Jun Uncle that they had been watching since you left for your pilates session.

With an hour and a half until you’d return, Jisoo was determined to keep his promise to you—Yuri would have a great time with him, no distractions. He still felt a twinge of guilt from the last time you left him in charge when he had dozed off on the couch. Yuri, ever the independent little explorer, had ended up playing blocks alone in her room until your voice startled Jisoo awake.

"You know, I can take her to daycare for a couple of hours," you had suggested earlier, sensing Jisoo's exhaustion. But he had been adamant about being responsible. "I’ve got this," he assured you, wanting to prove that he could handle fatherhood without shortcuts.

Now, here he was, spending quality time with Yuri in front of the TV, though he couldn’t help but notice how absorbed she was in Jun’s drama.

"Yuri, what’s so special about Uncle Jun? Is he handsome?" Jisoo asked playfully, tilting his head as he observed his little girl. To his utter surprise, Yuri nodded—actually nodded—as if she completely understood the question.

Jisoo gasped in mock betrayal. "Seriously? How about Papa? I’m handsome too, you know," he teased, his tone laced with exaggerated offense.

This time, Yuri’s focus shifted from the screen to him, her wide eyes meeting his.

"Papapapa..." she babbled, her tiny voice causing Jisoo to freeze. Did she just say "Papa"?

Jisoo’s heart nearly burst with excitement as he squatted in front of her, his face lit with anticipation. "Say it again, Yuri. Come on, say Papa!" he urged, his voice filled with hope.

But Yuri, ever the mischievous one, smiled sweetly and babbled, "Mamamama…"

Jisoo groaned dramatically, flopping backward onto the floor as Yuri giggled at his reaction. "Unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head while his daughter clapped her hands, clearly enjoying her father’s antics.

"Your Mama’s going to love this," Jisoo said with a laugh, reaching over to hand Yuri another cracker. Though she still seemed more interested in the TV, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Even if she didn’t say "Papa" again just yet, moments like these made every second of fatherhood worth it.

Yuri let out a string of happy chatter as she finished the cracker in her hand. Jisoo, feeling playful and wanting to challenge her, decided to turn the snack into a game. "Get one yourself," he said with a grin, placing another cracker on the coffee table just out of her reach.

Yuri, as if she understood the command, looked at the cracker with determination. She pushed herself up onto her feet, her tiny legs wobbling as she steadied herself. She had been practicing standing and walking for a few steps, often holding onto walls or someone’s hand for support, but she wasn’t quite walking on her own yet.

Jisoo, sensing an opportunity, gently pushed the coffee table a bit further away, encouraging her to try. "Come on, Yuri. You can do it," he coaxed, his tone full of excitement.

Yuri first dropped to her knees and crawled toward the table. As soon as she reached it, she pulled herself up, gripping the edge with her small hands. Jisoo crouched beside her, smiling mischievously. "No crawling this time," he said softly as he gently lifted her back onto her feet.

"Let’s take a step," he said, holding her steady before slowly letting go.

Yuri wobbled, her balance shaky, and she plopped back down onto her diaper with a little thud. Jisoo chuckled but didn’t give up. "Come on, baby girl. Let’s try again. You’ve got this."

With his encouragement, Yuri stood up once more. She teetered as she extended one tiny foot forward, her brows furrowed in concentration. When she managed to take her first step, Jisoo’s face lit up with pure joy. "Yes! That’s my girl!" he cheered, clapping his hands enthusiastically.

Spurred on by her dad’s encouragement, Yuri took another unsteady step, then another. Her little giggles filled the room as she reached the coffee table and grabbed the cracker she had been eyeing. She squealed in triumph, holding it up like a prize.

Jisoo let out a celebratory yell, jumping to his feet. "Yuri, you did it! You walked, baby! You actually walked!" He scooped her up, twirling her around as she laughed in delight, her tiny arms flailing.

Still holding her cracker tightly, Yuri babbled happily as if sharing her victory. Jisoo kissed her chubby cheek, his heart swelling with pride. "Mama’s going to be so proud when she hears this," he said, already imagining how excited you’d be to hear about the milestone.

Jisoo was on a roll. After Yuri's triumphant first steps, he couldn’t help himself—he had to see her do it again. He gently set her down on the floor and placed another cracker a few feet away on the coffee table. "Okay, Yuri, let’s go for round two," he said, clapping his hands in encouragement.

Yuri, still riding the high of her little victory, babbled in delight and reached for him before attempting to stand again. This time, her steps were a little more confident, though still wobbly. She managed three tiny steps before plopping down again, giggling uncontrollably at Jisoo’s over-the-top cheering.

"You’re a natural!" Jisoo laughed, scooping her up for a quick cuddle before setting her down again. "One more time, baby girl. Let’s show Mama just how much you’ve improved!"

The two of them turned the living room into a mini walking practice arena. Jisoo spaced out her favorite toys along the floor, creating little "goals" for her to reach. He moved from one end of the room to the other, encouraging her every time she stumbled or hesitated.

"Come to Papa, Yuri! You can do it!" he called, crouching down with his arms open. Yuri squealed and took a few hesitant steps toward him before collapsing into his embrace. "That’s my girl!" he exclaimed, peppering kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

As the minutes turned into nearly an hour, Jisoo didn’t even notice how much time had passed. He was so focused on helping Yuri improve that he didn’t realize the living room was now strewn with toys, crackers, and a pile of pillows he’d used to soften her landing spots.

*

Jisoo entered the practice room, holding Yuri’s hand as she walked beside him. The one-year-old Yuri was a bit shy, flinching slightly as she was greeted by the chorus of excited voices from the members who were eager to see her.

"My wife will pick her up in an hour," Jisoo informed everyone, explaining why he had to bring Yuri to the practice. However, no one really seemed to pay much attention to his words; they were all too busy fawning over the tiny celebrity of the day.

"It's been so long since I've seen her. I can't believe she’s gotten this big!" Dokyeom exclaimed, lifting Yuri into his arms as she reached out with her little hands, clearly asking to be picked up.

"This is what it feels like to be her favorite," Dokyeom grinned, flexing proudly as Yuri clung to his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Seungkwan stood off to the side, feeling wronged. Yuri had been avoiding him, and worse, she outright refused to be held by him. His pout was noticeable, but the others were too caught up in Yuri’s cuteness to notice.

"You shouldn't come to her like that, Kwan," Soonyoung teased, watching Seungkwan’s failed attempts to hold Yuri.

"Dont act like she likes you more than me," Seungkwan shot back. "We’re on the same stage here."

Just then, the door to the practice room opened, and Jun walked in. As soon as Yuri saw him, her eyes lit up, and she let out a squeal of excitement.

Jisoo sighed, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "Yuri loves Jun. She’s watched all his dramas."

The statement caught everyone off guard, and Jun himself seemed genuinely surprised by the revelation. He quickly walked over and took Yuri from Dokyeom’s arms, and from that moment on, Yuri’s eyes never left him. Even as practice began, with music playing and choreography being rehearsed, Yuri sat on the couch, content with a snack in her tiny hands.

"Sit here while Papa works, okay?" Jisoo called gently, but Yuri didn’t even glance in his direction. Instead, she shamelessly stared up at Jun, her gaze unwavering as if she was completely captivated by him.

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone watching as Yuri refused to acknowledge Jisoo, only caring about Jun. The contrast between the two was almost too funny. Jisoo couldn't help but shake his head, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. "I guess I’ll never be her favorite," he muttered under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the others.

"Looks like Jun hyung is the real star of the show now," Dokyeom teased, and the rest of the members nodded in agreement, still entranced by Yuri's devotion to Jun.

The clock struck 10 PM, signaling that it was well past Yuri’s bedtime. You and Jisoo sat comfortably on the couch, unwinding after a long day. Jisoo had just come home from practice, and after you accompanied him during his late dinner, the two of you decided to share a can of beer. It had become a quiet ritual, a time to share stories about your days and simply enjoy each other's presence.

Jisoo leaned back on the couch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he recounted his day. “The members were so obsessed with Yuri during practice,” he said, chuckling at the memory. “No one could focus because she was there stealing the spotlight. Even Dokyeom was acting like her bodyguard.”

You smiled, imagining the scene. “I bet she loved the attention.”

“Oh, she did. But guess who she gave all her attention to?” Jisoo raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. “Jun. She only had eyes for him.” He laughed, shaking his head as if he still couldn’t believe it. “She wouldn’t even look at me. She was completely smitten.”

You laughed along with him, but his words sparked a thought. “You know,” you began, “I remember watching all of Jun’s dramas while I was pregnant with her. Could that be the reason?”

Jisoo’s brows furrowed in mock betrayal. “You watched all his dramas? You didn’t even watch my variety show!” His eyes widened as if he had just uncovered a great scandal.

You chuckled softly, trying to defend yourself. “Did I say all? Actually, not all of them. And for the record, I did watch your variety show!”

Jisoo raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “The full episodes?"

You cringed, guilt flashing across your face. “The clips,” you admitted, unable to meet his eyes.

Jisoo burst out laughing, pulling you into his arms. “Unbelievable. My own wife.” Jisoo burst out laughing, shaking his head at your guilty expression before pulling you into a warm embrace. "I know you like Jun," he teased.

Your cheeks flushed as you giggled, tightening the hug. "I mean… he’s so handsome. How could someone be that handsome?" you admitted, unable to suppress your grin.

Jisoo pulled back slightly, pouting like a child. "I’m handsome too, you know."

"You are," you reassured him with a smile, "but he’s, like, super handsome."

"Super handsome?!" Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest as if you had just wounded him. "That’s way too much to say about another man who isn’t your husband! You’re breaking my heart here!"

His over-the-top reaction had you bursting into laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you playfully swatted his arm. "Oh, stop being dramatic!"

But Jisoo only leaned back with a mock sigh, mumbling, "I can’t believe I’m losing to Jun in my own house…"

Shaking your head in amusement, you snuggled closer to him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I married you, didn’t I?"

Jisoo grinned, his pout disappearing as he kissed the top of your head. "Yeah, you did. And that’s all that matters. But if Yuri starts calling Jun 'Dad,' we’re going to have a serious talk."

*

A year and a half later, your house was once again filled with excitement when you found out you were pregnant again—this time, with a boy. Jisoo was over the moon, and Yuri, though too young to fully understand, was thrilled at the idea of being a big sister. As the weeks passed, you began to experience all the ups and downs of pregnancy again, but this time, there was a twist—your cravings weren’t food-related. Instead, you had an undeniable, almost ridiculous craving to see Jun in person.

It started innocently enough. One quiet evening as Jisoo folded Yuri’s tiny clothes, you glanced at him from the couch and casually said, “I don’t know why, but I really want to see Jun. Like, just once. Is that weird?”

Jisoo froze mid-fold, turning his head slowly like he’d misheard you. His lips curled into a smirk as he placed the neatly folded onesie on the growing pile. “So now it’s not just binge-watching his dramas, huh? You want to meet him too?”

You groaned, placing a hand on your belly. “I can’t help it, okay? It’s like… I need to see him. Maybe it’s the hormones.”

“Hormones, huh?” Jisoo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “Sure it’s not your long-brewing celebrity crush finally boiling over? Because if we’re blaming hormones, then I think Yuri was just your cover-up last time”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged with ease, laughing as he dropped onto the couch beside you, leaving Yuri’s clothes momentarily abandoned.

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m being serious here,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “I might actually cry if I don’t see him.”

Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically like you’d just confessed something scandalous. “Cry? You’d cry over another man? A man who isn’t your husband?”

“Oh, don’t start,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t understand. It’s not just about him being… you know…”

“Handsome? Perfect? Tall? Charismatic?” Jisoo listed with a grin, ticking the traits off on his fingers like he was keeping score. “Oh, I understand, trust me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Of course I am,” he shot back, still grinning. “I get to see my wife all flustered over a guy I personally know. Do you want me to get his autograph too? Or better yet, a signed poster?”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing despite yourself. “Stop it! You’re the worst.”

Jisoo feigned offense, gasping again. “The worst? Here I am, folding clothes for our child, and you’re plotting a meeting with another man. Unbelievable.”

“Baby,” you groaned, dragging out his name. “I’m pregnant! And it’s not like I’m asking for much. I just want to see him, like… once. It’s not a crime.”

“Alright, alright,” he relented, leaning back against the couch with a teasing glint still in his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m your husband. I’ll see what I can do.”

Your eyes lit up immediately. “Really? You’ll do that for me?”

“Of course,” he said, reaching over to pull you into a side hug. “But don’t think I’ll let you gush over him in front of me. I’ll have to establish dominance as your real favorite.”

“Oh, please. You’re lucky I married you,” you teased, earning a pillow thrown back at you this time. And as laughter filled the room, you thought to yourself how you really did marry the best man after all.

You weren’t sure if he was serious, but you knew Jisoo. When he set his mind to something, he always made it happen. And, true to his word, a week later, he came home with the biggest grin on his face.

“Guess what?” he said, walking into the living room where you were lounging with Yuri.

“What?” you asked, curious but suspicious of his tone.

“I arranged for us to visit the company tomorrow. The members are practicing, and Jun will be there,” he said, casually dropping the news as if it were no big deal.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait, really? You’re serious?”

“Of course,” he said, sitting beside you and pulling you into a side hug. “Do you think I’d let my pregnant wife cry over Jun? I’m not that heartless.”

The next day, Jisoo drove you and Yuri to the company, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you entered the practice room, the members greeted you warmly, all eyes lighting up when they saw Yuri and your growing belly.

But you only had eyes for one person. There he was, standing near the mirrors, his hair slightly tousled and his warm smile directed at Yuri, who had already run toward him.

“Jun,” you said softly, feeling a little starstruck despite yourself.

Jun turned to you, his smile widening. “Oh, Y/n! It’s so good to see you again.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as Jisoo, standing beside you, tried to stifle a laugh. “Go on,” he whispered, nudging you lightly.

Jun walked over and greeted you politely, his gentle demeanor putting you at ease. He crouched slightly to address your belly. “So, this is the little one who’s been making all the fuss about meeting me?”

You burst out laughing, your nerves melting away. “Apparently. It’s all his fault,” you joked, patting your bump.

As the day went on, you couldn’t stop smiling. Watching Jun play with Yuri and talk to Jisoo like old friends felt surreal. Jisoo, for his part, seemed to enjoy watching you quietly fangirl, even sneaking a picture of you and Jun talking.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, you turned to Jisoo and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for today. It really meant a lot to me.”

Jisoo grinned, pulling you close. “Anything for you. Besides, I’m just glad you didn’t run away with Jun.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite.”

“You better mean that,” he said playfully, kissing the top of your head.

“I do,” you murmured, your voice soft with love. And with that, you drifted off to sleep, feeling incredibly grateful for your husband who always made everything easier—because he’s Jisoo, and he always could.

[connorsui]

Tending to mr.crawlings hair had become a strange sort of ritual.

It wasn’t as though he ever asked for it—he rarely asked for anything, his fragmented words caught between hollow giggles and crooked smiles—but you could tell. The way he tilted his head, like a dog waiting for a pat, or the faint, bone-deep rattle of his laugh when your fingers brushed through the silken black strands dragging behind him. He liked it.

No, loved it.

“Sit,” you murmured softly, and he obeyed, folding his spindly limbs in a spider-like crouch in front of you. His face remained hidden behind the curtain of his endless hair, but his constant smile curved wider as you knelt down beside him.

“Pretty,” he giggled, his voice a rasp, the words barely audible. His skeletal fingers twitched but stayed still, letting you work.

“Yes, yes, your hair. pretty,” you teased, sifting the impossibly soft locks through your fingers. It was odd how such a thing—attached to such a terrifying figure—could feel so human. So alive. The contrast made your chest ache with something you didn’t want to name.

You began with a comb, carefully working through the tangles at the ends. Every time the teeth snagged, he let out a breathy laugh, as though the sensation tickled him. The sound was unnerving, but you’d grown used to it—like the way he crawled instead of walking or how he never revealed his face. Well, not often.

“Does that hurt?” you asked, your voice a little softer.

“No,” he whispered, the word drawn out, lips splitting into an eerie grin. His shoulders shivered beneath the tension of your touch, lanky and fragile like brittle twigs beneath his pale skin.

"You. Never. Hurt"

You continued in silence, the only sound the occasional rustle of his hair against the floor. Once the knots were smoothed, you reached for a small bottle of oil, pouring a few drops into your palm. He tilted his head curiously as you began working the slick liquid through the roots.

“Good,” he rasped, giggling faintly. “Feels... good.”

“I thought so,” you murmured, unable to suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. “Someone’s got to take care of this. You’d let it grow into a nest if I didn’t.”

“Yours,” he whispered, almost too quiet to catch. Your fingers faltered for a moment, your chest tightening.

“What?”

“Yours,” he repeated, voice more of a hiss. His head tilted back, revealing a glimpse of hollowed, scarred sockets beneath the hair. His grin widened further, a grotesque stretch of love and delight. “Only… yours.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t stop, fingers trembling slightly as you began twisting his hair into a loose braid. It trailed down his back, reaching all the way to the floor. When you were finished, you tied the end with a pink ribbon, the same way you always did.

“There,” you said softly. “All done.”

He craned his neck toward you, the smile never fading.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, voice cracking.

Whether he meant you or the braid, you weren’t sure.

[star-writes-sometimes]

now i need tattooartist!thanos reacting to you getting a tattoo from someone he doesn’t like.. maybe player 333 or something

c/w - nothing really, fluff and tattoos

a/n - please please please send me requests for thanos and nam-gyu!! especially tattooartist!thanos!!!!!

tattooartist!thanos headcanons

—

“there’s my flower!” thanos yells out as he emerges from the back of the tattoo parlour. he throws his arms around you in a tight hug, swinging you from side to side.

you roll your eyes and smile, returning his hug, “hi thanos,” you say softly.

he pulls away from you but keeps his hands on your shoulders. “i haven’t seen you in forever!” he exclaims dramatically while rubbing his thumbs against your shoulders.

“it hasn’t even been two months,” you say, laughing a little.

“much too long,” he says with a grin. he lets go of you only to grab your wrist to drag you into his room.

this will be your fourth tattoo with him, so you know the routine. you sit down on the tattoo bench and take off your jacket while thanos sits on his rolling stool. he fiddles with a few things before he rolls in front of you and smiles up at you.

“so, gorgeous, left inner forearm, yeah?” he asks and looks at your arms.

“yeah, sort of in the middle but closer to my wrist,” you reply but thanos stays quiet. instead of grabbing your left arm and looking at the spot like he normally would, he holds your right arm. his thumb gently runs along the small tattoo that is inside your elbow crease.

it wasn’t there last time you saw him.

you got it about a month ago when you were at a friend's bachelorette party. it was early in the night when you were all just a little bit buzzed and decided to change what bar you were at. along the way you passed an almost empty tattoo shop that had a promotion going on, you would get a discount if two people got tattoos around the same size

your friend asked you to get a tattoo with her so the promotion would apply and you didn’t think much of it. but apparently thanos did.

“this is new,” he says quietly, his voice lacking its usual playful tone.

“yeah,” you say, not really understanding his shift in demeanour. sure you used him more than any other artist but it wasn’t like you had never gotten a tattoo from someone else before. this was just the first new one from a different artist since you started using thanos.

“i wish you would've gotten it from me,” he grumbles.

you have to hold back a laugh at the small pout that formed on his face, “i’m sorry it was an impulse decision and we were nowhere near here,” you say softly.

he pouts even more and looks closely at the tattoo, “where’d you get it? why’d you get it? who did it? was it done safely?” he asks rapidly.

you can’t hold back your laughs this time, “it was safe, don’t worry, i’m not dumb,” you giggle slightly, “my friend asked me to get one with her. it was some place downtown, bumblebee or something?”

his eyes widen and his grip on your arm tightens, “honeybee?”

“yeah that was it,” you say cautiously.

he groans dramatically and gets closer to you, “please tell me you didn’t get tattooed by myung-gi.”

you try not to smile at his theatrics, “that was him.”

he quickly spins on his stool away from you. you’re left sitting there confused as he grabs some aftercare cream and carefully applies it to the tattoo (which, of course, you had already been doing).

“what are you-” you start but he cuts you off.

“stupid asshole, he never knows how to treat a girl right,” he mutters. you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself, “breaks my heart thinking of you sitting there all pretty for him while he gets to touch you.”

you smile at his protectiveness. you thought his clinginess was for everybody but this felt even more personal than usual. the way he was rubbing the cream into your arm as gently as possible, studying the tattoo like looking at it would tell him a secret you were holding back, it all felt so intimate.

“thanos,” you say gently and he looks up at you. his expression softens but he doesn’t smile he usually does whenever his eyes are on you.

he stands up suddenly and grabs your cheeks in one hand, squishing them together. he brings your face close to his and stares into your eyes with a deadly seriousness you didn’t think he was capable of. 

“never get a tattoo from him again.” he says firmly before scoffing slightly, “actually i’d like it if you never got tattoos from anyone except me ever again, but particularly him.”

you're surprised by his intensity and you nod, “okay, thanos. i’ll only get tattoos from you for now on. i promise.”

he let’s go of your cheeks and holds out one of his pinky fingers, “pinky promise?”

you laugh and link your pinky with his, “pinky promise.”

a wide grin spreads across his face and he kisses you cheek, “good. you’re my favourite, baby, i can’t have you cheating on me,” he ruffles your hair affectionately and walk away to where he keeps his stencil paper, “now how big did you want this one?”

you were grateful he didn't touch your cheeks again because you were sure they were burning after the kiss. butterflies were making a home in your stomach and you couldn't even register his question properly, “hmm?”

“how big, princess?” he asks, turning to you with a cheeky grin.

“oh, um, six centimetres long and four centimetres tall,” you say and offer him a small smile in return.

he prints the first stencil and sits in front of you once again, “don't worry, beautiful, i'll treat you so much better you'll forget all about that little rat.”

as he places the stencil on you can't help the way your heart speeds up slightly. especially when he offers his hand to help you stand up.

you take his hand and stand in front of the mirror. he stands behind you and hums as he inspects the blue ink on your skin, “what do you think, lovely?”

it looked great, as usual. you’ve only needed him to move a stencil once before. it was like he instinctively knew what you wanted before you had even worked it out for yourself.

“it’s perfect,” you say softly. for a fleeting second you think about myung-gi. how he had to redo the stencil six times because he wasn't listening to you and how annoyed he acted everytime you asked for it to move.

thanos wraps his arms around your waist and smiles. he kisses your temple, “only the best for my prettiest customer.”

you didn’t need any other artists when you had him.

—

[chosove]

*tw!!! daddy kink!!! + a lotttt of size kink stuff!!! fem bodied reader*

I know he gets such a like…almost ‘selfish lover’ rep but in my humble daddy issue biased opinion, toji would 100% talk you through it like…

Everyone already finds him so intimidating, if not from his stature and general appearance, its his gruff voice and combative personality. He doesnt even mean to do it, he just always has that trademark scowl on his face that makes people afraid to say excuse me in grocery stores :(

Not you though, you still served him with your bright smile as he checked out of the store. You asked how he was and giggled at his flirty response of ‘why, ya wanna make my day better?’. I mean…other than his kids he never had people willingly make small talk with him, let alone laugh at his old man jokes.

Godddd he just gets so flustered when you look at him with your big doe eyes and say have a fantastic day :(

Thats why when he sees you on the dating app megumi downloaded for him (against his will), he feels his heart skip a beat. I just know he’s all nervous, thinking how dirty he is as a self proclaimed ‘old man’ finding such a pretty young thing attractive- i mean you could literally be his daughter. All these worried thoughts flitted through his head while he tried to decide, not realizing his thumb was just a littttttlllleeeee too close to the screen as he accidentally matched with you.

Oh.

Oh.

I mean it was an accident for him, but was it an accident for you? It couldnt be if you were texting him already, a message reading “hey there stranger :)” popping up on his phone.

And when you liked his simple response of “Hello.”, responding with “anything i can do to make your night better, toji?”, that couldnt just be a typo or misclick, right?

You made him feel like a teenager again, the butterflies he felt only becoming more intense when you asked him to come over n’ tell you in person :( he nearly jumped out of his skin trying to get ready, hands fumbling with that pinstripe button-up he’d been saving for something special (gumi’s grad or….i guess his first date in forever). It was only at times like this he wished he had someone to call to help him chill out.

Maybe after tonight that’d be you though? He hoped so at least, and even when you pulled him into your apartment, pushing him on the couch while he stuttered about getting to know each other first, he knew you were the girl for him.

It did take a while for him to actually get up to your speed- he didnt wanna break you or anything. You were just so, so desperate for him, tugging at his shirt while you grinded your clothed cunt against his beefy thighs, filthy words coming out of your mouth only making it harder for toji to take it slow with you.

“God you’re so big toji, feel like even jus’ your fingers can split me in half.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you, knew you’d treat me better than all the guys my age. Ya gonna fuck me right toji? Please?”

“C’mon toji…know you wanna breed me, bet it’ll only take one time for me to give you a baby. D’you want that daddy?”

It was no later you said that word that he was picking you up, throwing you onto the tiny mattress your studio apartment held. Yeah, he definitely wasnt getting out of this alive- but neither were you judging by the way his big hands began to unbuckle his belt, unzipping the pants you so graciously left a giant wet stain on, the outline of his cock in his boxers making your mouth water.

“See what ya do to me, pretty?” His deep voice spoke, one hand giving his throbbing dick a few much-needed strokes while he stared down at you like a wolf. “Nothin’ to say anymore, hm? C’mon, i liked hearing it all.”

He hadnt even pressed himself against you before you let out a whine, his hands resting themselves on your sides already being enough to make your hips jump. If it weren’t for the fact he was now intent on hearing more of those pretty sounds from you, he’d have let out a whine himself from how soft your skin felt against his worked hands. And when he slowly pulled your panties down your thighs, clenching his jaw at the sight of strands of wetness sticking to your pussy, he nearly came in his pants.

“Poor girl, bet this sweet pussy hasnt been treated right in forever hm?” The question nearly brought tears to your eyes, both from the truth of it and from the fact he began to thumb at your glistening cunt, the rough pad of his finger being the exact pressure you needed on your pulsing bundle of nerves. “T-toji i might cum alr-”you began, but you werent able to get your sentence out before his hand came down to slap against your cunt.

“What happened to my good girl from earlier? Y’know not to call me toji, little bird. Whats my name?” He whispered against the shell of your ear, fingers covered in your wetness now coming to play with your hard nipples.

Clinging to his shaggy hair like it was your lifeline, you nearly cried out as you came undone for him, the desperate moan of ‘thank you daddy’ falling from your lips. He smiled as you writhed below him, your body convulsing while he let you ride what would be the first of many orgasms that night.

[archangeldyke-all]

High school Sevika x Secret admirer Reader. Like Sevika keeps getting love notes from reader and she’s just like .. da fuq. She’s just too emotionally constipated to realise their love notes FOR HER. And reader (as well are) is so hopelessly in love with her.

okay OKAY this is so fucking cute i'm gonna make this the masc4masc childhood friends story too heheeh

lets just assume zaun has a underfunded shitty education system lol

men and minors dni

sevika keeps getting these stupid fucking letters.

they're written in glitter pen, usually on construction paper cut out into a heart. the handwriting is agonizingly neat, like whoever's writing them's spending hours getting their cursive perfect. they're always unsigned, and they usually contain some stupid, romantic compliment, like 'your eyes are the stars of my galaxy' and shit.

"whatcha got sev?" you ask as you catch up with her in the hallway, hipchecking her as she glares down at the latest of her growing collection.

this one reads 'sev, you're prettier than you let yourself think.'

sevika scoffs and crumbles the paper up into a ball.

"are there any other sevika's in this school?" she asks. you blink up at her.

"what?"

"like, does anybody else have my name? or is there a sev or a seven or a sven?"

"fuck are you talking about?" you ask.

sevika groans and shoves the note into your hands. "this!! i keep getting these stupid ass love notes. some poor sap's got the wrong fucking locker, or the wrong sevika, or something." she scoffs.

you don't laugh. sevika slows her walk to blink over at you.

you're... staring at her. almost like you're angry?

"what?" she asks.

you take a deep breath then shake your head. "n-nothing."

"nothing?"

"it's nothing." you insist, nodding. sevika glares at you.

"you're horrible at lying."

"and you're gonna be late to chemistry."

"so i'll skip." sevika shrugs and nudges your shoulder. "what's that look for?"

"you're so fucking stupid!" you shout. sevika jumps a bit. you huff, then smack sevika's shoulder as you storm down the hall. she jogs to keep up with you. "you-- you get these romantic, heartfelt notes, addressed to you, and you think; what? there's another sevika in school? you're fucking ridiculous!"

"wh-- you think these are for me!?"

"of course they are!"

"who the fuck would write love letters for me?!" sevika asks.

honestly, she's completely flabbergasted. you never struck sevika as the kinda girl who cares about stupid shit like romance, but apparently it means a lot to you.

"someone who likes you, you idiot! a-and you're probably hurting their fucking feelings by treating their hard work like garbage. this is like the sixth one you've crumpled up. you spit your gum in the first one." you huff.

sevika blinks at you. she didn't tell you about the notes until now.

you seem to realize this at the same moment, because your walking comes to a halt, your eyes stuck on something far away.

sevika starts to giggle. your shoulders shoot up to your ears. "shut up." you mumble.

sevika's laughter only grows. "oh, janna." she snorts and throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. "what, you gotta crush on me?!" she asks.

you glare up at her. "'y don't have to laugh about it."

"no, i'm not-- i just-- you're so fucking cool, you don't need to leave stupid notes in my locker, i already--" sevika cuts herself off. you giggle. it's her turn to fluster. "shut up." she demands. you giggle.

"c'mon. let's ditch and smoke under the bleachers." you suggest, tugging sevika toward the exit.

as you walk outside, sevika worms her wrist out of your grip and replaces it with her hand-- her fingers intertwined with yours.

"you should become a professional card maker."

"fuck off."

"i'm serious! they're impressive." she says. you groan.

"they're cheesy, i know, i just--"

sevika darts in and kisses your cheek.

you're so distracted by the feeling of her soft lips against your cheek that you walk face first into a low-hanging bar under the bleachers.

sevika cackles as you clutch your head.

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[earthchica]

always and forever

aaron pierre x black, fem! reader {actress}

summary: you and Aaron have been dating for five months. It's been great, and both of you are happily in love despite navigating each other's busy schedules.

warnings: explicit smut 18+, light teasing, morning sex, unprotected, light daddy kink, breeding kink, long-distance, dirty talking, bubble bath, boyfriend/girlfriend, actor/actress, not real life, original characters, use of Y/N, words: 6k

note: part 3 is here, and part 4 will be out on Saturday. thank you to everyone who voted in my poll yesterday. I hope you enjoy it.

part one | part two

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your bedroom. You stretched lazily, feeling the warmth and comfort of the bed where you lay next to Aaron.

Your heart swelled as you watched him—the way his lashes fanned against his cheek and the slight smile that danced on his lips in his sleep made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Aaron was everything you ever wanted; the way he treated you with love, respect, and emotional support was irresistible. He stirred, as if sensing your gaze, his eyes fluttering open slowly.

When Aaron finally focused on you, his lips curled into that playful grin you adored. "Caught you staring again, love," he teased, his voice still thick with sleep, sending a rush of warmth through your cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance. "I can't help it! You're just so adorable when you sleep," you replied, a laugh bubbling up as he wiggled closer, practically snuggling into your side.

"Adorable, eh?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the compliment. "Well, you might just want to keep that to yourself. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know."

You couldn’t help but giggle, the sound breezy and light, as you nudged him playfully. "I think you’re just too easy to tease."

"I am not," Aaron shot back, playfully puffing out his chest. "Mhmm, okay, Aaron," you said with a smirk.

"I mean, I’ve got myself such a gentle giant with a little rough side to him. What more could a woman want?"

Aaron chuckled, leaned in, pulling you closer, and his eyes softened. “You know I’ve been doin’ a lot of thinkin’. These past five months? They’ve been…”

He hesitated, looking for the right words. “We've known each other for two years as friends, but our relationship has blossomed into something so special. It's been amazing, and you make me so happy that I can't imagine myself not spending the rest of my life with you."

Your heart raced, you said, looking up at him and caressing his jawline with your finger while looking between his eyes and lips.

“Oh...I feel the same way, Aaron. You make me so happy, keep me grounded, and always make me feel assured and never doubtful.”

And then, with a deep breath that seemed to carry the weight of the moment, he said it: "I love you, Y/N."

For a split second, time froze. Your heart did a little flip-flop; surprise washed over you, followed quickly by a swell of happiness. “I… I love you too!”

The words slipped out almost instinctively, and a radiant smile broke across your face.

"Really?" Aaron asked as his face lit up. He pulled you into a warm embrace and began kissing your neck, which caused you to laugh, which filled the bedroom.

"Yes, I love you," you repeated with laughter. "Repeat it," Aaron whispered in your ear with a more lustfully, darker tone. You look into his eyes, and you know that like all too well.

Moreover, in a matter of minutes, you didn’t think he would have you on all fours, his strong hands gripping your hips relentlessly as he pounds into you without mercy.

Your right hand will be held behind you, rendering you to his every desire. And with each thrust, he demands that you declare your unwavering love for him.

"Oh, fuck I love you, Aaron," You cried, looking back at him. Aaron’s grin turned wicked, his eyes darkening with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

“Repeat it, love,” he demanded, giving your ass cheek a sting smack as his voice dropped low, rough, and dripping with that British accent that always made you weak in the knees.

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“I love you, Aaron,” you gasped, feeling his hands slide possessively down your sides, gripping your hips with a firmness that made your breath hitch.

“I love you so damn much, you are the air that I breathe, Daddy.”

“Mm, that’s my sweet girl,” Aaron purred, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers dug into your dark-brown skin. “You’re mine, ain’t ya? All mine.”

“Yes, ahhh,” you whimpered, arching into him as his mouth trailed hot kisses along your lower back. “All yours.”

“Good,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Cause I'm not sharin’ you with nobody. You hear me? You belong to me, baby. Every inch of you.”

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you nodded frantically, your hands clutching at the sheets as he let go of your arm.

“Yes, Aaron. Only you.” you cried softly. Aaron chuckled darkly, pulling out of you, causing you to whimper and look back at him again.

“That’s what I love to hear,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance and tenderness. His hands moved to your waist, lifting you effortlessly before flipping you onto your back.

Aaron hovered above you, spreading your legs up to get a better view of your wet pussy. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"Fuck..you got me all heated, with just you saying three little words,” Aaron said, his voice low and gravelly, that British accent wrapping around every word like silk.

“I guess you got that great effect on me, love,” Aaron grunts, and you bite your lip, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Is that so?” you asked, looking up at him. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. When he pulled away, his breath was warm against your skin.

“You got me all twisted up. Can’t focus on nothin’ but you.” His hands roamed your breasts, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “You feel that?”

His voice was rough as his hard dick traced up and down the wet pussy folds. “Feel how hard I am for you. That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.” He said and you moaned, unable to find the words as his touch ignited a fire deep within you.

Aaron’s lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss was deep and demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

His hands moved to your thighs again as he settled between your legs. “You ready for more, baby?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. “Good,” he said, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “Cause I ain’t stoppin’ till you cumming.”

And with that, he entered you in one swift motion, filling you completely and drawing a moan from your lips. His hands gripped the back of your tights, holding you in place as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Aaron,” you moaned, your nails digging into his arms as he pounded into you with a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“Shit, dear—you feel so fuckin’ good. Tight, wet, all mine.” His voice was raw, guttural, each word dripping with a possessive hunger that made your head spin.

“You like that?” he growled, his hips snapping against yours with a force that had you arching off the bed. “You like how I’m stretching you out, fillin’ you up? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes, oh yes Aaron!” you cried out, your voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside you, over and over again. “Aaron—please—don’t stop!”

Aaron chuckled darkly, vibrating through his chest and straight into your core. “Oh, I'm not stopping, baby. Not until I hear you screaming my name. Not until I feel you clenching around this dick like you can’t let go.”

His hands slide up your body, gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head as he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You gonna take all this dick, baby, like I know you can?” He asked in your ear.

“Yes,” you gasped, your body trembling beneath him as he drove harder, deeper, his rhythm relentless. “Fuck—Aaron, you’re so deep—I can’t—”

“You can,” Aaron growled, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

“You're gonna take it all, sweetheart. Every inch. Every stroke. You belong to me, and I’ll ensure you never forget it.”

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, your body clenching around him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.

His grip on your wrists tightened, his body pressing you into the mattress as he fucked you with a primal intensity that left no room for thought—only feeling.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough, demanding. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his darkened gaze.

“That’s it. Look at me while I fuck you good. Watch how much you’re taking this dick like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, your hips lifting to meet his thrusts as the heat inside you threatened to explode. “Aaron—I’m close—please—”

“Yeah?” Aaron rasped, a grin across his face. “You are gonna cum for me? Are you gonna let go all over this dick? Huh?”

“Yes!” you cried out, your voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure building inside you. “Aaron—I’m gonna—oh goodness, I’m gonna—”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more urgent.

“Cum for me. Let me feel you lose control. Let me feel that pretty pussy milking this dick like you can’t get enough.”

The pressure in your core snapped, and you came undone with a scream, your body convulsing beneath him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Aaron didn’t let up, driving into you relentlessly as you rode out the throes of your orgasm. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“That’s what I wanted. That’s what I needed to see. You cumming on this dick like you can’t take no more. But don’t think we’re done yet love.”

Aaron slowed his pace slightly, allowing you to catch your breath before he leaned down again, his lips brushing against your ear. “You ain’t tapped out on me yet, are you?”

“No,” you whispered hoarsely, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release. Aaron lifted you effortlessly, his strong arms cradling your body as if you weighed nothing.

Your legs instinctively under his arms as his hands gripped your waist as he slid back into you with a deep, deliberate thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—your nails dug into his shoulders as a low moan escaped your lips.

“Hmmm, fuck” he growled, his voice dripping with hunger. “You feel that? We were made for each other. Fits you so damn perfect, doesn’t it?”

Aaron punctuated his words with sharp, punishing thrusts, each one sending shockwaves through your body.

“Aaron—” you whimpered, your head falling back as he pounded into you with a raw intensity that left you breathless.

“Nah, baby, look at me,” Aaron demanded, his voice rough and commanding. You forced your eyes open, locking onto his dark, smoldering gaze.

“That’s it. Look at me while I give you this work. You see how much this pussy belongs to me? How much do you need this dick?”

“Yes, fuck Aaron,” you gasped, your voice trembling as he drove into you harder, your body bouncing with every thrust. “It’s yours—it’s always been yours.”

“That's right,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck.

“And don’t you ever forget it. I want you to remember this moment and every movement we have. When I’m not here, even when we’re apart. Remember how this dick makes you feel. How it stretches, you fill you up just right. How it got you moaning like a mess, begging for more. You gonna remember that, ain’t you?”

“Yes, Aaron,” you moaned, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure began to build inside you. “I’m gonna remember—oh Goodness—I’m gonna remember everything.”

“Good,” he said, his lips curling into a smile. “Cause Imma never letting you forget. This pussy mine and I’ma make sure it stays that way.” He shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside you that made your toes curl and your vision blur.

“Fuck!” you screamed, your body arching against him as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. “Aaron, oh my goodness—I can’t—it’s too much—”

“No, baby, you can take it,” he snarled, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate. “You gonna take all this dick, ain’t you? You’re a big girl; big girls do big things, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your voice rising with each word as the pressure inside you reached its peak. “Give it to me—please—I need it—”

“That’s it, love,” Aaron growled, his hands tightening on your legs as he buried himself deep inside you one last time. “Now cum for me, baby. Let it all go for me.”

The command in his voice was all it took. Your body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through you, your screams echoing off the walls as you clung to him for dear life.

Aaron’s groan was guttural, primal, as he felt you clenching around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body. His thrusts slowed, but they were no less intense, each one drawing out your climax until you were trembling in his arms, utterly spent.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now but still laced with that same possessive edge. “Let it all out. Let me feel you cumming on my dick. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this—so fucking perfect.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but your body spoke for you. Your legs tightened around him, your hands clutching at his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go.

And then, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. “This dick is mine, right?” you whispered, your voice soft but filled with quiet confidence.

“Who else makes you feel like this? Who else gets you this hard, this desperate, this… undone?”

“Fuck, only you, baby, it’s all yours” Aaron let out a low, rumbling growl and buried himself deep inside you one final time. You felt him pulse within you, hot and thick, marking you as his in the most intimate way possible.

For a moment, neither of you moved, wrapping up in each other’s arms. The only sounds in the room were your ragged breaths and the soft patter of sweat dripping.

Aaron’s forehead rested against yours, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He laid you gently on the bed and finally pulled back to look at you, his eyes softening as he saw you.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, and his gentle touches flutter you. “You alright, babe?” he asked, his voice a low murmur filled with concern.

His rough exterior melted away, replaced by a gentleness that always managed to flutter you. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked softly.

You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, Aaron. You were amazing. Just… just the way I needed you to be.”

Aaron nodded, his thumb stroking your cheek as he studied your face. “Good. Cause I’d never wanna hurt you. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, your hand reaching up to cup his face. “I trust you, Aaron. More than anyone.”

His lips curved into a genuine smile that matched his eyes, making them sparkle with love. “Good, I love you, And I ain’t ever letting you go.”

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his skin against yours.

“I don’t want you to,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t ever want to be without you.”

“You won’t be,” he promised, his voice firm and unwavering. “Not as long as I’m breathing. You’re stuck with me, love. Always and Forever.”

“Always and Forever,” you echoed, your heart swelling with emotions you could barely contain. Aaron’s fingers lingered on your dark-brown skin for a moment longer before he kissed your forehead, soft and lingering.

Then, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled away, the warmth of his body leaving you feeling oddly exposed.

“I’ll run you a bath,” he said, his voice soft laced with tenderness. “You deserve to relax after… well, after all that.”

"Yeah, but i'm not complaining," You teased and watched as he padded across the room, biting your lip at the sight of his naked ass, his broad shoulders and muscled back catching the dim light filtering through the curtains.

Every movement was deliberate, and every step carried the confidence that made your stomach flutter. He disappeared into the bathroom, and soon, you heard the sound of water running and the faint hum of him adjusting the temperature.

You tried to get off the bed, but your body felt like it had been turned to lead. Your legs were jelly, and slight panic flickered in your chest for a moment.

You flopped back onto the bed and let out a soft groan, half-amused and half-frustrated. Aaron reappeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with that infuriating grin of his.

The one that always seemed to know exactly how to get under your skin. “What’s the matter, love? Can’t move?” Aaron teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.

“Guess I really did a number on you, huh?” he added and you pouted, crossing your arms over your breasts as best as possible, though the movement felt like a monumental effort.

“You’re not funny, Aaron,” you muttered, though the corners of your lips twitched despite yourself.

“Oh, I think I’m hilarious,” he shot back, pushing off the doorway and sauntering toward you. His steps were slow and deliberate, like a lion stalking its prey.

When he reached the bed, he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Just say you need help, baby.”

“I don't,” you lied, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze. He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“Liar,” he murmured before swooping in to kiss your lips quickly. Before you could protest—or kiss him back—he straightened and offered you his hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You hesitated momentarily before taking his hand, your fingers trembling slightly as they interlaced with his. His grip was firm and steadying, and he quickly pulled you to your feet, though your legs still felt like they might give out at any moment.

Aaron wrapped an arm around your waist, his touch grounding and electrifying as he guided you toward the bathroom. The room was filled with steam, the air thick with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus from the bath salts he’d added to the water.

One candle flickered on the countertops, casting a soft, golden glow that made everything almost magical. The tub was enormous, bubbles spilling over the edges, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of anticipation.

“Thank you, babe,” you murmured, leaning into him as you stepped closer to the tub. “Of course, only the best for you,” he said simply, kissing your head.

Aaron released you long enough to kneel by the tub, testing the water with his hand before nodding in satisfaction. “Perfect temperature.”

He stood and turned to you, his eyes soft but still teasing. “Now, are you going to need help getting in, or can you manage on your own?”

You shot him a look, though no real heat was behind it. “I think I can handle it,” you said, though the way your legs wobbled as you stepped toward the tub suggested otherwise.

Aaron didn’t say anything but hovered close, his hands ready to catch you if needed. The water was divine as you slipped in—warm but not scalding, the bubbles clinging to your skin like a soft embrace.

You sank down with a contented sigh, letting the tension melt away from your muscles. Aaron watched you for a moment, and that infuriating grin still played on his lips before he began to leave.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“Let you relax,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Unless you’d rather I join?”

“Duh, get in here,” you said with a smile. He chuckled, low and warm, and soon stepped into the tub behind you.

The water rose dangerously close to the edge as he settled in, his chest pressing against your back, his legs bracketing yours. You leaned into him, letting his warmth envelop you as the bubbles tickled your skin.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the soft lapping of the water and the occasional flicker of the candle flames.

His fingers traced idle patterns on your arms, his touch feather-light but enough to send little jolts of electricity through you.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself drift in the moment's tranquility.

“You’re quiet,” Aaron murmured after a while, his breath warm against your ear. He added, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” you said softly, though that wasn’t entirely true. “Just… this. You. It’s nice, I’m gonna miss you real bad”

You felt Aaron's arms tighten around you ever so slightly, his breath hitching for a moment before he let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

His lips brushed against the curve of your shoulder, and you could feel the warmth of his smile even without seeing it.

"I’m gonna miss you too," he admitted his voice low and tinged with something that sounded like regret. "More than you know."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his profile in the candlelight—his strong features, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

Aaron looked pensive, almost vulnerable, and it made your chest ache. "It’s not forever, just for a few weeks," you said softly, though the words felt hollow even to your ears.

"True," he agreed, but a weight to his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced. "But it doesn’t make it any easier."

You reached up, tangling your fingers with his where they rested on your arm. The steam from the bath curled around you both, making everything feel hazy and dreamlike.

"We’ll figure it out," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. "We always do."

-

An hour later, you and Aaron were dressed, having shared a leisurely brunch filled with laughter and lingering glances. Now, you stood outside, watching him as he methodically loaded his suitcases into the trunk of his car.

The sunlight glinted off the metal, illuminating your surroundings, but all you could focus on was the rising emotion within you. You felt comforted and heartbroken when he closed the trunk with a decisive thud and walked over, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

Looking into his deep eyes, tears began to well up, threatening to spill over. You had never anticipated that saying goodbye would be this hard; it felt like he was taking a piece of you.

The thought of him being away for just a few weeks loomed heavy in your heart, making it feel like you were parting from your true other half.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Aaron murmured softly, brushing a thumb against your cheek.

“I promise we can make time; we can call, text, and FaceTime each other whenever you want, okay?” His voice was warm and reassuring, yet it still didn’t quite alleviate the ache inside you.

You nodded a silent agreement that felt both comforting and bittersweet. He glanced at his watch, and the moment felt even more fleeting.

“I’ve got to go now,” he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper. The reality of the situation hit you hard.

“Don’t forget me while I’m gone,” you said, trying to inject humor into the sadness, your voice tinged with melodrama. He chuckled softly, a warm smile spreading across his face, and then his expression softened further as he took your hands in his, kissing each one tenderly.

“I could never forget you, baby,” he said, sincerity etched across his features.

“It’s going to be okay; we can do this.” He pulled you into one last embrace, holding you tightly as though he could squeeze every bit of love and reassurance into that moment.

You both reluctantly pulled away, eyes locked, whispering the words that felt like a lifeline. “I love you, Aaron”

“I love you too, Y/N We’ll be back together before you know it.” With a heavy heart, Aaron reached down to grab his handbag from the ground.

Aron stepped back towards his car but then paused, turning to look at you one last time as if committing your image to memory. The moment stretched, and he climbed into the car, starting the engine, the sound a bittersweet reminder that he was leaving.

As he drove away, you watched until his car was just a dot on the horizon, feeling the weight of your longing settle deep within your chest.

[isaadore]

SLEEP CAN WAIT CONNOR BEDARD

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SUMMARY connor wakes you up at two in the morning, completely serious about proving the moon landing was fake. it’s ridiculous, but it has you laughing and falling for him all over again. word count 0.6k

warnings pure fluff, established relationship, light teasing

note requested by @cyberhughes 😋

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YOU WERE TEETERING on the edge of sleep, the warmth of Connor’s arm draped around your waist, his slow and steady breaths lulling you into relaxation. The glow of your bedside lamp illuminated the room in soft golds, casting gentle shadows on the walls. You sighed contentedly, eyes fluttering shut, ready to drift off.

And then Connor spoke.

“You know the moon landing was fake, right?”

Your eyes blinked open, confusion cutting through your drowsiness. You turned your head slowly, catching sight of Connor’s face, illuminated by the soft light. His expression was serious—almost too serious for what he had just said.

“Come again?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

He rolled onto his back, his brows furrowed like he’d been thinking about this for hours. “I mean, think about it,” he began, his voice low but carrying that familiar matter-of-fact tone. “It was 1969. There’s no way they had the technology for that. And the shadows? They don’t even match up.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring at him in disbelief. “Connor, are you seriously telling me you think the moon landing was fake?”

“I don’t think it was fake,” he replied, turning his head to look at you. His blue eyes were filled with an intensity that was both endearing and mildly ridiculous. “I know it was. Have you ever seen the flag in the videos? It’s moving. There’s no wind on the moon.”

Biting back a laugh, you squinted at him. “So you’re saying NASA faked the whole thing? Just for kicks?”

“No, not for kicks,” he said, clearly offended by the idea. “Probably for the Cold War. Or to beat the Soviets. I don’t know.” He shrugged as if the finer details weren’t as important as the truth he was unveiling. “But it’s obvious if you really look into it.”

It was too much. A laugh bubbled out of you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to wake your neighbours. “Connor, it’s two in the morning,” you managed between giggles.

He turned on his side to face you fully, an almost exasperated look on his face. “You’re laughing, but I’m serious. This stuff matters. What if someone asks you about it one day?”

“Oh, of course,” you teased, grinning at him. “Because moon landing conspiracies are such a hot topic in 2025.”

“It could happen!” he insisted, his voice serious. “And when it does, you’ll thank me.”

Shaking your head, you reached out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the soft flush that had spread there. “You’re a nerd, you know that?”

He smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth tilting upward in that shy, boyish way that you loved. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But you love me.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” you admitted with a mock sigh, leaning in to kiss him gently.

Connor sighed as you pulled back, collapsing against the pillows. “Fine. I’ll let you sleep,” he mumbled, almost like he was doing you a favour. “But tomorrow, I’m showing you a video about the shadows. You’ll see I’m right.”

You rolled your eyes and settled back into your spot, the weight of his arm finding its way around your waist again. “Whatever you say, moon boy.”

Even as you closed your eyes, you could feel the energy radiating off him, his mind still racing through facts and theories. And despite how absurd it all was, it made you smile.

Because even when Connor Bedard woke you up in the middle of the night to talk about conspiracy theories, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[elryuse]

Flower Of Evil

Yandere Bibi X Male Reader

Tags : Female Teacher Bibi, Male Teacher Reader, Yandere, Obsession, FUCKING CRAZY YANDERE GIRLSSS, Gore, Thriller, Killer Words : 5,808 Words

A Wonderful and Dangerous Looking Fic Commision for My Friend @Pizza_anon on Ko-fi. I hope You Guys Like it.

Hana All-Girls High School wasn’t the kind of place you expected to end up teaching at. The ornate gates, sprawling cherry blossom trees, and whispers of an elite reputation gave the school an air of refinement that seemed more suited for a period drama than real life. The school grounds were pristine, almost unnervingly so, with neatly trimmed hedges and meticulously arranged flowerbeds that were a riot of color all year round.

Being the only male teacher in such a prestigious institution came with its challenges—and unexpected perks. The students’ giggles and sly glances were harmless enough, albeit a little awkward at times, while the occasional over-the-top friendliness from certain faculty members made things interesting. There was a certain charm to being the center of attention, but you also knew the risks. Too much attention in a place like this could be a dangerous thing.

But there was one person who stood out above the rest: Ms. Kim Hyung-seo, known to the staff and students as “Bibi.” With her sharp wit, piercing gaze, and an undeniable presence, Bibi was magnetic. Her long, dark hair framed a face that was as elegant as it was enigmatic, and her wardrobe—always a perfect blend of professional and alluring—didn’t go unnoticed. Her intelligence and charisma made her popular among the students and staff alike, but it was the way she focused her attention on you that made her impossible to ignore.

You and she had struck up an easy camaraderie, often sharing coffee during breaks or exchanging quips during meetings. She had a dark sense of humor that matched your own, making her a welcome confidante in a school filled with pastel colors and prim behaviors. Yet, despite the undeniable chemistry, you kept things professional. You weren’t blind to the implications of being the sole male teacher in an all-girls’ school. Lines had to be drawn, and you were determined to stay on the right side of them.

It was during one of those casual coffee breaks that Bibi first hinted at something more. “You know, it’s not every day we get someone like you here,” she said, her tone playful but her eyes intent. “A lone wolf among a sea of flowers. Must be… intoxicating.”

You chuckled, brushing off the comment. “It has its moments,” you replied. “But it’s just a job at the end of the day.”

“Just a job?” she repeated, arching an eyebrow. “Come on, Y/n. Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy the attention just a little bit.”

“I enjoy the teaching,” you said diplomatically. “The rest… is just noise.”

She laughed, a low, melodious sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re interesting, you know that?” she said. “Most people would jump at the chance to be in your position. But you—you keep your distance. It’s… admirable. And frustrating.”

There was a weight to her words, a tension that lingered in the air long after the conversation ended. You didn’t dwell on it too much at the time, chalking it up to harmless flirtation. But in hindsight, it was a warning you should have heeded.

It was late, the school’s faculty lounge dimly lit as you finished grading papers. The soft hum of the vending machine and the distant sound of rain against the windows were the only sounds breaking the silence. You’d stayed late to catch up on work, your desk piled high with essays and test papers. The exhaustion was starting to set in when the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor announced Bibi’s arrival.

“Burning the midnight oil, I see,” she said, sliding into the seat across from you. Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, but there was an edge to it that made you glance up. Her smile was playful, but her eyes… there was something in them you couldn’t quite place. Hunger, maybe? Or was it something darker?

“Just trying to stay ahead,” you replied, forcing a smile. “The workload here doesn’t leave much room for procrastination.”

“You work too hard,” she said, leaning forward. “You need someone to take care of you.”

You laughed awkwardly, shaking your head. “I’m fine, really. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Her gaze didn’t waver. “I mean it,” she said, her tone softening. “You’re always so composed, so distant. You don’t let anyone in. It’s not healthy, you know.”

“That’s kind of you, Bibi, but I—”

“I’m serious,” she interrupted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We’re good together. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

The sudden intensity of her words caught you off guard. You hesitated, searching for the right response. “Bibi, I value our friendship, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix work and… personal matters.”

Her smile faltered, then disappeared entirely. For a moment, her face was unreadable, and then she laughed—a low, unsettling sound that sent a chill down your spine. “I see,” she said, her tone unnervingly calm. “You’re one of those types. Always keeping a distance.”

“It’s not like that,” you began, but she held up a hand to silence you.

“It’s fine,” she said, standing abruptly. Her movements were sharp, almost mechanical. “You’ll see things my way. Sooner or later.”

She left without another word, the sound of her heels echoing down the hallway. You sat there for a long time, the weight of her words settling over you like a suffocating blanket. Something about the way she’d spoken, the way she’d looked at you, made your skin crawl. You tried to shake it off, convincing yourself that it was just a misunderstanding, but deep down, you knew better.

The first disappearance was written off as a student skipping town. Hana High had its fair share of rebellious teens, and it wasn’t uncommon for students to run away from the pressures of their privileged lives. Emily Kang was one of your quieter students, a shy girl with a love for literature and a talent for staying invisible. When she didn’t show up to class one day, it barely raised an eyebrow.

The second disappearance, however, couldn’t be ignored. Sarah Lee was a star athlete, a bright and vivacious girl who had dreams of making it to the Olympics. Her sudden absence sent shockwaves through the school, and the administration scrambled to maintain control of the narrative. Whispers began to circulate, rumors spreading like wildfire among the students.

By the third disappearance, the school was in a state of quiet panic. Every missing girl was from your class, their last known locations eerily close to your classroom or office. The whispers started almost immediately.

“Do you think Mr. [Your Last Name] had something to do with it?”

“He’s the only man here. Isn’t that… suspicious?”

You tried to keep your head down, but the weight of their gazes was suffocating. Even the faculty seemed wary, their once-friendly smiles replaced with strained politeness. All except for Bibi.

“Ignore them,” she said one afternoon, her tone almost tender. “They’re just scared. You’re not like that, and I know it.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, though her words did little to ease your anxiety.

It started with small things. Subtle, almost unnoticeable at first.

Bibi’s once-playful comments became sharper, laced with an undertone that felt heavier than before. Her lingering stares grew longer, her presence more pervasive. If you stayed late grading papers, she’d appear in the faculty lounge as though summoned, her voice warm yet uncomfortably intimate.

“Working late again, [Your Name]?” she’d ask, setting her things down far too close to yours. “You know, you’re going to burn yourself out.”

“I’ll be fine,” you’d reply, trying to brush her off. But she didn’t take the hint.

She started bringing you little gifts—a coffee placed quietly on your desk, a neatly wrapped bento left in the teacher’s lounge with your name on it. When you thanked her, she’d smile and brush it off, saying, “It’s nothing. You need someone to look after you, don’t you?”

At first, you chalked it up to her being kind—maybe overly kind. But then the notes began.

Folded pieces of paper left in your desk drawer, tucked between lesson plans, or slipped into your bag. At first, they were innocuous: “You work too hard. Don’t forget to take care of yourself.” Then they grew more personal: “I can’t stop thinking about you. Why do you keep your distance?” And finally, unsettling: “We’re meant to be together. You’ll see that soon.”

You told yourself not to overreact, that she was probably just being dramatic. But a knot of unease began to twist in your stomach every time she was near.

Meanwhile, the school’s atmosphere had turned tense. The disappearances of the students cast a heavy shadow over the once-bright hallways. Fear rippled through the faculty as meetings grew longer and stricter policies were enacted. The headmistress, Ms. Ahn, called for heightened vigilance, urging the staff to look out for anything unusual.

“Nothing about this feels random,” Ms. Ahn said during one meeting, her voice firm but laced with worry. “We need to be vigilant. Our students’ lives depend on it.”

The staff nodded solemnly, but the silence was heavy. You could feel the eyes of your coworkers on you, brief flickers of suspicion that burned into your skin. The whispers had grown louder, and no amount of professionalism could drown them out entirely.

“It’s always his class…” “Do you think he knows more than he’s saying?” “No one’s saying it, but come on—he’s the only man here.”

Bibi, however, remained steadfast in her support of you—or so it seemed. “Don’t let them get to you,” she said one afternoon, cornering you in the library where you’d sought refuge. Her hand brushed against your arm, lingering longer than necessary. “They’re just scared. They don’t know you like I do.”

Her words were meant to be reassuring, but there was a possessiveness in her tone that made your skin crawl.

The rain poured heavily that night, drumming against the windows of the faculty lounge as you packed up your things. The building was almost eerily quiet, the usual bustle of students and teachers replaced by the hollow sound of distant thunder.

You were halfway out the door when Bibi appeared, her umbrella dripping with rainwater. “Leaving already?” she asked, her voice light but carrying an edge you couldn’t place.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a polite smile. “It’s late. I should get going.”

Her lips curved into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something.”

You hesitated, every instinct screaming at you to refuse. “What is it?”

“It won’t take long,” she said, stepping closer. Her tone was soft, almost pleading, but there was something behind her eyes—a darkness that made your chest tighten. “There’s some old equipment in the storage room I need help moving. I can’t do it alone.”

It was a reasonable request, but something about the way she said it set off alarm bells in your mind. Still, you couldn’t think of a good excuse to decline. “Sure,” you said reluctantly. “Lead the way.”

She smiled, her expression brightening as though you’d just given her the greatest gift. “This way,” she said, turning on her heel and motioning for you to follow.

The storage room was in the oldest wing of the school, a part of the building that was rarely used and often avoided. The hallway leading to it was dimly lit, the flickering fluorescent lights casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“Why are we storing equipment all the way back here?” you asked, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

“It’s just temporary,” Bibi replied, glancing back at you with a smile. “Budget cuts and all that.”

The storage room itself was cramped and cluttered, filled with old desks, broken chairs, and other discarded items. The smell of dust and mildew was overwhelming, and you instinctively wrinkled your nose.

“What do you need me to move?” you asked, eager to get this over with.

Bibi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she closed the door behind you with a soft click, her movements slow and deliberate.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said suddenly, her voice calm but with an undercurrent of tension that sent a chill down your spine.

You froze, turning to face her. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb,” she said, stepping closer. Her eyes bore into yours, intense and unblinking. “You’ve been pulling away ever since… that night.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said carefully, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I’ve just been busy. You know how things have been around here.”

She laughed, but it was a hollow, bitter sound. “Busy? Is that the excuse you’re going with?”

“Bibi, I don’t know what you want from me,” you said, your voice firm but steady. “But this isn’t the time or place for—”

“You don’t know what I want?” she interrupted, her voice rising. “I’ve made it so obvious, haven’t I? I’ve been patient, [Your Name]. I’ve been so patient. But you just keep pushing me away.”

Her words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and suffocating. Your heart raced as you realized the door was still closed behind her, the only exit blocked by her presence.

“Bibi,” you said cautiously, taking a step back. “I think we should talk about this another time. Let’s just—”

“No,” she said sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. “We’re talking about it now. I’ve waited long enough.”

Her hand darted out, grabbing your wrist with a grip that was surprisingly strong. “You don’t have to be scared,” she said, her tone softening but her grip unyielding. “I can take care of you. I can protect you. You don’t need anyone else.”

Your mind raced, every instinct screaming at you to get out of there. “Bibi, you’re scaring me,” you said, your voice low but steady.

Her expression faltered, her grip loosening for just a moment. “Scaring you?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to scare you. I just… I want you to see that we’re perfect for each other. That no one else can love you the way I do.”

Before you could respond, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, growing louder with each passing second. Bibi’s eyes widened, and for the first time, you saw something resembling fear cross her face.

“We’ll finish this later,” she said quickly, releasing your wrist and stepping back. Her voice was calm again, but her eyes burned with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, just like that, she was gone, leaving you alone in the dimly lit storage room with the echoes of her words still ringing in your ears.

The next day, the atmosphere at Hana All-Girls High School was thick with a sense of dread. What had once been a place of pristine order and careful decorum now felt suffocating, as if the very walls themselves were closing in on the remaining staff and students. The administration had called for an emergency assembly that morning, but no one had any answers. The disappearances, once seen as isolated incidents, had now escalated into something far more sinister.

The number of missing girls had skyrocketed overnight. It wasn't just a few anymore. Entire groups of students had vanished, leaving behind only the cold traces of their absence: empty classrooms, untouched desks, and silence where there should have been chatter and laughter. Word had spread like wildfire, and the police were now involved.

At first, it seemed like a routine investigation. Officers had arrived early, their presence a sharp contrast to the usual calm of the school. But things took a turn when an anonymous tip came in to the police station. The caller had reported that the school "reeked of rotting flesh."

The police, initially skeptical, decided to search the school grounds thoroughly. As they combed through the halls and classrooms, something felt off. It wasn’t just the unsettling atmosphere—it was the way the air felt heavier, as if something had shifted in the very foundation of the building.

Their search led them to the oldest wing of the school, the same wing where the storage room was located. It was there that they made the horrifying discovery.

Behind a hidden door in the back of the building, they found what they were looking for. A room that had been sealed off for years, its contents hidden from view. The moment the officers stepped inside, their stomachs lurched with the putrid stench that assaulted them. The smell of decay was unbearable, but it wasn’t just the scent. It was what they found that would haunt them forever.

There, scattered across the floor, were the bodies of fourteen girls—the missing students. Their bodies, though horrifyingly still, were unmistakably recognizable. Each one had been carefully placed, their eyes frozen in terror. Some of them had been there for weeks, the flesh decomposing and leaving behind an undeniable testament to the horrors that had been carried out in the school.

The police immediately cordoned off the area, their faces pale with shock. Their disbelief was palpable as they contacted their superiors and called for backup. Within hours, the entire school had been shut down, and a full investigation was underway. No one could believe what they were seeing. How had something like this gone unnoticed for so long? And who could have done this?

The answer seemed to lie somewhere within the walls of Hana All-Girls High School, and the staff, including you, were now the prime suspects.

As the school was shut down, a team of officers arrived to interview and interrogate every staff member, carefully scrutinizing their movements, their alibis, and their actions in the days leading up to the discovery. They were methodical in their questioning, but there was an unmistakable tension in the air. Everyone was a suspect, but no one seemed to have any answers.

You were pulled aside along with the other teachers for questioning. The interrogation room felt cold, sterile, and far too small for the weight of the situation. They asked you about your interactions with the missing students, about the times you had stayed late, and about any unusual behavior from your colleagues. The questions were pointed, but your mind kept drifting back to Bibi. She was the one who had been so insistent on keeping you close. The one who had shown a possessive streak that now made your skin crawl.

But the officers seemed to have no interest in her—at least not yet. They focused on you, on your proximity to the girls who had disappeared. Your heart raced as you tried to explain yourself, but every answer felt inadequate. How could you explain the unease you had felt around Bibi? How could you explain the mounting tension that had built up, culminating in her increasingly erratic behavior?

The more you spoke, the more it seemed as though you were digging yourself deeper into a hole. The officers' expressions were unreadable, but you could see the way their eyes flickered with suspicion, darting to the door and back to you.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally let you go, but the relief was short-lived. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched—by the police, by your colleagues, by the students. The whispers had grown louder, and now the school was a place of palpable fear.

You tried to leave the school grounds, but as you stepped outside, the weight of the situation hit you all at once. The police had set up a perimeter, blocking off the entrance, their flashing lights painting the campus in an eerie glow. Reporters had gathered outside, their cameras flashing as they tried to get the latest scoop. And then, there was the growing presence of the students—some standing in small groups, some sitting by themselves, all looking at you with expressions that ranged from curiosity to outright suspicion.

In that moment, you realized that the true horror was just beginning. The questions weren’t just about the missing girls anymore. The questions were about you, about everything that had happened in the school, and about Bibi.

Where was she? What had she done? And what role had she played in all of this?

The police were now focused on interviewing every staff member, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Bibi was at the center of it all. Something told you that the nightmare was far from over—and that the darkest part of it was yet to come.

The atmosphere at Hana All-Girls High School had shifted from one of confusion to pure dread. As the investigation tightened, the police presence around the school grew heavier. The corridors that once echoed with the sounds of laughter and youthful chatter were now eerily silent, save for the occasional murmurs of officers and students whispering about what had transpired.

The school administration was on edge, its staff shaken to their core. Everyone was instructed to leave at the exact designated time, no lingering after hours, no exceptions. The rule applied to both students and faculty alike, creating an unspoken air of suspicion that everyone could feel but no one dared to voice.

It became clear that the police were doing everything they could to catch the killer. Surveillance footage from every corner of the school was reviewed, alibis were checked, and every faculty member, no matter how insignificant their role seemed, was interrogated thoroughly. But despite all their efforts, the police were no closer to capturing the killer. Every lead seemed to dissolve into thin air, like smoke vanishing into the wind.

What was even worse than the growing number of missing students was the fact that the disappearances were now no longer sporadic; they were becoming a regular occurrence. Each day, the list of missing girls seemed to grow longer. The school, which had once been a place of prestige and order, had now become a twisted, haunted reminder of its former self.

Then came the terrifying revelation: another body was found. It wasn’t just one. It was a massacre. Fourteen dead students, all from the same school, their bodies gruesomely arranged in various parts of the grounds, some in places so well hidden that it took days to discover them. The police were horrified, unable to comprehend the cruelty of what they were witnessing.

The once pristine halls were now the scene of a horrific investigation. Officers scoured every corner, every hidden room, even areas previously thought to be irrelevant. Every moment felt like it could be their last chance to catch the killer. But despite their best efforts, they were always one step behind. The unsettling truth became more and more apparent: someone inside the school was orchestrating this, and they were good at covering their tracks.

The growing fear spread like wildfire, even among the teachers. Rumors started circulating that the killer was hiding in plain sight, and no one could be trusted. Some of the staff began leaving the school early, a sense of panic and dread creeping into their every step.

Bibi, who had been under increasing suspicion herself, continued to be a strange, comforting presence in the midst of the chaos. She never seemed rattled, never showed signs of fear. In fact, if anything, she seemed to take a certain satisfaction in the growing turmoil. She continued her “support” for you, always appearing at the exact moment you seemed to need her most. Her gestures, once harmless, had taken on a more possessive and unsettling tone.

She would bring you coffee, sit close to you in meetings, and offer a soothing word when you least expected it. But every time she looked at you, there was something in her eyes—something dark and knowing—that made your blood run cold. You could no longer escape the feeling that she knew more than she was letting on.

The police were starting to question her too. They’d asked her about her relationship with the missing girls and had found her interactions with you particularly troubling. Bibi’s charm, however, worked wonders on them. She played the role of the concerned teacher so well, with just the right amount of vulnerability to disarm even the most skeptical officer.

But you weren’t so easily fooled anymore. Her behavior, her obsession, and the way she seemed to draw closer to you with each passing day—it all pointed to something far darker than you could have ever imagined. And as the police continued to dig into the school’s past, they began to uncover unsettling details, things that didn’t add up about certain faculty members and their ties to past tragedies, but the most chilling part of all was that they were still no closer to solving the case.

As the number of missing students grew, the atmosphere grew even more suffocating. Hana High, once an elite institution, was now a prison—a place where students and teachers alike were held captive by fear, suspicion, and the chilling knowledge that the killer could be anyone.

And the one question that lingered in the air was the one that no one dared speak aloud: Who could be behind this, and what did they want?

The day the cops turned their eyes on you was one you’d never forget. It all started with a knock at the door. At first, it was like any other day—quiet, unsettling, as the weight of the ongoing investigation continued to press on your shoulders. But when you opened it, you found two officers standing on the other side. Their faces were grim.

“You need to come with us,” one of them said, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Before you could react, they grabbed your arms, fastening the cold metal cuffs around your wrists. Shock flooded your system, and your heart pounded in your chest as the world around you began to spin. You tried to protest, but the words caught in your throat. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

“You’re coming with us,” they repeated, dragging you out the door and into their car.

Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation. What had you done wrong? You had been trying to help, trying to make sense of the disappearance of your students, but now you were being treated like a criminal. The sting of betrayal was sharp, but deeper still was the sense of helplessness that washed over you. Had everything you tried to do just made things worse?

At the police station, they didn’t waste any time. They questioned you relentlessly, accusing you of being involved in the disappearances, of knowing more than you were letting on. They had been hearing reports about your close relationship with the missing students, and in their eyes, that was enough to make you a prime suspect.

“I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with this!” you protested, voice shaking. “I care about those students—I’ve been trying to help! You have to believe me!”

But every word seemed to fall on deaf ears. The more you tried to explain, the more the officers seemed to tighten their grip, their suspicion growing by the minute. They were convinced you were hiding something, and no amount of pleading was going to change their minds.

Then, in a moment of desperation, you spoke the name that had been haunting you for days.

“Bibi… she’s the one you should be looking at. She’s the one acting strange, saying all sorts of crazy things to me,” you said, your voice trembling as you finally named the one person who had seemed to know too much about the situation. “She’s been obsessed with me, always showing up at the right moment… trying to control everything I do. I swear, she’s hiding something.”

The mention of Bibi’s name seemed to catch the officers’ attention, but not in the way you hoped. They exchanged a look, their eyes narrowing with suspicion. But instead of the relief you thought you’d feel by finally telling them, it only made the air feel heavier.

“She’s a teacher, she’s not involved in this,” one of the officers snapped, his voice cold and dismissive. “You’re just trying to shift the blame.”

You could see it in their eyes now. They didn’t believe you. They had made up their minds, and no amount of protest would change it. The more you spoke, the more their distrust of you grew, like a web tightening around you. The name of the one person you thought might help you only seemed to make things worse.

By the time the interrogation was over, it was clear that they weren’t going to let you go. You were no longer just a witness, no longer just a concerned teacher. You were a suspect. And for now, you were going to jail.

As they escorted you to the holding cell, your heart sank. The door slammed shut behind you, and the cold, sterile walls of the small, dimly lit room seemed to close in around you. There was no escape, no way to prove your innocence. Your mind raced, the confusion turning into anger, into frustration. Why wouldn’t they listen?

In that moment, the only thing you knew for certain was that Bibi was out there, watching all of this unfold, and she had somehow twisted everything to make you the villain in this nightmare.

The worst part was, you couldn’t help but wonder: Had she been manipulating you all along? Was she really the one behind everything, orchestrating this twisted game from the shadows? Or was something even darker at play?

As the hours passed and the realization settled in that you were stuck in this nightmare, one thing became clear—you were going to need more than just luck to get out of this. You needed answers. And the only person who seemed to hold the key to those answers was the very person the cops refused to suspect.

The letter arrived on a cold, dreary morning, its presence in the small holding cell a stark reminder that you were still very much part of a twisted game you couldn’t escape. The envelope, sealed with a smudge of dark red lipstick, was unmistakable. It was from her—Bibi.

Your hands trembled as you tore it open, the words inside searing into your mind like a branding iron.

“You see, this is all your fault. All of it. You could have protected those innocent girls, but you couldn’t protect yourself from me. I gave you a chance, you know. I offered you everything. You could have been mine that night, but you were too weak to accept. And now, look where we are. This could have been so simple. But now, there’s no going back. There’s only me and you. Forever.”

Your chest tightened as you read on, the weight of her words pressing down on you.

“It’s too late now. You can’t stop what’s coming. I’ve taken control of everything. And the only way you can escape… is by accepting me as yours. But since you’re so stubborn, I’ve already gone too far. There’s no turning back now. Not for you. Not for them. Not for anyone.”

The letter ended abruptly, as though Bibi had been too eager to finish her message, her ink-stained handwriting reflecting the twisted delight she took in your torment.

The words echoed in your head. You could have protected them. You could have been hers.

Before you could even begin to process the full weight of her message, you heard it—the unmistakable sound of a car revving, tires screeching against the pavement, growing louder and louder by the second. Your heart skipped a beat, and the sound seemed to reverberate throughout the entire station, the noise growing louder still, until it felt like the walls themselves were shaking.

Then, with a deafening "Banggg!"—a sports car, sleek and black, crashed through the perimeter of the police station parking lot. It tore through the barricades like they were made of paper, coming to a stop just inches from the front of the station. The sound of the impact sent a shockwave through the building, making the windows rattle.

Within seconds, a dozen officers were on their feet, rushing toward the vehicle, their guns drawn, shouting orders to one another. But none of them were ready for what came next.

The door to the car flung open with a jarring screech, and there, standing amidst the chaos, was Bibi. Her once-pristine dress was now drenched in blood—dark, viscous pools dripping onto the ground, her hands gripping something heavy. Something… far too familiar.

You gasped as she stepped out of the car, holding the decapitated head of one of the missing girls in her hands. The lifeless eyes stared vacantly into the distance, the bloodied remains a grotesque testament to her madness.

Bibi's lips curled into a twisted smile as she giggled softly, her footsteps eerily calm against the chaos around her. The cops, now utterly frozen in shock, barely moved as she walked toward you with a slow, deliberate pace. Her eyes locked with yours, gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and something darker—something far worse than you could ever imagine.

You tried to speak, tried to call out, but the words stuck in your throat. You could barely comprehend what you were seeing, and the horror was suffocating.

"I've won," Bibi cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet as she finally reached you. She cupped your face gently, her fingers cold and wet from the blood that coated them. "You're finally mine, now."

Her grip tightened, as if she were claiming victory, sealing your fate with a simple touch. Your body froze in terror, every instinct screaming at you to escape, but you couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked onto yours, and in that moment, you realized there was no escape. She had already won. There was no going back, no saving anyone. You were part of her twisted plan now.

As she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear, she whispered, “You should’ve just accepted me. But now, we’re bound forever.”

The officers around you seemed paralyzed, unable to process what they were witnessing. They could do nothing but stand in shock as Bibi, the person they never thought to suspect, the person who had been playing them all along, took control of everything.

And as she cupped your head in her bloodstained hands, you knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of something far darker than you could have ever imagined. You had become a pawn in her game. A game that, in the end, only had one winner.

And that winner… was her.

[luvnanako]

Helping Jinx ✮⋆˙

Jinx x F! Reader (wlw, fluff)

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"Okay, toots, now… gimme that little thingy with the blue stripes on the bottom." Jinx's voice rings out with her usual playful energy as she points vaguely toward a cluttered pile of tools and parts. It’s that time of the week again—helping your girlfriend build her chaotic little gadgets. And by "helping," she mostly means handing her whatever she needs while she dives headfirst into her creative frenzy.

From crafting monkey bombs, guns, and grenades to making ridiculously impractical things like tiny glowing lights, weird belts, and other odd tripnkets, her workshop is always buzzing with activity. Of course, in typical Jinx fashion, she always manages to find time to whip up something just for you, too.

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You carefully pick up the item she asked for and place it on her crafting table with a soft thud. "Yeaah, that one!" she exclaims, tossing off her oversized goggles to give you a wide, mischievous grin. "Keep this up, and you might just earn some more kisses later," she adds, her tone dripping with her usual teasing charm.

You cross your arms, leaning casually against the table as you smirk at her. "What can I say? I'm a crafty one. At this rate, you might as well call me your most loyal servant," you reply, letting out a soft laugh and playfully winking at her.

Jinx picks up a pink marker from the side of her table, glancing at you with a mock serious expression. "Oh my god, what did you eat today? I think you might be sick, toots," she teases, sticking her tongue out as she starts doodling a little face on one of her monkey bombs.

"Yeah, well, I guess you’re just a bad influence on me," you quip back, laughing softly as you bump her shoulder.

Jinx gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Who, me? Nuh-uh, I don’t know who you take me for, but I have nothing but an *amazing* influence on you." She finishes her drawing with a flourish, spinning the bomb around to show you. "What do you think? Pretty sweet, right?"

You lean in closer, pretending to examine her work critically. "Looks good, but maybe add a little heart on it," you suggest with a grin.

Without hesitation, Jinx grabs a blue marker and draws a small heart on the bomb, then scribbles both your initials inside it. "Voilà! Perfect now!" she declares, beaming with pride.

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm as you step behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. "I wouldn’t actually mind getting bombed by this one," you say, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and giggling.

Jinx chuckles, tilting her head back to look at you. "Be careful what you wish for," she says with a smirk, puckering her lips dramatically.

You roll your eyes but lean down to give her a quick peck. "Awhh, come on, toots, you can do better than that," she pouts, her lips curling into a playful little frown as she looks up at you with wide, cat-like eyes.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "You’re such a brat, you know that?"

"And you *love* it," she shoots back, grinning as she spins her chair around to face you, grabbing your hand to pull you closer.

Jinx pulls you closer until your knees bump into hers, her wild grin softening into something almost tender. "Admit it," she whispers, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur, "you'd be bored out of your mind without me."

You arch an eyebrow, smirking as you look down at her. "Oh, absolutely. My life would be so dull without the constant threat of explosions and chaos."

Jinx lets out a loud laugh, leaning back in her chair as she spins in a slow circle, arms out dramatically. "Exactly! I'm your spark, toots. Your chaos. Your muse!"

You shake your head, trying not to laugh as she grabs your hand mid-spin to stop herself. The motion pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs. For a moment, the energy in the room shifts, the buzz of her gadgets and tools fading into the background.

Jinx looks up at you with a crooked smile, her fingers still loosely wrapped around yours. "You know," she says softly, "I don’t let just anyone into my workshop. You're kinda special."

Your chest tightens at her sudden sincerity, but you don’t let her get away with it too easily. "Special enough for you to put our initials on a bomb?" you tease, gesturing to the monkey bomb she decorated.

"Exactly," she replies with a wink. "That’s how you know it’s true love."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean down to press your forehead against hers. "You’re impossible," you murmur, smiling.

"And you’re stuck with me," she counters, her voice light but filled with meaning.

"Yeah," you whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Jinx's smirk grows, and before you can say anything else, she grabs the monkey bomb from the table, holding it up proudly. "Now let’s go see if this baby works!"

You groan, stepping back as she hops to her feet, her excitement practically vibrating off her. "I’m starting to rethink this whole 'helping you' thing," you say, but your smile betrays you.

"Too late, toots!" she calls over her shoulder, already bounding toward the door. "You’re in this with me now!"

And just like that, you find yourself chasing after her, laughing as she drags you into another whirlwind of chaos and invention—because that’s what life with Jinx is all about.

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A/N heyyyy I'm currently making Caitlyn vampire au 2nd part so I made this one as a little filler! I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'm so so sooo grateful for all the feedback!

[nmakii]

feeling myself and feeding my EGOOOO!!!!!!!

“nagi! aren’t you even gonna see how the shoot’s going?” reo hums out to nagi, ignorantly playing his video games in the corner of the yoga studio, against the mirror-backed wall.

nagi looked up at reo, raising an eyebrow. that one moment of vulnerability bit him in the ass when a big, bright “YOU LOSE!” fills the screen. he sighs, locking his phone, and stands up, revealing him in all his 6’3 glory. “…might as well…” he mumbles, in a tone that seems to be in between the lines of a complaint and genuine interest.

he looks in front of him, and sees you— surrounded by cameras and bright, fluorescent lights. the make up you spent an hour on before leaving the house was glowing. it made your already beautiful face even more spectacular.

you had a stoic expression which painted your face. it was so unlike the happy, smiley girl who loved to chatter to him. he almost didn’t recognize you from the blank look on your face.

you sat on a white stool, matching the blinding white backdrop behind you. your legs crossed gracefully, with your left heel pointed such that of a ballerina’s.

your back leaned— relaxed, yet still poised. your hair fell like silk down your shoulders. and in your hands, a handbag. leather, and blue; navy to match your outfit. you were so still, like a doll.

being in such a position must hurt. ah, how do you manage to stay still and still look so comfortable?

“go, baby..!” nagi softly shouted. his fist lazily raised in the air to motivate you. you didn’t react though, something nagi didn’t really like.

reo noticed nagi’s pout, and chuckled. “pssh, someone’s dedicated to their job.” he sarcastically observed. “hey, nagi. let’s try to make her laugh.” he nudges nagi on the shoulder. he quickly agreed, hyper-fixated on the expressions on your face.

his heart leaped at the little smile you fought when you saw the two of them running around behind the photographers. he knew even you couldn’t fight the giggles.

still though, you remained professional. not even reacting to reo and nagi’s antics behind the scenes anymore.

once the photographers put down their cameras, you instantly burst into laughter. the smile that he long missed for days (30 minutes) finally finding itself on your face.

you looked down to pick out the photos you liked the best, catching your breath as you did. and once the shoot was finally finished, you jumped from the stool to squeeze nagi’s cheeks.

“ah..! that hurts…” nagi’s lips frowned, whining like a tired toddler. “silly! why were you trying to do that..?!” you lighthearted scolded. and, nagi tilted his head.

“eh? it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” he shrugs. “you look pretty scary when you aren’t smiling. so, i tried to make you laugh, even just a little bit.”

and, your heart just melts. “aww! seishi, you’re so sweet…” you coo to him, rubbing the fat of his cheeks between your index and thumb. “stop doing that…” he groans softly. he didn’t really like when you cooed to him like he was a little baby. especially when you’re thanking him for being sweet, he didn’t really know how to react to things like that.

"well... i think you'll like the photos i picked." you. smile. nagi perked up at what you said, almost comedically. "really? what makes you say that?" he hums.

"hmm... you'll see." you tease, a mischievous smile on your face, making nagi frown. "eh... why would you tell me that, just to not tell me? that's not fair..." he mumbles, but sighing. he'd just have to wait.

a week later, the company finally released your shoot. the speed at which nagi's thumb went to the notification was almost god-like. he'd been wanting to know what photo you picked all week. he even put on notifications for the company's instagram for god's sake!

but when he sees the photo, it was all so obvious— he probably should've realized it sooner.

a photo of you gracefully showing off the handbag, all that jazz. but, with a soft smile on your face. you looked dazzling as you tried your best to keep yourself from baring your teeth as you smiled.

how lucky he is to have you.

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ᅟᅟᅟᅟ APPLE ౨ৎ CIDER . ｡ .

lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.

this fanfiction is part of my birthday event.

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, pet names, reader and wooyoung being very much in love, mention of sex scraches yay!

a/n: hi, pookies! sorry i'm late for our event, it was supposed to start on sunday (26th) but i had a few problems and couldn't post it. but here we are, with our first fanfic of the week! we'll have more coming up on the next few days, maybe not on schedule but they'll still come. love you all, stay safe!

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it was a lazy, cold sunday. you and your boyfriend locked in your shared apartment, laughing and watching series, tucked under the covers with fuzzy socks and matching pajamas on. yapping about everything and nothing at the same time. how hungry you were, how cute you both looked, your future plans, your future family, your work, your projects, your cravings, everything.

talking had always been easy with wooyoung. he didn’t hold back, so you didn’t feel like you ever should. he always made you comfortable with being yourself, unapologetically so. do you feel the need to be loud? be loud. need to be vulnerable? be vulnerable. need alone time? have all the time you want, my dear. he’ll be here when you feel better. so, if at almost 9PM you say that you’re craving apple pie, he’ll simply jump off the bed to make it for you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and smiling sickeningly sweet in your direction, heading to the kitchen without giving you a single chance to protest.

except a few minutes later, when the clanking and clacking of the utensils had stopped, his call was clear for you.

“baby? would you come here for a second?” you jumped out of bed, sliding in the shadow the hedgehog themed slippers he had bought for you before pacing lazily to the kitchen, finding him with his cooking apron on, shirtless and with a knife in his hand as he diced up the apples. ”can you tie my hair for me?”

he requested, earning a giddy giggle out of you, who nodded and looked around for a hair tie, positioning yourself behind him. gathering his hair in a low ponytail, you kissed the nape of his neck before tying it properly, giggling as you watched him shiver. that encouraged you to place another kiss there. and another, and another, hugging his waist from behind and nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades, laying a soft kiss on the naked, soft skin, still with a few scratch marks from the night before.

“i love you,” you mumbled, deeply inhaling his natural scent, ”so much.”

he smiled, waddling around the kitchen with you glued to him, ”i love you too, baby. so much.”

well that was a short one! thank you all for reading, i'll see you next time !! <33

xoxo, meggie. <3

p.s.: rip wooyoo's long hair. 🕊️

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[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing — Damian Priest ♥︎ f!Reader 🖤 Summary — Damian ignores his girlfriend, and she attempts to exact revenge. 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names 18+ 🖤 Notes — Spanish translations at the end of the story provided by Google Translate. 🖤 Taglist — In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 Requested By — @bitchyseawitch. Hope you enjoy!  🖤 MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

You could see the mild distress in his eyes, though those dark pools were mostly consumed by lust, and you wondered if the interviewer on the monitor in front of Damian noticed it, too. You’d warned him, so you felt no guilt as you lifted your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor before unhooking and removing your bra as well. Your boyfriend gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing, and he sat back in his chair, trying and almost succeeding in appearing nonchalant. You smirked—the interviewer had to notice something was going on behind the camera, but they carried on in hopes of roping Damian back in. Making the quick decision to leave your shorts on, you descended to your hands and knees on the soft carpet and crawled toward him. The desk Damian sat at was nothing elaborate—a glass top on a frame with four legs, until he could decide on something more permanent—so he was able to watch every move you made, unable to say anything to stop you, though he could have closed his lewdly spread legs. He could have, but he either chose not to or was too late, because you were between them, your own legs tucked under you as you massaged his muscular thighs through his black jeans.

Damian stammered through an incoherent response about his tattoos, and you kept your giggle silent as you lifted his shirt just enough to reveal his belt buckle and a noticeable bulge. Biting your lip, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes through the glass table, you rolled your tongue out of your mouth and swiped it obscenely along the length of the flap that covered the zipper. He glanced down in time to watch and his body jerked, trying to play it off with a fake cough. You supposed if he grabbed your hands or blocked your path to his cock, you would stop because, while it was funny and hot to you, you didn’t want him to appear unprofessional since he was technically working. But he did neither, continuing on with the interview, and so you continued on with rummaging your boyfriend’s heavy dick out of his jeans and briefs, finding him semi-hard, so at least something about this situation turned him on.

Lifting your eyes to Damian’s face, you engulfed his cock in the wet heat of your mouth, adding suction, and he inhaled and exhaled slowly, so slowly, through his nose. His eyes fluttered briefly, but he licked his lips, cleared his throat, and straightened up in a futile attempt at giving the interviewer his undivided attention, as well as appear unbothered. You smiled around the spongy head of his dick, breathing a laugh, and then you sucked him all the way down your throat, a feat made easier while he was still hardening. Damian faked a cough again, his hips subtly thrusting against your face, and he started stumbling his way through an answer regarding his recent move to Smackdown. Something about setting his sights on Cody Rhodes and the Undisputed title, but you couldn’t be sure—you were busy fisting his cock with one hand while the other fished his balls out. You tongued the tender flesh, sucking each ball into your mouth, worshipping them just as you did to his dick as you licked it to the tip, dipping inside the slit. Damian took another deep breath, elbow now on the armrest of his chair, hand over his mouth, doing everything in his power to ignore you as you bobbed your head, your hands descending to fondle your breasts, tweaking the nipples, and he couldn’t ignore you anymore because he fucking loved when you showed off like that. 

“Fuck,” he uttered behind his hand, and it somehow went unnoticed by the interviewer—unnoticed or ignored. He shook his head, dark eyes dropping to meet yours briefly before rising again to the monitor. You giggled, him deep in your mouth, and the vibration had him scrubbing his hands over his face. Releasing your breasts, you gripped his thighs, and really went to work—sucking, wiggling your tongue, stuffing him just far enough into your throat to keep from gagging, or making any otherwise lewd noises. 

“Uh, Damian, are you okay? Do you need to take a break?” the interviewer asked.

Your eyes returned to Damian’s as he massaged his forehead and replied, “Uh, no. No. I’m—I’m fine.”

Your brows rose—oh, really? You’re fine? I must not be doing a very good job. You maintained a consistent bobbing of your head, hand squeezing and twisting around the several inches of his length you couldn’t get in your mouth, and your eyes never left his face. Sometimes you wondered if the eye-contact turned him on more than your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue as he met your gaze. His brows came together, he licked his lips, and there was no way the interviewer didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes—or, under the scenes, as it were. Pausing to take a breath, you kissed the head of Damian’s cock, hand still stroking the length as you brought your other hand up to massage his balls. 

“Damian, are you … sure you don’t wanna maybe … call us back?” the interviewer asked once more. Yeah, they had to know.

Lips rubbing against his leaking tip, you whispered, “You should probably call them back.” You then licked the tangy precum from his slit, eyes fluttering at the flavor as if this was your first time tasting him, tongue tracing each and every pulsing vein down the shaft.

Your boyfriend’s jaw tightened. “I’ll call you back,” he growled, his now ebony eyes piercing your very soul as he reached over your head and simply closed the lid on the laptop. If the interviewer had had any doubt about what was going on before, there should be none remaining now. “That was rude,” Damian said.

Your mouth popped off his cock, jaw dropped, and you gasped dramatically, hand over your heart—this last action brought his blown pupils to your bare breasts, and his cock jolted. “You started it,” you replied to his accusation. 

“I started … What?” he stammered.

Rolling your eyes, you reminded him, “I told you I was hungry. But you just had to finish that stupid Cobra Kai episode, and then you conveniently remembered you had an interview.” The more you explained it, the stupider it became, but this was the route you’d chosen and you couldn’t turn around now. Damian blinked, disbelieving. “I got hangry.” 

“So you sabotaged my interview?” he exclaimed. 

“I mean, if you want me to stop …” You started to turn away, but Damian snatched your chin, returning you to your original position between his legs and close enough to his cock you could smell him. 

“No pares,” he rumbled. You sighed, rubbing your lips up and down the underside of him. “You said you were hungry,” he mocked you. Your eyes were mere slits as they rose to meet his. “Eat.”

Somehow, in your quest for revenge, Damian had utterly turned the tables, the power you’d had before transferred to him. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten off the call, but damn it, you loved the sounds of a cock getting properly sucked, and more than that, you adored the noises your boyfriend created. Noises that began as soon as you put everything you had into this blowjob—to hell with revenge—because you were hungry, and you couldn’t think of a better appetizer, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t taking you out to dinner now. 

“Christ,” Damian moaned, the backs of his fingers brushing along your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as they wrapped around the back of your neck. Damn, you loved this man. He added no pressure—only interested in holding you any way he could—but you still worked harder. Not necessarily dirtier or sloppier, but the muscles in your neck and shoulders were beginning to ache as you twisted your head this way and that, relying more on technique than filth to get him off. “Ah, that’s my girl,” he praised, thumb stroking your jawline. “Sweet angelita.”

He held you in the palm of his hand at that moment, and you nuzzled into his touch, basking in the praise. “I love you, Papi,” you said, wet lips gliding along his taut skin.

Damian let out a breath, his broad chest deflating, thick lips forming an O. One of your favorite things about your boyfriend? The man got off on hearing I love you. You never thought men like him existed, and you sometimes wondered if you didn’t end up with the only one. 

“I love you, baby girl,” he rasped. “You ready?” You nodded, sucking, stroking, repeating. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” He unloaded in your mouth before he could finish, coating your tongue, and you had to swallow twice to get it all down.

With your jerking slowing, guiding him through his orgasm, you asked, “You gonna call them back?” 

“I’ll reschedule,” Damian answered. “I got a hangry girl to take care of.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know … I might be a little full now …”

🎀 No pares — Don’t stop 🎀 Angelita — Little angel 🎀 Papi — Daddy

[mrsdillonx]

IIIIII HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

dallas winston having to sneak out of reader’s room in the morning once he hears everyone (her family) waking up????

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - (𝐝.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

w.c. - 715

warnings - swearing and thats it

a/n - first imagine! i rlly hope u like it! also i hope you don’t mind but i sort of implied reader is a soc. but ty for the req!❤️

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the early morning light shone through your lace curtains, casting a glow on you and your boyfriends faces.

it stirred you awake, and as you blinked your eyes open you yawned and sat up, stretching. you heard rustling beside you, then as if on cue, two big muscular arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer and back down on the bed.

“mm.. stay.” you heard a gruff, raspy voice mumble. you turned to look at your boyfriend, bushing his dark hair back out of his face that was smooshed in the pillow.

you giggled softly and yawned, wrapping him in a hug, pulling his head to your chest. he tightened his grip on you, exhaling softly.

you both lay like that for a few good moments. but when you adjusted your head you got a decent glance at your alarm clock.

7:08 am.

shit.

“dallas, get up,” you spoke quickly, shoving him off, to which he protested. he was supposed to be gone by six. your parents wake you up for school way too soon.

“wha- what the fuck?” he grouched, sitting up. he faced you with an irritated look on his face to which you pointed to your alarm clock and he glanced over. his once tired eyes grew panicked.

“oh, shit.” he whispered and flung the covers off. he swung his legs over the side of the bed and climbed out, the squeak your bed made didn’t help your case. you winced and climbed out of bed just as he grabbed his discarded jeans and put them on. and just as he was buttoning them, you heard your mothers morning alarm go off.

“dallas, hurry!” you whisper shouted, scurrying over to the window and opening it and then tossing him his shirt. “i’m goin’, i’m goin’.” he muttered.

he pulled the dark shirt over his head, and then you heard your mothers bedroom door open. a million alarms went off in your head and you ran over to the door, leaning against it. if your mother caught a greaser, let a lot dallas winston in your bedroom, you both would be dead.

you watched as dallas got on his hands and knees, searching for his boots. “jesus fucking christ,” he muttered as he strained to grab the black boots he saw somehow under your bed. when he reached them he went to sit up but ended up smacking his head on your bed frame. “ouch! fuck!” he whisper shouted.

“shhh!” you hushed, scurrying over to him and holding the back of his head. “you gotta be quiet, dal, are you alright?” you spoke softly.

“i’m fine, toots.” he grumbled and stood, stepping into his boots. then another sound: footsteps.

shit, shit, shit.

you ran back over to the door, leaning against it in case your mother tried to come in. dallas grabbed his coat off the back of your chair in the corner and threw it on, patting down his pockets to make sure he had everything.

then there was a knock on your door. you and dallas froze and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“sweetheart, are you awake?” your mothers soft voice called.

“uh- uh uh, yeah. i am. i’m changing.” you spoke shakily, praying the anxiety in your voice wasn’t prominent.

“okay, darling. breakfast is almost ready.” she spoke softly and you both stayed still for a moment longer before they went silent.

your shoulders both relaxed and dallas chuckled, walking over to you. “it’s not funny!” you breathlessly laughed, swatting his chest. his hands came around your waist as he kissed your cheek.

“it’s just a tiny bit funny.” he smiled down at you. “you were supposed to be gone by six sharp, mister.” you spoke with a cheek grin and poked your finger into his chest.

“yeah, yeah,” he chuckled leaning down to kiss your lips. you smiled against the kiss and brought your hands up to rest on his chest. when he pulled away, he kissed your forehead once. “i’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” he smiled and pulled away, waltzing over to your window and leaving out of sight.

you smiled at him, shaking your head. as the adrenaline slowly started to calm you walked over to your dresser and actually began to get dressed.

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