#that picture at the end........ man....!!!!!!!!! 😭

[libramooon]

for someone who didn’t like the original top gun, the sequel made me very emotional.

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Dad bought several guides to Japan (possible future trip???? If I am not betrayed yet again) and I love how I can date the pictures by the fact there was DotNW advertising in the background :3c

[othercrossee]

For me, making Irida and Adaman into their late 20s is actually very good for the development and more history for both of their relationship

[sukirichi]

WHAT. WHAT JUST HAPPENED IM SITTING HERE WIDE EYED IM IN SHOCK WHAT

GARNET

Character/s: Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, yandere themes, manhandling, hints of drugging, mention of kidnapping, manipulation, murder, major character death, violence, guns, dark content and an ambiguous ending. Minors do not interact.

Note: for bby aly @sanzuchi 💖 hope u like it 💕

Synopsis: Forbidden love seemed more ideal than a love built on deceit.

✃WC: 2.6k

White picket fences, a little garden brimming with barely budding roses, and a tiny yet comfy home for two in Nagano prefecture. The picturesque view of the mountains was a lovely backdrop along with the many farms from a great distance that grew horseradish and other vegetables. Haruchiyo has outdone himself. If anyone who had the guts to ask him why he chose this path, the answer would easily slide through his tongue with a small smile. Blue hues sparkled at the mere thought alone, the image of a beautiful smile dulling his senses for a brief moment. Mind filled with the one person he has spent two months religiously with ever since abandoning the bustling city of Tokyo.

You.

Haruchiyo Sanzu knew you were the best thing that ever happened to him, next to being friends with Sano Manjiro and being a part of Bonten. But contrary to belief, the latter didn’t hold much power over him as he led others to believe. No, he’d die twice for you, the woman whom he loved so fiercely it was almost unprecedented if it’s what was required. Fools would check once, but people he was associated with were harder to deceive. But he managed to and that was a feat alone anyone would be amazed or downright frightened. Gaze landing on your hunched form, sundress fluttering in the breeze as you tended to the flowers you’ve been trying to grow for almost two months now, Haruchiyo found no regrets. Heart pounding at the visage of you as if it were for the very first time he laid his curious stare at your graceful form. At that moment, Haruchiyo knew he deserved a happy ending and preferably with you by his side.

Forever.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.” You went back to watering the rose bush, a quaint grin on your face. Feeling the weight of your husband’s stare, you continue. “You were right, though. I should’ve started planting here instead of nearby the porch. How is this spot more fertile than the one in front?” It was no secret that he was the one who toiled the land when you expressed your interest in gardening. The soiled gloves and the dirty pants he wore that day were hard to clean. Still, you were quite amazed that he knew where to plant your flowers. Haruchiyo did say he was willing to learn anything to appease you and that he did.

“I must’ve placed more fertilizer here than I realized.” He murmured, following your hands working on the bush, removing weeds and whatnot. “Isn’t that great though? You’ll have pretty flowers to admire soon.”

“Mhm, I’m more curious as to what color they will be.” You giggled lightly, glancing at Haruchiyo’s thoughtful expression. “Will they be as pink as your hair? Or would they be red? The packaging never said what’ll they be.”

“Whatever the color will be, I’m sure those roses will be beautiful.” Haruchiyo chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear at how close he was. “Anyway, it’s almost lunchtime, ‘ya know. Wanna go and have a picnic by the clearing?”

At his suggestion, your eyes widened a fraction before you nodded gleefully. “Sure. It’s been long since we did a picnic. Plus, last time we did it, it suddenly rained.” Nose crinkling at the memory, you lifted your head to stare up at the clear blue sky that matched his eyes. “I’m sure it won’t this time so let’s bring the glass juice jar and take our time. Yeah?”

The diamond scars on each side of his lips curled up in mirth at your enthusiasm. Calloused hand reaching out to tuck back stray hairs behind your ear, earning your flustered expression and warm cheeks.

“Let’s.”

And so, the picnic in the clearing covered by the numerous trees in the area was blessed with the bright sun’s rays. The basket still filled with untouched sandwiches sat next to the half-empty glass jar of pomegranate juice that Haruchiyo’s lips mimicked. Sweet against your tongue that swirled lightly around his, moaning into the kiss as his palms mapped out the expanse of your back, hips, and thighs. Dangerously close to pulling the hem of your dress above the skin of your thighs, revealing the cotton panties you wore, Haruchiyo blinked in surprise when you pulled away abruptly. Face burning hotly while searching for any onlooker curious to see who was making out so salaciously under the shade of the huge oak tree.

Thankfully, there was none.

“Angel?”

Meeting his confused irises, you chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry, I just… what if somebody sees us? It’ll be quite embarrassing.”

Haruchiyo rolled his eyes with a puff. “No one’s gonna see us here. Anyone nearby is either busy counting their produce or too far to care. So…” Diminishing the distance between your lips and his, your pink-haired lover pressed a kiss onto the side of your mouth, and then, he whispered. “If I fuck you right here, right now, no one’s gonna see or hear you. Feel free to scream my name, ‘kay angel?”

Haruchiyo didn’t wait for your response, knowing fully well your doe-eyed stare was enough to tell him. Hands wounding around his neck, you pulled him in for another kiss, much more heated than the first. Fingers tangling into his pink strands, pulling and fisting them. Pupils dilated and breath heavy. The soft mewl you slipped through your lips caused his cock to twitch. Your usually patient husband pushed you onto the mat, pining your hands on both sides of your head. A shaky breath escaped his parted lips at the glorious image below him—you, squirming beneath him and rubbing your thighs together. Lips plump and coated with a sheen of his spit and yours. Hair fanning around your head like a halo, amplifying his view of you as his enthralling goddess. His queen. His second chance away from the shitty life he believed to be the right one for him. And most of all, you were his.

His, his, his.

“Fuck, ‘s good, angel.” Wincing at how tight your pussy was, the pink-haired man had his eyes shut at the blissful feeling. “Holy shit, such a f-fucking good pussy.”

“H-Haru!”

Nothing could get Haruchiyo Sanzu drunker than the mere taste of your sweet essence. No wine or alcohol could have him in such a state than your legs split open. He was sure he was drinking from the fountain sprouting ambrosia whenever he kissed you or ate your pretty pussy out. Ascending to heaven, a place he never thought to be real, at the way your warm walls clenched around his throbbing cock. Haruchiyo Sanzu definitely found paradise on earth and he would never let it go. Even if you were to break free from his hold. But Haruchiyo wasn’t scared. No, he’s quite sure you were content from the way you were keening. Legs reached for the skies while he pounded his cock into your slick pussy. Adamant in cumming inside your cunt, Haruchiyo was panting deliriously at the image of your pussy folds glistening and dripping with semen. Hoping to knock you up. Completely unaware of what was running through your hazy mind.

From the moment he roughly set you down, head a bit dizzy the second you welcomed his fervor touches, you swore you saw purple instead of the hues associated with spring. Wisteria coloring your muddled mind, replacing the vivid hues with the cool tones of violets swirling with even darker ones.

“Babydoll, you’re so good to me.”

Blinking back tears that were brought forth by the ecstasy of Haruchiyo’s callous thrusts and stinging marks that littered your neck and collarbone, you were left a bit confused. Because no matter how much you squeezed your husband dry of his milky cum, tasting it from the pretty pink tip that was hitting the soft tissue of your cervix—crying out Haruchiyo’s name every time seemed to leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth.

It never occurred to you to question these questionable visions and dreams albeit somehow alarmingly familiar whenever you looked at your husband for far too long. Observing his serene expression as he laid next to you in bed, you would sometimes have to blink twice—thrice—to see if you were hallucinating a different man. One who had locks of purple. The same strange hanafuda tattoo on Haruchiyo’s arm is situated on his neck. A smile seemingly so genuine. Eyes never leaving you out of sight, scared you’ll disappear from his reach.

“You’re up early…”

Ink dark as the night without stars ran up his supple skin, painting intricate designs that shouldn’t be hard to forget. Having felt that body move against yours akin to an old dance you knew all too well. But how could it be so?

Who… Who is he? Why am I seeing images of him, especially when I’m with Haruchiyo?

“Angel? Are you okay?”

Cupping your cheek, Haruchiyo’s concerned gaze snapped you out of the questions that continued to spring up your head. The bathtub’s water now lukewarm against both of your flesh. The loofah floating in the water after having scrubbed yourselves clean from today’s activity. The sundress you wore in the basket with your husband’s other pile of clothes. Brows pinched in trying to stay focused on the vision now dissipating into the crevices of your mind, you slowly turned to Haruchiyo for answers. There was no other man who could respond to your inquiries, one whom you could trust. After all, there was no reason for your own husband to lie to you.

“Haru, do you know a man who has the same tattoo as you? Except it’s on his neck.” For emphasis, you pointed to the exact spot you saw in your dreams. “Right here.”

A pin dropping could be heard in the stifling silence. Haruchiyo’s blue eyes turned icy at the question, grip around the showerhead tightening. You never saw him act like this, uncharacteristically silent. Like he was caught in the act of something unspeakable. Except for that one time when you found cloth buried underneath the soil he toiled. It didn’t seem to belong to your husband nor did you recall him complaining about a bear in the area who would reduce clothes into tatters. And while you had countless questions, Haruchiyo was quick to shoot them down with his own explanations that were too vague. It was the usual…

“Ah, don’t worry. That’s probably just trash blown over to our side.”

Or…

“I don’t know, angel. Must belong to the previous owners of this house.”

You didn’t know anymore, but you never pressed on further. Haruchiyo has been very patient with you and never asked for anything that was beyond your capabilities. The last thing he would want is for you to doubt him.

“Frankly, angel… I don’t recall ever seeing such a person.” Haruchiyo’s reply came out forced, akin to the smile on his face. He clearly didn’t like you talking about this person. “Whoever it is, I’m sure he’s just a figment of your imagination. The mind messes with us sometimes, ‘ya know?”

Oh, but Haruchiyo Sanzu was far too complacent to see the future. Too wrapped up in his dream coming true with each passing day to foresee the day Haitani Ran entering through the picket fences he built, pushing the front door open to find you lounging by the couch. Eyes wider than the moon at its full mast at the handsome stranger who looked awfully a lot like the man you often saw in dreams. He even held you like in one of your daydreams, hugging your shocked form like any lover who missed his other half would do. But unlike the one in your dreams, he looked tired out. Dark circles under his purple bleary eyes, hair tousled as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times and his stubble rough against your cheek.

“B-baby, is it really you?”

W-who?

“Haitani.”

Your husband’s sudden appearance caused the visitor to stiffen, pulling away to glare at Haruchiyo. Even you were flabbergasted at the scene playing out in front of you, heart lodged in your throat. Unable to utter a single word as to who this man was and why does he resemble the man you’ve been seeing akin to a ghost. Moreover, why was he so hostile towards your lover? The gun in Haruchiyo’s hand was aimed at the man’s head whereas ‘Haitani’ pointed his at your husband’s chest. What the fuck was happening here?

“Did you actually think I won’t find you, Sanzu?” The stranger sneered, shaking his head slightly at your husband’s grim face. “Turns out you ain’t so slick in covering your tracks even after you went through all the trouble of faking your death.”

“How’d you find us?”

“That’s not important and you don’t deserve to know, fucker.” Spitting at the foot of Haruchiyo, Haitani hissed. Gun still aimed at your pink-haired lover who wasn’t all what he said he was. “Where is he? Where did you bury his body?”

B-body? Shooting your husband a bewildered stare, your legs shook at the information. Haruchiyo… killed somebody?

“I don’t know what you're talkin’ abou—”

“Haru, what is he saying? You killed someone?”

Gaze landing on you, Haruchiyo clicked his tongue. You didn't have to hear this. Why won't you just go to the bedroom and hide? Why weren't you cowering at the sight of Haitani Ran even if he was holding a gun? Why were you looking at him like that?

“Angel, don’t listen to him. Go back to the room.”

“Haru—”

“I said go back—”

“I know you killed Rindou, fucking bastard—kidnapping my girlfriend wasn't just enough for you, huh? What did you do to her? Drugged her? Enough to have her forget about me? But no, that wasn’t just what you did. You had to kill my brother too?” Yelping at the ear-piercing sound of the gun going off twice, bullet making a hole in the ceiling and on your husband's stomach, you ducked down as Haitani Ran slowly advanced at the now kneeling Haruchiyo. Clutching his gun wound. Madness etched across the older Haitani’s features. “Fucking talk or I’m shooting everyone in this room starting with you!”

Glancing at you a couple times, Haruchiyo then sighed and nodded in the direction of the back door. He couldn't risk losing you—he just can’t. Even if you were staring at him as if he grew a second head. All this time, he has been lying to you. Pretending to be your husband when your real lover was out there searching high and low. The revelations too hard for you to comprehend in one sitting, having fallen to your feet while horror colored your once confused features.

“Speak.” Haitani Ran aimed the gun at his head now, command having no room for bluff or second guesses. The pink-haired former executive of Bonten glanced up at Haitani Ran in disdain and overall, envy. Because even if Haruchiyo Sanzu deserved a happy ending, if you wanted to return to the arms of Ran, everything he did was meaningless from the start. The obvious verdict of fate now glaring at him more brightly since the day he laid eyes on you, curled up next to the older Haitani back in Tokyo. Back when your world used to revolve around Ran and not the fraud of a man Haruchiyo was.

You were never gonna love him.

“R-Rindou’s body is buried underneath the rose bushes.”

Another gunshot went off and this time, what followed after was complete silence.

🎐taglist: @wakaslut @ranilingus @bxnten @novaresque @festive @marism @wakasa-wifey @zuuki @stffychn @keijisprettygirl @cryptred @tobidabio @leavemealonebutinpink @blueparadis @kamisoria

[saltofmercury]

PART THREE OF THE BREAK IN PLEASE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🫠

Pairing: König x f!reader

A/N: Thank you for being patient! I liked writing this one a lot.

The Intruder part ii (but I love that you guys call it part 3 of the break in!!!)

I told you what I was, what I was capable of. His eerie voice replayed in your head.

It sent chills down your spine. It was almost a week later that you sat in your apartment contemplating what you had got yourself into.

There was no doubt in your mind König could’ve killed that man easily but in your mind you knew that wasn’t him that night. 

You thought about texting him but every time you reached for the phone, you pictured the man that let you go that night and who was hungry to kill another man in front of you.

Your heart was set on letting him battle whatever struggle he had by himself. You could only hope he would attempt to try to come back.

*

König laid awake at night thinking of the events that unraveled just a few hours ago. He had been set on killing the man that trespassed in his home with you in it. He was blocked. He couldn’t bring himself to think of any rational decision but to end the man’s life. He kept thinking about how you had heard the intruder before he did. Was he losing his touch?

Death came easy to him, his job which was once just the military, became Austrian special forces, then became KorTac, trained + hired mercenaries. His reality of work had meshed with his real life, again.

He sighed. He walked around his house. For some strange reason, his footsteps brought him to this door.

Inside his home, was an office that was tucked away on the other side of the house. This office was closed and off-limits. He really didn’t even think you knew about this room. 

A key was tucked away above the door frame.

He reached up and unlocked the door.

Inside the room was a bookshelf tucked into the right side wall. A large desk with a computer monitor placed neatly on top of it. The desk inside was dusty, König had not been inside this room for a while now. 

This office was his therapy room.

Across the bookshelf lay notebooks, workbooks, and different textbooks on self-help, conversation books, behavioral therapy books, relationship books, and books that he never even got to read because he thought for a while he was finally cured from whatever voice was living inside his head. 

He approached the binder at the end of the shelf. This binder was the year he met you. He stopped talking to his therapist this year thinking he was cured.

He stayed up and opened the notebook reading his progress.

There was a checklist of what he did this year.

-being able to greet someone good morning. (complete)

-being able to go on a walk around his neighborhood (complete)

-maintain eye contact with a stranger (complete)

- Shop at the grocery store during the day (failed)

- give the cute girl the grocery store his number (complete)

He stayed up until 7 in the morning.

He knew this voice inside his head was good at using those thoughts when he was outside on the battlefield, but when did he lose control of it when he was safe at home?

He turned on the monitor and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Amelie. 

*

The start of the second week had you hanging on by a thread. There was a dead end. No communication. You had tried to occupy yourself with work but ended up calling out sick. What usually makes you feel better? König. That wasn’t an option right now.

You busied yourself cleaning the apartment when your phone screen lit up. Sure enough, a message from him.

“Are you home?”

You bit your lip and gave in.

“Yes.”

Another message —

“I’m coming up.”

You felt nervous. You weren’t sure what or where you guys would stand after this. After all, he came back to you as someone else.

A gentle knock at the door, you ran over and opened it. Leaning against the door, König had worn the same mask he wore at night. He was dressed in a dark green flannel, black sweats, and running shoes.

You could smell the cologne on his body.

“Täubchen…” (dove) he looked at you, softly spoke your nickname. 

Your heart swooned at the pet name he had used for you. You missed him. His eyes looked red, worn out, and gloomy. 

You made space for him and walked over to the couch. You sat with both knees tucked under you at one end of the couch. König took the hint and sat on the other end of the couch.

He inhaled—

“I suppose I should start. I am the reason we are on a break.” He had started rubbing his thighs.

A break?

“I don’t think I came back the same after my last mission, I’m sorry for scaring you.” He exhaled.

“I think I brought a little bit of the mission back to our home and I shouldn’t have.” 

He looked up at you, his fingers were fidgeting. 

“While on this mission, someone took me by surprise and pulled my hood off.”

Your stomach dropped. Comfort and security had been stripped from him. You knew how much the mask meant to him. You yourself hadn’t asked to see his face until he was ready.

You bit your lip, kept looking at him, unsure of what to say next. 

“You don’t have to forgive me, but you should know I would never hurt you, I would never let anyone else even attempt to hurt you, and I think that’s why I turned so protective.”

“I know,” you said simply.

He stared up at you, bringing his hand close to you but flinching away, holding it into a fist.

“I wanted to tell you that I am working on it, and I promise you I am.”

“You are? How?”

“I just want you to know I am. I am seeing an old friend.”

You scoot closer to him and hold his hand.

“I know you would never hurt me. I’m glad you’re seeking help from whoever it is.”

Part of you seemed concerned but you trusted him. The same way you trusted him and put patience in him from the first date.

“Täubchen… I’m sorry, I can’t help what I am, but I can promise you to not bring that version of me when I am home.”

You smiled. It was a start.

He grabbed you, sat you on his lap, nuzzled his face in your neck.

“Can we stop being on a break now? I can’t sleep without you.”

[naokyunnn]

★ WHAT WOULD CANCEL BLUE LOCK BOYS IN THE INTERNET ★

with — Rin, Shidou, Sae, Nagi

basically just about what canceled people have done but its blue lock characters

cw: mentions of violence (shidou and sae) mentions of reo x nagi 😭 (they’re not in a relationship here just a online inside joke in their fandom)

disclaimer: all just headcanons, all of em never happened, not canon 🫡

★ RIN

just some random day his name was just trending on twitter and people just keep on saying that “Rin is a nepo baby but his brother is the famous one” — “he’s only famous because of his brother”

honestly got canceled for no reason and he doesn’t give a fuck

he would wear those shirt with a “nepo baby” text on it

he would also get alot of backlash about his behavior. “he doesn’t wave at his fans” “he doesn’t want to take pictures together” “he flip us off”

he would go live on insta and have the funniest response on his issues (and they’re mostly used on tiktok as reaction vids)

haters wont affect him if he’s the biggest hater in this planet 🫡

and also restored tweets literally just bashing some other soccer players

★ SHIDOU

mainly literally brawling with rin in the middle of their game

“why is he still on the team anyway” “i can’t believe ya’ll still support shitdou” “all this tiktok girlies will make edits of him being this violent, poor rin :((“

people (rin’s fans) hated his guts because he always pick a fight with rin

another mf who won’t give a fuck about the internet have to say

restored tweets. mostly just saying the most horny statement known to man

has cheating allegations too

“bro thinks he’s aiku 😂” — “are they real? HAHWJSHA” — “bro he gets girlfriends?”

he enjoys being a menace in the internet, he’s fine being a clown of it or whatever he just want to piss people off

★ SAE

being literally friends with shidou 😭😭

“no wonder he’s also a meanie”— “yall need to see someone if you guys find red flags like them hot😭”— “gahdam what’s wrong with his hair🤨”

he gets alot of hate already about his attitude

said a slur once

run over a paparazzi once with his luxurious car

but people find it really hard to hate him fully because he always get the best plays whenever he’s on the field, that at the end of the day more people still will be cheering for him

one of his big issue is literally having a own fight with his OWN brother

people think that’s too far already and feels sorry for rin

“poor guy no wonder why he’s so emo he have a brother like this” — “its always the older siblings” — “this whole soccer thing is turning into a drama”

★ NAGI

he has very overly obsessed fans

yep. i like to think that aside football, he also streams online to show off his gaming skills

doesn’t care about the hate comments he gets because he know that haters can’t be avoided when you’re famous. BUT HIS FANS ON THE OTHER HAND…

if you said something that he didn’t like the world will most likely know your address or something because his fans are gnna come for you

and his fans will probably bully tf out of his haters too 😭

“nagi stans are krazy bruh dont mess with them” — “those nagi stans need jail time 😬” — “nagi control ur fandom 😐 they’re ruining lives online”

will apologize on his fans behalf

has probably said something homophobic accidentally and didn’t know it was that offensive til he reads his chats

“ayo! HAHAHAHAH don’t you have a boyfriend?”— “reo collect ur man HAHAHA” — “bro why u said that 💀”

would apologize for the lack of knowledge

nagi: guys reo is not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend y’ll

thanks for reading lads

[dimepdf]

TAIYO MY LOVE I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED ERROR 143 TOO😭 PLS IM ON MY KNEES FOR SOME MICAH CONTENT FROM YOU (if you dont write for him just ignore this)

★  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

─── ☆ notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .

─── ☆ length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micah’s is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.

A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughts—mostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.

However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.

It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.

Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.

Oh brother, you had it bad. 

He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.

“Well don’t you look beautiful Angel,” his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen. 

You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.

“I should be telling you that.” His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home. 

Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.

Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool. 

Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension. 

“Oh my gosh hi,” you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, “did you miss me or something?” Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls. 

Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. “Hm maybe?” he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go. 

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours. 

You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact. 

You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.

Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. “Do you wanna go in now?” you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he says almost breathlessly.

Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy. 

Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm. 

Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.

The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.

When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought you’d be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner. 

Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.

You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.

It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try. 

The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.

Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie. 

And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.

You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.

But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.

The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there.  

His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light. 

You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.

So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.

The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin. 

Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared. 

You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours. 

It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink. 

When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. “Uh, thank you?” The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud. 

“Oh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss. 

You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.

The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micah’s hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams. 

“I kinda wanna leave,” you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.

His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer. 

You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. “Don't you wanna finish the movie first?” His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you. 

“I kinda wanna suck your dick though,” you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micah’s eyes widened. 

His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. “Unless you want me to do it here?”

Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen. 

Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen. 

You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection. 

There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him. 

Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand. 

The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. “It's big,” you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.

“Oh my fucking god.” Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control. 

Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. “Can I put my mouth on it?” 

You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. “Please.” he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.

And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth. 

Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him. 

It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth. 

Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.

The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.

But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldn’t help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.

His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face. 

A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him. 

It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze. 

Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him. 

The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. “Oh, you’re hard again.”

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you keep.... writing moments.... where I literally have to put down my phone.... and brace myself. reader pressing answer???? GIRL WHAT??? poor fucking amy holy s h it but it had to come out somehow I guess 😭 (also rooster telling her not to act like a child and her not having any of that shit GOOD)

Trouble in Paradise | 1.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), angst angst angst angst angst, smut, pinv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, voyeurism maybe ??, Bradley Bradshaw being an emotionally stunted v damaged man x

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“Oh my fucking god,” Kit gasps, standing so close behind you now that you almost drop and shatter the bottle of vodka you’re holding. You gasp and spin to face her, expecting danger from the urgency in her tone. Instead of danger, you follow her gaze to find Jake. “It’s the hot one!”

Jake from the bar. Rooster’s friend. He’s wearing sunglasses and a plain black T-shirt, browsing the beers.

“He has a name, Kit.”

“Yeah, but he’s so hot I feel like it’s just more fitting.” She breathes out, swooning over him in every sense of the word as she leans her arms forward over the counter. She had started a new job in a liquor store a few days ago. You had just stopped by to check out how she was getting on. But, gossiping and other stuff had had you here for the past hour. You’re sitting on the counter beside the register with your phone in your hand.

“I think he’s seeing someone.”

“I don’t mind.” Kit leans her chin on her fist as she bends over the counter, craning her neck to keep her eyes on him as he disappears out of her view, behind a display.

“You would so mind, you’re too jealous for that.” You scoff, setting your phone down and looking back at her. She shakes her head,

“You know I’ve been cheated on eight times? Maybe it’s my turn to be the other woman,” You know that she’s joking, so you laugh. “The other woman is in a way better position, all the sex, all the fun, none of the heartbreak.”

“I mean — I think they get their hearts broken too.” You point out. The last time she was cheated on, the girl had truly had no idea he had had a girlfriend. It wasn’t her fault in the slightest. She was one of your close friends now, actually.

“Yeah,” Kit sighs, shaking her head, “It’s always the men who wind up fine. Assholes.”

You laugh again. Kit slaps your side and nods her head. You look, finding Jake headed towards the register. You smile and wave at him.

He pushes his sunglasses up onto his head as he sets the beers down on the counter, forgetting the shiner that Rooster left him with before he headed home. Jake won that fight, but Rooster is a strong son of a bitch and got one good hit in before they were pulled apart.

“Ladies. How’s it going?” He has his car keys and his phone in a hand. He checks his watch like he’s in a hurry.

“So good.” Kit answers quickly. You and Jake turn to give her the same ‘really?’ look. She’s unashamed.

“Not bad. What happened to your eye?” You ask. Jake knew he wasn’t going to be able to dodge that one. He shakes his head,

“Pilot shit. I’ll tell you all about the really cool, heroic story once I’ve crafted it in my head.”

You laugh softly. Kit leans further onto the counter and laughs louder, beaming at him. Jake smiles at her politely, then shoots you a look. Rooster definitely got the normal one.

“Just walked into a medicine cabinet.” He says it like he’s admitting the truth. You both believe him because why wouldn’t you?

“I’ve never wanted to be a medicine cabinet so bad.” Kit whispers to you like Jake isn’t literally on the other side of the counter. He smiles, then shoots you a look.

“Anyway… you guys coming to the party tonight?” Jake asks as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket. You both shrug, clearly completely unaware of whatever he’s inviting you to. “Civilian barbecue off base? They’re holding it at that spot on the beach next to the harbour museum. Rooster’ll be there — he’s getting an award.”

“He is?” You blurt, brows furrowed slightly. Rooster had said that he wouldn’t be able to hang out tonight because he would be tired from his flight. You had understood. He hadn’t said anything about an award or a party.

Truthfully, he was only planning on ducking in to get his award and then leaving.

“What, he didn’t mention?” Jake’s stirring the pot and he knows it, but it’s nothing that Rooster doesn’t deserve. Kit looks at you, scrunching her brows together slightly. You shrug and shake your head.

“Well, you guys can be my guests. It’ll be a good time.” He smiles at you as he hands some bills over for his beers. “I’m sure Rooster will be happy to see you there anyway.”

Kit grins. You aren’t so sure. But, you’re pissed that he didn’t tell you he’s getting an award.

“See you ladies tonight at 8.” Jake winks, grabbing his crate and wiggling his fingers in a half wave. The two of you watch him leave, headed out to a nice rental car in the parking lot.

Kit nudges your elbow with hers and scrunches her brows at you once more, “Weird that Rooster didn’t mention it, huh?”

You don’t answer. It might as well be rhetorical. It’s not like him to keep things from you. But, you ignore it. It’s one of the rare nights that Ella isn’t working. You bring her along too. You text Rooster ahead of time to let him know that you’re coming, he spends the afternoon pacing his room and trying not to get into another fight with Jake.

Admiral Bates had missed the last fight and no one had snitched so far, but Bradley wasn’t trying to make a habit out of it.

You show up just after eight with your friends. Well, a little after that. Closer to nine and already a little tipsy.

“Holy shit, there’s a lot of families here.” Ella whispers. She regrets her outfit suddenly. None of you are dressed particularly conservatively. You don’t regret the way that you’re dressed at all.

You stop listening, looking around the crowd. Rooster’s standing by the bar, nursing a beer, deep in conversation with Berlin.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” You announce, heading for the bar before waiting for another word from them. Rooster’s standing with his back to the side you’re approaching from, so he doesn’t notice until you’ve already looped one arm through his and kissed his clothed shoulder.

He looks between you and Berlin, then smiles politely at you. There’s no other word for it. There’s simply no affection at all in the way that he looks at you.

“Oh — hey,” He says quietly, taking his arm from yours and instead placing a hand on your shoulder, “Berlin, this is my, uh — she’s a friend.”

You scrunch your brows as him as you lean into his side, “Really close friend.” Berlin laughs, introduces himself and offers to get you a drink. You’ve met guys’ friends before — it always pays to make a good first impression. Rooster shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and watches.

He’s been thinking about what to say to you for the last twenty four hours. He has come to the conclusion that this has to end.

It isn’t fair to Amy that he just slept with her and came back here to you.

He looks you over as you make conversation with Berlin. You’re giggling, he’s enthusiastically telling a story about work. Swaying your hips ever so slightly to the music blaring. It’s so��� loud in here that Berlin has to lean in slightly for you to hear him. You couldn’t be more polite about the way you’re engaging with him. Rooster doesn’t like the way you’re leaning into his chest but smiling at Berlin.

He places his hand on the small of your back. His thumb strokes over bare skin, prompting him to look down and examine your outfit more closely. A white mini skirt, heels, a black shirt up top — Rooster would call it a tank top, but it seems too small to qualify.

He doesn’t like the way he knows that Berlin can see down that skimpy little top you’ve shown up in. Rooster watches as Berlin’s eyes flicker downward for just a moment. He can’t stand it.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Rooster interrupts. Both you and Berlin turn your heads, surprised that he interjected like that.

His hand wraps around your wrist.

Your brows furrow slightly as you look between him and his friend. You frown, confused.

“Uh… okay. Sorry, excus—“

Rooster tugs at your arm before you have a chance to really apologise to Berlin. You follow behind, not that you have much of a choice with his hold on your arm.

This isn’t like him. Maybe something happened while he was back home. You rationalise, a million thoughts running through your head at once as Rooster guides you through the bar.

“Um, ow.” You complain, pulling your wrist free from his grip. Rooster turns towards you, his face serious as he reaches out and curls his fingers around your wrist, much more delicately this time.

You’re standing near the bathrooms, this is one of the more quiet places in the venue. This will do.

“I’m sorry.” It’s quiet enough here that Rooster doesn’t have to yell for you to hear him. In fact, there’s an almost gentleness to his voice that has you even more worried than before. You have a feeling that he’s sorry for more than just squeezing your wrist too tight.

You don’t want to do this now. You can’t have this conversation here.

You step forward and push up onto your tiptoes, curling your fingers in his shirt as you kiss him. He stumbles, surprised by the action, his back hitting the wall behind him.

He presses his hand to the small of your back, weak for just a moment before he turns his head and sighs, “Wait, I just… I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t want to talk,” Maybe that’s the tequila you had back at your place speaking. You hope it is. “Missed you.”

Your lips press softly to his neck as you breathe him in. The familiarity of his scent makes your entire body just want to melt into him. You press your body firmly against his.

Rooster’s too tense. You get it, it must have been a stressful weekend. He doesn’t relax as you trail delicate kisses along the length of his throat.

“Baby,” Rooster’s fingers curl around your hips and nudge you back. “Stop — this - I have to say this.”

Whatever it is he’s trying to say, you have a feeling that you don’t really want to hear it. You stand there, a couple of inches back from him, those pretty doe eyes just looking him over. You make no effort to hide the concern in your face.

As much as you’re apprehensive to hear what he has to say, he’s apprehensive about saying it. Watching you, the way you’ve trusted him so far and the way that you were so happy to see him now, he isn’t sure that he has the willpower to ruin this today.

You press your chest to his once more, slipping your hand just under the hem of his t-shirt, brushing your fingertips along his v-line until you touch the waistband of his boxers just above his jeans.

“Baby… can you just— fuck, I’m serious… we need to talk.”

“We can talk,” You agree, mischief dripping from your tongue as you lift your head and giggle softly, pressing your mouth the curve of his jaw. “After.”

“Can you just stop being such a child for five fucking minutes?” Rooster snaps.

Snaps is truly the only word for it. He brushes you off of him, steps forward, voice raised and shoulders squared. You stumble back.

A look of hurt flashes across your features. The same look he’s seen thousands of time on Amy’s face.

That gorgeous, playful smile, replaced by a look that he’s starting to think is reserved only for him. Your smile falls, lips parting. His words knock you back, though your feet stay planted. Your brows knit together and raise, eyes staring into his deeply as you process the venom he has just spit.

The hurt only surfaces for a moment before it’s concealed and pushed down deep inside. You swallow the lump in your throat before you dare speak to him. There’s no way in hell you’re going to let him hear your voice tremble.

He’s doing it again. He’s hurting you this time. Rooster wishes he could shut down whichever part of his brain took charge in this moments. Whichever part of his brain that always knew exactly what to say to sting someone the most.

He can’t stand it. He wants to reach out and touch you, to apologise and beg forgiveness. Rooster can’t stand that look in your eyes. Knowing that he’s the cause.

“Baby…” He reaches his hand out for yours. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

You’ve been hurt before. You’ll probably be hurt again. Your heart just sank into the pit of your stomach and your hands are trembling. But he’ll never know that.

“Didn’t you?” You challenge. Rooster’s brows tighten. He’s surprised. You step forward and push hard at his chest until he hits the wall behind him. “Fucking asshole.”

You turn away from him.

Rooster pushes himself upright and catches your hand before you have a chance to disappear into the crowd.

“Baby,” He tugs softly at your arm, curling his fingers tighter around your palm as you try to wriggle free of his grasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just wanted—“

You round on him suddenly, pushing hard against his chest again. This time he hits the door to the women’s bathroom behind him.

“Don’t think for one second that you’re better than me just because you’re older, Bradshaw,” You push your index finger accusingly against his chest. His gaze flickers down between your hand and your face.

“I’m smart. I’m funny. I’m mature.” You punctuate each word with a jab at his chest. Bradley nods his head hurriedly, like he truly agrees with you. “And I’m sick of assholes like you underestimating me!”

Bradley lifts his hand and cups your cheek in his palm, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

His thumb strokes over the soft plain of your cheek as he steps towards you, “I shouldn’t have said it, I just wanted you to listen to me. It’s not an excuse, but-“

You close your fist and hit it against his pec, he lets you, still touching your face tenderly, “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

He steps closer again, closing the distance between your bodies, “I won’t. I promise. I’m so sorry.”

You let out a soft breath, looking down at the ground between you. Rooster’s arms slide around you, pulling you against his chest. Your hands grab his waist. He kisses your temple.

The moment that you lift your head, he presses his mouth to yours. You press your body to his, knocking him backwards into the door behind him. Rooster’s hands leave your body for just a moment, conscious that anyone could round the corner and spot the two of you.

He grabs the door handle and twists it open, keeping you pressed firmly against him as he tugs you inside. You press harder into him, gasping softly as you’re pressed to the other side of the door. He locks it behind you.

You tug at his belt, pulling leather from loops, hands working feverishly at the buckle. He drops his mouth down to your neck, the other hand bracing himself on the door above your head. He groans softly as you push your hips forward against his, popping open the button on his jeans.

“I fucking missed you so much.” He admits against your collarbone. It scares him, how much he means it. It delights you. He doesn’t want this to stop.

Rooster’s hands skim down your sides, grabbing at your thighs and tugging you up into his arms. You hook your legs around his waist, sliding your hands up into his hair as his lips meet yours harder than before.

He plants you on the counter, tugging your skirt up until it’s scrunched up around your middle. He grabs your hips, dropping to his knees, guiding your thighs over his shoulders.

Your fingers tug at his curls as your hand hits the mirror behind you, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck, Rooster.” Your let your head lull back against the mirror, moaning softly as he buries his face between your legs. Pretty lacy underwear pushed to the side and his tongue teasing between your folds.

His hands grab at your thighs, squeezing tightly. This isn’t how he planned for tonight to go. At no point this afternoon did he see himself on his knees in the women’s bathroom, eating pussy like a man starved. So much for ending things. So much for finally being faithful. It occurs to him for a moment that he could simply blame Amy for all of this.

If she hadn’t left him in the first place, he never would’ve fallen into your arms. But — chance after chance has arisen for him to fix things, this isn’t her fault anymore. It’s just him being weak.

Rooster doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he knows that he isn’t going to be able to stop this.

He groans softly against your clit, two fingers filling you and curling expertly against your g-spot. You’re gasping for air, arching your back, gripping the edge of the counter to steady yourself.

“I’m…” You pause to take in a sharp breath, “Gonna cum, don’t stop.”

Rooster palms a hand over his boxers as you tug at his roots. He’s glad the music is still blaring outside. He hopes there isn’t anyone outside the door close enough to hear the borderline pornographic sounds spilling from your lips.

His lips are on yours as the aftershocks are still vibrating through your body. You’re so glad he’s back. You’re so glad he’s here. That he’s touching you.

“Need to feel you.” Bradley breathes out, tugging your hips closer until they’re right at the edge of the counter. Your hand hits the mirror as you try to catch yourself. Your other hand curls in his shirt as you nod feverishly, pushing the fabric up to expose his muscled stomach.

He takes the hint and grabs a fistful of cotton from behind his neck, tugging it over his head and dropping it onto the other side of the counter. You grab the back of his neck, moaning softly as his tongue glides against yours.

You pull him closer by the waistband of his jeans. There’s no need for your mouth to leave his as he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one, just enough to free his aching cock.

“God, honey,” He whispers, kissing your temple and leaning his forehead against your hair as you stroke his cock. You hmm, guiding his cock between your legs and dragging his tip between your folds. “Shit, you’re so wet for me.”

“All for you.” You answer, kissing him lazily. He grabs your hips, pushing slowly into you. You both gasp softly, lips inches apart, until he’s buried fully into you.

Rooster wraps both arms around your body and cradles you against him, starting to roll his hips slowly as he works himself into you. Your head lulls back as soft moans spill from your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” He brushes your hair back delicately off of your face, kissing your jaw, “Thank you. For coming tonight. I’m so glad you’re here.”

You grab at his shoulder desperately as his cock drives deeper into you. His eyes flutter shut as you moan against his earlobe. He knows it’s bad. He hears this sound in his dreams now. He’s so fucked.

It doesn’t matter. You’re so happy to hear him say it finally. You knew he would be happy once he saw you. He always is.

His lips part subconsciously as he looks down and watches himself rocking in and out of you. He rests his forehead against yours, grabbing tighter at your hips.

You toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck, still trembling from the intensity of your first orgasm as he fucks you towards your second.

“Fuck.” Rooster punctuates. He grits his teeth, trying desperately to show some restraint for once. It’s bad enough that he’s here, doing this — he can’t risk one of his superiors overhear him. He’s driving into you, hard and deep to make up for the pace. It’s impossible to fuck fast without the sound of slapping skin giving him away.

You gasp and grab tightly at his shoulder to steady yourself. You kiss his collarbone, turning his chin to watch as you trail your tongue along the chain of his dog tags, ending with a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his nipple.

His hand slides up your back and curls into your hair, tugging softly at your roots. You retaliate by pressing your nails into the tanned muscles of his back, dragging them along his skin until they’re at the waistband of his jeans.

Your brows furrowed slightly. You swallow hard, grabbing onto his back for leverage, gasping for air. “I-Is someone calling you?”

“Ignore it.” He mutters, his lips all over your neck and shoulders. He pushes the strap of your shirt off of your shoulder for better access.

You know what that means. You dip your hand into his back pocket and lift the phone. Amy. You stare at her contact photo. She looks like her Facebook photos for the most part, but so much more beautiful in this particular picture.

It’s like this particular photo was captured through his lens. Like she’s more beautiful in this because that’s how she always has looked to him.

Rooster reaches back and takes the phone from your hand, he drops it haphazardly onto the counter and intwines his fingers with yours.

“Baby, forget it,” He mumbles, kissing you hard again, driving himself deeper into you and making you gasp. He squeezes your hand once and then lets go to instead cup your cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me.”

You want to. He’s so handsome, even under the purple neons of the bathroom lighting. Your fingertips graze over the scars on his cheek as he kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. It’s like he’s reminding you that he’s yours.

But he isn’t. You can’t help but think it as you glance over to see that she has stopped calling. Long enough for you to moan softly, focusing on how good it feels to have him filling you. He’s relieved to feel you relax into him.

“That’s it, baby.” His hands are back on your hips, his lips on your jaw. You grab onto his bicep, the other hand bracing yourself on the counter. You arch your chest up into his, feeling that growing tension building in your stomach.

Your eyes blink open at the soft sound of buzzing once again. There she is again. Smiling at you from the snow on the background of his phone.

Rooster feels that you’re distracted. His lips move from your jaw down your throat, fingers curling into your hair as he sucks feverish kisses into your skin.

“Just ignore it, she’ll stop.” Bradley murmurs against your throat, nudging your jaw back and pressing his tongue firmly against your skin as he sucks warm kisses against your neck.

It’s the fact that he knows exactly who’s calling and knows exactly how you feel about it, but does nothing to reassure you. Just keeps on driving himself into you and kissing you throat.

Your eyes are still focused on her name on the screen. Amy. The photo of her in the snow. The pure joy on her face. The way that you smile when he’s around plays on your mind. The way she used to smile with him — or still does. The hours of time they’ve spent on the phone together this week alone.

Kit’s words play over and over in your mind. I’d do something to show that bitch that he’s mine now. You gasp softly as he thrusts deeper into you, his hands gripping your waist tight.

His face is still buried against your neck as he leaves a flurry of kisses against your skin.

You reach out and press that green button like you’re on autopilot. The call begins. The music from the club and the sounds of his groans are enough to drown out any chance of him hearing the soft ‘Bradley? — Hello?’ that comes from the phone.

You slide your fingers up into his hair, grabbing a fistful of his curls and turning his head, pressing your lips furiously to his.

“Fuck, baby,” He mumbles against your mouth, pulling your hips closer, pushing you hard against the mirror behind you as he drives his cock hard into you. You moan out, whimpering softly.

You watch as the timer on the call ticks up. Eight seconds. She’s still on the line. Then you lift your gaze and look him in the eye.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. So good, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He murmurs affectionately, eyes hooded with lust as he looks over your features. You lift your head more and kiss his jaw, then rest your head back against the mirror.

Lips parted, eyes on his, moaning his name softly. He growls, fingers digging tighter into your hips. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest and he can’t tell at all.

The adrenaline has you even more cock-drunk than usual. Your eyes are hooded lustfully as you arch your chest up, angling your hips so that he can drive himself deeper again. His hips stutter slightly.

“Harder.” You demand, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Batting those pretty eyelashes at him. He grunts, the shakes his head,

“Baby, someone’s gonna hear us.” Your heart skips a beat as you glance back down at his phone. Timer’s still ticking. Someone already has, what’s a few more?

Your fingers curl around the nape of his neck. He watches you, all desperate and doe-eyed, as you whine out gently and bat your lashes up at him. “Please, daddy. Please.”

Bradley Bradshaw is a weak, weak man. That’s all it takes. You gasp as his palm hits the mirror behind your head. The force is great enough that you think for a minute that he might’ve cracked it. He grunts out, keeping one hand tight on your hip. Your hands splay out on the counter top behind you, catching yourself, moaning loud as he fills you impossibly deeper.

His pace is furious, enough to have you cry out his name desperately, eyes squeezing shut. His arms slide around your body, hugging you tight against him so that he can pound into you without risk of knocking you into that mirror.

Your intention was to keep talking dirty, but all you can manage are gasping cries as he drives himself into you. He groans out, squeezing your body tighter against him.

You can barely keep your eyes open, but you manage just long enough to confirm that she’s still there. She is. Still listening. A sick part of you hopes she can hear everything well. She can.

“Taking it so fucking well, baby girl,” Bradley’s voice is clear enough — you hope she can hear it. You moan pathetically against his bare chest. “Feels so good. I’m so close.”

You glance back down at the phone screen as he kisses your neck. She’s still there.

“Cum in me,” You pant out, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. You let go and grab his dog tags instead, looking him dead on the eye.

He hesitates, hips stuttering. He pants out, rutting himself deep into you, eyes still locked firmly on yours. You think back to a few months ago when you were so shy of how he looked at you during sex. Now, it just makes you feel so powerful. You know that you’re the only thing on his mind. “Please, Daddy. Want you to cum in me. I need it so bad.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” He’s a weak, weak, weak man. It’s practically a whimper that spills from his lips as he curls a fist into your hair and tugs hard. You cry out, grabbing harder onto the firm muscle of his shoulder to ground yourself.

He’s panting hard, trying to catch his breath, pressing lazy, purposeful kisses to your temple. Your lips are parted, breathing hard, as you stare at his phone. It’s just his home screen now. She hung up.

The fact that she ended the call gives you a strangely fulfilling sense of pride. Now you know that she was actually on the other end the entire time. That she heard everything. That some part of it was just too much to bare. You hope it was what you just asked of him. You hope she knows that he’s going to. That she’s the furthest thing from his mind right now.

Rooster brushes a hand over the top of your hair, letting out a heavy breath as he kisses the corner of your mouth, “You have no idea what you do to me, baby girl.”

He murmurs it with such affection. You trail your fingertips along the slightly sweat-glistened skin of his shoulder and up the nape of his neck into his hair. You stare up at him, awestruck. The neon purple glow of this bathroom really agrees with him. You can see each ridge of the slightly raised scar tissue on his cheek, the soft pout of his lips, that perpetual puppy-dog gaze. Even when he’s pounding you as hard as he is.

You’re finally there. After several instances of rising and ebbing away, your eyes squeeze tightly shut and your hand curls tightly around the tape of his neck, leaving red crescent moon shapes in his tanned skin as he fucks you through your orgasm. Then, you’re blinking hard and catching your breath when you meet those beautiful brown eyes again.

It makes you think of those sad brown eyes hidden behind those cool-guy sunglasses on the first day you met him. He looks happier now. He’s happier with you. You don’t feel bad about what you did.

He growls, tugging hard at your roots as he buries himself deep into you, his other arm snug around your waist and holding you flush against him as his cum fills you.

Your fingertips stroke softly as his scalp, running through his hair as you take in his sleepy, post-climax smile. He kisses your lips, strokes his thumb over your flushed cheeks.

There’s an almost silence as he stares at you. If you ignore both of your soft panting and the still blaring music from outside. There’s so much to read in those pretty eyes. So much he’s telling you without speaking.

His lips are parted. His tongue darts out to wet them. His eyes flicker between yours. He has no idea what to say. He can’t find the right words. You know what he’s thinking. You beat him to it.

“I love you.”

You say softly, then push yourself up and kiss his lips. Rooster doesn’t hesitate for a second — most guys’ instinct would be to freeze. Not his.

He curls his fingers around the nape of your neck and kisses you hard. Part of him hopes you’ll never pull back, so he doesn’t have to see the look on your face when he decides not to say it back. He can’t bare for this to end. He savours his final moments of knowing that you love him, knowing that you’re desperately hoping that he loves you too.

He hopes that you change your mind about that.

He doesn’t love you. He has already decided that. He decided it on the flight home. He hadn’t quite made up his mind when he was in Amy’s bed last night, but he knew the decision had to be made before he saw you again.

He doesn’t. He loves Amy. Amy is his plan, his future, his bride — you’re just a girl he’ll struggle to remember the name of in his retirement. But he knows deep down he’ll never be able to forget.

“You’re drunk.” He answers against your lips.

So is he. You’re not even drunk, just on the right side of tipsy. Just brave enough to have said that to him. Not drunk enough to notice the way his entire demeanour has just changed.

Too sober to pretend that this doesn’t hurt.

“Come on,” He kisses your temple once he’s done kissing your mouth. “They’re gonna come looking for us.”

You watch as he grabs his shirt and turns away to put it on.

The way that he purposely avoids meeting your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. Even with the amount of alcohol in your system, that hurts. It’s just a couple of words — he’ll say it when he’s ready. You promise yourself that. You fix yourself up and tug your skirt back down as he slips his shirt over his head with his back to you, your nail marks still red on his back.

He grabs his phone from the counter and slips it into his back pocket. Still with no idea. He unlocks the door and steps out of the way for you to leave first. You do, but wait for him before joining the party once more.

Rooster doesn’t look at you as he passes. You slide your hand into his as he walks towards the dance floor, unable to focus on anything else as he squeezes your palm and drops it quickly, opting to grab your bicep to keep you near him instead. Maybe hand holding is too intimate now.

His grip is too tight, uncomfortable. It feels like you’re in trouble.

Feels like you’re a little kid in trouble. Your heart has sunken further than your stomach — it feels like you’re kicking it along the floor with you as you struggle to keep up with him now.

You’re functioning on autopilot as you try to process the mess you’ve just gotten yourself into now.

You gasp, feeling hands wrap tight around your shoulders with enough force to almost knock you off of your feet.

Kit squeals and wraps her arms around you from behind, making you stumble. Rooster turns, feeling resistance against his grip on your arm, watching as she kisses your cheek drunkenly and turns you to face her. He drops your arm and takes a step back.

She begins to babble, over-excited and a little too loud about something that you missed. She’s asking you where you went, telling you what happened, asking if you saw what went down. Your brain struggles to keep up now.

The encounter with Rooster was frustratingly sobering. Like a slap to the face. But you feel drunk now that you’re looking at Kit. Like you’re going to pass out and puke at the same time. Maybe not because of the alcohol.

Kit’s smile falters slightly as she realises that you aren’t matching her energy. Rooster observes the concern flash across her features the moment she notices that something is up. She notices before he does. Maybe he’s a little drunk too.

He had started drinking early too, just to give himself the confidence to turn up.

“Are you okay?” Kit asks, glancing between you and Rooster. You shrug, embarrassed, ashamed. Rejected.

“Think I just want to go home.” You tell her just loud enough for her to hear. Rooster doesn’t hear you say it. Kit looks towards Rooster again, understanding from that sentence that he is not invited back with you. From the look on her face, Rooster understands the same.

Kit nods quickly, springing into action. This is a code red — about as code red as a code red gets, “Sure. Let me grab Ella, she’s getting mauled by the bar. I’ll meet you outside?”

You nod your head at her. You’re forcing your motor functions to keep up. Trying to keep your head nodding rather than spinning. Trying to pretend your throat doesn’t ache with the weight of the lump that’s sitting in it right now. Rooster isn’t doing anything. He’s just standing and observing, knowing that he’s the cause of all of this. He doesn’t know how he feels.

Regret? — Maybe. Guilt? — Obviously. Fear?— Of course. Shame? — More than ever. Love? — Not an option.

Kit squeezes your hand and rushes off to grab your roommate. You’re standing, still facing her direction because you can’t think of anything worse than having to look into those puppy-dog eyes again.

“Baby…” Bradley reaches out for you.

You flinch, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder. He doesn’t get to see you cry. Or puke. Or pass out. You don’t want him to know how stepped on your heart feels, so — you turn your head and look at him one last time.

Even he doesn’t know what he’s going to say.

“Get home safe.” It’s such a cold thing for him to say, and he knows that. He thought about it, mulled it over, and chose to say it anyway. It hits you harder than you would care to admit.

He watches as you press your lips together. You take a deep breath, then nod your head and turn quickly away.

A muscle in Rooster’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t want to watch you leave so he turns his head. His gaze meets Jake’s. Jake’s over by the grill, chatting to some Admiral. They both are aware that Jake just witnessed that entire interaction.

Rooster’s surprised to find that it isn’t smugness on Jake’s face, but instead something that almost resembles sympathy. Jake doesn’t sympathise with Rooster, but he does feel bad that you’re caught in the crossfire of the shitstorm that is Bradley Bradshaw’s life. He has a feeling you don’t deserve this.

Rooster turns his head quickly away. In the crowd, he finds Ella staring at him. She’s by the bar, Kit’s in front of her, babbling. It occurs to him that Kit is telling Ella what has happened. Ella’s lips part, eyes going wide.

Rooster has a view of their side profile. Kit’s talking so fast that he can’t make out what she’s saying. He does, however, catch as she says: “I don’t know, but I think it’s really bad.” Oh, it is.

Ella grabs her friend’s wrist and turns quickly. They both make a beeline for the door. Leaving behind drinks and conversations without a second thought.

Rooster hasn’t ever had someone love him like the people in your life love you. He stands there for longer than he would care to admit. Still unsure of which emotion drove him to fuck up as badly as he did tonight.

Unaware of how much worse it’s going to be when he wakes up tomorrow.

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hey can i request? asshole king!steve harrington x popular!reader with some real angst with unrequited love trope.. so y/n is in love with steve for years shes practically attached to him anywhere he goes annoying him cheering him up its embarassing and all but he never respond or look in her way rejecting her in harsh way or something like that and instead went for another girl in front of her eyes then one day she just done with him and get herself a boyfriend or something and when steve found out he realized he fucked up and he regret it he tries to win her back but shes not going back or you decide the ending lol smndksksd pls this is shitty but i just need some good unrequited love angst that hurts the most 😭 no pressure tho love u so much ur an icon <3<3<3

Oh absolutely!!! And this is not shitty whatsoever, I love this plot idea and I try to do it justice.

If this isn't what you wanted please let me know so I can rewrite it :)

We are going to pretend Eddie was very involved in Steve's years in highschool for this.

Steve x Reader,Reader x Billy

I want to mention that I know some people do not like the character of Billy Hargrove and may be uncomfortable with the reading being involved with him. So if you wish to read this but want a different character let me know and I can create an alternate version with no Billy!

In this post we are going to act like Billy is a new guy with a clean slate. And he's not an asshole :)

Y/N did not make it a secret that she was infatuated with Steve Harrington. She made it very obvious she adored him and had a massive schoolgirl crush on him. But he never gave her the time of day. It hurt her, she will admit, but you are never supposed to give up on love, right?

So when she asks him about his day, she'll ignore the eye roll he gives as he answers. When she asks to be his partner for projects, she'll ignore him when he lies to say he already has a partner. When she holds open the door for him, she'll ignore the glare sent her way. When she tries to sit next to him in the cafeteria, she'll ignore him when he slams down his backpack to cover the spot. She'll have a tight smile and sit next to Tammy. All these things she could easily ignore, all because she loved him.

Things were getting ugly when Billy Hargrove came into the picture. Y/N could tell Steve was getting angry with this new guy. Billy was trying hard to dethrone King Steve and take the title for himself. It was slowly working.

Billy was making Steve look like an idiot on the basketball court. He was running circles around him all day long. Glares and harsh words were being thrown at each other. At one point, Billy shoved Steve to the ground to take the ball. Y/N was watching from the other side and quickly ran over to check on him. As she kneeled next to him and offered her hand, "Hey, are you okay?"

As usual, Steve answered with an eye roll and moved away from her hand. "Leave me alone." He jumped up and returned to the game. Yeah, she was a little embarrassed to be bluntly rejected in the middle of gym class, but hey, that's what she's used to when it comes to Steve.

But as she was getting up, a body stood over hers with a hand stretched forward. She looked up and made eye contact with beautiful blue eyes. Her cheeks blushed at the smirk on the boy's face. "Let me help you up, gorgeous." She grasped his hand and let him pull her up to her feet. With quick exchanged smiles, they went opposite ways.

Another day, another conflict between Steve and Billy. Steve was hosting his usual Halloween party, and dancing around with Nancy. He heard screams and chants of "Billy. Billy. Billy" and he knew exactly who showed up. His body stiffened when the man himself walked up to him. His beer-coated chest was shown off through his unbuttoned shirt.

Y/N watched with her usual observing gaze. Even if Steve didn't like her, she'd always watch out for him. She knew he didn't have a good relationship with his parents. He was alone, and she wanted to fix that. She watched as the guys seemed to be arguing, and a sudden punch landed on Billy's right eye. Steve had just poked the bear, and Y/N knew he was going to pay the price. She watched as Nancy stood, drinking and not diffusing the situation. The music stopped as Billy landed a blow to Steve's stomach. His knees hit the floor within seconds. As usual, Y/N quickly ran over to drop next to him. Before any words could make it out of her mouth, Steve was beating her to it.

This was the first time he had ever looked directly into her eyes. She could see all the different types of browns swimming around. Her heart quickened but shattered just as fast when Steve's eyes went into splints. Angered and annoyed, he was spitting right in her face, "I told you to leave me the fuck alone. Why don't you get that? "

And he puffed out his chest and got up to walk to the bathroom. Billy was long gone, and Nancy was watching the pair closely. Embarrassed yet again, Y/N brushed it off. As she got up, she noticed Nancy going after Steve. Y/N felt a soft smile graze her face, happy to know someone was going to take care of Steve tonight at least.

A few minutes passed as she stood outside, smoking a cigarette. Her eyes looked up and landed on the same blue eyes, already staring back. She sent an inviting smile that he gladly took advantage of. He walked over and took out his own cigarette and lighter. He lit it up and inhaled the taste. He looked over at her again.

Billy truly thought she was beautiful. She looked like she didn't even have to try; she barely wore makeup. She wore cute outfits to school. She is popular; that's a given. But he could tell she'd look gorgeous in a hoodie and sweatpants, if he ever got to see it. He didn't notice he was staring for a decent amount of time until he felt the sting of his cigarette burning the tips of his fingers. He quickly threw it on the grass and stomped it out. A giggle caused him to look up, a questioning expression on his face as he looked at her.

"You totally just wasted that whole stick just because you were staring." She was teasing, but she couldn't lie that butterflies were storming up inside of her. This gorgeous guy, who could be doing many things with anyone here, was standing next to her and just staring at her. She felt beautiful.

The burning stares were caught off guard when she saw Steve slamming the back door and stomping towards the edge of his pool. She could practically see steam flying out of his ears. But she noticed his shoulders were slumped, a sign he was upset.

She looked over at Billy with an excuse on her lips. He seemed like he understood and watched her walk over to place a hand on Steve's shoulder. He didn't understand what was going on between them. They seemed to be into each other, but he takes account of all the times he's seen Steve blow her off. He always felt bad for her when her cheeks would flare up with her head down. He doesn't understand why Steve would treat her so horribly when she was like an angel to him.

Steve felt a hand on his shoulder. The familiar touch sent heat into his body, and he knew exactly who it was. He felt her body sit next to him. With a soft touch to his knee, she asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it? "

Steve knew she was being nice, and she doesn't deserve the way he treats her. But the alcohol, anger, and sadness took over his mind and picked out his words for him. Before he knew it, he was staring into her eyes again. He felt like he was receiving another punch in his gut when he saw that familiar adoration shown through her eyes. He hated it. He doesn't deserve to be looked at like that.

"God, how many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? No, I don't want to fucking talk about how my girlfriend just broke up with me because she isn't even in love with me. I don't want to talk about this fucking Billy Hargrove coming to steal the one thing I own in this school. I'm King Steve, and that's all I have. And if he wins and gets to take them from me, I will have nothing and will be nothing. So you and your little touches, sorry filled eyes, and comforting tone can just leave me the hell alone because I don't want you here. I don't even fucking like you. This little obsession you have with me needs to stop. No more notes in my locker, no more extra food in your lunchbox to try to feed me, no more asking to be partners for random shit. I don't want to spend time with you or even be near you. I despise you. "

That was going to be a whole lot harder to ignore. She couldn't ignore the broken pieces of her heart falling into the pool. She couldn't ignore the tears filling her eyes. She couldn't ignore the feeling of her throat closing up on her. And she couldn't ignore how easy it seemed for Steve to say that to her. He truly didn't care about her. He didn't even care a single inch to try to protect her feelings, and she wasted all her time trying to protect him.

It finally got through to her this time, and she felt a little bit angry. Even if she was annoying, she was still being nice to him, being a friend, and she doesn't deserve to be treated like that. With a deep breath, she removed her hand from his knee.

 He hated that her touch leaving caused his knee to turn cold.

"You know what, king Steve, you are such a selfish asshole. You don't have to like me or even stand me. But all I was trying to be was a friend, because let's be honest, our friend group won't be there for us the second we graduate. No one will have my back and I want someone to at least have yours. It's hurting to see you so alone, Steve, and I just wanted to let you know you have someone in your life that's there for you. But I'm starting to think maybe you deserve to be alone. Fuck you, " with that she got up and went straight back into the house. And here Steve was sitting alone next to the pool. He let her words sink in.

Steve spent the weekend cleaning up from the party and letting Y/N's words sink further into his head. He knew he had fucked up. He was scared of how he felt for her, scared that he was falling for her as he had Nancy, and it got him messed up in the head. And now he's lost both of them.

~~~

 By the time Monday came, Steve wasn't prepared to walk in to see Billy Hargrove smiling up against Y/N's locker.

With a tight smile on his face, he walked up to them and said, "Y/N? Can I talk to you? "

He hated the way he could see her body go straight. It was easy to tell she was uncomfortable. His eyes were focused on her, but he could see Billy squaring him up from the side.

Y/N gave Billy a smile and a quick, "It's okay B, I'll catch up with you later." B? Now Billy gets a nickname?

"Hey, Steve." No Steve, no nickname, no smile, and no warmth.

"I just wanted to apologize. You were right. I was being an asshole, selfish, and a dick. And you did not deserve that in the slightest way. " And he truly meant it.

"Steve, look, I get it. I was this annoying girl who followed you around like a lost puppy because of this huge crush I had on you. You were also right. I think Friday proved that we are both not meant to be in each other's lives, not even as friends. I hope things work out for you. " And she walked away. Steve felt like this was what he was supposed to want. He asked for this, but it didn't feel as freeing as it was supposed to. As a few months passed, this was definitely not what Steve wanted. Day by day, he lost his title of King Steve. He watched each one of his friends slowly leave his circle to join Billy. God, he hated Billy more than anything. He stole his title, friends, spot on the basketball team, his popularity, and one thing he didn't know he cared to lose, her. He hated that it hurt when he saw them on a date for the first time; he hated that it hurt when he saw her cheering for him at games. She used to be cheering for him, but now her eyes don't even leave Billy. He watched her walk by his cafeteria table every single day, even when he kept his backpack away from the sextant just to show it was open for her. But she never looked back. She walked right by and slid her body onto Billy's knee at the next table over. Her giggles always caught him off guard when he'd kissed her. Steve hated it. He also hated that every project in class he had to do alone. She never walks up with that smile, asking to work together. He never sees a note fly to his feet when he opens his locker anymore. He overhears her every day asking Billy if he needed to eat more, she packed his favorite sandwich just in case. Everything Steve rejected from her, Billy was happily accepting. Steve regretted every single time he turned her down, made her sad, made her cry, and that he made her hate him. She didn't want him to be alone, and he pushed away the last person who was willing to stay.

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maybe a ig blurb where a woman does a post saying something about how her child is also harry's (but it's a lie) so everyone thinks that harry cheated on y/n and their relationship is gonna end ???? use this only if u want bella, ily! 🫶🏻

INSTAGRAM BLURB

ceo!harry x jenner!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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pagesix A now ex friend to the Kardashian/Jenner family accuses Harry Styles of being the father to her newborn baby. Many sources tell us Y/N and Harry are furious about the news and are planning to sue the woman for defamation.

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jennerfan9 can everyone just leave harry and y/n alone

jennerfan6 i fear they can never live in peace 😭

jennerfan4 THIS IS WHY HARRY HATES EVERYONE

jennerfan10 please be serious

jennerfan7 you know kris is going through all stages of grief

jennerfan8 everyone is jealous of y/n…that’s why

jennerfan11 y/n has harry wrapped around her finger…he will never cheat on her

jennerfan14 fake news

jennerfan17 and people wonder why harry is the way he is

jennerfan19 “now ex friend” so you're telling me one of y/n’s friends accused harry of being the father to her baby…

jennerfan12 leave them alone…is that so hard to do

jennerfan15 the way y/n’s sisters are probably fuming right now

jennerfan16 this is so…🤨

jennerfan13 let them live in peace

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ynharryupdates Y/N AND HARRY EATING LUNCH IN MALIBU YESTERDAY!

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jennerfan21 THEY ARE SO CUTE

jennerfan25 i seriously love them 😭

jennerfan27 seeing them reminds me that i will never have what they have

jennerfan23 don’t talk to me

jennerfan29 i love the way harry and y/n are so unbothered

jennerfan22 they have me in a chokehold

jennerfan26 just came back from suing people vibes 😌

jennerfan28 PLEASE

jennerfan30 y/n and harry are never going to break up

jennerfan33 one of the best couples EVER

jennerfan35 i aspire to be unbothered as them 🤭

jennerfan38 really don’t know who to be jealous of…

jennerfan31 mom & dad 🥹

jennerfan34 seeing them makes me have a breakdown

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ameliaelsher meet jack bowie styles!

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jennerfan32 i-

jennerfan36 WE ALL KNOW DAMN WELL…

jennerfan39 her using bowie’s name as her baby’s middle name is so disrespectful

jennerfan41 literally…and the last name too

jennerfan43 now let’s be serious 🤨

jennerfan45 “james bowie styles” i’m throwing up and not in a good way

kimkardashian Please take this down. We both know this is not true.

jennerfan44 GET HER KIM

jennerfan40 @krisjenner DO SOMETHING MOTHER

jennerfan42 this cannot be real

jennerfan46 HARRY SUE HER FASTER

khloekardashian When I showed Harry a picture of you, he didn’t even know who you were. Stop spreading lies when you know this man hasn’t met you.

jennerfan48 this is so embarrassing for her omg

jennerfan50 “this man hasn’t met you” TELL HER KHLOE 😭

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karjennerdaily Y/N, Kendall and Hailey out in LA last night!

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jennerfan55 queens

jennerfan57 loving the way y/n is just living her life unbothered

jennerfan59 right!!!

jennerfan54 she does not care about amelia 😭

jennerfan60 icon unbothered as she should be

jennerfan52 a triple threat

jennerfan56 you can tell kendall loves y/n so much

jennerfan58 HELLO??? I LOVE THEM HANGING OUT TOGETHER!!!!

jennerfan60 just a couple of besties

jennerfan62 harry was with them too 🤭

jennerfan64 he was just trailing after them like a lost puppy

jennerfan66 you just know kris told y/n and harry she’ll handle the situation

jennerfan61 I LOVE THEM

jennerfan63 my dream blunt rotation

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kimkardashian THE BEST MOTHER EVER! I LOVE YOU MRS. STYLES! 🤍🤍🤍

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jennerfan65 this is so cute 🥹

jennerfan67 I LOVE KIM FOR THIS OMG

yourinstagram kimmy i love you so much!

kimkardashian can’t wait to see you tomorrow for north and indie’s play date 🤍

jennerfan69 mother y/n is so adorable

kyliejenner my babies 😫

jennerfan71 kim really is a y/n defender…i love it

harrystyles Truly the best mama ever. xx

jennerfan73 harry loves y/n so much i’m crying

harry_lambert cuties!!!!

jennerfan70 y/n was born to be a mother 😭

alexademie cutest family ever 💞

jennerfan74 this is giving me baby fever

alessandro_michele 🍓🤍🍓

jennerfan72 you just know kim posted this in spite of amelia

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kyliejenner Mama Styles and the one and only Bowie Styles! 👩‍👧‍👦

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jennerfan73 SHUT UP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE

jennerfan75 i love bowie and y/n 😭

harrystyles My little love bugs.

yourinstagram i love you h!!!

jennerfan77 @ameliaelsher you wish that was you huh

kendalljenner AHHH SUCH CUTIES 🥹

jennerfan79 “the one and only bowie styles” kylie said what she said 😌

krisjenner my darlings!

jennerfan76 BEST MOTHER AWARD GOES TO Y/N STYLES

florencepugh so sweet ❤️

jennerfan80 bowie loves y/n so much 🫠

khloekardashian THE REAL BOWIE!!!

jennerfan82 they are so shady…i love it

emmalouisecorrin this is literally the sweetest thing ever

jennerfan81 the only bowie i know

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khloekardashian Y/N and a three year old Bowie!

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jennerfan83 she’s such an amazing mother

jennerfan85 CAN SHE ADOPT ME ALREADY

yourinstagram awe i love you koko! ❤️

khloekardashian I love you more sissy 🤍

jennerfan87 literally the most underrated duo ever

annetwist absolutely love! 💞

jennerfan84 y/n’s sisters are so supportive of her…i’m sobbing

kimkardashian MAJOR CUTIES

jennerfan88 this is a throwback, i remember when harry posted this 😭

jefezoff bowie was so little!!!

jennerfan86 someone please run me over

kyliejenner my favorite duo ever

jennerfan89 when y/n had blonde hair and bowie was still small 🥹

benwinston the styles family is the best family

jennerfan91 @ameliaelsher 🎤 🎤

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stylesnews Y/N with Bowie and his friend this morning eating breakfast in West Hollywood!

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jennerfan94 nobody: me: telling children my life story

jennerfan96 MOTHER!Y/N 🤗

jennerfan98 at this point…she needs to adopt me…i’m begging

jennerfan95 why is this so cute

jennerfan93 imagine having a friend…and his mother is y/n jenner

jennerfan97 sounds pretty iconic to me

jennerfan99 i love bowie and y/n content, they are such an amazing duo

jennerfan102 this is the sweetest thing ever

jennerfan104 y/n looks like she’s having a really important conversation with them 😭

jennerfan106 literally a milf

jennerfan109 she’s so unbothered

jennerfan103 i would be too, harry would never cheat on y/n nonetheless have a baby with someone other than her…

jennerfan107 i seriously love her

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yourinstagram i might have made them, but they made me a mother

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jennerfan112 I’M SOBBING

jennerfan114 the caption has me rolling on the floor

harrystyles I love you and our little family.

yourinstagram we love you daddy 🤍

jennerfan116 banging my head against the wall 😭

annetwist you were born to be a mother darling!

jennerfan119 AWE Y/N LOVES HER CHILDREN SO MUCH

krisjenner one of the best moms ever 🤗

jennerfan110 y/n posting this after the whole situation is such a slay

jennerfan114 we all knew amelia was lying 🙄

kyliejenner i love you guys so much!!

jennerfan121 she makes me want to be a mother

gemmastyles my heart 😫

jennerfan124 y/n is such the sweetest mom

alessandro_michele 🖤🤍🖤

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harry_lambert Y/N Styles for The Gucci 22’ Gala in Hollywood tonight! Custom dress by @gucci

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jennerfan132 Y/N IS LITERALLY A GODDESS

jennerfan130 is this her new stylist???

yourinstagram i love you lamby 🐑

harry_lambert I love you more darling! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! ❤️

jennerfan134 mr. lambert is her stylist!!! so slay

kimkardashian the prettiest girl on earth

jennerfan136 @harrystyles i would marry her too honestly…

kyliejenner HOLY SHIT ❤️‍🔥

jennerfan139 kylie is me

florencepugh i am drooling

jennerfan133 MILF MILF MILF

harrystyles The most beautiful woman ever.

yourinstagram i appreciate you so much baby!

jennerfan141 all i ask…is for something that harry and y/n have 😭

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[buckyalpine]

I’m just here to say that im sure one of your AU Bucky’s would be like this (if not all)

(If the world ends up exposing ryan cheating on Blake, my straight ass would prolly not even do romance anymore, I love their relationship 😭)

Also, I believe this couple fits in one of your AUs.

(PS. Agree to the previous ask, PLS take time to rest and take care of urself!! We would support and be here for u always)

Literally ALL AU's. Bucky never thought he'd find happiness. Or love. Or have a family. And then you came and bam, you've given him everything. He's so in love with you, he's never been happier honestly.

But like....he's become this cocky little shit. You're glowing, pregnant with his baby. Maybe its the serum. Or maybe its just you, either way, you look amazing with your cute little baby bump.

Everyone loves to see it, but no one more than Bucky. Your belly is full of his baby, this man never misses a chance to let people know he did that.

"Y/n, you're glowing"

"DAMN RIGHT SHE IS" He's standing somewhere near by with a proud smirk, you're so fucking pretty and so pregnant. When ever someone compliments you, he's right there, just so proud because you're all his.

"You look amazing"

"I know"

"I was talking to y/n, Bucky"

"I know"

Don't even get him started on when you're all dressed up to go out to an event at the tower. His hands are wrapped protectively around your belly. Then he over hears some younger agents talking about you by the bar and while he tries to ignore it, he can't

"She looks great, lucky gu-

"Yeah, I'm lucky as hell" Bucky dead pans, his classing broody stare scattering them away before he's back to his puppy like self, grabbing you some soda water to sip on.

This guy's social media is all your baby bump pictures. He only has 1 caption for every single picture he posts.

I did that.

[erodasfishtacos]

Okay hear me out mama tacos, Mlbrry is so tired and worn out after practice and when he comes back home late at night, Y/N is still up, waiting for him and in the mood and he's like not today, sweetheart, I'm so tired. And thens she's like okay then let's cuddle and he lays on top of her, hugging her, laying his head above her heart and she kisses the top of his head a few times and pecks him on the lips and then he kisses her back and it turns to a steamy make out sesh and they end up having sex and she's like, remind me again, who did not want to have sex and teasing him. I can't think of anything else im gone for him 😭😭😭

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YN had been in the mood all day, Harry had to be in the city early for a meeting with team over sponsorship and what not before he had to go play a home game.

The kids were all well behaved today, Easton and Cash had baseball practice, and earlier in the afternoon Ezra and Briar had at-home swim lessons.

They all went to bed easy, exhausted from a long day of fun activities, ending with watching a few minutes of the game on their television to see their dad before tucking in for the night.

YN isn’t all that tired, especially because all the kids were in bed by eight.

She took her time taking a hot lavender bubble bath, shaving, and moisturizing her body before laying ontop of their duvet to scroll through her phone in the dim light from a floor lamp in one of her husband’s shirts and underwear.

When she opens up Instagram, on the popular page, paparazzi pictures pop up from today and YN clicks on a slideshow.

She snorts out a laugh at his mismatched outfit and noticed that the floral tote he had on his shoulder was totally hers.

However, she pinches the picture to zoom in on his legs - they just look so pretty, lean and muscular, looking like they’re carved from marble.

He’s so fucking attractive and she notices 750,000 likes on the image from other people who think the same just gives her a sick satisfaction that’s her husband.

She rarely gets time to sit on her phone so time gets away from her, until the man who the internet is fangirling over is standing in the doorway.

His messy curls are damp like he showered right after the game and left before barely drying off, he is already shucking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his rippling stomach and the vee teasing into the front of his shorts.

“Hi mama,” Harry rasps lowly, closing their door and trailing over to lean down to give her a kiss which she’s already tilted her head up for, “Missed you and the babies.”

“Missed you more,” She replies, her hand wasting not time traveling from where she had cupped his jaw down his pecs and abdomen before dipping into his shorts.

Harry sighs against her mouth, his hand coming to wrap around her wrist and bring it back up to kiss the ring on her finger then her palm.

“Mama,” He rumbles in that slow drawl, like he has all the time in the world, tiredness seeping into his tone, “M’so exhausted, love. Don’t think I could get it up if I tried. I’ll give it to you in the morning, yeah?”

And even though YN felt a swoop of disappointment in being turned down because she was feeling so aroused and energetic, she understood and she never wanted her husband to feel bad for saying no when he didn’t want it.

“Sounds like a plan, come give me a cuddle then,” YN redirects, letting out an omph! of breath when he settles ontop of her, a heavy weight as his tummy moves slowly against her pelvis, his head tucked right against her breasts, “How was everything today?”

Harry rustles around until he’s comfortable, trying to displace his weight so it’s not overwhelming - moaning in pleasure when YN’s hands come up to scratch his scalp lightly.

“Mm, did I mention I missed you terribly?” Harry hums before he adds, “The sponsorship meeting was pretty cool. Gatorade offered me 3.2 million dollars to post three pictures on my Instagram of me drinking their new protein shakes during my workouts. Jeff told them to round it up to four and they had a deal. And they did.”

“It’s crazy how not that long ago we were sat in your frat, trying to figure out how we were going to afford the move to New York and our little baby. Now you’re just having millions thrown at you daily,” YN replies as she continues to scratch.

~~

“H, I just-“ YN shutters through a sob, trying to catch her breathe as she feels an anxiety attack coming on quick.

“Whoa, baby. Don’t cry, please,” Harry replies, startled by the onslaught of tears as he moves her from where she was sitting on his lap at his small desk to his bed, noise coming from all levels of the frat house.

“I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I don’t know how we’ll manage to move and support the baby,” YN wipes her eyes, anxious from them looking in his laptop at apartments in the city.

“I will always, always make sure the baby is supported,” Harry says firmly, his hand coming to cradle her blossoming bump.

“We twenty and twenty-one, picking up our whole lives, and adding a child to it,” She shakes her head, “What if we’re not good parents? We’re young and broke.”

“And we love each other,” Harry cuts in, “We love each other and we are going to love our baby more than anything else on this planet. Our age doesn’t define us as parents.”

“I’m scared,” YN whispers as he kisses her face with soft pecks, his hand massage the now taut skin of her bump.

“Never let anything bad happen to you or the baby,” Harry tells her, “I’m scared too but I know, for a fact, that you’re going to be an incredible mama. Let me worry about the rest.”

-

“We did it, baby. You’re now a rich housewife, all this money is ours,” Harry chuckles jokingly but pauses when YN tilts his chin up.

“I would love if you made a million dollars a day. I would love you if you make 10 dollars a day. I’m not proud because of money. I’m proud of your hard work for our family,” YN says sincerely and with an edge of firmness as she leans down to kiss his forehead.

“I-“ Harry chokes off because he doesn’t know what to say to sum up everything he’s feeling, “I love you and our babies, so fucking much. Would do whatever I needed to do to support you.”

“I know, baby,” YN agrees with a smile against his skin, he tilts his head up further until their lips meet once again - soft and unhurried.

It starts off quite romantic and innocent, short pecks before pulling back, only to be magnetically drawn together again.

Harry readjusts until he’s propped up a bit more, a hand coming to cup her jaw as they share short, delicate kisses.

It feels like it’s goes on forever, which is a good thing in this case scenario, the constant quiet smacking over their lips and shallow pants for air.

YN tries to keep it nonsexual but it’s really difficult when he’s keeps bringing her back in for more and more kisses - his lips raspberry red and puffy from their movements.

She feels it through his thin shorts when he hardens up, quickly and stone solid, perking up against her - he tries to ignore it but after YN tests the waters by licking at his tongue, he groans and grinds down into her center - only covered by flimsy cotton.

His skin is hot, like a space heater as he doesn’t let her up for air, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth - wriggling down until his cock is fitting right into her plush folds through the fabric, his head bumping at her clit.

There’s no deadline, no hurry as they grinds together, YN spreading open more and allow Harry’s lips to travel down her neck as he keeps a steady rhythm of grinding against her.

She doesn’t know what makes it so sexy but it just is when he bites at her nipples through her tee shirt, pulling them between his teeth before sucking the shirt material damp.

It made her want, crave his mouth on her nipples, feel the smooth laps of his tongue or harsh nips, anything.

“You’re everything I want,” Harry murmurs against her belly, rucking the shirt up to lick and suck at the plush she had, “Just want to be on you, every second of the day.”

“You’re teasing,” YN whines softly, eyes twinkling down at her husband who is thumbing at a line of stretch marks near her navel.

“M’not,” Harry dismisses with a shake of his head, his mouth slowly moves up her belly - goosebumps in their wake as he begins to lay kisses on the underside of her breasts.

She felt so wet that she had to be dripping onto the sheets, her chest was pounding, and her blood pressure was rising from the arousal of it all.

“Please, H,” YN finally gasps after his lips and tongue ghost their way around her cleavage, breath tickling over her nipples, his teeth grazing against the risen tender skin of her areola.

“Whassit?” He mumbles, mouth not moving from her skin, lost in whatever his exploration was of her body like he owned it - he did.

“Just need your mouth on ‘em,” She huffs, squirming her hips a little bit to get the point across to her husband.

“Sure baby,” Harry agrees distractedly, his lips moving to finally wrap around her peak and his hand coming up to roll and pinch the other one.

And he fucking tortures her with it.

She’s stuck between a figurative heaven and hell.

Heaven is the fact that he’s been showing attention to her chest for the last twenty minutes but hell because his hand doesn’t even move to touch her cunt.

When she tries to sneak her own hand down into the front of her panties, Harry frowns at her, and guides her hand back up, “S’not time for that. Just let me touch you, love on you.”

She could tell how tired he was by how lazy and unrushed his movements were but yet somehow focused at the same time.

Her tits were scattered with lovebites by the time he was done, her nipples sore with achingly good pleasure, and her core was a wet mess.

Harry during this whole time would intermittently rut his hips against her, to relieve a bit of friction before settling back down.

She needed more.

She was too wired to let him continue onslaught of teasing which she knew he would, especially when his hand finally moved fo her cunt to roll her clit through her underwear with no urgency.

“Wet f’me,” Harry rasps as he moves down to pet at her core through the fabric, bumping against her like he’s trying to get his fingers in, “Gonna let me tease this pretty cunt?”

That’s all she needs to her before she was knocking him off her and onto his back, his went easily because he was surprised by the sudden movement and let out a low, pleased laugh.

This was euphoric.

She has to return the teasing just a bit, she shimmies off his shorts and briefs, and he’s so hard it look painful, fuck he was big.

She ducks down, purposefully avoiding his cock as she sucks mean, harsh hickeys into his sensitive thighs which make him mewl in pained pleasure.

YN knew his hands were aching to wrap in her hair and guide her warm mouth to him but he resisted, clenching his fists in the sheets.

“Give me more, mama. Come on, be a good girl,” He goads instead in his most alluring, gravely tone - hips twitching impatiently.

“More?” YN smirks a bit wickedly, she moves to his balls, lapping gently at where they’re swollen and snug at his base but makes him audibly moan when she ducks down to trace her tongue down the sensitive skin and back to his hole.

“Fuckin’ Christ, how are you so fuckin’ hot? How’d I land you, baby,” Harry babbles, lifting his hips a bit so that YN can have better access to him and he’s now so so wired.

“M’gonna, doll. You’re gonna make me come, just please. M’gonna come for you,” Harry pants out desperately and she takes pity, wrap a hand around him and giving a few hard pumps before he comes, ropes decorating his stomach, “You’re perfect. Make me feel s’fucking good.”

“H,” YN whines as she sits back up, ready for her own release now.

“Of course, shush up. Know m’gonna get you off, sweet thing,” He titters, still out of breathe when he pushes her back and tugs off her underwear.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at her,” Harry breathes out in awe when he sees how wet her folds are with arousal, how pretty she spreads open like a flower, “S’pretty, darling.”

She was so sensitive, so puffy that it only takes a few directed licks to her clit and she was bearing down, moaning through her climax.

When Harry pops back up afterwards, a sleepy smile on his face, he swipes the hair off her forehead, and murmurs, “Baby, I’m actually so fuckin’ tired now. Will you wipe me down? Love of my life, y’know that?”

YN giggles, kissing his nose before shimmying off the bed, and padding to the bathroom to warm up a rag to wash off his belly.

By the time she washes herself off and brings the cloth out, he’s splayed out like a starfish, stark naked, and snoring.

YN grabs a clean pair of briefs and shimmies them onto his body which makes him grumble and whine as she disturbs his slumber after she wiped him clean.

Days like this. She wishes she could save and keep in a box for when they’re older, being so in love and so happy and young.

[eloise175]

LMFAOOOO PLSSS

This is so funny bro I’m cackling XD

But yes, Callisto’s big man tiddies solo ✨

[ithinkabouttzu]

Txt Reaction to you falling asleep on them

Genre: Romance; fluff

Warnings : none

Description : Txt members reaction to you falling asleep on them

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Yeonjun

- you guys were watching a movie When you laid your head on his chest

- my man freaks out

- Tries to just play it cool and wrap his arm around you

- but When he hears your soft snores he knows you’re asleep, that’s when he really freaks out

- Is lowkey scared to breath because he thinks he’s gonna wake you up

- Turns the tv down and pets your hair gently

- just watches you sleep (he thinks you are so beautiful 🥹)

- literally just thinks to himself like, “how’d i get so lucky”

- Kisses your forehead before slowly drifting off to sleep too.

Soobin

- Heart = stopped / Body = frozen

- Will not move for a second, even if he is extremely uncomfortable

- *Internal breakdown*

- Blushing so hard and he’s def glad you’re not awake to see it

- thinks you look so cute like this

- you know how a mom looks at her kid when they’re sleeping? yea that’s how he looks at you

- He’s lowkey scared you can hear his heart pounding

- tries to fall asleep with you but can’t because you look so peaceful and he doesn’t want to disturb you

- Forehead kisses 1000000%

Beomgyu

- Definitely taking a picture to remember this moment

- And then puts it as his home screen after

- Thinks you look so cute like this

- He can’t wait to make fun of you when you wake up

- he likes to boop your nose when your sleeping

- rests his head on yours and brings you closer to him 😭 he’s so precious

- Even though he loves teasing and joking you, he wouldn’t dare try to wake you up in this moment

- ik it sounds weird but he loves smelling your hair when you fall asleep on him (it just smells so good 😭)

- If you wake up and try to get up to go to the bathroom or something he literally will not let you leave (boi got strong grip)

Taehyun

- Usually falls asleep before you to notice, but when he does

- His heart fills so full

- literally dizzy with love (boy needs to breath)

- Wraps his arm around you but does it in slow motion because he does NOT want to wake you up

- Has to go to the bathroom but holds it for you

- (might give him bladder problems in the near future but you’re worth it)

- Will sing to you softly while you’re sleeping 🥹 (socuteomg)

- rocks you lightly

- He doesn’t want this moment to end

Huening Kai

- Big boi smile

- Dies inside (in a good way ofc)

- *insert puppy face* when he sees you sleeping on him

- When you fall asleep on him, he feels so calm and relaxed

- like it’s a switch in his brain that goes off when you hold onto him in your sleep

- you look so peaceful and beautiful, his heart could burst

- forehead kisser #3

- He is so happy and so full of love, no way he can go to sleep now LOLLL

- Also takes a cute photo of you just so he can remember this when he’s gone on tour or out of town.

[vampi-amora]

I’m back!! Thank you for 216 followers! I missed y’all😭 anyways..

(tw/ mentioned noncon/ and abuse(?) Also read is 19. oh and sum grammar mistakes idk💀😭.)

Got lazy in the end ngl, but I Still think it’s a good fic nonetheless, so hopefully u guys enjoy as well

Idk but creep teacher zhongli and his obsessed son xiao…

It was weird to even imagine him and his son having the same taste in girls, but if anything it made what they had to do a lot easier, Because hey..two hands are better than one, right?

Zhongli was first to take a quick liking to you. He seen that you kept to yourself, but still tried when it mattered most of the time. And as a teacher, he thought it was cute when you’d be slumped in the back of class or hiding your face to rest.

To be frank,… it was so easy.

He’s your teacher, so ofc you wouldn’t question when his hand would linger on your plump hips, Or when he always asked you to stay after class just for you sit directly under him as he rubbed along your thick thighs. At that point u did ask for him to back up, shyly nudging him, but he’d just shush you and continue on…”shhh..Ikn it might not be the best route to take, but i trust that me and you can keep this a secret, hm?” He’d say, as he leaned down to your neck and inhaled your sent.

As time went on, he’d always have you around him. Taking you out to lunch, helping you with school work if needed, and even taking you shopping. It was always lavish and even when u denied, he’d take you along anyways. It got to the point were You’d always ask him how he had so much money, but realized quickly that it actually wasn’t his. It’s a “close friend” of his he would say patting your head. He also mentioned that one day you’ll meet and that he would make sure you’ll get along.

You nodded confused and slightly caught on off guard , but whatever. He’s someone you can trust and take comfort in, Even when he would tell (forced) you to sit on his lap and grope along your chest…your hesitant because of your weight? Ha, No matter your “soft and light” to him, is what he’d tell you. Slowly kissing along your slightly exposed shoulder. Though, as much as you two were living it up in lovers paradise, another was slowly coming into the picture.

Xiao, his son also liked you. he’d alway look from his room, Cracking open his room door to hear your anxious cries and moans when his dad would touch and kiss you. Your such a slut he thought// first, You complained you didn’t find this okay and wasn’t comfortable, trying to push past his advances But alas your still here letting that old man molest you little by little.

So it’s no surprise that when you two actually meet, it’s his father introducing you to him as his girlfriend over a cup of tea.

Your so out of it and he could tell from the way you’d try and shush zhongli, just for him to slide his long slender hands up your fluffy sides. “W-we…aren’t uhh..” you say eyeing the ground, but you hesitated to finish the sentence when you felt zhongli hands stiffen up on your side. “Aren’t what, hm?” He does a closed eye smile down to you. You just shake your head and finish your cup of tea.

It was almost hilarious-no ridiculously laughable to watch you cowering like that under him. He’d always see you around school as a expressive person, talking with your friends and chatting loud. It’s a pale comparison to that now, Because you’ve became the teachers pet quite literally and physically. Quite and numb, is what he’s summed you up to be now and he isn’t completely wrong.

Sometimes he’d see you try and use him as a scapegoat, and it always works, “zhongli…we can’t do that here..so please w-wait..”, you say pushing at his strong chest. But that probably only because he’s gonna get what he wants sooner or later, so there no need to rush. Especially for him, you’re sitting in his room now because his father isn’t back from shopping. You try making subtle conversation, hoping to find a way out, but that quickly came to a stop when xiao practicality jumps on you. Smothering your chubby body with the smell of must and axe body spray. You call out to him, saying stop-please, but he didn’t care.

He finally gets to score after so long and it’s exactly what he dreamed it’ll be..albeit kinda hard, because your moving a lot more fluid than you did in his dream, but nonetheless is it amazing.

So now that they have their fill, are they done? No. Of course not, they take turns using you now.. it’s sad really, but they still keep up an act around others. Can’t let them see how tired, batten and bruised up you are-nope can’t have that. And those times you do stay out late, or a spend a night at a “friends” house, Your mom just think it’s because you’re a growing girl. so it’s okay But if only they knew the tournament and hell you went thru on a daily basis.

[pink-apollo]

Could you write hcs for the task force with a muscular (afab) reader? Hope you have a good day<3

Awww thank you🥺💕💕 I hope you have a good day as well!!! I’m sorry if this is kinda eh😅 I’m more on the squishy end if you will😂 But we love all body types here🥰

Task force with muscular S/O

Warnings: none, implied fem reader

Soap

🎀Oh? You have definitely peeked this mans interest for sure. Was utterly surprised when he saw you without the armor and realized that you worked out which made him want you to be his work out buddy

🎀The amount of strength tests this man wants to do with you is adorable. Wants to see if you’re stronger than him, who can pin down the other first like in lion king😭

🎀Of course he isn’t picky about body types, but is certainly in love with yours❤️ Can’t help but to hold you close and feel every inch of you. Low key is a bit jealous of your legs but will stare and feel them up

🎀If you do work out together soap is just staring at you as you do your sets. Just so preoccupied by you that he needs to refocus on what he’s doing

🎀In general loves that you want to work and improve on yourself and going outside of the typical “dainty cliche” that society wants to put on women

(and if you are like that, that’s okay!! We love ALL body types on this blog)

Ghost

💜Very much finds you adorable. He doesn’t see many muscular women and watches your every move when you’re around him. Almost…hypnotized if you will

💜Finds it cute when you flex without knowing when you’re nervous or anxious about something. Nobody else may see it but Simon certainly does and takes a huge notice

💜Isn’t one for photos but likes to take gym pictures with you. Just to capture the moment and because of how proud he is of you when you push your limits and accomplish something you’ve been slowly increasing like weights

💜The definition of the ultimate power couple. Likes how he doesn’t have to worry as much about your safety and knows damn well you can kick ass. Just the mere sight of you makes others tremble regardless if you’re tall or short, nobody wants to mess with you

💜Won’t say it but loves your thighs and shoulders. Strong and forceful but move them with such grace. Just in full on awe

Alejandro

(His smile just kills me😭)

🌹100% is your hype man and is the more verbal one when it comes to your appearance. Sometimes work out sessions turn into make out sessions. I don’t make the rules, that’s just how it typically goes

🌹Sit ups? He better have kisses as an award or he ain’t doing them. You better kiss him every time you come back up!

🌹Makes heart eyes when you wear clothing that shows off your muscles. The loudest “mi amor” will be heard as he’s walking towards you, just awe struck as you get closer. Will definitely twirl you and smile. Like look at you looking so good!

🌹Has the both of you making goofy faces and flexing as his lock screen on his phone. In fact has a lot of photos of the both of you doing goofy poses

🌹Purposely buys you clothes that show of your figure. And no, he will not take a no as an answer, go pose for this man and show yourself off🥺