#shea is watching u both

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: it's hump day, let's get humped.

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Jonathan doesn’t drive you back to your building. Instead, you walk with him through the halls to his condo. You stop outside the door as he slips the bags up to his wrist and unlocks the door. He holds it open and waves you inside. 

You enter, rubbing your arm nervously. It’s been a long day. A long few days. You’re exhausted. You catch a yawn in your hand as you hug yourself with one arm and peer around. 

“I’ll have to go into the office tomorrow. Can’t be avoided much longer,” he explains as he puts the bags on the side table, “you will stay here. To be safe.” 

“Oh, uh, right,” you sway back and forth as you press your palm to the side of your neck, “um, I don’t mind--” 

“I mind,” he interjects, “I can’t trust that animal not to act as what he is. Darling, you must think, yes? Learn from your mistakes. We both know he’s dangerous. I wouldn’t put you in such danger and I would hope you wouldn’t walk right into it.” 

“I know, I wasn’t... I just... I wouldn’t want to impose,” your eyes drift away meekly, “that’s all.” 

“Impose? Have I not made my feelings clear?” He approaches you, brushing his knuckles up your arm, “I cannot get enough of you, fawn.” 

You smile but it’s hard. You feel weak. The day is only half done and you could keel over. He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, “what is it?” 

“Just tired,” you shrug. 

“Mmm, how about... I’ll run you a nice hot bath. You can relax. We’ve done rather much today... you have been through even more,” he gives a doleful look, “you let me worry for everything. All will turn out, I’m certain.” 

“I guess,” you purse your lips. It’s easy enough for him to say. He still has a job, you’re not so sure you do. 

“Darling,” he brings a bent finger under your chin, tiling your head, “I will take care of you.” 

Your lips part but you quickly close them. You don’t want to argue right now. You don’t want to point out that everything is still fresh and new. Or that he might not feel the same in a month or two. Or a year. Especially if you’re unemployed. 

One day he’ll see how worthless you are. 

“So let’s get that bath going,” he bends to kiss your forehead, “I’ve some bath salts which may help ease the tension. I’ll light a few candles...” he rambles as he turns and strides down the hallway. You follow after him reluctantly, as much as the bath sounds nice, you already feel like a burden. 

You stand in the doorway as you watch him remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves. He fusses over the tub as of you’re not there. The water spills out into the deep porcelain basin and he stands. He turns and gestures to a towel on a silver bar. 

“That is clean,” he says before he opens the tall cupboard near the sink, “bath salt... rose.” 

He reads the canister before he uncaps it. He turns to add a sprinkle to the water, the floral aroma rising with the steam. He sets it aside and beckons you into the bathroom. You cross the tile as you play with the hem of your shirt. 

He brushes past you and you turn to watch him go. You face the tub again and pull up your shirt. You let your pants slip down your legs and as you straighten, you hear him return. He places a three-wick candle on the ledge above the tub and lights it. 

He looks at you, his eyes roving up and down, and he smirks, “I’m almost tempted to join you, darling, but alas, I do have a few things to tend to.” 

“That’s... okay,” you murmur, hugging yourself as you stand in panty and bra.  

He scoffs, “why are you playing shy, eh?” He nears and tickles along your collar bone, sending a shiver through you. 

“I’m not, I’m... cold,” you lie and turn your attention to the tub. 

“Mm, if you need any help warming up,” his fingers flutter up your neck before he retracts his touch, “should you need me, you need only call my name, fawn.” 

“Alright,” you eke out. 

You wait until he’s past you but don’t check to see if he’s gone. You strip down the rest of your clothes and near the tub. You lift your legs over the edge and sink into the water. You sigh as the warmth seeps into you. 

You close your eyes as the water continues to lap down by your feet. You try to let the tension out. You’re thinking too much.  

💔

You button up the shirt Jonathan left for you. You still feel uneasy as you slip into bed but you’re too tired to care. You might be invading his space but he doesn’t seem to mind much. Besides, the hot water has finished you off. You just want to sleep forever. 

Your eyes roll back and you hide from the world. It doesn’t quite fade away, still vaguely present on the other side of your eyelids. That hazy itchiness settles in your head but the fog just won’t thicken to darkness. You’re awake, barely, kept conscious by the nerves rattling in your chest. 

In your stupour, you remain vaguely aware of your unusual surroundings. Despite the threat that lingers on the other side of the walls, you can’t help but miss your apartment. It’s the first space that was truly your own. All that’s ruined.  

You hear a dulcet tone, a low hum that’s soothing a much as it is stirring. You roll onto your side and grumble, peeling open your eyes as your ears prick. Jonathan’s voice precedes him into the room. You blink at him from the bed, curled up under the blankets as your warmth keeps you in place. 

“Yes, I will have her there, never you worry,” he says breezily, “mm, yes, I’ve the time. I’ll add it to my calendar. Shouldn’t be any issue.” As you watch him, he meets your gaze and his brows flick up as he grins, “thanks, Eugenia, can’t wait. Yes, you have a wonderful night.” 

He pulls the phone away from his ear and you recognise the case and the cracked protector. It’s yours. What the heck? You sit up and reach instinctively for him. 

“Hey, that’s my phone,” you accuse. 

“Yes, it was ringing and I thought you asleep. It was only your mother,” he drops the phone on the bed next to you. “I could hardly answer between messages from that pest you call a neighbour.” 

“What?” You grasp the cell and slide it closer. 

“She only wanted to confirm the time for the engagement party next weekend. You can wear one of your new dresses,” he explains as he goes to the wall mirror and checks his reflection, smoothing his hair before he unbuttons his collar. He works a path down the row and the fabric slackens around his shoulders. “I’ve made certain to make record of each message that creature sends. We may just need to consult authorities.” 

“Colin? I—I blocked him.” 

“Please do not say his name. It’s absolutely hideous, isn’t it?” He faces you as he shrugs off his shirt. “It seems he has found an alternative, that chit he keeps around.” 

“Ally?” You wonder. 

“Mmm, is that her name,” he drones as he dumps his shirt into the hamper. “Well, we needn’t worry about them much longer.” 

He continues to undress as you pull yourself up against the pillows. Things just keep happening and you can’t keep up. You look up as he wears nothing but his short cotton boxers and nears the bed. You peek down at your phone and put it on the night table to right of the bed. 

“I do think you should call your landlord and give notice sooner than later,” he climbs onto the foot of the bed. 

“Notice?” You echo in confusion, “why--” 

“You cannot go back, darling, it’s not safe,” he tugs at the blanket, pulling it away from your body, “I cannot in good conscience let you return.” 

“But I—we can just let things mellow out, right? Colin will get over it--” 

“I told you,” he grabs your ankle, “do not utter his name at me.” 

He pulls you so you fall flat on your back. You throw your arms out and gasp as your head bounces onto the mattress. He separates your legs and perches between them. You lift yourself on your elbows, breathless, and stare at him. 

“I can’t stay forever--” 

“Did I ever say that?” He challenges, his blue eyes blazing up at you. 

“No, but--” 

“I understand things have escalated quickly, fawn, but we will figure it all out. I will be certain to clarify everything at the office, let them know it was simply not your doing,” his eyes cling to your face and narrow before slowly descending. 

He glides his hands up your legs, crawling closer on his knees. He slides his touch beneath the loose shirt and tickles your naked skin. He sends a chill through you that speckles hotly. He feels your body, running his hands up and your torso as you quiver. 

He slips his hands above the fabric as he kneels between your thighs. He unbuttons the shirt to your belly button, unveiling your chest and bending to dote on it. He cups one side as his mouth explores the other; nipping and nuzzle. You let out a pathetic noise as you cradle the back of his head. 

You arch your back as his warmth draws you in and chases away your doubts. His long fingers soothe you and his intensity overpowers you. As much as this man has you uncertain, you cannot resist him. It feels nice to be wanted even if it isn’t who you wanted. 

💔

Once more, you fall asleep in the afterglow of Jonathan’s attentions. How easily he can obfuscate your fears and doubts. How his touch can so easily distract you from the things that might keep you awake.  

The weight of his arm settles over you, holding you to him, his hard long body coiled around yours. He keeps a leg curled between yours as his hot breath seeps into your scalp. You’re content, you’re safe. 

Your sleep is only disturbed as he untangles himself carefully from you. You don’t rouse entirely, clinging to the pillow and dregs of fatigue. He tucks the blanket under your figure and the bed shifts with the absences of his weight. His scent lingers behind him. 

You sink back down and fall flat on your back, spreading out across the mattress. The late night lull settles over you, lulling you down as the distant drone of Jonathan’s lilted voice further coaxes you. You moan through your slumber and roll onto his side, longing for him to return. 

You blink and the blue digits of the clock have changed. Twenty minutes and he’s still not back. You shiver and flutter your eyelashes, rubbing your cheeks as you force yourself awake. You sit up dizzily, you can still hear him. 

You shimmy to the edge of the bed and stand. You hug yourself as a shiver washes over your naked flesh. The button-up is lost somewhere in the bedding. You put your feet down softly as you pad across the room, following his timbre as it come between sharper tones. 

You creep out into the hall, a bluish glow drawing you in. You follow the cool hardwood to the front room and hide in the dim as you squint. Jonathan has his phone in hand, the screen alight as his profile is limned in its shine. He watches it intently as you recognise the voice chirping from the speaker. 

“That’s so lovely, dear, hope we can see you soon,” his mother chimes. 

You waver on your feet. Oh, you shouldn’t listen. 

“Will she be coming?” His father’s gristly accent comes through. 

You pause before you can back up. Jonathan clicks his tongue, “yes, I think so.” 

“Jon,” his mother titters, “oh, that’s so exciting! That’s... big.” 

“Eh, yes, don’t think you ever let us meet one of the birds,” he father chides. 

“Father, she’s not... don’t call her that,” Jonathan rebukes. 

“I’m teasing, yeah?” The elder Pine chortles, “you’re gonna have to warn her about us. If that place has made you so soft, I shouldn’t want to scare the girl.” 

“Father,” Jonathan utters once more, “she’s... not... She’s perfect.” 

His mom squeals and giggles. You gulp and press yourself against the wall. What is he talking about? He’s talking about taking you somewhere. To his home? That’s a far way. Something he should probably ask you first. His mother is entirely correct; that’s big. His compliments cannot counteract the shock of his one-sided decision. 

You sidle along the hallway, careful not to place your feet too heavily. As you near the bedroom, your elbow hits the frame and the thump casts silence through the apartment. Shoot. 

You peer toward the front room and see Jonathan’s shadow closing in. He must have heard your misstep. You quickly flit into the room and ease into the bed. You pull the blankets over you and turn your back to the door. Your heart is racing. 

You sense him in the doorway, watching you. Silent. 

“Everything okay, son?” His father asks. 

“Yes, it’s... fine,” Jonathan answers, “I’ll let you go. Wouldn’t want to wake her.” 

“Oh yes, get some sleep,” his mother insists, “love ya.” 

“Night, son.” 

Jonathan crosses the room and you hear his phone meet the table on his side of the bed. The mattress dips as he climbs in and pulls the blanket over himself, nestling in close to you. He sighs and hums as he hugs you to him once more. 

You lay, frozen and silent, praying he can’t feel your pulse. 

“Did I wake you?” He whispers and kisses your crown. 

You force a groan from your throat and feign grogginess, “hmm, oh, no...” You wiggle into the mattress and yawn, putting your hand over his. 

“Back to sleep, darling,” he purrs as he nuzzles you.  

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If you had the choice, would you rather play with Jack or Luke? And why? — Gage W.

If I had to choose right now, I’d probably play with Jack since he’s in the NHL. Playing with Luke I’d be USHL U18 so don’t wanna go backwards. (laughs) But I believe Luke’s a really good player and he’ll get here one day so that’ll be a tough question at some point but right now it’d be Jack because he’s in the same league.

Do you think it’s easier to find chemistry with another defenceman versus a forward or does it not really matter?

It depends. Sometimes you just think the same way and that can be with a forward that you read off. A lot of the times I’m on the ice with Millsy or Petey and we kinda know what we’re all doing to a certain extent so that’s pretty easy. And then me and (Travis) Hamonic have gotten pretty used to each other, I think the last couple of games we’ve really been doing well.

I think regarding that question, me and Jack, we’ve played together and we’ve had good chemistry. I think that’s kinda because we play the same way with our reads and the way we think of the game is the same. I think that’s the same with Luke so it’d be pretty easy with both of them.

Compare yourself to Luke as a defenceman. Who wins in different aspects of the game? — Junginator J.

Luke’s a hell of a player and he’s gonna get drafted really high. I think Luke can be … a guy I really like for him is Miro Heiskanen or Shea Theodore. I think those are guys he likes to watch because as much as he is like me, he is bigger than me, he’s 6-foot-2, so I think he can be more like those guys. For Luke with having that range he can be what he is as an offensive guy and then also defensively be really solid and be hard on guys.

I think he’s kinda got the best of both worlds and I always tell him he better take advantage of his height. (laughs)

What does a typical night on the road look like this year? What occupies your time away from the rink? — Andrew P.

We haven’t been on the road in a while, I think this is our first trip in 30 days maybe. But yeah, it’s definitely different this year. If it was last year and I was in Ottawa, I’d be going over to Brady’s (Tkachuk), see (Josh) Norris and we’d have dinner and he’d take me out somewhere.

Right now I think it would just be a quiet night. We’d have our team dinner and then maybe hang out as a group for a bit in the team lounge and then probably just all go up and get a good sleep.

Has it been tougher than other years because of that?

Yeah, I think it has been. Everyone’s dealing with it but I think last year was probably more fun than this year just because (of) the team camaraderie and being able to go to these cities and go out, see things, go eat and those things, not just sit in your hotel room. But it is what it is, the whole league’s dealing with it. We’re happy to be playing and if this is what you gotta do then it is what it is.

What is your favourite thing about living in Vancouver so far? — Andrew U.

When I first went to Vancouver I had no idea about some of the nice beaches they had. Especially at the start of the season, I got the scooter so me, Petey and Brock usually take our scooters along the pier and we’ll chill on the beaches.

If you go right now is it raining there? But a week ago it was really nice and we could take our scooters and go for a nice ride.

I think that’s something that not a lot of people know about Vancouver is how nice the beaches are. I always say that there are crazy beaches here and people are surprised. I think that’s a really nice part of Van that I really enjoy.

We’ve come to know that last season Petey chirped you for driving a Toyota. Did he peer pressure you into getting an Audi this year and have you ever chirped him back about the Audi commercial he was in? — Paolo M.

Yeah, I mean I think he’s pretty sensitive with his commercial, I don’t know how much he liked that. (smirks) For me, it was all fun and games and I thought he did a good job.

He would chirp me about that Toyota but I love the Toyota. I thought it was great, it was a really nice car. I would have went back to it for this year but just went with the (Audi) RS7. I’m not a car guy so I’ll take a wagon to the rink if I have to, anything with four wheels. (laughs) But yeah, it’s a nice car and sometimes Petey used to give it to me, it’s all good.

Last year I was coming out of the parking garage and I was like wow, Quinn’s got a bright blue Toyota SUV. I didn’t think you’d go for the bright colour there.

Wasn’t very subtle, was it? I thought I was getting black actually and they showed up with blue. I didn’t wanna be a brat, I was happy for the car so that was fine. But yeah, the bright blue wasn’t very subtle. (laughs)

What was one thing you splashed out on when you got your first big league paycheque? — Will C.

I haven’t bought anything yet honestly. I know my brother bought a car and he needed one. I haven’t really needed one right because I’ve gotten some in Van. I dabble on clothes, I buy some nice stuff once in a while, I’ll buy some nice shoes. But as far as something really big like a car or anything like that, I haven’t done that.

What clothing do you like? I heard from guys there’s a Gucci tie you wore a lot as a rookie.

Yeah, the Gucci ties are nice. I like Kith, Kith is a really cool brand I like to get into. We’ll see, I usually follow my brother’s lead too he’s pretty dialled into clothing.

Petey called you a messy guy, what was Elias Pettersson like as a roommate last year? — Emily B.

Me and Petey are really tight so I loved it. We had a lot of fun together. We don’t have roommates this year in the hotels but I think me and him both miss each other and would want to roommate.

Him as a roommate, sometimes he would ask me like a million questions at night. I would just be on my phone trying to relax and chill and I wouldn’t respond because I was just zoned in on my phone. He would get so mad at me and then all of a sudden he wouldn’t talk to me for like a day, he’s like “Oh, how does it feel now” and that happened two or three times. So I had to be careful with that not to hurt his feelings and act like I’m ignoring him.

But yeah, we had a lot of fun, he’s one of my best friends so we had some good times too.

What would he ask you about?

You don’t wanna know. (laughs)

Are you actually as messy as he says or are his standards for cleanliness too high?

No, I think his standards are crazy high and I mean good for him he’s a really neat and orderly person. I also think we were just on these crazy long road trips like we had a 16-day one and we were sick of each other. We must have been in one of those fights and he just got pissed at me and said that. I gave him a lot of crap after that, though.

Which Tkachuk brother is more annoying to play against? — Rebecca T.

I don’t know. I know Brady rubbed me out a couple times (Monday) and he had two assists so that was annoying. He was really good (Monday) and Matthew the same thing.

I think it’s more fun to play against Brady because I’ve known him since we were 10 years old, he’s one of my best friends and I can’t take him seriously out there. And Matthew we’re really good friends too, but I’ve just known Brady for so long so I’d say Matthew is more annoying to play against.

Who tells the best jokes and/or chirps on the team? Also, who would be your dream defence partner in the league (other than Chris Tanev or Travis Hamonic)? — Owen C.

We have some funny guys. Millsy’s really funny. (Brandon) Sutter’s funny too. (Tanner) Pearson’s funny, he says some good stuff on the bench. (Jayce) Hawryluk never stops talking on the bench, it’s crazy. It’s pretty funny we love his energy. (Tyler) Myers is very timely he says some good things that are pretty funny.

We got a fun group and definitely on the bench sometimes when someone’s yelling at someone, especially the last couple games because you know Brady’s yelling at someone and someone’s yelling back so it’s been funny.

And regarding the D partner, I don’t know. I don’t put a lot of thought into it because it’s a what-if question, I think me and Hamonic are doing a really good job right now. Obviously, me and Chris were good last year. I think me and Ham are starting to figure things out and we’re playing pretty well to be honest.

What’s one life lesson that you’ve learned since turning professional? And what’s one piece of advice you would give to 14-year-old Quinn Hughes knowing what you know now? — Eric L.

That’s a tough question. I don’t know, I think part of being a pro is just eating well, sleeping well, doing the right things and I think sometimes my rookie year I’d come to a game and I’d be really tired because maybe I wasn’t hydrated or warming up the way I should have been or whatever it was.

I think I played 68 games last year, it’s way more than what I usually play. I think this year I’ve been learning as a pro, getting some good sleep, eating the right way, practising hard and doing all those things so you’re more ready for the game.

Regarding the 14-year-old thing, I’d tell myself to just enjoy the process. As a young kid sometimes, you’re so worried about where you’re going to be or where you’re going or what’s going on but (I’d tell myself) to just enjoy it.

I think I did that. I did that and enjoyed it but if I had to say to other kids, I would say enjoy the process, work hard and have fun with it. When you’re having fun you’re going to work hard and if you’re working hard you’re going to get better.

If you weren’t a hockey player, what else might you be doing? — Veronica X.

I don’t know, I love golf. I’d probably be golfing a lot. I’d be in school somewhere … I’d be a senior right now so I’d probably be getting my degree in the next couple of weeks. Maybe business or sport management? That’s what I was looking at at Michigan for two years.

Never really had to think about that because I love hockey and that’s what I realized I want to do at a young age but if hockey was not an option I guess I’d be doing another sport.

Back when you played in Michigan, someone saw you dipping your turkey sandwich in your cup of coffee. Can you share with us any other weird food habits that you have? Also, have you made any progress on your cooking skills this season? — Paolo M.

That’s so crazy, I don’t know where this comes from — like I don’t even drink coffee. (laughs) I’ve never really drank coffee in my life. I even hate turkey sandwiches, I’d go with the salami sandwich.

But yeah I don’t know I feel like I’m a normal guy. I just have my same things as everyone else. I’m a normal guy, nothing crazy.

My cooking’s gotten better, it’s had to with (the fact that) we’re not allowed to go to restaurants and stuff. I’ve had a lot of fun with it, especially at the start of the year me and Petey would switch off and I’d eat at his house one night and he’d eat at mine. It was almost like a competition of whose dinners are better so that was pretty fun.

It’s getting tiring now, I’ve been cooking for five months, I kinda just wanna go out and eat but yeah it’s been good.

What are some of your favourite things to make?

I’m really good at making steaks. I can make salmon as well but I think Petey’s gotten me on the chicken and he’s pretty good on the steaks too but I’m solid on them. I make good steak and he’ll tell you that too.

[crosbyism]

Okay, hear me out:

I’ve been thinking more about Sidney Crosby and his masculinization kink and the Sid/nate of it all. But I think there’s also a universe where Sid needs all the dicks and a large variety. And over 18 years in the league he’s been with quite the array of players. In my mind it goes something like this:

- gets to NHL, finds out someone, likely MAF is bi and that he isn’t the weirdo for liking men and being obsessed with cock. MAF ends up inviting him for a threesome with Vero, Sid is only focused on Marc and vero ends up just watching

- after a nasty game between the pens and flyers, Sid ends up going home with Giroux, who introduces him to daddy kink, but with G as the daddy. It gets Sid real riled up and horny, he realizes he wants to be the daddy for someone else

- queue a few younger players that already worship Sid that he introduces to the world of gay nhl players and daddy kinks, taking each boy to his lake house, slowly corrupting more and more of the league and getting a boy on each team. Note exactly corrupting though, it’s more about showing them that they can be their true selves in the league and that he, as daddy, is there for them in more ways than one.

- Nate happens. He becomes the ultimate corruption project. Nate is absurdly into it as well. Sid doesn’t want to be monogamous, Nate is at first upset until he realizes that he actually likes hearing about Sid’s exploits.

- we get to the 2015/16 draft classes and Sid really gets it going with Marner in particular, but also Draisaitl and Tkachuk.

- the USNDTP boys in 2019 almost break him. Especially Cole Caufield.

okay okay sorry sorry but the last two bullet points took me tf out. i have simply been in hrpf fandom for too long and know too much fandom history. bro i cannot imagine sidney crosby, who rode shea weber’s dick throughout the 2014 olympics, before cole caufield even hit puberty, being broken by those little twinks in any way, shape or form. tzegras didn’t even realise he was dating jamie drysdale before drysdale got traded, man, wdym “they almost break him”, those two guys didn’t even know they liked dick lmao

side note: the mentions of cole caufield and daddy kink reminded me that i have an unfinished pwp that’s cole caufield/shea weber where shea weber goes “come be a good boy and fill daddy up with your big cock” and there’s a bunch of size kink involved. if ur interested i can dig it up for u, seems like it might be up ur alley

HOWEVER i think you live in a beautiful world and i fully support you living your dreams of NHL daddy sidcroz fucking all your blorbos. frankly we do not have enough poly/open relationship sid who is like, allergic to monogamy. even though i think it works great for him! personally i’m not too big on the “all the blorbos are queer” trope, so that’s not necessarily my personal jam, and I tend to think about this more in terms of Sid figuring out his sexuality away from hockey. but i think you should go forth and write all your heart’s desires. have fun! i do think it’s both a hilarious and incredibly fun idea to have sid, as the mid-2010s hit, increasingly have a harem of rookies dying to fuck him. like, they all want him so bad and also know nothing about gay sex. i’m sure you could have loads of fun writing about sid inadvertently becoming a daddy and also a gay sex fairy godfather for NHLers. kind of like in Pass It On but more hands-on, raunchy and way less monogamous or vanilla. he uses the house in montana as a sex house. there’s a sex basement. why not.

i LOVE the concept of sid and nate, non-monogamous partners, dirty talking to each other about the sex they have with other people. there’s one or two fics like this out there already and i’m frankly obsessed with them. those guys are SO horny and they deserve to fuck so much.

i love a loving MAF/vero threesome (although i also love a delicious fraught fuckbuddy situationship with geno before geno met anna). tragically i think Giroux only got daddy vibes with his beard, which happened quite late, post-2015, so I would wager that IF sid got introduced to daddy kink by an NHLer it’d probably be more like. someone on the 2010s or 2014 olympic roster. these were unfortunately the years when claude giroux was greasy AF and was giving more “incel in the basement” than “daddy in the penthouse”(and also either banging danny briere or sad about not banging danny briere anymore. although hm claude being a daddy for danny briere? compelling actually).

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TERRORISTS - ARMY - MERCENARIES

SHOT - FORMER - HAITI - MALE - PRESIDENT

AND - THE - LOVE - OF - HIS - LIFE - FR - YES

COLLEGE - HIS - FIRST - LADY - SHOT ONCE

AFTER - HIS - JUNE - BIRTHDAY - FLORIDA

NATURALIZED - COLUMBIANS - 2 - VIOLENT

MALES - THEIR - SPANISH - INTERPRETERS

FORMER - PRESIDENT - COULDN’T - TRULY

UNDERSTAND - ANY - OF THEIR LANGUAGE

THEY - CAME - 2 - ARREST - HIM - AS - NEW

RECRUITS - BUT - HAITI - LANGUAGE - YES

REQUIRED - 2 - ARREST - ANYONE

DIDN’T - UNDERSTAND - THEIR FLORIDA

COLUMBIAN - SPANISH - OR - REGULAR

SPANISH - THEY - SHOT - HIM - 2 DEATH

12 TIMES - INCLUDING - HIS - HEAD YES

POINT - BLANK - HIS - FOREHEAD IN THE

MIDDLE - SAID - ‘HAPPY - BIRTHDAY’

‘FELIZ - CUMPLEANOS’

THEY - WERE - THERE - 3 MONTHS - B 4

INCLUDING - HIS - JUNE - BIRTHDAY

THEN - RANSACKED - DESTROYED HIS

OFFICE - WENT - 2 - BEDROOM - HIS

DAUGHTER - HID - WITH - HER BRO

BOTH - HID - WELL

SERVANTS - OF - HOUSE - WERE - NOT

HARMED - FR - THE - PEOPLE - OF FLORIDA

AND - COLUMBIA - WORLD - COFFEE - TRUE

DISTRIBUTORS

WENT - NEXT - 2 - HIS - HEART’s - LOVE WHO

HE - MARRIED - THEY - WERE - INSULTED 

HOW - DARE - HE - MARRY - SHOULD YES

HAVE - BEEN - HIS - MISTRESS - PRODUCE

ILLEGITIMATE - CHILDREN

CATHOLICS - ARE - TORN - WHAM - BAM

THANK YOU - MAM - OR - MARRY - TRUE

RESENT - VIRGIN - CATHOLIC - PRIESTS

CAN’T - TOUCH - THEM - THEY - DRINK

WINE - NOT - COFFEE - DAILY - TRUTH

ENTERED - BEDROOM - SHOT - MRS FORMER

HAITI - PRESIDENT - AND - WHILE - SHE - YES

WATCHED - RANSACKED - BEDROOM

BIBLE - ‘A - THIEF - COMES - NOT - BUT - FOR

2 - STEAL - KILL - AND - 2 - DESTROY’

LOUD - 12 GUNSHOTS - HEARD - BY - KIDS

LOUD - 1 GUNSHOT - HEARD - THEY KNEW

MOM - WAS - SHOT

RUSSIAN - HISTORY

CZAR - AND - HIS - KIDS - HIS - CHILDREN

WERE - PUNISHED - 4 - BEING - CHILDREN

BAYONET - TOP - DEEP - COMBAT - KNIVES

ENTERED - EACH - KID - THEN - SHOT MANY

TIMES - AS - RUSSIA - AND - THE - WORLD

PERSECUTED - 1 GIRL - SURVIVOR

CALLED - HER - THIEF - OF - FABERGE

EGGS - DIAMONDS - SAPPHIRE - AND

RUBBIES

THUS - REPUBLIC - OF - SOUTH KOREA

HEAR - ME - CLEAR - BEAUTIFUL - GIRLS

NO - ONE - READS - TUMBLR - WORLD

FAMOES - 4 - WORLD’s - MOST - BEAUTIFUL

GIFs - I’M - HERE - 2 - REMOVE - MY SANITY

I - DO - HAVE - A - SECRET - WHEY - I - WAS

QUALIFIED - CERTAIN - PLACES - YES FOR

THE - MENTALLY - ILL

MY - SECRET - 2 - FACES - PER - COIN

I’M - BORN - AGAIN - DEAD - SPIRIT CAME

2 - LIFE - THE - LIVING - DEAD - AS - CHILD

FR - DEATH - 2 - LIFE - OUR - SPIRITS YES

COME - 2 - LIFE - 2 B - ‘STRONG - IN - THE

LORD - GOD - AND - THE - POWER - OF HIS

MIGHT’ - SHEA WHITNEY - INSPITE - OF OUR

WARNINGS - WENT - 4 - HER - ORAL SURGEON

AT - YOUTUBE - TOLD - HER - THAT - HOLISTIC

HEALING - NOT - RECOMMENDED - 4 - TEETH

SHE - DIDN’T - LISTEN - 2 - HIM - HOW - MANY

SUCCESSES - WITH - TEMPORARY - TEETH

DIDN’T - LISTEN - 2 - ME - PARIS - FRANCE 

OVER 2,000 YEARS - ‘WEALTH - DESTROYS

STUPIDS’ - THOUGHT - WHO - SHE - HAS A

WOMAN - NON-VIRGIN - AND - HER OTHERS

HOLISTIC - SMUCKS - DIDN’T - LISTEN - SO

NOW - SHE - CAN’T - TALK

SHARED - TOKYO - JAPAN - 25 MILLION

YEARS - USA - JUST - 246 YEARS THUS

MEDICALLY - U - GO - 2 - WHERE - THEY

ARE - EXPERTS - PARIS - FR OR TOKYO

DIDN’T - LISTEN - NOW - CAN’T - TALK

I - DELETED - THAT - NOTIFICATION

BIBLE - ‘WEALTH - DESTROYS - A - FOOL’

DODIE OSTEEN - ‘HEALED - OF - LIVER

CANCER - IN - 1981′ - SOLUTION - SAID

OUT LOUD - OVER - 70 BIBLE - VERSE

YOUTUBE - HIGHLITED - HUB . COM

I - TYPED - BIBLE HUB . COM - THEY

REFUSED - 2 - HAVE - ME - EDIT - 2

THEIR - PROBLEM

COMING - GBC - MUSIC - AUDIO - VIDEOS

DIGITAL - APPROVAL - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS - 2

LONGER - MORE - MONEY - VIDEOS

SHORT - VIDEOS - $500 BILLION - TAX PAID

ITZY - AESPA - NCT 127 - NCT - DREAM BTS

500 BILLION - WON - TAX - PAID - VIDEO YES

UPLOADED - COMING - TOP - NOTCH

ALL - COUNTRIES - YOUR - OWN - MUSIC

YOUR - OWN - AUDIO - TV DRAMAS FILMS

REQUIREMENT - 4 - FREE - ALWAYS - ON

TONGUES - 2 - ENTER

EVERY - COUNTRY - THEIR - LAWS - OBSERVED

EVERY - NATION - THEIR - LAWS - OBEYED - YES

MUSLIM - COUNTRIES - SOBER - & -  NO - NUDITY

NO - NUDITY - NO - NUDITY

ALL - AGES - ALL - AGES - 2

NO - MORE - ‘BLOCKED’ - ALL - OVER THE WORLD

FR - YOUTUBE - OVER - $70 BILLION - VERY CRUEL

8TH - ‘CRUEL - AND - UNUSUAL - PUNISHMENT

INFLICTED’ - $750,000 - MONETORY - FINE AND

OR - STATE - PRISON - YOUTUBE - EMPLOYEES

PROGRAMMERS - HAD - EOUGH - OF - THEM - 2

GBC - MUSIC - AUDIO - FILMS - TV - SHOWS

FREE - APP - 3D - 2D - STATE - OF THE ART

WORLD - WORLD - EACH - COUNTRY

FRANCE - ‘2 EACH - OUR - OWN’

EXTREME - VIOLENCE - OUT - AND - ALL - BLOOD

REMOVED - AUTOMATICALLY - AS - ALL - WILL YES

INITIAL - THAT - IT’s - TRUE

GBC - MUSIC - VIDEOS - CHILD - SAFE - CHILD SAFE

NEW - LAWS - OF - REPUBLIC - OF - SOUTH - KOREA

CHINESE - RED - PASSPORTS - LIKE - 2 - MARRY - AS

WE - PUT - NEW - SEAL - OF - KOREA - INSTEAD

WE - CONTROL - YOUR - CLOTHES

HDG - BANKS

MAKE UP - REQUIRED - 4 - MALES - AND - GIRLS

NO - HUMAN - CONTACT - DIGITAL TECHNOLOGY

WILL - B - LIKE - PHOTO - BOOTHS - LOVE - THEM

OF - SEOUL - KOREA

HDG - (’HAPPY - DOING - GOOD’) - WEDDING

LOCATIONS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS - NEW - LAWS

AGE 19 - AND - OLDER

SINGLES

TONGUES - 2 - ENTER

WEDDINGS - FREE - 24/7 - WEDDINGS - FREE

GBC - TV - STUDIOS - COMING - FREE - 24/7

ITZY - AESPA - OFFICIAL - AMBASSADORS

IU - SE EUN KIM - OFFICIAL - AMBASSADORS

LEE JOON GI - JI CHANG WOOK - OFFICIAL

AMBASSADORS - NCT 127 - NCT - DREAM

OFFICIAL - AMBASSADORS

TV - COMMERCIALS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS

THEY’RE - PAID - 900 BILION - WON - X 2 

TAX - PAID - PER - HOUR

FREE - DIVORCE - FREE - DIVORCE FREE

DIVORCE

SAME - RED - COLOR - SAME - RED COLOR

2 - DIVORCE - APP - 2 CHECK - CURRENT

STATUS - KARINA - GISELLE - TV - ADS

WAVE - ABOVE - APP - 2ND - FINGER 2

WILL - SHOW - BEAUTIFUL - PHOTO

‘CURRENTLY - MARRIED’

NICKNAMES - ACCEPTED

DIVORCE - RED - PASSPORT - LIKE

ONLY - 1 SIGNATURE - NEEDED - 2 DIVORCE

REASON - PRIVATELY - SEALED - SOUTH KR

BOOTHS - AT - LOTTE’s - SHOPING - MALLS

LOTTE’s - DEPARTMENT - STORES - MALLS

RED - PASSPORT - 4 - DIVORCE - FREE

PHOTO - BOOTHS - ALSO - PHOTO YES

BOOTHS - BOTH - FREE - FREE - FREE

SCAN - YOUR - MARRIAGE - CHINESE

RED - PASSPORT - OR - 2ND - FINGER

BOTH - HANDS - REGISTERED

OR - ENTER - FIRST - LAST - NAME BY

TYPING - OR - VOICE - COMMANDS

CLICK - DIVORCE - THE - MARRIAGE

OR - VOICE - COMMAND

ENTER - SIGNATURE - OR - TYPE

LAST - NAME

RED - PASSPORT - LIKE - COMES

OUT - 2 - OF - THEM - U - CAN YES

HAND - IT - OVER - 2 - STUPID HAI

OR - KEEP - AS - SOUVENIR

FREE - DUPLICATES - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS

DIVORCE - JUST - 1 SIGNATURE - YES

RECEIVE - 500 BILLION WON - TAX

PAID - X 2 - ‘FOR - YOUR - SHAME’

UNLIKE - CHINA - WHERE - HIS - SIGNATURE

REQUIRED - THEY - NEVER - SHOW - UP TOO

BECAUSE - MALES - DON’T - LIKE WEDDINGS

THEY - DON’T - PAY - 4 - IT

BUT - PRESENT - WITH - LOVEMAKING

PUTTING - BODY - PART - 4 - THEIR - URINE

INSIDE - VAGINAL - AREA - OR - BUTTHOLE

SO - NO - NEED - 4 - BIRTH - CONTROL

BEYOND - CERVIX - CANCER

BUTTHOLE - CANCER - DEADLY - AND

BLEEDS - DEATH - IS - VERY PAINFUL

MALES - WILL - NEVER - B - INTO YES

WEDDINGS - THAT - MAKE - A - FEMALE

EXTREMELY - BEAUTIFUL - HER - TRUE

DRESS - UP - DAY - SHE’s - SO - HOT IN

BEAUTY - NO - ONE - CAN - MANY TIMES

CHALLENGE - THE - RADIANCE - OF THE

MOST - BEAUTIFUL - BRIDES - AND EVIL

MEN - RESET - THAT - BEAUTIFUL - YES

SO - GBC - TV

ME - NEW - FACE - AND - BODY - THERE

CHINESE - RED - PASSPORTS - 4 - YES

OFFICIAL - WEDDINGS - PHOTO TAKEN

AND - DIVORCE - FREE - JUST 1 SIGNED

OFFICIAL - AMBASSADOR

AGE 19 - AND - OLDER

ME - CAILEY BAILEY

COMMERCIALS - EITHER

NCT DREAM - JENO - 6 FT - OR - NCT 127

OSAKA - YUTA - 5′9 FT - MY - NEW HEIGHT

MARRYING - EITHER - ONE - JUST - FOR

TV - ADS - NO - KISSING - NO - KISSING

CHINA - RED - PASSPORT - 4 - MARRIAGE

SOMEONE - THERE - HOW - GOOD - THEY

LOOK - WITH - COLOR - PHOTOS

THE - SEAL - GIVEN - WHEN - SEALED - IS

PLACED - OFFICIALLY - WED - IN - CHINA

NO - KISSING - NO - KISSING - NO - KISS

LOVE - LOVE - LOVE - LOVE - CHINA YES

NOW - UP - 2 - COUPLE - A - FORMAL HAI

WEDDING - RECEPTION

BEIRUT - LEBANON - WEDDINGS

ROYAL - QATAR - WEDDING - IS - BEIRUT

WEDDINGS - FR - SCRATCH - NOT PARK

AFTER - LOVE - BEIRUT - LEBANON

HDG - WEDDINGS - BUILDINGS - WE

SUPPLY - THE - BEIRUT - LEBANON

LOCATIONS - BUT - TONGUES - TO

ENTER - LOTS - OF - GBC - TV ADS

AGE 19 - AND - OLDER

DIFFERENCE

WE - WILL - GIVE - U - BEST - CHINESE

LOVE - COMPATIBILITY - TESTS - %%%

DO - U - WANT - 2 - PROCEED

WE - WILL - INCLUDE - CHINESE YEAR

ME - YEAR - OF - THE - WOOD DRAGON

JENO - 6 FT - NCT DREAM - IS - LIKE MY

PAW PAW - BRUCE LEE - HIS - LAST YES

NAME - IS - LEE - AND - HE - LIKE MY PAW

IS - A - METAL - DRAGON

OUR - RELATIONSHIP - 80% - SUCCESS

WE - WILL - FIGHT - NO - MATTER WHAT

WE - ARE - EXTREMELY - ALIKE - PURPOSE

DRIVEN - WE - GO - 4 - OBTAINING - OUR KR

DREAMS - BOTH - ORGANIZED - TALENTED

2 - LEADERS - NOT - FOLLOWERS - AT - ALL

SO - ALIKE - WE - WILL - FIGHT

BOTH - WILLFUL & STUBBORN

BUT - IF - WORKS - MOST - PASSIONATE

AND - LOVING - COUPLE - WATCH - OUT

ALWAYS - PASSIONATE THROUGH THE YEARS

ALWAYS - LOVING - CARING - NORTURING AND

WE’RE - BOTH - FUNNY - WILL - LAUGH - A - LOT

BAEKHYUN - CHINESE - YEAR OF - MONKEY

A - FOLLOWER - ME - DRAGON - A - LEADER 

CHEMISTRY - 90% - WILL - NEVER - NEVER

EVER - FIGHT - PUPPY - FOLLOWER - THE

BEAUTIFUL - BAEHYUN - SINGS - LIKE THE

ANGELS - OF - THE - MOST - HIGH - GOD 2

PARK BO GUM - 90% - ALSO - ADORES ME

DRAGON - WE - WILL - NEVER - FIGHT YES

SPOILS - ADORES - LOVES - ONLY - ME

BOTH - PREDICTABLE - HEAVEN - ON 

EARTH - MONKEY - AND - ROOSTERS

JENO - 6 FT - METAL - DRAGON

CAILEY BAILEY - ME - WOOD DRAGON

DAILY - ELEMENT - OF - SURPRISE

WITH - PASSION - AND - EXTREME

PASSIONATE - LOVING ONLY - ME

ALWAYS - A - SURPRISE - THOUGH

WE - FINISH - EACH - OTHER’s - SENTENCES

WE - WILL - FIGHT - ALWAYS - NO - MATTER

WHAT - AS - WE - FINISH - OUR - COURSE IN

LIFE - BOTH - LIVING - LONG - ON - THIS 

EARTH - PURSUING - OUR - DREAMS - 2

GLORIA COPELAND - PAPERBACK - TEXAS

ME - AND - JENO - ‘LIVE - LONG AND FINISH

STRONG’ - WE - WILL - LIVE - THAT - BOOK

SO - WHO - 2 - MARRY - I’M - NOT - WORRIED

ALL - WILL - HAVE - THEIR - CHINESE YEARS

ALL - GET - THEIR - CHINESE - LOVE 

COMPATIBILITY - TEST - %%% - FREE

NOW - THEY - DECIDE - INSIDE - OUR

24/7 - BEIRUT - LEBANON - WEDDINGS

BUILDING - SHOULD - THEY - OR - SHOULD

THEY - NOT - MARRY - THE - PHOTOS - GET

DIGITAL - ASSESSMENT - THEN - THE - NEW

SEAL - OF - LEGALLY - WED - APPROVED

NEW - LAWS - OF - SOUTH - KOREA - KR

AGE 19 - AND - OLDER - WEDDINGS

2 YRS - MILITARY - SERVICE

MOMMY - CAN - REST TRUE - AFTER

PREGNANCIES

HDG - BABY - MILITARY - SCHOOLS - 2 REST

SLEEPY - MOM - OVER - 12 HRS - OVER - 16

HOURS - DAILY - AS - U - GIVE - US - YOUR

BABY - SO - U - CAN - SLEEP - DEEPER AND

STRONGER - WHEN - U - WAKE UP - FREE 

APP - 2 - SEE - YOUR - SLEEPING - EATING

BABY - BABY - MILITARY - SCHOOLS - YOU

CAN - TAKE - OUT - ANY - TIME - CONTINUE

LEAVE - THERE - FINISH - THE - SCHOOLS

IN - AND - OUT - THE - PRESENCE - OF YOUR

BABY - WITH - RECORDS

LIST - WHO - CAN - PICK - BABY - UP - WE

WILL - FINGERPRINT - THIS - PERSON (s)

INTERNATIONAL - SPY - SCHOOLS - FULLY

UNIFORMED - NEVER - COED - EVER - YES

ALL - SUPPLIES - FREE - INTERNATIONAL

AND - KOREAN - BUFFETS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS

FRANCE - MINE - SECRET - INTERNATIONAL

SPY - CAMPS - SPY - SCHOOLS

SEOUL - OTHERS - INTERNATIONAL - SPY

SCHOOLS - ALL - AGES - FREE - NO SMOKING

NEVER - COED - BUT - NEAR - EACH - OTHER

ELEMENTARY

HIGH SCHOOL

COLLEGE

SPY - CAMPS

ALL - FREE

INTERNATIONAL - SPY - SCHOOLS

WE - WILL - GIVE - MILITARY - TRAINING 2 YRS

FAKE - MILITARY - WEAPONS - BUT - CORRECT

WEIGHT - JAPAN - AIKIDO - CHINA - CREATOR

WUSHU - KICKS - DEADLY - BOXING - & KICKS

CARDIO - BOXING - AND - CARDIO - KICKBOXING

GIRLS - WILL - RECEIVE - SAME - TRAINING - TOO

CERTIFICATES - GIVEN - 2 U - 2 - MAIL - THIS

WE - WILL - ALSO - GIVE - 2 - REPLACE - THE

MARRIAGE - AGE - 2 YRS - MILITARY - SERVICE

DESTROYING - YOUR - MARRIAGES

CAN’T - SEE - YOUR - BABIES - ALSO

DESTROYING - YOUR - SKIN - AND - BODIES

DESTROYING - YOUR - FACES - AND - HAIRS

VEINS - SHOWING - FACES - LEGS - FEET - 2

WE - WILL - OFFER - THE - BEST - FAKE

MILITARY - WEAPONS - THIS - WORLD - HAS

FRANCE - SABER - CURVY - SWORDS

WE - OFFER - BLU RAY - AND - DVDs

AS - SOUVENIRS - 2 - CONTINUE - 2 - TRAIN

THE - BOYS - OF - REPUBLIC - OF - KOREA

GIRLS - WILL - HAVE - MARTIAL - ARTS AND

FAKE - WEAPONS - TRAINING - ALSO - THUS

AN - EQUAL - PARTNER - FRIEND NEIGHBOR

NOT - ALWAYS - ‘A - DAMSEL - IN - DISTRESS’

ALL - FREE - FREE - UNIFORMS - SUPPLIES

FREE - SPORTS - CLOTHES - FREE TRAIN’G

CLOTHES - GOING - BACK - 2 - WEDDINGS

SELECTION

ANCIENT - CHINA - WEDDING - CLOTHES

REAL - JEWELS - ON - HAIR - JEWELS ON

NECK - WEARING - REAL - JEWELS - FOR

HDG - WEDDINGS - BUILDING - 24/7 - YES

BEIRUT - LEBANON - WEDDINGS

LOCATION - BEAUTIFUL - INSIDE

MAKE UP - REQUIRED - 4 - BOTH

MALE - AND - FEMALE - MOST - BEAUTIFUL

CHINESE - CLOTHING - WEDDING ATTIRES

CHINESE - RED - PASSPORT - LIKE - 4 TWO

EACH - GETS - DIGITAL - APPROVAL - THAT

THEY - ARE - OFFICIALLY - WED 

FOR - THOSE - GOING - 2 - KOREAN - YES

CUSTOMES - GOREO - JOSEON - TODAY 2

JEWELRY - ON - HAIR - HUGE - FANS - FOR

MALES - BUT - THIS - TIME - U - WILL HAVE

2 - PASSPORTS - EACH - THEN - SO - YOU

WILL - HAVE - CHINESE - CLOTHING

OTHER - KOREAN - CLOTHING YOU

WILL - HAVE - BOTH - KOREAN GIRLS

PURPOSE - DO - THE - 2 - LOOK - GREAT

IN - COLOR - PHOTOS - THE - GOAL - OF

THE - CHINESE - RED - LIKE PASSPORTS

DOES - THE - PHOTO - SAY - BOTH - OF

YOU - LOOK - GOOD - TOGETHER - AS

U - AWAIT - DIGITAL - APPROVAL - THEN

THE - NEW - SEAL - OF - REPUBLIC - OF

KOREA - AGE 19 AND OLDER - U - ARE

OFFICIALLY - WED - IN - SEOUL - OTHER

CITIES - MAKATI - VILLAGES - DOCTORS

ICU - NURSES - NURSES - SURGEONS 

OF - PHILIPPINE - ISLANDS - OTHERS 2

FOREIGNERS - IN - SEOUL - KOREA - 2

KIEUN CHOI - AMERICAN - BY - BIRTH

AGE 19 AND OLDER

TONGUES - 2 - ENTER

U - CAN - BE - LEGALLY - WED ALSO

IN - SEOUL - SOUTH - KOREA - JOIN

THE - PEOPLE - OF - KOREA - IN THE

NEW - WEDDING - LAWS - OF KOREA

COMING - 2 - SOUTH - KOREA - YES A

REPUBLIC - AGE 19 - AND - OLDER

NEW - WEDDING - LAWS - COMING

HAPPY - HOLIDAYS - SOUTH KOREA

SEASON’s - GREETINGS

ADVANCED - MERRY - CHRISTMAS

ADVANCED - HAPPY - CHRISTMAS - EVE

ADVANCED - HAPPY - CHRISTMAS - YES

MORNING - GIRLS - OF - SOUTH KOREA

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

I no longer do taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

[kookieswan]

hello :3 may i request where the reader is heavily pregnant and asking yoongi to help her put the lotion on her belly just because she want to ? hshshshs. u can make it nsfw if u want thank youu ☺️☺️

You absolutely may! I went with fluffy and a little suggestive, not fully nsfw. I hope you enjoy it ✨🌸

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You wake slowly, eyes cracking open to take on the dim light of the room. Next to you is your husband, his eyes trained on you with a gentle smile on his face. Letting out a small giggle, you raise your hand up to poke his cheek.

“What’re you staring at silly?” Yoongi continues to smile before grabbing your finger and giving it a small kiss. He sits up further, allowing for his other hand to trail up to your stomach. You feel content, laying in bed with him all warm and cozy.

“Just my beautiful wife…” he trails off, rubbing his hand of your stomach in small circles. You him quietly, loving the feel of his warm hand agains your stomach. An idea suddenly pops into your head and you look back at him.

“Wanna help your beautiful wife put some lotion on?” He nods immediately, climbing out of the bed to head to the bathroom. You gaze at him from your own spot, enjoying he view of his shapely naked ass as he walks out of the room.

He’s been so good to you, helping with everything and being there when you need him. You had never thought Yoongi would be super psyched out to have children but he seems rather excited. He’s always feeling your stomach, eyes going wide as he feels tiny kicks agains his large hands.

He’s back as quickly as he leaves, holding the Shea butter lotion you love in his hands. Not only does it help with your newly acquired stretch marks, but it also smells amazing. Yoongi settles next to you on the bed and pulls the warm covers from your body, watching like a hawk as your soft skin is exposed inch by inch.

He doesn’t try to hide his wandering eyes as they roam over your body. He’s mentioned once or twice how beautiful you look, and you can’t help but be happy that he actually enjoys your round stomach and swollen breasts. Opening the cap of the bottle, he generously squeezes some onto his hand before placing it on your stomach.

“Ah, thank you baby. Feels good.” He hums at your words, slowly circling his hands around your belly. It feels so good, having been pregnant for 8 months now had taken a toll on you. Carrying the weight of another human is demanding, so any sort of relaxation is great, especially if it’s from your beautiful husband.

You gingerly bring your hand up to Yoongis to place it over the top of his long fingers. You see a smirk come to his face while his other hand runs up your body, sliding up your sides smoothly. You hum a little at the contact since your body’s sensitivity had heightened in the past months.

“I can think of other ways to make you feel good…” he says this as he leans forward to kiss your stomach, dragging both hands along your sides. It makes you giggle, but you nod your head nonetheless.

“Please do.”

[livelovesimallways]

“...The Best Part…” ♫ 

(Previous)

If you looked into my life a few years ago, you would find a woman that was broken, desperate, and unsure if things would get any better. My husband left, my career was non-existent, and I was still mourning the miscarriage of my twins. Everything that breathed life into me was gone and I had no clue if I would ever get any parts back. Fast forward to the present, and you’ll see that, “better” came along with so much more. In a little over two weeks, Moses and I will be married and have moved into our “Forever Home”. Although this journey wasn’t the smoothest or fairytale-like, we made it here and I feel extremely blessed. Right now I’m organizing, cataloging, and packing up the last room of the house. After this is finished, we’ll begin the moving process and will be done just in time for our wedding. Damn...I just realized how surreal this is.           

A few minutes later.....

“Ay Bay Bay, A Bay Bay....U still up here?” Moses excitedly said, walking up to the entrance. 

“Yeah!” I said, shouting back. “...Seems like you’re in a good mood.” *smirking*

“That’s cause I am. Just saw all your hair products out and realized it’s wash day.” He said, caressing my hair, ending with a soft tug. 

“You know what?...Go have a seat.” *both laughing*

“So umm, I’m seeing that your progress is going well.” *sarcastically*

“Listen I’m getting there. It’s hard work taking pictures and organizing everything so nothing is unaccounted for.”

“Oh trust me, I get it, but isn’t that why you have an assistant? Shea and her crew had mine packed in two days.”

“I know, I know...” I said, walking towards him. “I just like to...”

"....Do everything yourself?” 

“Yes.” *sighs* “I guess I can call Reign in the morning. I do need help.”

“Good. You gotta relax baby.” He said, pulling me on his lap. “All this stress ain’t healthy. This, plus the wedding. You need a reprieve.” *rubs the small of my back*

“You are trying so hard.” *laughing* “You gon leave my hair alone, nasty.”

“You’ll give in, watch.” *smiling*

“Anyway...Since you brought up our wedding, Did you speak to your Uncle about performing yet?”

“You know, I’m still a little offended about that. I done wrote songs about you and he’s being asked?” *smirking* “Shit...” *starts singing* 

“It’s the sunrise..And those brown eyes yes...You’re the one that I desire... When we wake up...And then we make love...It makes me feel so nice. 

You’re my water when I’m stuck in the desert...You’re the Tylenol I take when my head hurts...You’re the sunshine of my life. 

I just wanna see how beautiful you are. You know that I see it, I know you’re a star. Where you go I follow no matter how far. If life was a movie then your the best part...”

“See...” I said, grinning and biting my lip. “This is exactly why you can’t sing during the reception. Imma be ready to go after that.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” *smiling*

“Like I said, that’s a bad idea. Plus I can’t have any ladies swooning over you. That’s my job.”

“That it is...” He said, giving me his lips.

“So what did he say?”

“You know damn well that man was souped as hell. Especially since it came from you. He was already texting the band we work with and shit. He’s gonna be extra.” *both laughing*

“Thanks, babe. Everyone’s gonna love it.”

“Yeah, I forgot that everybody our age grew up on a lot of his music. They do call him one of the kings of R&B right?”

“Yup, every time that topic comes up.”

After that, I looked at him and smiled. This man is making dreams come true for this wedding. If all he wants is to be able to gently pull on my hair tonight?...Shit, Imma let that happen. I can’t wait for him to be my husband and I know he feels the same. Humph, in two weeks...Two fuckin weeks.

As I caressed his face and kissed him some more, I let him know that he could do whatever he wanted tonight. All he did was smile, grab some ass, kiss me again, and said “...Bet”.   

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[smutsonian]

Ma'am I had this idea. Outrageous but I did😂😂. Dark! Colin Shea. Can u imagine. Him acting all friendly but his intentions r not so good. So I can't sleep now. Yay😂😂

Heyy! So another movie I haven’t seen 🤭 But it’s basically like a Neighbor AU situation, right?

I’m going to try something, I guess 😂

safe hands

colin shea x reader

warnings: smut! dark fic! noncon! drunk reader, innocent reader, stalking, obsession, loss of virginity, dark!colin, not proofread  

wc: 1606

a/n: not me writing for characters i dont even know... @jack-skellingtons-stuff hope ur sleepin well now sdkskskkd

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So Colin...

Probably a boy next door

Like literally. You just moved and he’s your next-door neighbor.

So, imagine you... A young pretty little thing that’s fresh out of college and is looking for a job but you’re just this awkward little ball of sunshine that keeps messing everything up.

You never even go out of your apartment unless it’s for an interview, even then, you so dread those stuff.

“You’re a freaking adult now! Why can’t you just act normal and do adult... stuff?!” You would chide yourself in front of a mirror, groaning in desperation at your lack of... experience? Like workwise.

Hey, there are people working from home. Maybe you can do that?

And you did. And you actually found one which is great for your adulthood but not great for you because you never go out of your apartment anymore. At all.

That’s when Colin comes in.

He was there when you moved in, expecting you to greet him like every girl who sees him. He really gets em easily. I mean... look at him.

So he watched you as you brought boxes in which there was not much. There were like 3 boxes, maybe 5 but not more. He watched you with amusement as you were too busy grunting at the boxes, missing his nude form by his door, only a small towel to cover himself.

He takes a bite of his apple, obnoxiously chewing to catch your reaction but he was met with a slam of your door.

Since then, he has become fond of you.

He’d watch you as you went in and out of your apartment in those cute little skirts and wonderful blouses and every time, it’s a sight for him.

He eventually found out that you’re going to job interviews and he found himself following you and witnessing some of those awkward interviews and he finds himself growing more fond of you. Even got himself thinking that he might actually like you... Is that even possible? He’s Colin Shea. He doesn’t settle down.

But for you, he might.

He saw how you would block everything out and he listened to your late-night talks with yourself and he can’t help but think about how adorable you are. How helpless you are. Something ignited in him and all he wants to do now is be there for you. Protect you. Take care of you.

Imagine his reaction when you’re no longer getting out of your apartment.

So he finally decides to meet you. Or for you to meet him. He knows so much about you already but he won’t say that to you.

A knock forces you away from your laptop. You open the door to find a man staring down at you with a friendly smile.

“Umm, hi? D-did I, Was I making any noise or something?” Your stuttering would make Colin’s heart leap out of his chest and the way you're dressed down with shorts and a huge sweater only made his heart swell even more.

“Uh hi! I’m Colin! I’m your neighbor! I uh... Was going to ask a favor, if that’s alright?” He smiles shyly at you.

“Um, yeah! What’s up?” You smile awkwardly, silently praying for him to leave already. Not that he was annoying. You were just not used to this... And besides, you’re doing work.

“I locked myself out of my apartment and I tried talking to the office but I guess they’re already out. I mean it’s pretty late.” He looks down at his wristwatch before looking at you with a hopeful smile making your heart beat faster. Not because of his boyish cute smile but because the idea of a stranger being with you just doesn’t sit right.

But it would be more awkward to deny him now, would it?

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t here. I promise. Just need somewhere to spend the night. I mean I can sleep by my door but that would be--” 

“Y-yeah, I guess you can stay for a while.” You give him a small smile which Colin found extremely adorable which then made him grin. A grin that soon fell when he took a look around your apartment.

He watches as you make your way back to your laptop, quickly getting back into your zone. His heart falls at the sight. Is that what you’ve been doing the whole day?

“Have you eaten?” He finds himself asking, not being able to resist.

He watches your face contort into confusion and he would’ve awed at the sight but your reply made him somewhat angry.

“I guess not... Did you want anything?” You pull yourself away from your laptop once more and Colin didn’t know if he liked the idea of you preparing his food but nothing for yourself. 

What a sweet girl...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order take-out!” Colin cheered before pulling out his phone, wiggling his eyebrows at your shocked expression.

That’s how you find yourself eating pizza while watching some show on the telly.

Then those nights became a thing.

Colin would often visit you, making sure that you eat and take a break from work because he said that you tend to overwork yourself.

“You’re not my mom!” You’d playfully slap his chest.

“Well, I might as well be!” He’ll take your wrist before dragging you towards your bed and forcing you to watch another batch of comedy shows.

He’d be laughing at the show so much that you find yourself laughing as well. 

You would no longer feel so stressed.

But then things went badly. 

The company you were working for decided to let some employees go and unfortunately, those who work from home weren’t as important as those who work in the office.

You cried in Colin’s arms that night.

Colin did feel sorry for you. But maybe it’s for the best. Even the universe thinks you shouldn’t be working like that. He’s there to take care of you. You would no longer have to stress yourself out to live.

He’ll make sure to take good care of you.

Then the drinks came up.

One bottle of beer. Then two. Then three.

Honestly, you lost count.

Colin didn’t. He didn’t drink any.

He’d watch you with a smile as you’re sad and brooding aura turned into a giggly one.

“I’m sleepy...” You would mutter, head falling down Colin’s shoulder and he would embrace you happily, stroking the side of your face gently.

He’ll smile at the way you would squeal when he carries you to your bed.

“You enjoy being relaxed, babe?” He asks, taking your socks off. Then your shorts and shirt that went unnoticed by you.

“Too hot!” You’d fan yourself with your hand which Colin would take. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He’ll press a kiss on your forehead that’ll make you giggle.

Colin would watch your naked body, touch your warm skin with patience.

“So beautiful... And all for me, right?” He presses a kiss on your lips and you nod at whatever it is he’s saying.

He’ll easily play your body, making you and himself feel good. His fingers would play with your clit while his mouth laps on your nipples, taking turns from left and right.

He’d bask at the sound of your moans and whimpers that went straight to his hardening cock.

He’ll only stop when you’re drunkenly begging for more which he happily gives.

His hard cock would be poking your entrance and as he pushes in slowly, your eyes would widen, suddenly not so drunk anymore.

“Colin?” Your frightened voice alerts Colin and he would shush you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you... I got you...” He whispers before pushing in, swallowing your cries with lustful kisses.

“God!” He moans when he’s fully seethed in, your walls hugging his cock. He stays there for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and slightly feeling guilty at your cries.

“Ahh...” You cry out when he slowly pulls out. He’d kiss your tears away before slowly pushing back in, pulling your body closer to his in a hug, whispering promises about feeling better soon.

And you did.

Your cries turned into moans which motivated Colin to thrust faster yet still careful to not hurt you. He didn’t even have to ask because when he looked down at his cock, he saw little blood, and his jaw clenched, feeling some sort of remorse.

“You’re doing good, You’re so good to me.” He whispers before resuming his thrusts. He’d dwell at the sound of your pleasured moans and his hand would find its way down your clit, fingers playing with the nub until your body was shaking violently underneath him.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me, baby... You’re good. You’re safe...” He grunts at how your walls are tightening around him. You whimper before curling against his body, unknowingly pulling his body closer to yours. 

He shivers before cumming as well, his seeds filling your hole, making you drip with his cum. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before pulling out.

The mixture of blood and his cum makes him get a cloth before gently cleaning you up, being extra careful when he wiped at your core.

He cleans himself up before lying back beside you. He presses a kiss on the side of your head, your nose, and then your lips.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore...” He places a hand on your stomach before smiling and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You’re in safe hands.

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a/n: see i dont think i should write for these guys (from movies i haven’t watched/too lazy to watch) because im probs messing up a lot skskks anyway hope y’all think this one is alright! also im a sucker for innocent reader jcnavn

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[cornbreadbatter]

Quality Shower Time

Angel Reyes x black!reader

Disclaimer: this is my first fic

Usually, when Angel opens the front door he's greeted with Y/N and Alex (Y/N's pitbull) snuggling on the couch watching tv.  Instead, he sees Alex sleeping on the sofa snuggling with his flannel. Angel rolls his eyes mumbling "You're definitely your mama's son. Y'all love stealing my shit."

Hearing the shower Angel quickly heads towards the bathroom so can join you before he misses his chance. The closer he gets the more Angel can hear your music and you humming. Angel opens the door right when New Apartment by Ari Lennox starts to play, Angel hears Y/N squeal singing "I just got a new apartment. I'm gon' leave the floor wet"

Angel laughs quietly while removing clothes. Before Angel opens the shower he prays that you don't have the water too hot, while seeing all the steam you're creating he knows he won't be so lucky.

When Angel enters the shower your eyes are closed while rinsing out your detangling conditioner. Angel slowly wraps his arms you. Which causes to Y/n quickly turn around and scream "ANGEL!! WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU CRAZY!" While she smacks his chest. Angel laughs "baby I'm sorry" Y/n pouts "No you're not you're laughing". Angel kisses her pouting lips saying " I'm just wanna spend to sometime with my girl"

Y/n smirks and moves so Angel could get wet. Angel hisses out "Shit". Y/n giggles "That's what you get for scaring me". Angel asks "Why do you like to shower in lava?" Y/n playfully responds with "Quit being a baby" While she applies her deep conditioner to her kinks and coils. Angel begins his shower by changing the water to a comfortable temperature for the both of them. After Y/n finished applying her deep conditioner she helps Angel by washing back. Y/n's playlist continues play in the background as they finish their normal shower routine.

Y/n is first to step out of the shower. While Angel's in the shower, Y/n starts her skincare routine humming along with Good Days by Sza. With Angel finally out of the shower, Angel notices his old high school shirt wrapped around Y/n's head. Y/n lifts her head from the sink and pats her face dry, while looking in the mirror her and Angel eyes make contact "Why are we have a staring contest?" She asks. Angel points towards her head "Nice shirt" Y/n laughing Y/n says "oh hush. You know this shirt is too small for you." Angel sighs with a pout "Another bites the dust" 

Y/n cracks the door open then starts putting away their dirty clothes in the hamper. "Baby why do your tattoos look better than mine?" Y/n points at her body butter "Because I'm not stubborn like you and actually moisturize my skin and wear sunscreen, like our tattoo artist told us." Rolling her eyes.

  While dancing to I wanna be your lover by Prince and helping each moisture their skin, Alex decided to join his parents in the bathroom. "Did my handsome boy enjoy his nap?" Y/n asks Alex in a baby voice. He barks and nods.  Missing Y/n's attention Angel asks "Can you help me put on face cream?" "Sure. Sit on the sit on the tub" Angel smirks at Alex, but the pitbull responds with a glare. 

When Y/n finally finds a cream for Angel's skin, I'm Lost Without U by Robin Thicke starts playing through the speakers. Angel places his hands on your hips as you gently rub the cream into his skin. He watches with a smile on his face at how you softly sway and sing the lyrics. Moving down to kiss Angel after you've finished. 

When the kiss started to get heated, Alex cut that kiss short with a loud bark. Y/n broke apart the kiss with a laugh. Angel on the other had was pouting, mumbled "little cock blocker" Alex looked Angel straight in the eyes, barked then strutted out the bathroom. Angel yelled "Did you see what Alex did?" "What did he do Angel?" "He barked at me!" "He's a dog Angel what else is he supposed to do?" Angel huffed while putting on his joggers. 

Currently Y/n is putting her leave-in conditioner and shea butter. Angel helps Y/n braid her already sectioned hair. "Why would you give your dog a human name? " "Because I was lonely" Y/n responds with a shrug

After finishing Y/n's hair they head to their bedroom. You throw on one of Angel's flannels. Angel gets into bed with Alex who snagged another one of Angel's Shirts.  "Damn, I won't have any shirts left if y'all keep stealing"Angel mumbled before dozing off. Y/n climbs into bed to snuggles with favorite her boys. 

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Can I Come Home {Atticus (lovecraft country) Fic}

Atticus Freeman x Black Reader 

Warnings: smut (21+)

(Ayida-Weddo is a loa of fertility, rainbows, wind, water, fire, and snakes)

(Atticus wants to come home after his little adventures. Reader isn’t having it.)

The incessant knocking at your door pulled you out of your concentration on rolling the last bit of your hair. It had been a week of perms and presses. You were more than ready to listen to your vinyls and relax by yourself away from the troubles of whatever was going on in this hell of a country. 

The person at the other end of this door had other plans for you apparently and as an adventurous woman living alone you weren’t about to take any chances.

You grab the small pistol out of your brown fur coat on the rack and closed your eyes as your fingertips begin to spark little flames. 

As you slowly creak the door open, Tic lowers his glasses and his face comes into view. 

You let out a deep sigh of relief as you lower the pistol to the ground and the fire simmered down. 

“BOY! You play too much knocking on my damn door at this hour of the night! I almost blew your ass clean to Mississippi, Atti !  I figured you’d drag yourself here after you finished parading around God knows where else with Miss Letitia Fucking Lewis.” you say reluctantly unlatching your screen door to look at your ex boyfriend face to face. 

Even in the moonlight you could still see the bronze glow cascading from his sculpted cheeks, to his beautiful broad nose, and down to his cupids bow. He was standing there biting at his plump bottom lip nervously while awaiting you.

“Whoa . HEY. HEY . HEY!” He yelled with his hands up as he ducked down. 

“Now, baby look, i-” Tic stammers across his words trying to plead his case as you press the cold bottle of Cola to your reddened lips as you give him the cold shoulder. 

You shook your head and closed your eyes to summon snakes around his ankles as he hopped side to side kicking off the illusions.

“Town is small, Atti. Everybody talks. A postcard to know that your knucklehead ass is still alive would’ve been nice. But to hear from Betty with the uneven bob at the salon that you’re back in town running around with Leti of all people. You know good and well we haven’t seen eye to eye since junior high. I know we broke up but that don’t mean you had to disappear on me like that. Your triflin behind ain't no good Atti-. Why are you even here?” You ask him pointedly instead of going off on your tangent. 

The audacity of him to show up after months of barely 3 postcards from him and a few dodgy and quick calls in the middle of night spewing all types of things about monsters and shapeshifters and both kinds of wizards. 

He grabs you gently around the arms and presses a soft kiss to your lips while holding your chin between his fingers. 

“Just wanted to see you, that’s all.” He says simply in that tone he uses when he wants you to let him inside. Granted, you knew you were gonna let him inside and come inside but you wanted to watch him sweat. 

“I should summon rain over your head...You hungry?” 

After huffing and puffing you decide to ease the screen door open fully so that he could embrace you properly.

You turn your head and his kiss lands on your cheek instead. His gaze fell upon you intensely as he caressed over your cheek where his lips had been moments before. Atticus’s gaze falls from your warm oak coloured eyes to your neck, to your collarbones, and down further where your robe was slightly open and the neckline of your silk red gown had fallen lower. 

You lean in to breathe into his long black coat. The Chanel Pour Monsieur that you gifted to him before he left for the war evaded your senses. You hiss softly before smiling against him, feeling his large calloused and frigid hands run up the back of your thighs to cup under your butt and lift you onto him. 

“What, you run around all summer and come back here in the winter when you're cold and lonely and realize that she wasn’t gon’ stick around? Is that it? Your summer fling is back on the road?”  you question with a huff and a roll of your eyes. 

He chuckles deeply and shakes his head as he walks with you still wrapped around him into your small quiet little cozy candlelit home with Ella Fitzgerald , These Foolish Things playing softly in the background. 

“Town talk goes both ways, baby. I heard you were playing backseat bingo with Martin Thompson, the preacher? Really?” he questions as he licks over your neck and jawline pressing kisses along the way.

“And what is there for a lonely young woman to do when her man writes her a letter trying to rationalize falling in love with a goddamn ninetail fox. I saw Letitia coming. Seen that a mile away. I knew there would be women and men along the way for us. But, a fox, well baby you had me beat on that one. A descendant of Ayida-Weddo herself wasn’t enough? Bible Boy was good to me. He would make sure I made it home safe and sound every night from the shop. Bought me that fur coat and everything.” you say and he drops his head with a chagrined expression. 

Atticus sits you down on your own two feet and looks at you for a moment. Both of his hands on your hips.

“And what did you do for him, hmm?” He asks tracing his hands over the ties of your robe letting it fall open in one swoop.

“You really wanna know?” You scoff and swat at his hands for asking such a witless and invasive question. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” he whispers before lowering to his knees. He places one of your shea butter lathered feet in his hand kissing it softly before moving to the other.

Atticus wraps his strong arms around your waist and kisses your belly button. 

You push his mouth from suckling open mouth kisses onto your clothed mound and saunter away from him and over to the record player.

You search through the collection until you reach Big Mama Thornton. You laugh to yourself as “Hound Dog” starts to echo throughout the room.

“You’re ever the jokester ain’t you?” Atticus says with a laugh of his own as you sway your hips to the music and dance over to him.

“Dance with me” you call out to him as he comes up behind you and you gasp at the feeling of how hard he is just from caressing you moments before.

He meets your movements grinding with a shimmy of his own as he matches your movements of doing the twist and you sway your hips flush against him. His hands ghost against your thighs again and up your body. He takes note that you’re not wearing anything under your silk nightgown. 

Atticus  caresses over your breasts carefully massaging over the almond coloured buds as you let out a soft moan and place your hands over his.

You turn your head to kiss him again this time less innocently than before as you guide his hands in yours and slide them down your body while never losing the beat of the song. 

Goosebumps begin to pepper your skin  and your breath hitches as his hands settle between your thighs. He brings his fingers to his mouth before moving between your legs again.

Atticus’s nails drag softly up your left thigh as he grips it and brings you closer to feel how he’s already hardening for you. You ride his hand for a moment trying to control your temperature that’s already too high for the average human body. 

The flames of the candles dance as your excitement and wetness heightens and you tap against his thigh to warn him. 

He laughs deeply as he works over your clit skillfully and methodically. “I remember” he says simply and your eyes roll back as you utter the word “out” assertively. 

All of the candles burn out instantly and you revel in the feeling of his fingers treating your body and your flower like a Shenzhen Nongke Orchid. 

“You’re two seconds away from making me nut in my trousers like we’re back in your dorm all over again.” he mumbles while nipping at your neck and your deep dark chestnut eyes slowly fade to a golden hue to a soft glow of scarlett red.  

You nod giving him your consent as you lay over the couch. You wiggle your ass in the air , knowing that he’s watching while working his boxers down too.

He slowly works his way into you before slowly pulling out and watching his member glisten fully saturated by your nectar as he works his length up and down you before entering you again. 

The little gasp you let out echoed through the room and the candles were lit again momentarily with the flames dancing around as you bury your face into the couch pillow.

He gripped your hips firmly bringing you back and down onto him as his other hand gripped your silk gown. 

“Mhmmm, hmmph.” was all that left Atticus’s mouth as he sinks into your warmth the second time. 

“Careful. Slowly, I don’t want to hurt you.” you rasp as he circles his hips finding the right rhythm for both of you as the little pants and shrieks fall from your lips when he pushes deeper into the right spot.

“All the times I’ve made love to you and you haven’t hurt me once. I won’t mention the time you singed off one of my eyebrows though. That was my fault, I shouldn’t have tried to wake you up like that.” he soothes as he moves your silk gown up further to massage over your back and cheeks.

His large hands soothing over and kneading the knots and kinks from standing on your feet most days doing countless amounts of roller sets and bang cuts. 

“I know.” you whisper to him with a small laugh of your own. You drop your head slightly and arch your back when his hips finally rests flushed against your cheeks.

Your mouth goes slack as he picks up his pace but then pulls out.

“What the hell was that?” you question as you turn to face him. 

“Just wanted to see that’s all. Wanna look at this pretty face all glossy eyed and reciting my name like a poem.” he teases as he leans in to connect his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue glide over your bottom lip until you’re suckling it softly.

He’s massaging his dick against you slowly as you pout and huff against his lips. Your legs begin to shake slightly and you can feel yourself heating up more.

“Shh shh shh, what do you want? Use your words.” he asks as his fingertips ghost over your breasts up to the sides of your face. The chill of his hands feeling like bursts of fresh air against you. 

Atticus lifts you once more to set you on the edge of the couch, his fingers tracing over your inner thighs. 

“You’re really going to tease me after I’ve already waited months to feel you. I really don’t want to get Martin to finish the job especially when you have the best d-” you let out a muffled moan as he places his fingers into your mouth and thrust into you again. 

You suckle his fingers, envisioning something else much bigger as he leans you on the edge of the couch and gives you what you’ve been missing for months. 

Resting your forehead on his shoulder you close your eyes enjoying the feeling of being full of him. 

You can feel him twitching inside of you as you begin to work down onto him, bouncing and coating his dick with you. 

You caress your own body letting your hand wander to your clit , skillfully massaging as Atticus watches on.

Both of your moans and sounds of him pounding into you flows with the music as you both cry out into each other’s mouths as your orgasm rocks through you both. 

Your fireplace goes out abruptly as you throw your head back and let out little uh uh mhhmmms.

Atticus leans down to place tender kisses between your breasts as he cums inside. 

You slowly continue your rhythm riding out the little waves of aftershock as his hips stutter and he lets his own praises of you fall from his lips this time. 

He slowly pulls out and swipes his thumb over next to your lips trying to fix your lipstick.

“Leave it, I was getting ready for a shower and the bed anyways. . . I’m sorry Atti.” you say to him softly as your fingertips trace his soft skin now donning a purple deep burgundy colour after being pressed against you for so long. 

“You’ve made me feel the best I've felt all damn year. You ain't got a thing to be sorry for. I’m the one that came to apologize. I was just too bullheaded  to realise that everything isn’t about just me. I regretted it the moment I got there. . The war. Ji-Ha. You finding out about Leti the way you did. It wasn’t like that in the beginning. I was supposed to go off and figure all out on my own. Somewhere down the line after you see enough crazy shit together. Things get all mixed up.. I’m sorry for all of that too.  I just wanna come home. Tired of all these things that don’t make no sense when everything that makes perfect sense has been here the whole time.” he explains and you nod along listening to his words, mulling them over. 

“Well you definitely scared the shit outta me… I checked that mailbox everyday for months waiting for a letter from you. And I think whatever you were searching for out there scared the shit outta you too. I think all of this made us both realise that we don’t really wanna be without each other..But next time if you’re gonna go off, play detective, and uncover some great family mystery,the smartest decision would be to take  the walking fireball with you. Yeah? And who’s Christina? ” you ask him as he carries you off with him towards your bathroom. 

“The dreams. I was wondering why I kept seeing snakes every day for a week. I ain't going nowhere. It’s gon’ take me all weekend just to explain all the shit I’ve seen in the last 6 months as it is-” 

(not my best but i still hope yall enjoy! i’m knocking the writing rust off after a few weeks of not writing new stuff. seasonal depressive be hitting different. alright my boos x ) 

[wantaichi]

haikyuu + skincare hcs

ever think abt how they treat their skin? probably not. but like. do they wash their face like a normal person? have a 32 step skincare routine maybe??

msg me for any character who’s not here and i’ll drop their routine for u

masterlist.

karasuno

sugawara. lives up to his title as mr. refreshing. cleanses, tones, and moisturizes. !chefs kiss! keeps a jar of aloe vera face gel in his fridge, his mom had a spare. carries around a 100-sheet pack of oil film, more out of habit than of need. good skincare just makes him feel in control of his life, ok

ennoshita. fuckin’ spotless. part of the 0.0001% who don’t sweat easily. doesn’t have a complete regimen but never skips out on cleansing and toning before bed. actually reads the product ingredients and googles the benefits before buying. neutrogena type of guy. 

asahi. facial scrubs are his holy grail. like. dead skin? stubborn hair follicles? haha not on his watch ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ trims his goatee every 3-4 week bc a well-groomed beard goes hand in hand with proper skincare. a sucker for aromatic products. lavender? shea butter? SOLD.

daichi. “healthy lifestyle is key to healthy skin“ typa dude. rly just thinks natural is the way to go. drinks 8 glasses of water, eats his veggies, exercises regularly, gets 8 hours of sleep. sounds like smth off wikihow if u ask me. probably is.

tsukishima. cetaphil hoe. brand loyalty embodied. on it for 5++ years, and never once considered switching. BUT. his routine ends at step 1. cleanse. and that’s it. the fuck he need a 32 step skincare routine for? long as he gets a day’s worth of grime and dirt off his face, he gucci

yamaguchi. sensitive skin’s got him constantly changing/exploring different products. rode on tsukki’s cetaphil agenda for the first few years of puberty (rly just out of curiousity) but dropped out when his skin got used to it. thinks pimple patches are a blessing to mankind.

tanaka. fuck. chaotic greasy. asks for oil film from suga just to stick it on his forehead, lets it stay there. uses whatever’s in the bathroom to wash off, aka majority of saeko’s products. got yelled at once to “get his greasy ass over here” and got slabbed with aztec healing clay mask. converted to clay mask hoe after 20 minutes. “mm this shit’s dope!”

nishinoya. fuck. chaotic greasy part ii. but make it baby face. only does skincare when chillin at the tanakas. homie got him to try the clay mask bc chick’s dig that. “bro, u mean the mask or boys who do the mask?” “both bro” “awshit bro gimme that” thinks splashing some water twice a week is enough

kageyama. ? this yalls mans? oblivious to the whole concept of skincare, only acknowledges general hygiene. uses whatever’s on the soap holder to wash his face. probably dove. doesnt really have much skin problems to begin with, only breaks out once a year. living proof that god has favorites.

hinata. only started taking skincare seriously that time a huge ass zit grew on his chin. yachi offered him her unfinished bottle of cosrx (she’s a hoarder and u kno it), and has since been giving him all her leftover bottles. basically gets to use good quality products for free smh

nekoma

kuroo. not very big on the idea of skincare per se, but supports any brand on that cruelty-free and vegan agenda. reads the product ingredients like a children’s book. “mm phenoxyethanol and retinyl palmitate.. i’ll take it.” always leaves the saleslady stunned.

kenma. too lazy to adopt a routine. but regularly uses his mom’s facial wash. you know. those mom brands. has a stash of facemasks from lev’s trip to korea —> only form of skincare he actually appreciates bc he can simultaneously play his games and be all bout dat self care 

lev. abuses his perks of having a sister. casually uses all alisa’s imported, high end stuff. la prairie. estee lauder. la mer. and she doesn’t mind bc her “levochka deserves all the finest things”. boujee ass russians

yaku. baby face. when god made it rain collagen, he was freestylin in a pool full of it while we was all sleepin. doesn’t exert much effort, just cleanses and tones bc it’s part of proper hygiene. girls envy him. parents in their 40s wanna be him. 

seijoh

oikawa. SKINCARE HOE KING. fuckin high maintenance. goes to the derma for his monthly laser facial treatment. on broke days, he settles for a diamond peel. skin so smooth it puts the entire female population to shame. spends his savings on those clinique eye creams. probably modeled for the face shop once

iwaizumi. homie reeks of male cleanser. might either dove men or nivea men. there’s no in between. oikawa internally screams everytime he witnesses his bff wash his face. two words. aggressive. rubbing. bordering on hostile he might actually skin his face off

mattsun and makki. fuck. drugstore cleansers. the ones that come in sachets. agreed to take turns in buying bundles for sharing. sometimes sneaks a pinch from oikawa’s clinique products when he’s not looking. haha dumb hoe. may have an addiction to charcoal nose pore strips just so they can compare blackheads

fukurodani

bokuto. buys whatever’s on sale idfk. genuinely wants to get on kuroo’s go green agenda but too lazy to look around the store. normally just uses the bubbles from his soap or shampoo. his belief: if it cleans his hands and his ass, then it can fuckin clean his face too

akaashi. healthy lifestyle + decent regimen = pretty skin. cleanses and tones. tried his mom’s aloe vera face gel once and got hooked. shit’s relaxing as hell. owns a bunch of facemasks, sometimes uses but keeps forgetting to take them off before falling asleep. uwu af

dateko

futakuchi. doesn’t have a routine cause “who tf needs that” and “obviously not me.” or so he says. secretly the biggest spender on skincare in all of dateko. owns a bunch of anti wrinkle products and probably one of those jade rollers. but no one needs to know that. just wants everyone to think he’s naturally pretty

aone. told by futakuchi that “knitting your brows too much causes premature wrinkles, but not like i’m an expert on that hhhahaha dont get me wrong.” can’t rly do anything bout it. he was born with that face. also buys whatever’s on sale

shiratorizawa

ushijima. surprisingly blemish free? but not entirely smooth? just spotless? basically a rock? never went past step 1: cleanse. never realized he’s been skipping out the 31 next steps. cetaphil hoe.

tendou. dry. crusty. compensates by sweating a lot through practice. might be effective if he’d stop leaving the foam on longer than recommended, thus leaving his skin dryer than his love life. yeah, i went there.

shirabu. flawless at first glance. until you lift those uneven ass bangs. tbh its nothing serious except “are we gonna ignore the fact that his whiteheads follow the shape of his bangs” as pointed out by tendou. uses whatever cleanser his mom buys for him

semi. decent skin care routine. a big boy who’s fairly knowledgeable on other brands outside cetaphil and dove/garnier/nivea men. takes him less than 5 minutes to pick a product bc he’s tried them all, knows what works, knows his skin type in and out. stan semi for clear skin.

see inarizaki + sakusa here

[lucy-sky]

luucccyyyy luuuceee if you havee timeee,,,,, i have,,,,, a zaphod request,,,,, like,,, the reader and zaphod just dancing like dumbasses in some outer space club, having fun and mayhaps it leads to a love confession? it can come from either person like in the heat of the dance (or after) they just confess how happy @ other person makes them sumn like that??? [you can 100% take ur time/do this whenever u wanna, ik u're in your shea era ;))) ]

Bri, love!!! HAPPY TOWEL DAY TO YOU!!!

Thanks so much for this request (it was highly motivating!!) and also I’m sorry - I haven’t written anything for almost 5 months so I became super rusty and it took me ages to write this small thingy.

The Longest Party (Zaphod Beeblebrox x Fem!Reader)

1,133 words, no warnings; see a couple of notes in the end.

Where did you meet Zaphod Beeblebrox? At the party, of course! Where else? It’s a good question what brought him on your planet, in your country and your town, in that same nightclub you went with a bunch of friends that night. No one can tell, even Zaphod himself. All you know is that the attraction was instant and mutual, probably because you both have always been a little bit crazy and adventurous.

He was fun and charming, and slightly (okay, not slightly) weird, but being normal is so boring, right? After quite a few drinks he decided to tell you where he’s from, and of course you didn’t believe him at first, but still chose to play along.

“This party is getting so boring, baby doll! I know a much better place for the both of us…” he said, leaning closer to you and smirking as if he was telling you a secret.

“I bet you have an eye for really good parties, huh?” you raised your eyebrow.

“I sure do,” still smirking, he grabbed your hand. “Look, my ship’s parked nearby…”

“Ship?..”

“Yeah, the spaceship I told you about! Wanna see it?”

He was truly ridiculous, that guy. But at this point you got adventurous enough to say “Why not?”

Honestly, you expected to see anything, except… the actual spaceship. Maybe you just drank too much, fell asleep at the party, and it was your dream?.. No, y/n… You simply couldn’t be that drunk. It was really happening.

“You coming, doll?” Zaphod waved at you. For a few moments you hesitated. Some of your girlfriends considered leaving the party with a stranger already extreme enough, and you were about to go to another planet with a guy you knew for only like a couple of hours… Insane! Then again… When else you could possibly have a chance like that?

“Darlin’?”

“I uh… You know, I should be at work on Monday morning,” you blurted.

“So? It’s Saturday night, doll, we’ve got plenty of time,” he shrugged. “It’s not that far anyways. Oh, and don’t worry, you won’t need to hitch a ride back - I’m a gentleman after all,” he laughed, and then extended his hand. “Come on, it’s gonna be fun, promise.”

You took his hand, not knowing yet this decision was about to change your life forever.

How many parties have you attended with Zaphod since then? One wilder than another, in different parts of the galaxy, places you could never imagine even in the craziest dreams. You sang, danced to all kinds of music until you could hardly stand, drank all sorts of cocktails, and saw so many gorgeous sunrises together. With him, it was never boring, you really enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy yours as well.

Beeblebrox wasn’t perfect though. You found out very soon about how much he loved himself. You also couldn’t imagine talking to him about any serious stuff. Zaphod hated to be bored and didn’t like thinking too much. And it was okay, until you started to realize you were growing a bit too fond of him, more than you wish you were. It wasn’t good at all. Zaphod was fun to hang out with, but falling for him? Nope, he was far from being boyfriend material. You decided that if he doesn’t take anything seriously, you shouldn’t either. Just have fun while you can. You’re such a lucky girl after all! Not that many people from the Earth have a chance to see the galaxy.

The party you attended that night was by far the most epic event you’ve ever seen. The Longest And The Most Destructive Cocktail Party* - that’s how it’s called. People say it’s been occurring for four generations at least! And it started with a bunch of drunken rocket scientists - who knew the nerdy guys could party that hard?..

“So, who was that guy you’ve been talking to, huh?” Zaphod asked casually, twirling you around.

“Oh, you totally won’t believe it! That was Loki** himself!”

“Who?..”

“Loki, you know, scandinavian god of mischief. Come on, Zaphod, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of him!”

“Ah, that Loki…” He shrugged as if it was some random guy next door. “How do you know that’s really him anyways?”

“Well, he showed me how he can shapeshift, he turned into his brother Thor, and then…”

“Ugh, can’t believe you’re that easily impressed,” Zaphod rolled his eyes and you frowned.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you? If I didn’t know you, I’d say you’re pretty jealous,” you told him teasingly.

“Me? Jealous? Ah, come on! I know that there’s no one like me in this Galaxy,” he laughed.

“Yeah, of course you do,” you muttered. It’s just Zaphod being Zaphod, what else to expect from him after all?

“What’s wrong, doll?” As much as Zaphod could be a complete dumbass at times (or most of the time, to be completely honest), he was quite good at noticing the changes in your mood, so you tried to shake it off. What did you tell yourself? Just enjoy partying while you can, there’s no need to ruin it.

“Nothing,” you beamed at him. “See, I’m smiling!”

“Oh good!” he grinned back at you, reaching your chin with his fingers, “‘Cause I want the girl I love to smile, yeah?”

“Wait, what?..” your eyes widened as you stopped dancing.

“Huh?..” Zaphod seemed pretty confused.

“What did you just say? I mean… I probably misheard you, or did you say the uh… L-word?..”

“The what word?...... Oh. Oooh…” You could see the realization hit him, and for a little while you were just staring at each other, standing awkwardly in the middle of the dancefloor. “Well zark… Guess that just slipped from my tongue, doll,” he giggled a little nervously.

You blinked for a second, and then… You couldn’t really tell how it happened, who exactly made the first move, but all of a sudden your lips were on his, his lips were on yours and you kissed each other so passionately as if your life depended on that. And honestly? It suddenly felt just right.

“Zaphod,” you breathed out after what seemed like forever, when your lips finally parted.

“Yeah,” he murmured dreamily, cupping your face with both his hands.

“Are you… squeezing my butt with the third hand?..”

“Oh, that…” he giggled again, releasing you from his embrace. “I thought you were about to trip so I just… caught you.”

“That’s okay, I don’t really mind,” you smirked, taking his hand and letting your fingers entwine. “So, Beeblebrox… Are we dancing or what?..”

“We absolutely are, baby doll,” he grinned and pulled you closer, swaying to the music.

And it was just right as well.

The Longest Party kept going.

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* “The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving. Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow up.” ― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

** In Life, the Universe and Everything, Trillian met Thor at this party, so I just thought why Loki couldn’t be there too? He totally could, right?.. :)

[yikesharringrove]

hi, i hope that you're doing well! u only have to do this prompt if u want to, but either a stommy or harringrove abo au where they find out steve's pregnant after he misses his heat? how would they react nd what would the others reactions be??

I was actually thinking about this scenario the other day so Harringrove.

There’s a super brief mention of abortion, Steve just basically mentions he doesn’t think he can bring himself to get one, but in case that makes anyone uncomfortable.

-

Steve hadn’t been at school that day.

Billy wasn’t totally worried, it was around time for his heat, anyway, but Steve had asked Billy to spend his last heat three heats with him, so it was, it was odd he hadn’t mentioned it to Billy.

He pulled into the driveway in front of Steve’s house, letting himself in the front door.

The house didn’t smell like it did when Steve was in heat, full of the honey lavender scent of his hormones, his slick.

“Stevie?” Steve was wrapped up in bed, nestled under a pile of blankets.

Billy sat on the other side of the bed, laying over Steve, melting his body weight onto him.

“Baby, what’s up?” Steve just made a high sound in his throat. Billy started shifting blankets, finding Steve’s face. “Talk to me.” One of Steve’s eyes opened. “Are you okay?”

Steve had been feeling a little sick the past week or so, promised Billy he was going to go to the doctor soon.

“I went to the doctor today. I was up all night throwing up.” Billy kissed his forehead.

“What’s the verdict? You okay?” Steve shifted, sitting up, holding a soft pillow to his chest.

“I, um, I’m, I’m pregnant.” Billy’s heart fucking stopped. “She said I was probably eight weeks along.” He was nervously picking at something on the bedspread, beginning to ramble. “So I guess it was during one of my heats, that sometimes, sometimes omegas still have heats during the pregnancy, which is why, why I still had the last one but didn’t have this one, and apparently it’s the size of a raspberry, a tiny little raspberry, Bill. And I, I know we’re so young, but I don’t, I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of it, but I’m not, you don’t, I‘m not expecting anything from you but-” Billy pulled Steve into his chest, petting his hair, shushing him softly.

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing.” He kissed Steve’s head. “Whatever you wanna do. I’m gonna be right here for you.” Steve melted into him.

“Bill, I, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I can, if we can actually, actually be fucking parents, but I, Billy I can not just, just-I already love it so fucking much.”

“You don’t have to, Honey. You can decide. We’ll make this work, however we have to.” He hefted Steve further into his lap. “I’m gonna be here for you, for our pup. And we got family that’ll help us.”

“Bill, I don’t think our parents are gonna-”

“Are you gonna tell Joyce she can’t babysit, or should I get murdered for it?” Steve laughed, an unexpected little thing.

-

They didn’t really tell Joyce. Not exactly.

Steve and Billy were at Melvald’s, looking through the health section, throwing vitamins Steve’s OBGYN had recommended into the basket.

Joyce was the only person at the check out stand, made small talk while she scanned vitamins, shea butter, and produce. She picked one container, faltering slightly.

Prenatal Vitamins, omega specialized formula

She stared at it. Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

She moved in a flash, shifting around the counter, pulling Steve into a tight hug.

It took him a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around her.

“If you boys need anything, and I mean anything at all, you come get me.” Steve scrunched his eyes up, trying not to sob into her shoulder.

She pulled away, giving Billy a hug of his own.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about ten weeks.” She cooed, handing them their bags as Billy counted out bills.

“And you’re not even showing. With Jon I must’ve put on thirty pounds.” Steve looked around. He lifted his baggy sweatshirt to show off the shirt underneath, the tighter fabric showing off his little bump. She smiled at them, made Steve feel so warm. “Let me know when you get your first sonogram. I want copies.”

-

Steve popped at 19 weeks.

He went from looking a little chubby to looking fully pregnant.

They had yet to tell anyone about the pup, but he couldn’t hide it anymore.

Billy wouldn’t stop touching his belly, never had since they had found out, but now that he looked pregnant, Billy would gently rest his head on the bump, would press kisses to the little bulge on his lower abdomen, would talk to the little pup, sing to it.

It made Steve melt every time.

He was standing behind Steve, his head resting on his shoulder as he looked in the mirror, one hand on the Steve’s tummy as he did his hair.

Steve’s hands were unsteady.

His parents were home, were in the sitting room watching the news. They were gonna tell them today.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work it out.” Steve sighed, dropping his hands.

“There’s no way they take it well, Bill. I mean, when I presented they went apeshit.” Billy turned him around, Steve’s tummy pressed between them.

“We’re gonna get through it. We got each other, and we got this little mango. It’ll suck, but we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Steve smiled at him, running his fingers through Billy’s hair.

Telling Steve’s parents did not go well.

Steve didn’t really know what he expected, didn’t know how it still hurt when his dad called him an omega whore, got in Billy’s face and told him he was white trash, that he was a disgusting alpha.

He told Steve he was an embarrassment, getting pregnant in high school.

He told Steve to get outta his house.

-

Joyce was tugging on Steve’s hands, helping him stand up from the couch.

He was just rounding 31 weeks, was big pregnant at this point, the little pup kept shifting, just wigglin’ in there.

He and Billy were going to look at apartments, didn’t want to put Joyce out for even more time, much to her protests and comments that she would be over as often as possible.

Billy met them at the door, helped Steve into the low seats of the Camaro.

They had four apartment options.

The first landlord met them at the car, took one look at pregnant Steve, and immediately denied them.

The second one was dingy, had stains in the carpeting, holes in the walls. Steve pursed his lips, shook his head at Billy.

The third was too small, basically just two bedrooms and a hallway.

But the last one, it was right over Melvald’s, had two small bedrooms, a good sized kitchen, opening up to a big living room. Steve just about cried when he stepped foot inside, it was so fucking perfect.

He could see their pup learning to walk in the living room, couple picture Billy bouncing them on his hip in the kitchen.

“We’ll take it.”

-

Billy insisted on doing most of the moving himself, didn’t want Steve bending over, lifting heavy things.

So he sat on the couch, pointed at rooms he wanted Billy to put the boxes.

They set up their lives in the space, made Joyce a copy of their key so she could drop by after work.

Steve went into labor just after 3 in the morning in their bed.

Billy drove him to the hospital, his eyes wide, holding his hand tightly.

Billy called everyone from the hospital, Joyce and Claudia pretty much busted down the door, insisted on coming into the delivery room with them.

Steve was in labor for over fourteen hours.

But then they got to meet their little pup, a perfect little girl with perfect little features.

Billy cried the first time he held her. He brushed his fingers softly over her face, her tiny nose, her pouty lips.

“Look at her little nose. She looks just like Billy.” Claudia was holding her, Dustin looking over her arm at the pup.

“I don’t know, she’s got a lot of Steve in her. Look at that mouth.” Billy poked her lips, made her smack them together. Everyone cooed.

Hopper was silent as he stared down at the little girl in his arms. Joyce had roped him into helping during Steve’s pregnancy, and he had shared many soft moments with Billy, was officially her godfather.

El loved the little girl, hadn’t seen a baby before.

“What’s her name?” Hopper passed the baby to Jonathan.

“Mina Beatrice Hargrove. Mina means loved and Beatrice means bringer of joy. We just want her to grow up with a concrete reminder that she’s loved and special.” Steve’s father had forbidden him from giving this bastard child the Harrington name.

“Mina Bea. I think that’s cute.” Billy knocked his shoulder into Max’s. Mina huffed, beginning to make the little choked out, gurgling sounds that preceded her crying.

“Okay, Baby’s gotta eat, daddies’ gotta sleep.” Billy started shooing everyone out, Jonathan gently placing Mina back into Steve’s arms.

She quieted quickly against Steve’s chest. Billy sat down in the chair next to the bed, stroking one hand over her little head.

“I can’t fucking believe it, Pretty Boy. I just, I love you both, so fucking much.” He kissed her head, kissing Steve’s hand right after. “She’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He rested his cheek against the top of her head. “Our sweet little mango.”

[thediverismylove]

2,6,8,& 10 for ur new oc’s ! 🕺🕺

thank u!! <3

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

adeline: they notice that she is quite tall for a woman! she's like 5'10. they also notice that she's carrying a leather journal, bc she is pretty much always carrying the journal her dad gave her for her birthday years ago before he passed away. and finally they notice the bags under her eyes <3 she inherited them from her mom and grandma and loike many other ppl on her mom's side of the family.

paloma: they notice her unique wardrobe! she has a very eclectic, colorful sense of style. they also notice her eyebrows, as they're quite dark and thick.

jade: they notice her lavender hair! she swam competitively for years and as soon as she stopped swimming she dyed her hair lol. and they notice her voice, which is low and rich and warm.

vincent: they notice how easily he charms them. he'll ask them a question that makes them feel like he really cares about him or he'll make a joke that gets everyone in the room laughing. they also notice his thick, soft, curly hair.

6. What do they smell like?

adeline: she smells like the almond and shea butter shampoo she uses and also a bit of old books, as she is a pretentious queen and spends way too much time and money at used bookstores.

paloma: she smells like her signature lavender perfume!

jade: she smells like glossier you perfume b/c she is obsessed w it lol.

vincent: he doesn't really smell like anything, maybe a bit of the argan oil conditioner he uses? but that's all.

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

adeline: she doesn't wear tons of jewelry. usually she just wears her simple gold initial necklace that her mom got her when she was a little kid, and occasionally she wears simple earrings, like pearls and small gold hoops.

paloma: she loves jewelry! she buys it often at thrift shops and on depop and at fancy department stores. her favorite piece of jewelry is a pair of earrings that look like tiny paintings that addy got her on etsy for christmas.

jade: she likes simple, elegant jewelry in silver. her distinguishing piece of jewelry is a small silver pendant.

vincent: he wears a (very fancy) watch, but that's all.

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

adeline: her laugh sounds a bit like a balloon slowly letting out air.

paloma: she's ambidextrous! she prefers to write with her right hand but she can write with both hands

jade: she hates most beverages.

vincent: he's travelled to 47/50 states in the usa, the only 3 he hasn't visited yet are west virginia, alaska, and wyoming.

[justahopelessssromantic]

I know u just posted another daddy angel request but I got another if u don’t mind , I was thinking of how daddy angel will react on how his little girl who’s in head start comes home saying she’s got a little boyfriend lol 😂 😂😂😂

A/N: Here it finally is! Thank you so much for the request girl and giving me more inspiration for our precious Daddy Angel! Like I said I got a little carried away, (something about Daddy Angel just does that to me lol) so it’s kind of long. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading! 💕

*gif not mine*

Warnings: Fluff and Smut 😏 18+ Only

Sitting on the floor of your living room you were folding the gobs of laundry you had while listening to your favorite true crime podcast through your ear buds. The host was just getting to the description of the grisly murders that rocked London in 1888. You listened intently, relishing in every detail as you folded the sparkly pink leggings of your four year old daughter, Penelope.

He was now onto the first suspect and you grabbed Angel's Romero Bros work shirt slipping it on a hanger and laying it flat across the sofa behind you smoothing any wrinkles out with your hands.

You then dug out the various change that littered the bottom of the basket. Angel always forgot to clean his pockets out before throwing a load of laundry in and it drove you insane. You now had a jar full of coins that you were calling your "vacation" fund. At this rate you'd be going on vacation any day now and you just might be going on your own.

Standing yourself up from your seated position that you had been in too long, with a bit of a struggle, you stretched out your back before rubbing your hand over your swollen belly. Smiling you felt the little guy kick at your hand from the inside.

He was either going to be an excellent soccer player or dancer. Or maybe even both, you weren't quite sure yet.

Setting the stacks of folded laundry into your empty basic you hoisted the thing up and was about to head to your bedroom when your front door opened. Slipping the bud out of your ear you smiled at your husband and daughter who just got back from school, "Hey baby. How was your day?" You asked your little mini me.

There was no response as Angel hung her backpack on the hook in front of the door. "Hey, P! You know the rules." Angel's voice stopped her as she attempted to storm past. She may be angry with him but he wasn't gonna let her get away with disrespecting the rules of the house. Whipping around she shot her Pops a glare before huffing and slipping her shoes off at the door. She then proceeded to make her way towards you, stomping down the hall and into her bedroom.

You looked to your husband who was clearly also not in the best of moods, "What the hell happened? What's up with your daughter?" You asked him, you were clearly missing something.

Slipping his cut off he hung it beside her backpack and slipped his own shoes off setting them nicely by the door.

He stepped up to you giving you a kiss on the cheek before taking the basket out of your arms to lighten your load. "Did you know our four year old daughter, our baby, apparently has a fucking boyfriend?"

"What?" You tried your best to keep in the snicker, you really did but you just couldn't keep a straight face.

That was what all this was about?

"Why the hell are you laughing woman? It ain't funny," He scoffed, licking his lips like he does so often, “You know what his name is? Anthony, our daughter is dating a boy named Tony. Fucking Tony!”

“Oh my god Angel he’s just a child.” Was he really so threatened about a four year old boy named Anthony?, “What are you going to do? Go intimidate a little preschooler?”

“He’s not a child,” He rebutted, “He’s a little punk who is gonna steal my daughter’s innocent years!”

“Wow, Daddy is so dramatic,” You remarked, looking down at your bump to the child in your belly. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face. “You know she’s just like you. That’s why you butt heads all the damn time.”

He knew that, that was the problem. As the days went by he could see himself more and more in her. There’s nothing like having a child just like you to make you feel bad for your parents.

He placed his large hand over your bump, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the cotton of your shirt, “You better be like your Mama little man. The last thing we need is for her to be stuck with three of us.”

You placed your hand over his, running your finger across the gold wedding band adorning his ring finger. It had been seven glorious years that you had been husband and wife.

“You know that’s not necessarily a bad thing,” you looked just a little longer at the physical representation of your promise to each other, to love the other in the good and the bad, always. You returned your gaze back to those beautiful eyes that had you melting since the first moment they locked on with yours, “to be like you. Sure you are stubborn and selfish and hot headed and..”

“Hey, I thought you said it wasn’t all bad,” he interrupted you, setting the basket of laundry on the table beside you so he could have both his hands free. He stepped closer to you running his hands down the sides of your bump before resting them comfortably on your hips.

“And you have a terrible habit of interrupting me.” You teased grinning up at him as you continued.

“Right,” he chuckled, relaxing in your presence, “I’m sorry. Continue, mi amor.”

“But you’re also so loving. You have the biggest heart, Angel.” You placed your hands on his shoulders straightening out the collar of his shirt, “And you are always doing your best to do the right thing for your club, your family, even when it could put you at odds with those closest to you.”

You smiled up at him and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

He leaned his head down, gravitating closer to you. You smelled of coconuts, shea butter, and vanilla. You smelled of home.

Stretching up to close what little gap was left you kissed his cheek, “And your smart,” then his jaw, “And loyal,” then the corner of his mouth, “And so incredibly sexy.” You purred.

He chuckled biting his lip, “I think you're losing your point here, mi dulce, but I don’t disagree.”

“And you are loved.” You finished with a passionate kiss. You pecked his lips once more before laying a smack to his ass, “Now go shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“God I love you,” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before cupping your face with the other and kissing you once more. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip soaking in your features as he pulled away and headed into the direction of the bathroom backwards all while grinning at you, his stunning beauty. His hand was still entwined with yours until he got too far away and he was forced to momentarily part with you.

You two had been together for a decade now but still acted like lovesick puppy dogs.

Picking the basket back up you made your way down the hall and to your daughter’s room. Tapping the doorway lightly to alert her to your presence you stepped into the room to find her sitting on her floor playing with her favorite motorcycle Angel had brought home for her after a run.

Placing the basket onto the bed you crouched down next to her, “Hey baby, do you wanna tell me about it?”

She rolled the bike back and forth across the floor keeping her focus on the toy, “Why won’t Daddy let me have a boyfriend?” She pouted, “It’s no fair.”

“Look at Mama for a minute baby,” You said gently running your hand over her dark curls. She did as you asked looking up to you with her big brown eyes. She was so much like Angel it was scary sometimes, “Daddy just has trouble sharing sometimes. He doesn’t want to have to share you,” you ran your thumb across her cheek lovingly, eliciting a little smile from her like you always could , “But he’s gonna work on it. Everyone has things they can do better at.”

“Like I’m gonna have to learn to share once my baby brother comes?” She asked, glancing to your stomach.

“Exactly,” you smiled down at her, “You are so smart, just like Daddy.” You kissed her cheek straightening back up. “You can play for a little longer but then it’s dinner time.”

She nodded returning her attention back to her motorcycle making little revving and rumbling noises as she rolled the toy around the ground. You put her clothes away into her little purple dresser before picking your basket up once more. You stole one more glance at your beautiful girl before exiting her room and heading down the hall to Angel and your’s shared bedroom.

Setting the basket on the foot of the bed you looked up just as Angel stepped out of the connected bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Smirking he watched you stare at him, "You like the view, mi dulce?"

"I'd like it better without the towel," you flirted biting your lip as your gaze lowered.

He shook his head sauntering over to you, "God pregnancy makes you fucking horny."

"I've never heard any complaints before,” You teased batting your lashes up at him. He cupped your face, kissing you slow and sweet.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you right now,” you murmured in his ear placing a kiss to his jaw. He groaned loving that foul mouth of yours, “You need to get dressed because dinner will be ready soon.”

With that you left him to it while you went to round up your daughter for dinner. She picked up her toys like you had asked before washing up for dinner and making her way to the kitchen with you. Helping her situated herself on her chair you placed a napkin over her lap.

Angel walked in shortly behind you, now much less distracting as he was fully dressed. He pulled you into him kissing you on the cheek as the oven timer dinged signaling your dinner was ready.

He pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it atop the stove. Grabbing a spatula he cut the dish into pieces scooping out a small portion and cutting it up into little pieces to cool on Penelope’s favorite Toy Story plate. Next he scooped out a piece for you and then him, followed by some garlic bread to complete the meal with a scoop of sauerkraut spread across your toast just how you liked it. Carefully bringing them over to the table all at once, rather impressively, he set the meals in front of his two girls.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him. Licking your lips you turned your attention to your plate, mouth watering from the delicious aroma wafting from the food.

You gave your daughter a look as she pouted over her food clearly still holding a grudge against her father, “What do we say P?”

“Thank you Papi,” She grumbled rather begrudgingly before poking at her food with her little fork.

Angel took his place beside you cracking open his beer as he looked at his little world in front of him. He thought maybe she’d drop in by now and be all in his lap like usual but no she was a stubborn little thing.

“How about you tell us all about Anthony,” You suggested. Angel almost lost his shit as he looked at you wide eyed. She was already pissed at him, he didn’t want to add on to the fury.

She looked at you very suspiciously, not sure whose side it was you were on, her’s or her daddy’s. She took a bite of her lasagna as she stared Angel down, almost daring him to speak first.

You were starting to agree with Angel now and really hoped your second would be more like you. To say the atmosphere was tense would be an understatement.

“Daddy promises he will listen and be very understanding, right Daddy?” You looked to Angel with a smile plastered across your beautiful lips.

How could he say no to you? And you did put him on the spot, “Right,” he gave in. He would try his hardest, if only for you. He leaned back in his chair meeting her gaze and waited to hear all about this Tony kid.

You nodded giving her the room. Taking a sip from her sparkly cup filled with milk she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before beginning. “His name is Anthony,” she told you proudly with a smile on her face, ignoring her father’s gaze now.

“Yeah?” Angel spoke up and you prayed whatever came out of his mouth next would not set her off any more, “And what does this Anthony do? Does he work? How is he gonna provide for my baby?” He asked her, trying to throw her off.

“He’s Spider-Man, duh,” She said as if that should be common knowledge to him.

He tried to keep his composure but he couldn’t keep the smile from his face, “Spider-Man, huh? You can’t date Spider-Man baby. It’s too dangerous.” He tried to reason with the four year old across from him.

“But he’s a hero Daddy,” She furrowed her eyebrows at him before her features soften, “Just like you.”

His heart melted as he looked at his princesa. She knew exactly how to soften him up and he was a sucker for that.

“He’d protect me,” She continued on, “Just like you always do.” She added on to the sweetening of her father.

“I’ll make you a deal, Penelope,” He said, looking into those soft brown eyes surrounded by those dark lashes of hers as she batted her eyelashes at him. Now that she got from you. “I want to meet this Anthony the Spider-Man and then if he proves himself worthy of mi princesa I will consider it.”

She thought this proposition over for a moment in her head. It wasn’t exactly a win for her but she had softened him and she could soften him up some more, “Okay.” She agreed with a smug little smile on her face, “Can I be excused now?” She asked.

She had eaten a decent amount of food during the exchange so you gave her the go ahead. Picking her plate up she set it by the sink and walked off to go play in the living room.

“You know she just totally played you, right?” You grinned looking over at your husband. You expected there to be much more of a fight but damn was that girl good.

“I know,” He said flashing you a smirk, “But she’s not the only one playing this game, mi amor.”

You rolled your eyes mentally preparing yourself for the craziness that could await you in this next week.

—————————————————————————————————————

The next day your husband and daughter got home from school in a much better mood than the day before, thankfully. They were full of smiles as Angel hung her backpack up and they slipped their shoes off at the door like always.

“How’d it go?” You asked looking between the two. They exchanged a look and your daughter giggled. It appeared they were thick as thieves once again. “Did you meet Anthony?” You asked Angel.

“Nope.” He grinned at you, “Why don’t you tell Mama what you told me P?” He suggested proudly.

She shrugged nonchalantly, giving you a hug, “I broke up with Anthony. He tried to kiss me,” she scrunched her little face up in disgust, “It was icky.”

Angel chuckled at that, he’d never get tired of hearing her say that. Hopefully this phase lasted a while, “Yeah, kissing boys is very icky,” He agreed, “Right Mama?”

You shook your head letting out a laugh. At least the fighting was over, for now, “Yep, kissing boys is real icky.”

“And there’s only one hero for me,” She beamed at Angel before scurrying off to play in her room, full of energy.

“What about you Mama?” Angel asked, swaggering up to you, “Is there only one hero for you?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You teased, “Superman is plenty enough for me.”

He smacked you on the ass playfully planting a kiss on your cheek before walking off to go clean up from work before dinner.

That night you tucked your little girl into bed and Angel read her two bedtime stories like always even though she was only supposed to get one, he couldn’t say no to her little pleas, before heading off to bed yourselves.

Crawling into bed together you turned your lamp off and waited for Angel to do the same. Instead he just stared at you with that look in his eyes and smirk upon his face, “I think you’re forgetting something, mi amor.”

“Yeah? And what might that be?”

“My goodnight kiss.” He grinned at you and puckered his lips.

“Oh is that so? But don’t you remember kissing boys is icky,” you teased giving him a grin back before turning around and snuggling into the bed facing away from him.

“Yeah well baby I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” You felt the bed shift as he settled closer to you.

“Really?” You teased some more, the smile still plastered to your face. You held your breath as you felt his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his large rough hand sliding across your stomach.

“I was man enough to knock you up twice now, wasn’t I?” he purred into your ear giving you chills.

He wasn't wrong.

Gently moving your hair from your neck he began kissing and sucking your sweet flesh, his hand wandering down your nightgown and taking hold of your breast flicking your erect nipple with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as you enjoyed the touch only he could provide you. He grinned into his kisses relishing in how your body responded to him and his yours, his stiff member pressing firmly against your ass.

Being the tease you were you wiggled your ass against him causing a low groan to rumble from within his chest. His hand wandered down hooking into the sides of your underwear before slipping them slowly down your legs.

Running his hand back up the side of your leg slowly he stopped at your thigh moving his hand in the other direction to tease between your legs. He kissed your jaw, then the side of your mouth, then your lips as you turned your head to meet his face. Running his hand back down your thigh he grabbed behind your knee pulling your leg up opening you further to him.

Yanking his boxer briefs down whilst never breaking your makeout session he grabbed his hard cock and teased the tip at your entrance collecting your sweet juices. You gasped at the contact and Angel took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth before pushing slowly inside you.

You took him well, you always did and he stayed still a moment just relishing in the moment of your bodies coming together as one. Once you started to wiggle your hips, desperate for some form of friction he gave in to your needs, and his, and began thrusting at a slow sensual pace, his hand finding its place to rest on your bump.

He kept his pace slow and teasing. You felt so good wrapped around him, it took everything in him not to rush, but he wanted to prolong the both of your pleasure as long as he could.

It didn’t take long until you were pushing back against him meeting his thrusts and he knew you had had enough. Littering sloppy kisses across your shoulder he picked up the pace hitting all the right places. His hand traveled to your clit running circles around your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

“You close?” He murmured into your ear, “You wanna come?”

You nodded your head finding it hard to muster out any words as he continued his assault on your clitoris while simultaneously thrusting into you with such calculated movements of his hips.

“Say it,” he growled into your ear, ceasing his hand movements. He nibbled at your earlobe as he waited for the words he loved so much.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, desperate for him to return his touch, “Yes Daddy,” you gave him what he wanted, “Please.”

He smirked working his thumb once more as he pushed into you deeper, his thrusts getting sloppier as he began to twitch inside you, you both almost to your breaking point. He quickened the movements of his thumb and it wasn’t long before you came undone around him. Just a few more thrusts and he was right there with you filling you up as he moaned out face buried in your neck.

You lay there together, spent as he held your back close to his sweaty chest, still buried deep inside you. Kissing the back of your shoulder he mumbled into your skin, “I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

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