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sunrizef1 · 8 months ago

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Bed Chem

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Im working lateeee cuz I'm too busy pretending Logan has a seatttt | this took so long actually wtf

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📍Paris, France

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user1 mother

user2 my queen

user3 prettyyyyyyyyyyy

user4 🤭

iamrebeccad my fav girl 💋

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user5 hot

user6 ❤️❤️

user7 I'm in love

user8 the sheer is giving

user9 I love you pls reply 😭

user10 my favvvvvvv I love HERRRRRR

user11 NEW MUSIC PLEASE BAE

carlosainz55 do you know your dress is see-through 😓

yourusername its givenchy!

user12 I need that dress 😭

user13 Y/N WHATS YOUR OPINION ON LOGAN SARGEANT

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user14 MY pop icon

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y do u insist on calling me father so much

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Mama y papa

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what

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Papa y mama

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Okay

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NEW MUSIC???????

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IS THAT JACK????

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Wait!!! What!!!

Can I hear it 🤭

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Ofc love 🤞

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Is it about a certain American….

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Ahhh

Can't say 😶

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That's a yes to me

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ARE YOU GOING TO THE RACE QUEEN

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Logan????

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Are you finally coming to a race???

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I have to be in Paris Sunday for a shoot 🫣

But I will be there the other days

But secretly

So don't tell anyone 😶

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Your secrets safe with me 🤐

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🎵Paris - Taylor Swift

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user15 oui oui oui baguette

user16 viva la France

user17 someone call char lechair

user18 I thought she was gonna be at the race 😓

user19 BESTIE YOUR BOYFRIEND FINISHED 8TH DID YOU SEE

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user19 SHE LIKED THIS COMMENTTTT

user20 “I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me” lmfao the caption

user21 wait what does the paper say????

user22 “I'm so fucking sick of having to hide how deeply I feel and how passionately I love you”

user21 WAIT THATS ADORABLEEEE

user23 my francophile queen

user24 I didn't know the Eiffel tower was so small

user25 this is so aesthetic core

user26 the yellow Parisian lighting really makes it

user27 I can name a certain American who's probably suffering from a lack of you

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user28 Oscar and y/n: my fav deadpan icons

user29 ooh la la huh huh huh 🥐

user30 are you happy to be in Paris?

yourusername oui

user31 y/n whats your favourite part of Paris

yourusername smells of piss. Constantly.

user32 pretty pretty pretty girl

logansargeant 🇫🇷🥐

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user33 THE SONG FOR THE POST BEING PARIS BY TAYLOR???? IM SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING DREW A MAP ON YOUR BEDROOM CEILING???? She's in love!!!!!

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LOGAN??????

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boyfriend spotted

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Soft launch?????

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don't be shy

Post him on the feed

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you're welcome

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yourusername surprise! My new single “bed chem” is out now… come sleep with me 💋🛏️

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user34 WOOOOOO

user35 its so good 😭🫶😭😭🫶

user36 LOGANNNNNNNNN

user37 no tag????

user38 the first verse just being the most thinly veiled reference to the givenchy show… like girl 😭

user39 “I was in a sheer dress the day that we met” we've all seen the black dress 🤭

user40 “we were both in a rush we talked for a sec” that one video of them lmfao

user41 “your friend hit me up so we could connect” I say that's Oscar.

user42 Ive chosen to believe its Alex

user43 THIS SONGS ABOUT LOGAN?????

user44 “manifest that you're oversized” I'm going to pretend this isn't about Logan so I still see him again

oscarpiastri a lot of words I don't want to hear about my friend btw

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user45 who's the cute guy with the wide blue eyes? 😍

carlossainz55 ive finally made it into a song

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user46 ok wait but the Paris pic is so cute 😭

user47 those messages are so funny 😭

user48 he only has eyes for his girl 🤭

iamrebeccad SO GOODDDDDD

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user49 I sense logie bear

user50 Logan Sargeant hard launch on the feed

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lxzy-bxby · 2 months ago

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Bake a Cake & Make a Baby

MDNI NSFW 18+ SMUT shoo byebye xoxo

Husband!Leon × Fem!Reader

Summary: You attempt to bake cake for your kid's birthday peacefully but your husband can't leave you alone. WC: 4,435 CW: Smut with very little plot, creampie&sexual puns about it, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, breeding kink-ish, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, counter sex, impregnation, multiple orgasms if you squint, no use of Y/N, foreign author's first tumblr&english drop kinda nervous, no proofreading AN: my first ever shit written in english and it is a smut so yeah guys it's not my first language and you know the drill

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Life has a fun way of turning things upside down—you give one chance to your one night stand six years ago and now you’re celebrating his offspring’s fourth birthday. Unbelievable.

Okay, quite believable considering that Leon was—Leon is—hot as hell. Explains pretty much everything as well, the kids, the marriage, it all. You’re only a woman, after all. Very weak one at that. Whatever.

Who would’ve thought that Leon would become the best husband ever, great dad too? Only you. Even he didn’t believe in himself. Commitment sounded like something straight of horror stories for him yet with you he was the one to suggest to tie the knot. When you got first pregnant Leon almost went into cardiac arrest, still you and him had two more kids after your firstborn.

But that just happened randomly, really. Not like it was or was not planned. When he’s back from month-long mission, touch-starved and pent-up, last thing you think of is protection. That’s totally understandable considering that you two make mighty cute babies. And that’s totally understandable that you conceived your last one few days before he was supposed to get vasectomy—which he still didn’t get.

You reminisce on your love story for a couple more minutes completely forgetting what you initially was about to do. Browse cake recipes. Right.

Because you didn’t want to get your hellion something from the store. It is a special occasion, after all. And special occasion is worthy of special preparation.

You’re quite good at kitchen—so good that even after all those years Leon still can’t decide whether you’re better in bedroom or at kitchen. But you barely baked literal cakes and there wasn’t much time until your son you know will wake up. So you settled on something simple like cream pie. With tons of whipped cream because all your kids love it. Leon does too. Sometimes you think that there’s zero difference between a toddler and Leon. Whatever.

So here you were, willingly wasting a couple of hours on baking just because you decided to fuck with drunkass government agent once and accidentally fell in love and let him fill your cunt up once or twice. The usual.

With AirPods covering your ears, you whip the cream engrossed in both your thoughts and music. You genuinely love listening to your Spotify playlists while doing chores or running errands—helps you to focus and makes you feel like you’re the main character and Taylor Swift’s 1989 is a soundtrack to your life. So when you feel your waist being squeezed, you yelp reflexively.

Right. Leon has a day off. Of course he has—it’s his son’s birthday and Leon loves his kids. He loves making kids even more.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Leon chants, his chin already perched on your shoulder. He lets out a loud yawn, practically slumping onto you.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic flirting and keep whipping with effort.

“Your son’s birthday cake. You hungry?” You inquire nonetheless since you didn’t even cook yet and was running on a cup of espresso.

And you swear to God, if he says that he’s hungry but not for food...

“I am. But not for food,” Leon smirks knowing how much that phrase pisses you off. If only you could actually get mad at him. Of course you could not. You actually even got butterflies somewhere in between your chest and belly. Gross. You’d never think you’d still be like that after being married for what feels like eternity.

Before you can even come up with a witty response, his palms unceremoniously settle on your breasts, squeezing the soft plump flesh through the thin fabric of your shirt, thumbs rubbing against still soft nipples. You never liked wearing bras at home—you probably should start, given how much Leon’s hands seemed to be in love with your tits. Despite his action being casual and something you experience at least few times a day, you felt your peaks harden treacherously from the stimulation.

You swat Leon’s nasty hands away like you always do—just for good measure.

“Don’t,” you chide sternly, the epitome of tough-lady act. “I’m baking.”

“So?” Leon drawls nonchalantly, his calloused palms lowering from your boobs to your midriff. “Multitasking is an important skill. Thought you’d be a goddess at it as a mother of three. And I know you actually are. So cut it out.”

You scoff in amusement. Of course you know how to multitask quite well, he’s right on the money with that one. While your oldest gets their knee scrapped, your middle one necessarily gets a tummyache and your youngest will undoubtedly shatter one of your vases and cut their pinkie on one of the shards. The kind of overstimulation you never wished for.

“Anyway, whatcha even bakin’?” Leon hums, his fingertips drawing mindless circles on your bare ribs under the hem of your shirt already—you barely even noticed him slipping underneath.

”Birthday cake, I told ya.” You huff out an air of annoyance, tapping on the phone screen with soiled fingers to prevent it from shutting into sleep mode.

“I got it, Captain Obvious,” Leon lets out a velvety laugh, squeezing creamy skin of your sides. “What kinda cake? Dunno, cheesecake? Red velvet? Mille-feuille?” He pronounces the latter with disgustingly broken attempt at imitating French accent yet you still snicker.

“Impressive. I didn’t know you’re that into cakes.” You arch an eyebrow, unable to miss the chance to tease him.

“Ah, speaking of cakes… I do know a nice cake when I see one.” He grins, pulling away a tad to appreciate your ass with his hands and eyes, giving it both a glimpse and a firm squeeze.

“You’re absolutely disgusting.” You declare, rubbing your palms on your apron. “No idea what I’m making, honestly. Just… anything with tons of cream. Creamy pie sort of thing, I guess.”

And then you bite on your tongue, realizing a little too late how absolutely stupid it was to even mention cream and pie in the same sentence whilst talking to a man with a sense of humor and hormonal level of a teenage boy.

Leon immediately perks up because no way in hell he would miss on the opportunity to make you facepalm internally.

“Pun intended, I hope?” He murmurs, grinning into the column of your neck, his lips tingling your sensitive skin. “Because again, I do know a thing or two about creampies.” Leon deadpans in a sultry voice as he leaves butterfly kisses all over the back of your neck, making your breath hitch in response.

“That’s all you’re able to think about, huh? That’s diabolical, seriously. Don’t you dare mentioning it. You really are disgusting, think I’m gonna throw up.” You ramble on in attempt to hide your own embarrassment and… ew, is that arousal?

“That so? Tough luck then, honey,” Leon laughs, seeing right through you. “But there’s one way to shut your husband, y’know.” One of his hands toys with the waistband of your yoga pants, tugging on the elastic shamelessly, and that does not help as well.

Your primal instincts are at war with your sense of responsibility. That happens all the fucking time. You swear you won’t give in, that you’ll turn him down and will just continue doing your business leaving him aching for more when in reality you’re the one desperate for more currently. Just a few filthy words, a touch, a kiss—and you’re a putty in his hands already.

“C’mon now… I gotta finish before Danny wakes up.” Your half-assed protests don’t even convince you yourself.

“Exactly, babe. Gotta make you finish before Danny wakes up,” Leon smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and arousal. “You know you want it. You always do. You’re even more insatiable than me.” His hand fully dives under the hem of your pants, tracing the seam of your underwear with rough pad of his thumb.

You inhale sharply, heat already pooling in the pit of your belly, the fuck is going on with you today.

“Says who?” You scoff, still so adamant just because.

Leon’s gaze darkens, his finger stilling. You know he gets more and more impatient with every passing second. He might be a goofball but he’s a goofball that makes your knees buckle, after all.

“Says her,” Leon all but growls as he bits on your earlobe and his fingers suddenly make their way under your obviously already damp panties, coating them in arousal already glistening between your pussy lips.

You gasp at the unexpected action, feeling so sensitive and wet down there you’d believe you were a virgin if you hadn’t had three kids sleeping upstairs.

“That’s what I thought,” Leon hums as his pointer finger circles your slick entrance. “She’s gushing, baby. So eager. Knows how good I can make her feel.”

At this point your legs start to feel unsteady. Your cunt clenches around nothing pathetically at his teasing ministrations, begging to be filled. You can feel his hardening length poking your rear and you can’t help but to torture him back by grinding your ass against his clothed crotch. His twitching cock and raspy moan is all the response you need to feel the sense of satisfaction and to plaster a smug smirk on your face.

”Y’sure you wanna be a tease?” Leon’s hand leaves your panties as he suddenly spins you around. Now with you facing him, you’re finally able to meet the gaze of his dilated pupils.

Smoldering and wanting.

Next moment his lips crush down onto yours, him practically licking into your mouth. Leon’s kisses all teeth and tongue, sucking the life out of you. You moan into his mouth, nibbling on his lower lip in revenge and gaining a low groan from him. His hands, as per usual, don’t waste any time—squeezing, groping and kneading any dough of flesh he reaches.

Without breaking the kiss, Leon’s hands settle on your hips, lifting you up and setting you on top of the counter. His kisses grow more desperate, so demanding your lips start to hurt yet you feel some kind of wicked masochistic pleasure in that. Your legs and arms wrap around his waist and neck, pulling him in, closer and closer, until his rock-hard dick presses against your soppy core, twitching relentlessly. You both moan in filthy unison at the friction, his baritone and your higher pitch blending into obscene melody.

Leon’s hand lifts your shirt up in one swift motion and frees your perky tits, cool air irritating your nipples even further. He savors the view for a few second before he latches onto one of the buds, rolling and twisting the another with his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it gently, eliciting more and more wanton moans from you. You bite on your palm in attempt to keep it quiet, but Leon immediately tugs on your wrist as soon as he notices it with his peripheral vision, your nipple still in his mouth.

“The kids…” You start worryingly, your voice so high and breathy it sounds pitiful.

“The kids are sleepin’ upstairs behind their soundproofed walls ‘cause I’ma thoughtful father who wants to wreck their mother’s pussy anytime and anywhere.” Leon bites on your nipple, making you whine and clutch his shoulders. No objections. You’re well aware your whole house is soundproofed because you two were indeed prudent. Yet anytime you heard yourself moan like that, you’d thought your kids will hear and get traumatized, the whole neighbourhood will report your household and a random meteoroid will land right in your living room. Leon never hesitated to remind your overthinking ass that none of that is ever gonna happen.

You’d never admit it but his dirty mouth always makes your cunt drip. Anything about him makes it drip, in fact. But once again, whatthefuckever.

You whimper once more as Leon switches his attention to your another nipple, feeling like you’re about to burst. Zero thoughts visit your head as you rub your crotch against his desperately, the outline of his thick cock only spurring you on because God bless them gray sweatpants.

Letting out another raw groan, Leon’s lips leave your halo with a wet pop; his kisses trailing lower towards your navel, him almost having to squat to reach your lower half.

”Lift your hips,” He orders in a hoarse voice, the one that makes you grow even wetter. You obey, leaning on his broad shoulders and shifting your weight onto your arms so that your bottom raises from the counter. Leon deftly tugs your yoga pants down along with soaked panties, the cold marble of the counter right under your cunt as the discarded clothing pools around your ankles.

Leon pulls you closer to his body, his fingers finding your pussy again, “Gon’ check on her, to see if she’s all nice and ready for me.”

“Always is,” You croak out, feeling his index finger prodding at your entrance. He pushes his digit in until its buried in your cunt to the knuckle and you yelp as your velvety walls tightly grip the intruder in a welcoming manner.

“Think you’re right,” Leon chuckles even though you can hear how his breath shudders. “She missed me, it seems. So goddamn tight, a finger barely fits yet takes my cock so fuckin’ good all the time. Pure magic.”

You absorb all his dirty words while a second rough finger joins, both now scissoring and curling inside you. You mewl at the feeling, your hips urging you to thrust forward because it’s not enough—it’s never enough.

Leon’s lips dance around your abdomen as he pistons his fingers in and out of you, slipping the third in the meantime but you’re too distracted by the feeling of his thumb suddenly finding your engorged clit, peeking out of its hood. He rubs it in tight circles, just enough pressure to make you wail somewhere into his shoulder, spreading your thighs wider as if it could help to increase the stimulation. His chapped lips worship your things and lower stomach, nibbling gently then licking in apology.

“So greedy,” Leon rasps, his thumb flicking over your clitoris accompanied by your curt moans. “Cum on my fingers. Soak ‘em, baby. Like a good fucking girl you are.”

Your things tremble, lips hang open and your clit’s so swollen and sensitive it’s maddening. If you’re gonna cum, you’re probably gonna explode as well.

But you do cum without exploding—all it takes a few more pumps of his fingers to your sloppy cunt and couple of circles firm to your clit. Your orgasm feels like a fucking hurricane Katrina. Your knees surely would buckle and lead you to falling if it wasn’t for you already sitting down.

“Face’s so pretty when you cum.” Leon’s thumbs rub your hipbones soothingly, waiting for you to come down from your high.

“You talk too much for someone who got a patch on his boxers.” You bite back, embarassed, despite still feeling dizzy as you tug on the waistband of his pants, taking a quick peek inside. But it’s true—you can see precum staining his underwear which clings to his cock already, highlighting his girthy shaft.

Leon smirks, “About to fix this problem right now.”

You sit there, perched up on the counter awkwardly as your husband lowers his pants down to his knees, now providing you a delicious view to his hard-on. Cotton of his boxers embraces his cock in the most inappropriate way ever and you feel even more slutty at the realization that you salivate at the sight of cock. Thick, wide and veiny. He didn’t even took his underwear off yet, but you had the image engraved into your mind.

You want to take his shirt off him. Badly. This is just a quickie, you remind yourself. Not exactly suitable time or place for body worshiping.

Leon finally rolls down his boxers and frees his aching length. It plops against his stomach, the head’s swollen and angry red. You bite on your lip, fingers twitching reflexively in want to touch. Like a fucking Pavlov dog.

Leon exhales through his parted lips, pads of his rough fingers fisting his shaft, him pulling off the foreskin as he gives himself a few sloppy pumps. Beads of precum form on the split insistently, and you can’t help but run the tip of your forefinger along his lengthy cock. That makes him groan lowly.

“Wider,” Leon nods to your thighs and you obey instantly, spreading your legs as wide as you can.

His strong arms gently cup the dip of your waist, one then leaving it to grasp his aching dick and to align it with your dripping entrance. He slides it against your slick folds lazily, smearing his precum and your natural lube. You moan drawlingly and rub against his cockhead, your clit growing erected once again.

“So fucking naughty,” Leon comments, his neck tilted to the side and eyes half-lidden. He slaps the head of his dick against your pussy lips a few times, and before you can beg him to just impale you on his cock, he pushes forward.

You moan as he sharply yet gently bottoms out in you, inch by torturous inch. Leon’s definitely bigger than average and taking him in is definitely a challenge but you could swear after all these years your cunt took shape of his cock. Your inner walls squeeze him eagerly, desperate to be full of him.

Leon lets out a growl himself, the inside of your pussy so snug and hot and wet. If he could spend his life buried balls-deep inside of you, he would.

“Don’t think I’ll last long,” Leon grunts as he finally starts moving, holding onto your waist. You wrap your legs around his torso, crossing them at ankles and pulling him in closer and closer, feeling him even deeper that way. Your arms find home around his neck, your fingers playing with the tufts of the hair on the back of it softly.

You both moan as Leon picks up the pace, his thrusts getting more purposeful. Your head rolls back a bit and your hands lower to his back, clutching his shirt and twirling your fingers around the fabric.

Leon’s blue orbs lock with your eyes, and your lips hastily meet, his tongue immediately making its way into wet cavern of your mouth. He swallows all your moans, taking the opportunity to delve into you harder and quicker.

Then he suddenly bends you backwards a little, changing the angle of your coupling slightly. Now the head of his cock kisses your cervix, stretching you even further and making you wail like a bitch in heat. Your cunt clenches desperately, that spongy spot deep inside of you getting pounded and you’re one leg in heaven, seeing stars and whatever is above. Hell would be more accurate probably, because do they even let people with such wanton cries in heaven?

Leon snarls at the sensation of your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. His swift fingers dissapear between your things, pinching your itching nub. You mewl, still pushing your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

“That’s fucking it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock while I play with that pretty li’l clit of yours.”

He rolls your numb clit with his two fingers. You whimper, and his lips find yours again as he finally rubs it deftly with his thumb.

You feel his cock twitch nestled by the neck of your womb. You squeeze his shoulders tighter, heat building in the pit of your stomach.

Leon’s lips detach from yours, his forehead resting against your forehead. He presses a few messy kisses to the bridge of your nose, his grip on your waist tightening.

”Gonna fill you up so good you’ll be walkin’ around dripping with my cum,” He promises as his cock brushes against your cervix once again.

Nothing rational wakes inside of you. You just mewl in encouragement.

Leon groans barely holding back from busting a nut deep inside of you, “Yeah? You’d like that, getting your cunt stuffed full?”

You moan as his cock’s thrusts match the pace of his ministrations with your clit.

“Yeah please,” You whine stupidly, full body trembling already.

“Wanna see my load dribbling out of you,” He groans into the crook of your neck. “Always so fucking sexy, makes me all hard again.”

You nod chaotically and squint, wanting him to just shut up because if he says one more filthy word you’ll lose it.

“What about fourth?” Leon suddenly asks.

Your eyes snap open, “Huh?”

”Fourth kid, y’know. I know you’ll probably go get plan B after I creampie you, but… Dunno. They grow so fast and…” He breathes heavily, you both on the edge yet now way more conscious than before. “Honestly just want to experience it all again. One last time. But I get it, labor’s hell and I hate seein’ you go through it, and I literally may get killed any moment with this fucking job, just…”

You shush him softly by pressing a finger to his lips.

“Thought you’d never ask. Jason saw Chris’ newborn that last time they came over and asked me how to spell ‘baby sister’ so he can ask Santa for her.” You chuckle shortly, remembering your son’s adorable antics. With having three boys, obviously you secretly wished for a little princess. Just never thought you and Leon were on the same page, especially after him drunk-rambling about him “being a potential corpse during every mission” once.

The way Leon’s eyes light up when you mention makes your heart go pitter-patter. You feel his cock twitch inside you in excitement and your face contorts in pleasure.

”He said that?” You nod and Leon smiles even wider. “Then it’s settled, huh?”

“I guess it is,” You smile back. “Spontaneity leads to great outcomes sometimes.”

Leon hums in affirmation and his lips graze the column of your throat, stubbled chin leaving a prickly sensation in its wake.

”And… It’s your lucky day, then,” You smirk.

”Huh?” Leon raises his head.

”I’m ovulating.” You explain with a giggle.

”That’s goddamn awesome. Puttin’ a baby in you. Right. Fuckin’. Now.” He rasps, last three words accentuated by sharp thrusts and your head lolls back again.

A few pushes of his dick, and you’re already so close that cumming feels like a life-supporting necessity.

“Leon, gonna…” You warn with a whine, scratching his back through his shirt slightly.

He growls, “Milk my cock for cum, yeah? That’s what you gon’ do? Squeeze the load of it and suck it deep so you’re swollen with our baby again?”

At this point you just moan like a broken record without even registering what the fuck he’s even saying.

His dick hits the spot and you see Leon reaching towards your clit, but there’s no even need.

Your cunt clenches around Leon’s length, gripping it tightly as you get crushed by the tidal wave of your finish. It’s so good your legs tremble. You feel Leon’s lips on your jaw through the haze but that feels incredibly distant.

Leon roars at the feeling of your pussy clasping around him. He pistons in and out a few times, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm.

And here it comes.

You feel jets of his hot viscid cum spilling inside, him groaning as he empties his balls deep in your pussy. He pushes inside some more times to make sure his release stays plugged inside of you.

You two stay like this for a few more moments, his face resting on the arch of your collarbone and your hands limp around his upper body.

With a hiss, Leon eventually pulls out. Some droplets of his cum manage to escape your fertile haven, and he doesn’t hesitate to push it back inside with his fingers.

Finally satisfied, he steps back, his now spent cock hanging flaccidly. Leon hastily tucks himself, tugging his boxers and pants back on. You still feel almost intoxicated, so just sit there awkwardly until Leon gets you back in your undies and sweats. You hum gratefully, wrapping yourself around him, all limp and sex-drunk.

Leon chuckles at that, “You sure you wanna keep this whole cake shebang goin’, baby? I mean I think we had quite a creampie, just not the one you originally intended to make.”

You scoff lazily, “Mindblowing sex does not reschedule your son’s birthday.”

“Never said it does, honey. But I think with your pussy serving my cock so well, I owe you big time. You just rest. Go take a shower, lay down, anything.” Leon pats your back and pecks your temple, holding you tight as you almost slip off the counter.

“Are you kidding me? You expect me to leave our kid without his cake?” You object, still snuggling against him.

”You won’t, baby. There’s this new bakery place I got you cheesecake from last week. Think they definitely have somethin’ good and birthday-suitable. I told you, just stop worryin’ your ass and go chill before I fuck your nervousness out of you again.” Leon grins, squeezing your buttcheek softly.

“...Okay,” You finally relent with a sigh. “But I’m baking something for your birthday, deal? It’s just in a month and I swear I’ll find some killa recipe so you’ll get so rapturous you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”

Leon laughs at that, the sound low and velvet. He pulls away a bit, cupping your face and looking you in the eyes.

”I’m pretty much satisfied with the pie we ended up having today, baby. But if you insist… Whatever you make is heaven. Thumbs up. And just so you know… There’s no way to make me more in love with you that I am now. Nobody else’s cunt I’d rather pound into.”

You smile, and so does Leon. He embraces you, warm and tight.

”Also… I think we surely did put a bun in the oven, huh? Quite the bakers, if I do say so myself.” Leon teases and you swat his chest playfully.

”You’re getting the vasectomy the day test shows positive.” You declare. “This time’s for sure.”

Leon laughs, kissing the top of your head lovingly as he rubs your belly, ”Yes ma’am.”

”Now go. The tastiest cake it is you’re getting or I’ll cut your balls off myself.” You shoo him jokingly and he salutes, blowing one last kiss to you.

You finally jump off the counter, heading upstairs to take a much-needed shower.

Baking indeed is a tedious activity.

~ ♡ ~

#leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil x female reader #resident evil x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x fem reader #Spotify

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thydungeongal · 4 months ago

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The whole "well punk is actually about not conforming so by listening to Taylor Swift I'm actually the most punk person in the room because I'm not conforming to expectations of what punk is" is funny but like it's also kind of based on a sort of elevation of punk into something it really isn't. It's a music-based subculture with an associated aesthetic, as music-based subcultures are wont to have. That's it.

Now I understand the impulse to be "well I do like the punk aesthetic but I don't like the music because it sucks ass so can I just take the aesthetic and then make claims about punk that divorce it entirely from its roots as a music-based subculture," well good news is you can do that and arguably people have been doing that for ages. Like, very famously two of the people at the center of the birth of the punk subculture, Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood, cynically used the subculture as a vehicle to sell clothes, and since then there have been multiple fashion designers who have been like "wow what if we could sell the aesthetics of rebellion to people without any of the nasty associations with smelly moshpits? That'll be two thousand dollars for a pair of pre-ripped jeans and a studded leather jacket."

And like. Significantly there is literally nothing that people in the punk subculture can meaningfully do to stop you from wearing a plaid skirt and ripped fishnets and combat boots and biker jacket and telling everyone that you don't really like the music but actually punk is about being kind and remembering to vote for the Democrats. But also significantly, people within the punk subculture also have a term for people like you: poser.

Also the music does kind of suck on purpose.

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hugsandnoregrets · 6 months ago

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one of the cringier forms of virtue signalling on tumblr to me is people acting willfully obtuse and pretending that they don't know what a metaphor or basic storytelling devices are (while half their blog posts are humblebragging/complaining about being a 'gifted child') so they can dunk specifically on taylor swift.

like i'll never get over the reaction to the 'sexy baby' line, where she is referencing both a joke in a popular sitcom, and the 'born sexy yesterday' trope that tumblr frothed over the mouth about how succinct and astute of an analysis it was - but then pretended to take it as literally as possible to call a famous woman 'creepy' and 'weird' when she's relating it to her experiences of feeling tall/huge/taking up too much space/being a villain/monster on the hill vs. the expectation of a small childlike innocent young woman who makes herself act like a tiny weak baby for male validation.

and then they pretended the asylum she was referencing was... her childhood home? and not the music industry she was in since she was 15? the one that slut-shamed her, body-shamed her, stalked her, threatened her, created parasocial relationships with her, and expects everything out of her - but no, everyone played willfully dumb so they could call her privileged for thinking her upper class childhood home was an 'asylum' even when it clearly wasn't the intent.

acting like "the man" is talking about every man on earth and not herself but a man. a rich, white, talented, able bodied man. y'know, like leonardo dicaprio, who she directly references. but no no, she's saying her life would be easier even if she was the most oppressed man on earth. yep. ignore every lyric in the song to tell yourself that.

and finally the horribly cringe way they react to her storytelling songs. simultaneously whining that she only sings about her love life, then screaming about how she 'never cleaned up a house so why is she referencing that in her song!!!!' when she's clearly telling a story. like.

does it feel good? to pretend you haven't gone further than 4th grade reading classes so that you can dunk on someone you don't like?

#rant #personal #taylor swift

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tojivu · 5 days ago

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secrets ‣ satoru gojo

an. 3 month hiatus.. wsg

cw. f!reader, high school au, sfw, brother's best friend trope, you're suguru's younger sister

playing. slut by taylor swift

"suguru, i'm going outside for a bit!"

you hear satoru shout from downstairs. your brother, suguru, is in the shower: you're rolling your eyes because you forgot to take your favourite towel out of the bathroom. suguru is probably gonna use it because all of the other towels are drying. you want to vomit at the thought.

you really think satoru is gone, because the sound of the front door slamming shut reaches all the way to your room—but a familiar figure soon appears at your door frame.

his footsteps are fast but quiet. he doesn't say a word, instead climbing into your bed and making himself comfortable next to you. you're listening intently to sounds of water in the shower, in case suguru decided he was going to take a little less time today.

your boyfriend's head is resting on your shoulder, and he yawns. his voice is in a whisper, but loud enough for you to feel your pulse quicken just a little.

"missed you."

he just came over a week ago. plus, you see him every single day in school—but you suppose it's a little reasonable considering you two are a year apart. "you saw me a week ago," you reply.

"yeah, but suguru and i were downstairs the entire afternoon."

you know things would be easier if your brother was aware, but you think it's too risky. geto's made it clear on multiple occasions that you were not to associate with anyone he was friends with—he thinks they aren't good for you, that they're assholes and just fuck around, but you think gojo satoru is different.

you know he is different.

when your brother first brought gojo satoru over, you were 15 and he was 16. that's when it all began—you're running downstairs to the kitchen for a snack and there he is. your brother's newfound best friend was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

"what are you looking at?" geto's shooing you away, furrowed eyebrows and an angry expression.

gojo shifts his gaze from his phone to you: you're standing by the stairway and staring directly at him with curious eyes. you're snapped out of it when suguru drags you back up to your room by the ear, telling you to stay away when his friends are over.

you suppose it's that same curiosity that led you to wanting to know gojo satoru, as more than suguru's annoying little sibling. you feel a little guilty, but you aren't the only one to blame—gojo fell for you the same way you fell for him.

maybe a little harder, actually.

─────

it's your brother's birthday.

suguru's horrible taste in music makes your ears metaphorically bleed, but you have no rights to yell at him today. people are still walking through the front door, some of them you know from school.

your brother is busy talking to a group of girls from your year in the kitchen, and you roll your eyes at his hypocrisy—he forbade you from associating with satoru, while he's doing the same exact thing.

you're on the couch, and so is your boyfriend—of course, on opposite ends.

gojo's desperate to be close to you, ready to grab your hand and drag you somewhere nobody can watch. his knee is bouncing up and down on the floor, his eyes constantly watching suguru: waiting for him to turn his back.

and so when suguru does turn his back towards the living room, satoru throws his empty plastic cup on the floor—standing up and grabbing your wrist as he walks past your end of the couch, and it's the familiar routine.

gojo leads the way up the stairs and into your bedroom. he's quick in his movements, he knows this path all too well that it's muscle memory to him.

seconds follow and you're in your room, satoru locking the door behind you two.

"fuck..." gojo sighs, familiar arms wrapping around your waist as he brings himself closer to you: the smell of his cologne fills your nose, and you're afraid he can feel your heartbeat pounding. "finally."

"so needy, satoru." your expression contradicts your words. you're smiling while your boyfriend attempts to close the already minute gap between you two—he thinks he's going to die if he doesn't feel your chest against his. "you walked me home just yesterday."

"not completely," he argues. "suguru was waiting outside the door."

"not my fault he lost his keys."

he lets out a laugh and his breath is cold against your neck, combined with his hair tickling your skin—you let a giggle slip as well.

gojo thinks he could stay like this forever, have the smell of your hair overwhelm him and your tiny hands around his neck for eternity if not for geto.

it's times like this where gojo satoru hates the fact that he's so close to your older brother.

he didn't really care if suguru got mad at him, should he find out you two were together. it wasn't unreasonable, anyway; with how long you two have kept it a secret from him, that was the only reaction satoru could expect.

you pull away from gojo, just a little. your arms are resting on his shoulders now and you’re looking up at him.

his face is flushed red, maybe from the alcohol suguru made him try. your boyfriend was never one to drink—but something in his smile tells you it's cause of the proximity.

you'd think that gojo's used to the contact, the same way he's so used to the path to your room and the way he lies through his teeth to suguru about you—but it's an embarrassing truth, really—gojo satoru could never get used to your touch.

he feels lightheaded whenever your fingers graze his skin, and his cheeks burn whenever your lips are anywhere on him: perhaps there was a silver lining in suguru not knowing about your relationship.

…he couldn’t imagine the teasing (or yelling) he would have to endure, geto finding out that his best friend falls to his knees for his younger sister.

you tiptoe, leaning against satoru for balance.

satoru wants to melt into you. he thinks the way you kiss him is too heavenly; you know just where to touch him, when to pull away. if not for you two meeting each other at such a young age, he’d think you had much more experience than you really did.

it takes only a few minutes for the kisses to get more intense, and for the hands that grip at the flesh of your waist to get needier—that is, until a familiar voice calls out from the other side of your door.

“[name], have you seen satoru?”

gojo pulls away from the full-blown makeout session you were just having, a disappointed look on his face. he sighs and buries his face into the crook of your neck—still careful in his movements should the weight of his feet cause your floorboards to creak.

you want to giggle again with how sad he seems, but you don’t... for obvious reasons.

“i think he went to buy some more drinks,” you shout as your fingers ran through satoru’s hair, in an attempt to comfort him. “i called him just a minute ago.”

“i told you not to ask for his number, didn’t i?”

you think your brother is just finding reasons to blame you for his friend’s disappearance—but you suppose it really is your fault, just in a different way.

“whatever!”

you don’t hear a reply back this time. gojo lifts his head from your shoulder, sad expression still worn. “this is so damn annoying. i don’t wanna go back down there and drink with people i don’t even know.”

“you can come back after everyone’s left and sugu’s asleep.”

“that’s not for another 3 hours.”

you shrug. “you gotta do what you gotta do, ‘toru.”

and so that’s exactly what he does.

─────

it’s 2 a.m. now and suguru is passed out on the couch—red cups surround him on the coffee table, floor, on the carpet… anywhere with a level surface. you wish he would’ve at least fallen asleep in his room, but you’re already lucky that your parents are out of town. count your blessings, as they say.

for now, it was just you and gojo satoru—his eyelashes bat at you, his irises peeking through the gaps: you find yourself staring a bit too long.

he’s sitting on your bed and you’re in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist: your face is inches away from his and you think the swirls of blue in his eyes are burned into your memory.

“you should go home soon.”

“waited 3 hours for this,” he says, his volume louder than what it usually should be—which was nothing but whispers. “i’m not leaving so soon.”

you shake your head. “your mom’ll ask my mom where you are.”

“i’ll just position myself on the floor next to geto before he wakes up. he’ll cover for me, no big deal—"

“that’s a shitty and risky plan.”

“it works, no?”

“i guess so,” you shrug, arms slithering around his neck. “it’s quite awhile till then, though.”

gojo smirks, just a little—beads of sweat drip down from his forehead, considering he just climbed through your window on the second floor—and the familiar smell of his cologne plagues your nostrils.

“that just means more fun with you.”

“no funny ideas, satoru.” you reject him, coldly, unlike your warm palms running across his clavicle. his face doesn’t contort to one of disappointment, though—instead, he’s chuckling to himself.

"gotta scrub clean that brain of yours," satoru whispers as his lips greet the warm skin of your neck—light, short kisses trail up to your jaw. "what a filthy thing."

and just like that, your stomach feels infested with butterflies.

"don't make me wake suguru up."

your threats are as empty as satoru's mind at this moment; all he can think about is how flushed your cheeks are for him and how your lips have his name written all over it—you are undeniably his.

his smirk only becomes more apparent. "you wouldn't."

"...yeah."

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x yn #gojo fanfic #jjk x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x yn #gojo satoru fluff #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo

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jellymochii · 2 months ago

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She's Cheer Captain-and I'm on the Bleachers.

-`♡´- Inspired by: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

-`♡´- Pairings: Cheerleader!NingNing x Band Geek!Fem Reader (WlW)

-`♡´- Genre: Fluff, Crack, College AU

-`♡´- featuring: Hyunjin of Stray Kids, Huening Kai of TXT, Winter of Aespa, and Yunjin of Lesserafim.

-`♡´- CW: None

-`♡´- WC: 3k

-`♡´- Author's Note: Hello! Sorry for my absence, I'm gonna start locking in and trying to write more, lol. Hope you enjoy!

-`♡´- SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO: @heechwe for the lovely banner! Tysm my love <3

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

The college atmosphere was always fun and grand, to say the least.

All around the cheer filled stadium, a sense of united pride amongst classmates all rooting for their team, and for each other–since finals were near.

Much like everyone else, you too were excited for the big game–but for different reasons.

You’ve always had a love for music and arts, so being in the big college band while pursuing your degree was an obvious choice for you. What made it even better was how your section was always placed in the very front row in the stands, giving you full access to…the view.

Needless to say, getting the best view in the house to gorgeous cheerleaders right in front of you. More specifically, her. The gorgeous cheer captain and lab partner in chemistry–Ningning.

The two of you had known each other for what felt like ages. Same kindergarten, same middle school, and even the same high school, so seeing her here just felt natural. What didn’t feel natural, however, was how you were totally head over heels in love with her.

Something about her cheerful smile while waving her pom poms sends shockwaves through your system. The way her dark black hair always looked so beautiful wrapped in her signature high ponytail, and how her warm eyes glowed in the spotlight. All of it made you lovesick, truly.

By high school, almost everyone in your friend group knew how you were attracted to women, and you were worried that it may have gotten back to Ningning somehow, out of fear that she may be a stereotypical snotty cheerleader and spread rumors about you. Thankfully, that did not happen. Maybe she knew and didn’t care, or maybe she liked you back? Or, the most likely possibility, she just didn’t know at all.

Being realistic, however, you realized that there's no way she saw you as anything other than a familiar face. It was painful.

Nevertheless, you continued to admire her front and center, secretly cheering every time she looked in your direction. You'd stand tall and proud with your instrument when the team scored a goal with the slightest hope that she'd notice you, even if only for a minute. You'd even do your makeup nice and make sure your hair was tucked in neatly, unlike the rest of your section who could not give a single fuck what anyone else thought of them at that moment.

Oh well, at least you had your Thursday chemistry class.

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At the beginning of the semester, your professor gave everyone assigned seats like you were back in elementary school, much to the annoyance of everyone else who wanted to sit and study with their friends, but not you–since you got to sit right next to Ningning.

What started as innocent small talk, reminiscing on the good old days from high school, turned into more in depth chat as the two of you found yourselves frequently bored to tears in class.

Today, in particular, was a prep week for finals that involved your professor droning on tirelessly about how to correctly balance chemical equations, causing the guy in front of you to put his head down and drift away to sleep. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you leaned in and whispered to Ningning “...Why does he sound like the teacher from Charlie Brown?” To which she snorted, preventing herself from bursting out laughing.

Your professor turned to your table with a scorn on his face.

“Ms Yizhuo…Ms L/N, mind explaining to the class what's so funny?”

You'd normally be petrified, being the good student that you are, but you were extra needy for her attention today, so you did something you wouldn't normally do.

You shaped your hand into a hand puppet and began mimicking Charlie Brown’s teacher by going “Wah wah, wah wah wah wah.”

Ningning couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into a raging laughing fit, alongside a group of giggles from the rest of the class. What was he gonna do, send you to detention? You’re an adult, silly.

The professor, now at his wits end, clenched his teeth and resumed his droning lecture–but not before Jake, a student in your class, began the same gesture and phrase you did, causing the class to burst out laughing.

“Rrrrrrr…THAT’S IT! CLASS DISMISSED.” Your professor huffed as everyone rushed to grab their backpacks and usher out the door.

As you were shoving your laptop and notebook into your backpack, Ningning leaned in towards you.

“Girl…that was genius! You’re a lifesaver.” She exclaimed.

“I mean, it wasn't me who made him quit.” You smirked back.

“Yeah, but thank god. If I had to listen to one more minute of that lecture I would've totally gone brain dead!” She giggled.

“Hey…Y/Nnie, you know that project we have to do before the final? I haven't started it yet because of cheer comps, so could you send me what you have so far?” She asked.

“I mean, yeah, sure! Should I send it to your email?” You inquired.

“Nah, I’ll just give you my number.” She replied. “Here, I'll put it in your phone.” She said as she reached her hand out, ushering you to open your contact list.

Was this real? Was the girl of your dreams really giving you her phone number, after all these years of longing for her? It had to be.

You happily obliged. She returned your phone to you shortly after, adding her contact as “Ningning 🩷” in your phone. Maybe this was just her way of being cute like she always is…or maybe?

No, you've known she's dated men before. What would she see in someone as bland and needy as you?

“See ya, Y/N! Don't forget to text me the PowerPoint!” She said gleefully, waving her hand as she exited the class. You'd certainly remember and daydream about this day for a long time to come.

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Finals season had come and gone, and it was a dream come true for you. You got to text NingNing back and forth, even if it was just about a stupid project. The two of you had texted about your own extracurricular at the university and she found out that you were in the band in front of her, causing her to smile and wave at you when she spotted you in the crowd. The best part? You didn't even let her lift a finger on the project, and ended up getting the two of you an A+, making her like you even more.

Today marked the end of finals and the start of your University's Football Teams journey to finals, they just needed this one game to secure their spot in the State Championships. Your band director and the cheer instructor coordinated together to create a big performance at halftime–everyone was nervous yet excited, since this was the first time since 1992 that your team qualified for a championship.

The cheerleaders volunteered to practice separately from the band, with some not wanting to be around “Gross and sweaty band geeks”, so the band learned the tune separately, until today's pre-game practice when the cheerleaders had to be there.

You watched NingNing and all of her gorgeous cheerleaders walk in with their giant metal water bottles and glitter filled backpacks. Your eyes lit up watching her talk to the girl next to her with a bright smile on her face. As you walked away from your section and tried to approach her, suddenly a crowd of cheerleaders formed around her and clamored.

“GIRL! Is it true that you went out with Hyunjin last night?” You heard one of the cheerleaders say, causing your heart to sink.

“Yeah, his friends totally set us up.” Ningning replied.

“Oh God, he is sooooo dreamy, I'm totally jelly!” Her best friend, Winter, said.

It's pretty well known that Hyunjin was by far, the most attractive guy in the entire University. Girls would flock to him like moths to a flame, and it led many to even join the Art Club he president of, just to stare at him and pray that they would look in their direction. You'd even heard from one of the trumpet players that he was extremely wealthy and even worked for Versace--and you knew how much NingNing liked designer things.

Your worst nightmares had become a reality–only pulled out of your tranced state by your section leader, Kai, who tapped your shoulder and leaned into whisper.

“Oooooh I know Winter is pissed.” He mumbled. “I hear her talking to Karina every day in Psych 101 about how she’s head over heels for Hyunjin.”

“Wait, seriously?” You asked.

“Well yeah, but I wish I was lying. It's impossible to focus on the lecture when two girls are giggling about their crush.” He replied, almost louder.

“Now that you mention it….” You mentioned, taking note of Winter's red hot face and scowl across her lips.

Truthfully, this didn't make it any better in your eyes. For all you cared, Winter could have her dreamy artsy boyfriend–as long as you could have NingNing.

“Sorry for barging in on your convo and all-” Yunjin, one of the trumpet players interrupted. “-But isn't Hyunjin like, totally gay?”

“What makes you think that? He's practically drowning in money and bitches.” Kai retorted.

“Well yeahhh, but I heard from Yoon that the reason he got kicked out of his frat was for making out with some dude at a party.” Yunjin replied.

“Shhhh, quiet. I'm trying to listen to what NingNing is saying.” You shushed the two of them.

“Wait, why do you care about Ni-” You swiftly cut off Yunjin by cupping your hand over her mouth, trying to listen further into the conversation amongst the chatter of the room.

“I mean, we both got along fine, but we're just staying friends is all.” Ningning replied to one of her friends.

“Wait, seriously?” Winter replied, almost ecstatically.

“Yeah, we both have a lot in common, but uh…yeah! Just friends.” Ningning said hesitantly.

“Told ya. Gay.” Yunjin muffled through your hand.

You felt all the tension in your body release after hearing that, heaving a noticeable sigh of relief.

“Ohhhh, so that’s why she cares.” Kai said, nodding towards Yunjin.

“Can’t say I blame ya-but good luck with that, she’s practically university royalty.”

“What makes you think Y/N doesn't stand a chance with her? They're both smart and pretty.” Kai questioned.

“No yeah, totally, it's just that…well, cheerleaders usually hate band kids. She’d totally be shunned out by the rest of her little diva squad if she did. Plus, we don't know if she’s gay either.”

You huffed in annoyance at the two of them, your pride and newfound confidence boiling in your blood.

“Well I still think I have a chance, Debbie Downer.” You sparked at Yunjin. “Because we’ve been talking since our science project in chem, and she put her name with a heart in my phone, and she laughed at my jokes, and responds within 5 minutes to me, and she’s known me since diapers, and-” You cut yourself off once you noticed Kai and Yunjin staring bewilderingly at you.

“Oh…ok, you go girl.” Kai mumbled.

“Hey Y/nnie!” You heard a familiar voice call out, causing all 3 of you to swiftly pivot your heads like a parliament of owls.

“Oh shit- hey Ningning! Didn't expect you to come over to this side of town.” You replied jokingly.

“Oh I've got some friends over here I wanted to say hi to, so did Giselle and Sana.” She replied, causing you to take notice of the surprising amount of cheerleaders mingling with band kids, with one of them even kissing one of the drummers on the cheek and uttering a “Hey babe! Dinner tonight?”

“That's surprising. I thought cheerleaders hated band geeks.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Oh, no–just Winter, but she's got beef with one of the Clarinets.” Ningning replied.

“Wait, like, the one with the cunty bob?” Kai barged in, earning a glare from you.

“Yeah, that girl. I guess Winter thinks she’s copying her since she dyes her hair like her and wants Hyunjin like she does. Neither of them have any idea he has a boyfriend already and it’s hysterical.” Ningning giggled.

“BOOM! YOU OWE ME A 20 KAI!” Yunjin shouted, causing the 4 of you to burst out laughing.

“Sorry about your date. It must suck finding out the guy of your dreams likes the same gender.” You giggled hesitantly.

“Guy of my dreams? Hell no, he’s not my, uh, type.” She muttered.

“Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for the help on the project--you're a total lifesaver! I owe you big time.” She beamed brightly. You were still stuck in awe at how sociable and friendly she was despite her major popularity, it truly only made you love her more.

“Oop, that's my cue--I'll see ya later Y/Nnie!” She waved and turned.

“Jesus Y/N, you must have insane charisma to bag a baddie like her.” Kai muttered.

“She's not mine yet, I'm still trying to figure out how to ask her to grab a coffee with me.” You mumbled, digging an elbow into his chest.

“Yeah, well, before you figure out how to get laid by a cheerleader, make sure you know how to play your song correctly before you look stupid.” He remarked, causing you to roll your eyes.

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The practice went better than anyone could have imagined, making everyone even more pumped up for halftime, which couldn't come sooner. The tune you had to learn alongside everyone was You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift, and while it definitely wasn't your taste-it's lyrics hit particularly hard considering your situation. Although Kai was right–you still kinda sucked. Normally, it would be a breeze, but consider such a short time frame-It proved somewhat difficult. About 30 minutes before the game started, you had some jitters and needed to use the restroom, humming the tune of the song all throughout.

As you washed your hands and continued your mindless humming, you heard a toilet flush behind you–realizing that you probably embarrassed yourself in front of some unsuspecting girl.

Nope! Just NingNing–again, somehow.

“You have a pretty voice, y'know y/nnie?” She noted with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh–uh, not really haha. I'm just nervous about the song since I haven't had much time to prepare for it.” You replied, visible sweat now on your face.

“I'm sure you'll do fine! I always hear you play the loudest anyway.”

Your cheeks flushed as you giggled nervously. Now was your chance to finally get the courage you've been needing for so many years now.

“Well, catch ya late-”

“Wait! Uh, sorry just–uh.” You cut her off hurriedly. She looked puzzled, to say the least.

“Uh, well–I was kinda wondering if maybe you..uh, wanted to go get coffee sometime? Feel free to say no just-”

“Well yeah, of course! But what's the occasion?” She questioned.

“A…date. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me.” You mumbled. There was no turning back now, you would either get the girl of your dreams or have to transfer schools out of humiliation.

“A date? Why's that?” She asked.

“...Because I've kinda had a crush on you since kindergarten, and you're the most perfect girl I've ever met.”

Her face turned pale as she stood in shock at your confession. At this point you were certain that she probably was utterly disgusted by you.

“So why didn't you say something? I mean, I knew you were into girls but I wish you would've told me sooner.”

Oh well fuck, she did know.

“I guess it's because I never knew how. You were always the most popular girl in every school so I knew there was no chance a geek like me would ever have a shot.”

"I mean, I'm totally down for a coffee date–I’m kinda sick of pretending to be straight anyway.”

Wait..she was gay this entire time? Just like you?

“So, you're saying that you…like women too?”

“Yeah. No matter how many guys I begrudgingly went on dates with, I still felt no attraction to them. Nothing ever really clicked with me, and I thought I was crazy for the longest time–until I got to know you in chemistry class. You’re really adorable, Y/n–and sweet to me.”

You felt tears swell in your eyes and you thought back on all those years you spent longing for her attention, this was by far the ultimate dream come true–the day you’ve dreamed about since Kindergarten, and it was all finally–

“ATTENTION: ALL CHEERLEADERS PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR POSITIONS IN HALLWAY B52.” The intercom blared.

“So, we're still on?” You asked, more confident this time around.

“Of course–I’ll see you later, cutie pie.” She whispered and gave you a peck on the cheek before darting out of the bathroom. You were glad she didn't turn around, otherwise she would've caught a glance of your bright red face with a mix of tears and sweat dripping down your cheeks.

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Surprisingly your football team did extraordinarily well and managed to win the game. You managed to make only 1 mistake during halftime (which no one except Kai noticed, giving you a side eye.) and got your view of NingNing–only this time, she was looking right back at you the entire time with a gorgeous smile on her face.

And while it seemed like the student section couldn't help but stare at her the entire time, you felt as though you were on cloud nine.

Even though everyone was mentally lined up to ask her out, for once, you were the only thing she wanted. Even though everyone was watching her, she was looking at you. You felt as though this might just be the beginning of the best years of your life, now that NingNing finally realized that she belonged with you.

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bluedosjaykewon · 8 months ago

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🥹✨Enhypen as Dads✨🥹

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Heeseung

Making everyone very sad (I know we would all like to see Heeseung being a “girl dad”, I would love it too) but I see Hee being father of two boys (about 3 or 4 years apart)

I honestly think he would be so happy with that since he grew up with his brother too so he wants to provide a childhood as cool as his children was

He is 100% the type of father "don't tell your mother"

"Don't tell your mother we drank soda at dawn"

"Don't tell your mother we stayed up playing video games until 4 in the morning"

"Don't tell your mother I took you to Burger King after school"

Etc etc

I also can see you scolding your son and he saying "hey honey but he didn't do anything wrong" and you just look at him and automatically he turns around and says “VERY BAD KID THIS IS VERY VERY BAD”

What can he do???? He's the good cop

I think Hee would be the kind of father who would be very supportive of his children, especially if they want to pursue a career in music, but I think he would be very wise to tell his children that it's a very exhausting life and full of very complicated obstacles

His oldest son is definitely his best friend (he lives to make this boy feel proud of him)

His youngest son is his baby

As Heeseung is the youngest children in his family I think he sees himself in his baby boy so is that the reason why he’s always very emotional about the youngest

He wants to be the cool and laid-back father to his youngest son while he wants to be the loyal friend of his oldest

I can really imagine him taking his oldest son for a drive at night to clear his head

Speaking of cars, these 3 always go on a fishing trip every month IT'S A TRADITION

His youngest son doesn't like fishing that much but he loves spending time with his father and brother so he goes anyway🥹

His children always come back covered in mosquito bites because Heeseung always forgets his insect repellent home, but they come back smiling and happy so it doesn't matter.

Jay

Ok, let's go

Jay is a couple father, DOES EVERYONE AGREE?????

He has an older daughter, who he raised with all the love, affection, care and protection and will always take care of her because she is his princess.

And he has a younger son that is his best bro forever (maybe 6 years between the children?)

I imagine that his daughter must have been so jealous of her brother when he was born

I can see them at 16 and 10 years old, having a Disney Chanel sibling dynamic, who live to make each other's lives hell, are fighting 100% of the time but deep down love each other deeply

He and his youngest son are quite a duo

They have a garage band together🥹🫶🏼

Jay taught him to play guitar but the boy's passion is the drums

I imagine that he is much closer to his older daughter, but he doesn't know how to deal very well with his daughter growing up and no longer depending on him.

So he spends all the time he can with his youngest because when the youngest grows up it's over for him

Jay loves to keep his kids entertained so he would be up for anything

“Daddy, are we going to the Taylor Swift concert?”

“Sure, my love.”

“Daddy, can we go to the skate park?”

“We’ll leave in a few minutes, okay? Just let daddy finish this first”

Btw, he supports everything his children want to do

I swear his children have already taken every course and private lesson that exists on the earth

Jay will enroll them in and out of anything they want

Because he wants his children to be happy and he grew up with a family that gave him so much support that I believe he will do the same

Btw, the family tradition is take the childrens to see baseball games

In fact, Jay had a huge existential crisis when his daughter started not wanting to go to the games🥹

He started remembering her when she was little with a t-shirt and a cap that was too big for her, sitting on his shoulders and watching the game🥹🥹🥹🥹

Poor man, he collapsed

Jake

I imagine him being such a calm and relaxed father, you know?

I think he would be such a relaxed father.

His relationship with his children is based on trust, affection and love 100% of the time.

I don't think he smothers his children or wants to be with them 100% of the time.

Of course he is a present father, but I think he respects his children's time a lot.

But let’s go, he has 3 children.

2 older boys and a younger girl (about 2 years apart from each child?)

Oh, how this man was in heaven when these children were born.

Jake loves being a father, I think he considers it his favorite profession.

And he is simply so delicate with his children, his tone of voice is always soft and loving, he touches them as if they were made of porcelain.

He loves taking them to the park, riding his bike with them and stopping for ice cream afterwards, or taking them to the pool, spending the whole day at the water park and then stopping at the McDonald’s🥹🥹🥹🥹

God, he loves his little 4-year-old girl, he’s an idiot for her (she gets whatever she wants, he’s her personal butler)

You see him walking around with weird hairstyles and stickers on his face quite often (he’s a regular at the 4pm tea party with his daughter and her bunny every Wednesday)

But he’s so incredibly in love with his 8 and 6-year-old boys

I can imagine them playing with lots of Hot Wheels tracks lol (and Jake taking it so seriously)

They build a lot of Lego together too, God, his kids have BOXES AND BOXES of Lego of every possible and imaginable type

He’s the kind of father who dances with his daughter dressed as a prince and gives her flowers so she gets used to receiving love early on so he doesn’t worry about future relationships

At the same time, he’s an example of such a good man for your children

Your children are so in love with your relationship🥹♥️

I imagine the 3 of you being so close, they are brothers who truly love each other unconditionally because the only reference they have is love, love and more love♥️😭

Sunghoon

OKAY LISTEN…

Two girls

NOBODY WILL PROVE ME OTHERWISE

He has two girls who are about 3 years apart from each other

His oldest is like “🎀✨💕DADDYS GIRL💕✨🎀” and his youngest is more like “💋✨⛸️DADDYS GIRL⛸️✨💋” if you can understand me

Like the oldest is more “Daddy, can I use your card??? I need a new dress” and the youngest is more “Dad, I told you! You don’t have to buy me anything”

BTW

He is absolutely in love with them to an extreme level

They are his world, after they were born nothing else matters more to him than the happiness of his two little girls

He is a REALLY OVERPROTECTIVE FATHER

like really

He can’t be able to sleep if he knows that your girls are on a party or on a date

He just CAN’T

And you’re like “babe, cmon, let’s rest a little” and he will be like “I can’t sleep, y/d must call anytime”

Something he miss when the girls are little babies…

When they were little they cried for him to put them to sleep and sing to them😭♥️

And now his princess wanna buy short skirts and dance all night😭💔

His youngest really like to skating so they do it together sometimes

These two girls are the pinnacle of what a doting and protective father can do with a girl

But like I said he is protective

The day you came to him saying he was so cute like your oldest daughter had a boyfriend in kindergarten….

He went to the school to have a serious talk with a 5-year-old boy and his parents

Even today, more than 10 years later, he still has a grudge against the poor child who just held his little girl's hand

I can imagine your daughter going to say that she has something important to talk about and him saying "did you find out you're a lesbian and are you going to get rid of that idiot?😃"

and your daughter saying "no daddy" and he would reply with "are you absolutely sure you're not a lesbian?😃"

You think Jay would spoil his children but nothing is as good for the economy as Park Sunghoon, his daughters and his black card at the mall

You know that scene from Beverly Hills where the father asks what his daughter is wearing and she answers "Calvin Clain"

They have this energy

He takes them and picks them up from everywhere because he doesn't like his princesses to walk around alone and he doesn't want boys bringing home

Nothing in the world would break his heart more than seeing his daughters cry. He always makes a point of buying their favorite foods, giving them a cuddle and leaving a kiss on their heads when they are crying.

Now if it is because of some boy... God have mercy and may he not find out the address of that boy

Sunoo

He has two girls too, but they are twins.

He is over the moon with them.

Do you agree with me that they would wear matching outfits????😭😭😭😭

He knows ALL the Disney princess songs

ALL OF THEM.

He would be his daughters' best friend 100%. He gives his daughters a lot of space to talk to him about absolutely anything and everything, he is always very present and aware of everything that happens in the lives of his little gems.

One of them is really extroverted and shining just like him and the other is like “omg you two are making me feel embarrassed please stop”

But he is also very protective of them.

Not like Sunghoon, of course.

Dad Sunoo is like a mother lioness, he protects his children tooth and nail no matter what.

(Like the “PELA CRIANÇA EU DOU A MINHA VIDA GRAÇAS A DEUS!!!” meme)

If this man finds out that one of his daughters is being bullied at school... I feel so sorry for the principal of that institution because he will DESTROY her.

He also watches a lot of movies with his daughters, when he gets home from work and his girls have already come home from school, it's always the perfect time to order food and watch Korean dramas together

He would always be available for serious, intimate, or everyday conversations

I think he would be such an attentive father🥹🥹🥹 but at the same time he would have no patience at all

He seems to me like the kind of father who when his kid makes a fuss he leaves the child on the floor of the store crying, walks away and pretends he doesn't know her

I imagine him being very truly with his daughters too, like "are you going out like that? With those clothes???? No, you can't change that, it's not good, you're dressing like Sponge Bob"

He would be their safe place too

I can see him comforting them when they were crying about something, like them lying on his lap while he caresses them and says "it's okay, love, it'll pass, I already have your age too, it'll pass"

Jungwon

He has a son, a little boy

You are thinking about having another one, but he is always analyzing how you have such a comfortable life with only one child and that a second child would require you to give up some privileges, etc.

Obviously he would be up for more children if you wanted, he catches himself thinking about another baby often, but he always brings up this conversation at some point

But anyway, your little boy is around 5/6 years old????

I feel like Won is in a limbo between “being the cool dad” and “being the example of a responsible man that his son needs”

He demands a lot of himself as a father

whenever he gets home and sees that his son is already in bed sleeping and he didn't get him “good night kisses” he feels terrible😔😔😔 (I think you will have to reassure him several times a day that he is doing an excellent job)

I can imagine him like this:

“What's up, son? Boys' day today, huh? Let's go to the park, the movies, and then have ribs for dinner, what do you think????”

“What's up, buddy? How was school today?”

And your son LOOOOOOOVES HIM

Like that type of kids that say “MY DAD IS MY SUPERHERO” is really cute

Doesn’t help the fact that this kid has his father kitty bubble tea eyes😭✨

But he’s really shy when he’s not with you or Jungwon, like, your two are his best friends.

Jungwon is such a fun father🥹

Even if he comes home feeling sad, limping, anemic, fragile and inconsistent, he will take time to play with your son and this will charge his energy 100%.

Just like Jake, Won is the kind of father who lets his son do whatever he wants with him.

His son will stick stickers on his face, draw a mustache and a goatee with a marker, etc., etc., and he will stand there laughing at how cute his son is.

He loves taking naps with your son (he even went through a difficult time when your son stopped being afraid of sleeping alone and asked to sleep with you every night).

I think he would be such a responsible father. He would know how to say no to his child when necessary and would teach that there is a time and place for everything and that we should be polite and patient. 🥹♥️

Riki

Just like Won, I imagine that Kiki has 2 father skins: the fun-child father with a 4-year-old mentality and the extremely mature father who is aware of his activities as a father.

He fluctuates a lot between these two.

He is extremely responsible when it comes to his children, he can handle any situation on his own without any problems.

Btw, I can see him having a family just like his own (two girls and a middle boy🥹). They are like 10, 8 and 5 years old. 🥹🥹🥹

He and the older ones do so much messy together that I swear to God I don't know how your house is still standing.

They play a lot of running games until Kiki stops and says "Aaaaaah daddy's back isn't the same anymore."

Like I said, his older ones brought out his fun and agitated side, but his youngest is so calm and sweet that he can't be the childish father with her, he just wants to protect her from everything

(he also joins the team of daddys who let their little daughter do whatever she wants with him) this girl is almost always riding on her father's shoulders😭♥️

He is the biggest fan of his children, he is there for everything his children want to do

I can see his children so interested in his “idol” career and always with stars in their eyes when they see videos of enhypen's performances

But unlike Heeseung, I think Riki would be reluctant to let his children enter the world of stardom, especially young ones like him, I think he wouldn't want his children to go through as much as he did and he would be far away and imposing to do something...

His favorite pastime is taking his children to Disney, I swear to God they are at Tokyo Disney almost every weekend

I like to think he likes to hold his two oldest ones by the feet while his youngest is on his back and playing mechanical bull AJAKAKAKAKAKA

His kids feel so comfortable talking to him (he's not a very jealous dad either)

I also think that there’s moments that Riki just stops, look at his kids and says “wow” like “they’re real, I made them”

And I think he’s the “what your mom thinks about that?” Type of dad, like “bro, you know that mommy is the leader of this family go ask her”

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