#the instant i get up to go someone's gonna walk through the door

[slippery-minghus]

OKAY i have fucking HAD IT with today. it's not even fucking 9am and i am alreADY fighting back a meltdown

[banj0possum]

Yoooo, what are you waiting for it's gangussy time 😡😡 😡😡😡😡

(This is a joke please please please take care of yourself first for the love of whoever is up there don't overwork yourself 🙏 )

Utmost Loyalty

Yan!Gang x GN Reader

no warnings that i know of, theyre just really really stupid

🐉 The grocery you usually go to was closed early for the day, poor you had to walk the 2 miles to the nearest store in order to buy the stuff you needed for the week.

🐉 Living alone was hard work. You worked an exhausting 9 to 5 job that barely provided for your tiny apartment and pet (and your endless merch of your favorite franchise)

🐉 You were already tired from working today, and now you have to walk an extra 2 miles to get groceries you may or may not be able to afford because you never went to said grocery store before??

🐉 The grocery was in a pretty sketchy part of the city, with the smell of car exhaust and cigarettes lingering everywhere that you had to cover your nose to evade the scent.

🐉 You quickly went in the store and breathed in deeply, thankfully the store didn't smell so bad.

🐉 Besides than you, there were only 2 other people, the store owner and someone in a black suit eating some instant noodles.

🐉 You went to work trying to find all the stuff you need on your list. Coffee, fruits and veggies, snacks, and maybe some chocolate as a treat for yourself~

🐉 You pay for your things, unfortunately unable to afford the chocolates, and leave the store.

🐉 aaaaand now its raining...

🐉 You rush to the nearest cover, trying to cover the paper bag full of your groceries before hearing labored breathing from the alley you passed.

🐉 You stop and look back to see a man hunched over, his back to the wall as he winced at a wound he had on his torso that stained his white buttoned up shirt. He looked to have come from a fight..

🐉 You gasp, almost dropping your groceries. His golden eyes dart over to you and glare at your meek form.

🐉 "What're you lookin at?" he growls.

🐉 "You're..bleeding- You're bleeding!!" You start to panic.

🐉 "Yeah no shit I'm bleeding! What the fuck do you want?!"

🐉 You scramble away from the man in the alley frightened and freaked out. Out of instinct, you return to the store and ask where the first aid items are.

🐉 Kagiri sighed, trying his best to hold on while waiting for his gang to arrive and help him out. He just had to be strong. He can get through this. He can do it! He doesn't need anyone!

🐉 "Sorry! I'm back!"

🐉 goddamnit..

🐉 He grumbles at your presence but then realizes you have two bags and not one like you had recently. You put down your groceries and take a few stuff out of the other bag. Band-Aids..gauze..sanitizer..what's going on??

🐉 "What are you doing?" He asks in a threatening voice.

🐉 You don't say anything, you focus on trying to patch up his wounds, asking him a few things once in a while like "can you lift your arm please?" or "unbutton your shirt a bit.."

🐉 And he let you..for some reason...

🐉 He went from growling to staring silently at you while you worked on bandaging his wounds, like a feral dog being pet for the first time.

🐉 Now he managed to get a good look at you. You were quite cute, and it looked like you just got off work from the attire you were wearing. Your hands were so soft compared to his calloused ones, and your eyes..one look from you and even the toughest mafia boss will melt from how comforting they are..

🐉 And before he knows it, you've finished and were apologizing profusely to him for butting in on his situation, he was gonna say something else but you ran off.

🐉 You finally arrive back at your apartment, your pet cat rubbing against you as you lock your door. You smile and pick her up about to ramble about the hectic day you had until you realize..

🐉 You picked up your cat..

🐉 Your hands were free prior..

🐉 YOU LEFT YOUR GROCERIES!!

🐉 Silence fills the room before you let out a pitiful sob. Scolding yourself for forgetting your groceries with that mysterious guy, all that money and fresh food wasted! Your cat tries to lick your face to calm you down.

🐉 You pace around the room trying to figure out what to do now until a knock on your door is heard.

🐉 You open the door but there was no one there, but you see two men hastily and quite loudly scramble their way down the stairs giggling like middle schoolers. Did two grown men really ding dong ditch you??

🐉 You sigh and go to close the door, but your cat meows and trots outside and you look down to see her paw at a bag full of groceries..what?!

🐉 All your groceries were there, plus some extra cans of food, wrapped onigiri..your chocolates? and it wasn't in a dull paper bag anymore, it was in a black tote bag with a gold insignia of a sea serpent.

🐉 You didn't dare question it, considering the looks of the man who helped you and the part of town you were in, he was likely part of some gang and wanted to thank you.

🐉 But it didn't stop there...

🐉 You felt like you were being watched every time you were outside..no, it wasn't a feeling, THEY WERE LITERALLY RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN WATCHING YOU.

🐉 It didn't take a genius to spot them. You started noticing newcomers to the places you frequented. Like in a cafe that was fairly quiet and cozy, there were about 5 men dressed in blazers with some kind of flashy undershirt and gelled up hair at the very back of the establishment.

🐉 They didn't do a good job trying to hide the fact they were watching you with a newspaper.

🐉 It freaked you out, but you tried your best to ignore them.

🐉 But it was hard to do that when they started talking to you..

🐉 "Excuse me, you dropped your wallet.." you turn around and almost stumble over the tall intimidating man right behind you meekly handing you back your wallet.

🐉 You take it back with a shaky hand and waddle away trying not to look back.

🐉 If you did, you'd see the big burly man absolutely blushing and squealing as a few other men giddily walk up to him, showing a video of the encounter you just had from across the street.

🐉 There was also the time you caught them staring dreamily at you when they saw that you started using the tote bag with the serpect symbol as your office bag, it was a pretty nice bag and you didn't want it to just lie around your house..

🐉 And that one co-worker who's kind of a creep? Never messed with you again. You caught a glimpse of them shivering over the symbol on your bag.

🐉 Not to mention boxes of groceries that show up at your door all wrapped up in a red bow, they still haven't learned to be more silent when dropping those off..

🐉 After a bit you start to recognize some of them from their haircuts or the jewelry they always have on them. It made you more curious as to what their deal was.

🐉 So you decided to search up online with the insignia on the tote bag as your first clue.

🐉 You find out that its the symbol for a local gang that dealt with all kinds of stuff, robbery, misconduct, public damage..mostly public damage..

🐉 You manage to find a photo of all of them, you recognize the man in the center. It was the guy you saw in the alley way..

🐉 Connecting all the dots, you somehow got the protection of a gang because you patched up their wounded boss..great..

🐉 The next day you spot a few of the gang members again but instead of ignoring them, you give them a small wave before heading off the work. They were left stunned with a story to tell the others that'll make them squeal like little girls.

🐉 They started becoming less and less distant from you.

🐉 From watching you across the street to making small talk about the prices of fruits at the store.

🐉 One by one the gang gets a special moment with you, they were small mundane moments, but they treasured them like a core memory.

🐉 Word finally got to the boss that you've been very close with them lately, and he decides it's time to confront you.

🐉 As usual, a knock is heard at your door, and you see them clumsily run away, leaving a box of groceries behind..you should probably tell them you have a doorbell.

🐉 But it wasn't a box of groceries, it was full of heart shaped chocolates, sweet pink sweets and about 3 stuffed bears, topped up with a bouquet of flowers, as well as a note. You bring the box in and read small card.

🐉 Dear Mx. L/N, please go to this address tomorrow at 6pm. Don't be late. Please.

🐉 You can see words like 'We love you' and 'Have a nice evening' and 'we cant wait' messily scribbled out.

🐉 You arrive at the location at the designated time and look around.

🐉 The place they wrote in was a fancy looking restaurant that looked like the only thing you could afford was the water..

🐉 You're escorted to a table in a private room. You can hear the muffled noises of men giggling and talking before you enter and they all quiet down. It was quite intimidating to see them all in the same room, but the scariest part was seeing the boss; Kagiri, sitting in the center.

🐉 A little Siamese cat with big yellow eyes mewls at you and you pet it. It jumps up to you and purrs on your lap. Around his neck is a red collar with a gold nametag with the serpent symbol engraved on it, and on the back read 'Unagi'. You hear the men awe softly at the sight of the boss' cat getting along with their darling idol

🐉 Kagiri stands up and smiles at you warmly and by warmly I mean he looks terrifying

🐉 "It's nice to see you again. I never got to formally thank you for what you done to me." he lifts up his shirt a bit to reveal his healed wound which faded into a scar.

🐉 You nervously say you're welcome and shake his hand, you can't help but notice him shiver over your touch.

🐉 He invites you to sit down and eat and you spend the night having dinner and talking with the gang.

🐉 They try their best to impress you, sitting up straight, puffing out their chests, deepening their voices..

🐉 It almost seems like they were competing for your attention.

🐉 Once dinner was over, Kagiri speaks up "Now, about our meeting, we've been meaning to ask you something." he says gently.

🐉 The large man walks over to you and takes your hand and kneeling..what whats happening..

🐉 "Y/N L/N..will you be our new boss?" He asks passionately.

🐉 The gang cheers, pleading for you to say yes, it was like being confessed to by 7 grown men

🐉 "So? What will you say?" Kagiri asks, with eyes sparkling with hope and adoration.

🐉 The gang was kicked out of the establishment for making too loud and causing a disturbance..

🐉 Maybe you shouldn't have said yes..

its done guys, this is probably the most fun ive had writing a fic!! also there may be bonus content about the individual gang members if you guys are up for that ;3

[inumakis-boo]

May I have some dating Toge Inumaki headcanons? Both sfw and NSFW... If you're comfortable.

TOGE INUMAKI ♫₊˚.🎧 ✧💬

headcanons 𓍢ִ˖ hello and thank you for the requests! i am current rediting all of my posts, so if this looks a little different than when you first saw it, thats the reason why!

anyways, i hope all of you enjoy! and if course, NSFW will be tagged and is written for a female perspective.

safe for work headcanons

- would probably not notice each other the first time you meet, maybe an interested glance but it doesn't really hit until the second or third time that he really sees you

- probably asks for your number just so yall can talk better, and once you do, its an instant connection. he literally wouldnt be able to stop, staying up all night to text you

- texts you out of the blue, and although probably feels embarrassed to double text, he is just that interested in you

- would totally deliever a bag of goodies he bought at the store for you, and additionally maybe offer to make you a lunch to try before he makes it for everyone else

- you comment on one of his t-shirts he wears and he puts it in one of the goodie bags he buys you, doused in his cologne because he wants you to think of him

- would totally send annoying memes and tiktoks and bully you over text, also play 8-ball COMPETITIVELY cause he aint gonna lose to you (he doesnt even pity lose to you)

- shows up unannounced just to kiss you in the door frame of your dorm room as a goodnight and then leaves you there

- that is until you invite him over to your dorm at night and he brings post-it notes and teaches you his semi-bilingual language for easier understanding, and utterly loves you for it

- the talking stage would be him just pining over you cosntantly, writing it all down in journals or in his notes app

- after yall started dating, it is very much a no public affection mostly because he doesnt want anybody to be in your business. especially with his noisy ass friends

- but no matter what, he is going to hold your hand, especially when going on dates and walking around campus at night (would definitely talk u into sneaking out)

- he would be hesistant to kiss you even after yall became offical, probably go a few weeks before you just say it straight that you want him to kiss you and you dont even get it all out before hea pinning you to a door and giving you the best kiss of your life

- would absolutely use his speech on you so you cannot resist it when he tickles you or when you are beating him in a game

- he is not the sappiest guy, but if you start to get sappy over a movie or a sad book, he will rub your back and give you head-kisses to help you feel better

below is not safe for work content. mdni.

not safe for work headcanons

- you find out very quickly into the relationship that he cannot resist a challenge of any kind. therefore, using that to your advantage always works out

- challenging him through text to sneak out of his dorm will work, but ofc he wants a prize at the end (you are on your knees for the next hour)

- the benefit of his speech is that you don't feel any fatigue whatsoever during its use, so that makes it really easy to make your body endure while you deep-throat him over and over.

- it doesn't diminish the pleasure though; being told to stay still while he fondles your chest takes away nothing from the experience, and he knows how much you like having no choice.

- not that even if it was tiring, you wouldn't let him throat-fuck you, the noises he makes are heavenly for someone who can't speak straight, the struggle of watching him grip the bedframe and biting his lips so he doesn't utterly ruin you is SO worth a bruised throat.

- he might be nervous to use his speech on you the first time, but after you make sure that you can handle it, its becomes so much more confident in using it

- he loves making out with you, he loves making your lips red with all the biting, he wants to see them glossy and wet right before he puts his fingers in your mouth (you know where they are going next)

- sexting is so fun, yall thought it might be cringy, but its literally the best when he calls you with a command and he gets to listen to you whimper and moan as he jerks off to it, can be totally unexpected

- "Ride me."

- hand on your thigh when nobody can see, and his pinky is awfully close to your panties that it makes you nervous.

- ofc he can easily make you cum, but will he always let you? not without a cute little 'please' hes not. begging is fun, isnt it?

- lets be honest, the dick game is so good he don't even have to tell you to go to sleep after

- ofc he would definitely lay it down on you exactly how he described through text, and then clean you with special wipes he bought from the store because he aint a dickhead, duh.

I have so many more, especially for different situations, so lmk if you want more! Thank u for all the support as of recently!

bye pookies!

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley starts building his daughter's playset with a little help from an unexpected visitor. He wants to finish all of his projects and take care of you and do as much as he can now that he's home. There's so much he wants to get done, it might be time to make a to-do list.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing, oral, pregnancy, bit of angst

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley was up at the crack of dawn on Saturday. His afternoon nap the previous day turned into one that lasted into the evening when you got up with him and cooked him dinner before going back to bed. His plan was to come home and take care of everything so you didn't have to, but so far you made him homemade chicken fajitas and lulled him to sleep with your fingers in his hair, twice. 

But today, he was determined to return the favor. He wanted to get started on building the jungle gym, and he wanted to get in a few reps on his own workout equipment in the garage. He'd clean up the kitchen and take Tramp for a walk later, too. If he got started now, he might be able to build the entire jungle gym frame for his daughter. His daughter. He ran his hands over his face as you snoozed right next to him in bed. Would he ever stop being on the verge of tears when he thought about it?

There was a list of names he liked in the Nugget notebook which was still tucked away in his duffle bag. He had a favorite, but he didn't want to try to convince you that it was perfect until he heard which ones you liked. But he knew it would be perfect.

"Roo?"

He was just about to slip out of bed when you rolled toward him, reaching for him groggily like you couldn't quite believe he was really home. "There's my Baby Girl," he whispered, letting his hand settle on your belly now that you were awake. "And my Nugget."

In an instant, you pushed him onto his back, kissing him as he cradled you with both hands. Your bump wasn't very big yet, but it was noticeable, and he didn't want to hurt you. God he missed waking up next to you, and it was obvious you'd missed him, too. You deepened the kiss, your tongue dipping between his parted lips until you were tasting his mouth. He could feel your nipples harden against his chest through a layer of cotton as you dragged your fingers through his hair before letting them trail down his body to the waistband of the shorts he fell asleep in. 

"Okay," he grunted, already hard for you as you ran your index finger inside the elastic. "Take it easy, Sweetheart. Wanna make this last." He rolled you gently onto your back as you cupped him inside his shorts, your thumb stroking his length. You squeezed his balls gently, spreading your legs wide. He glanced down your body as you smirked at him. "If you're gonna show off that pretty pussy, I'll put my mouth all over it."

"Bradley," you moaned, turning your head to the side. How on earth that bashful smile could make him even wilder, he had no idea. But just when he ran his thumb along your wet slit and tickled your ear with his mustache, someone started pounding on the front door.

You squeaked and jolted beneath him, but not in the way he wanted. "What the fuck?" he growled, easing his body off of yours. Once he was standing, he tried to adjust himself in his shorts, but it was obvious he was hard. Then there was more pounding.

"It's your first weekend home. Did you seriously invite someone over here this early, Bradley?" you asked, squinting as you reached for your phone. "It's seven o'clock!"

"No," he grunted. "I didn't even talk to anyone! I just wanted to eat your pussy in peace."

He stormed out of the bedroom, adjusting himself as he went. Tramp was already pacing back and forth and whimpering at the front door when Bradley saw Jake's car parked in front of the house. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." He wrenched the door open and found Jake standing there with some grocery bags and a box of donuts. "What do you want?" Bradley barked while Tramp started licking the unwanted visitor's leg.

Jake strolled inside like he wasn't interrupting Bradley's blissful weekend of giving his wife head and finding out his Nugget is a girl. "I brought all of the groceries and everything," Jake answered, heading for the kitchen, completely unfazed by Bradley in nothing but his compression shorts. "Welcome home, by the way. Looks like the perfect day to start on that playset."

Bradley didn't particularly want to jump down his throat, especially since Jake had been the one to promise to get the damn thing built for the baby if he didn't make it home in one piece. "Why are you here exactly?" he asked, and then he heard your voice from down the hallway.

"Is that Jake?"

"Yes," Bradley and Jake replied at the same time. And then you appeared wearing that old shirt and a pair of Bradley's gym shorts and your glasses, and he wanted to drag you back to bed and put his mouth everywhere.

"What the hell?" you asked, stomping right up to Jake, clearly annoyed that Bradley's face wasn't between your thighs. "You practically woke us up!"

"Well, that's not completely true," Bradley muttered with a smirk, earning a glare from you. 

Jake checked the clock on the microwave. "It's 7:18. When you texted me last night and said Rooster was home, you told me to come over around seven."

"I meant seven in the evening!" you said, flailing your arms. "Like a normal person!"

Jake just shrugged and bit into a donut. "I brought the groceries you asked for."

Bradley watched you and saw the exact moment you caved. The annoyance on your face melted away as you grabbed a cream donut from the box. "Wait, why did you ask Jake to bring groceries over?"

You nibbled on the donut and snuggled up against Bradley, looking up at him as you said, "I wanted to make Reuben his cookies today, but I didn't want to leave you to go to the store."

He kissed some powdered sugar from your lips and whispered, "You're the sweetest thing."

You pressed your cheek to his chest and said, "Since he's here, you might as well get Jake to help you with the pallets on the driveway since I can't lift anything that heavy."

Bradley cringed just thinking about it. "You will not be lifting a fucking finger, Sweetheart. I'll take care of everything." He looked at Jake over your head and asked, "Feel like helping me get started on the playset?"

He had half of a second donut in his mouth as he mumbled, "I thought that's why I was here."

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Bradley didn't put any more clothing on, and that was a-okay with you. He just added his work boots to the mix. Those black compression shorts were working overtime as he and an equally shirtless Jake hauled everything from the driveway to the backyard. He already cleared out the area where the playset would go, framed it in with long wood planks and filled it with gravel, and today they would start assembling the frame.

Your plan to make five dozen cookies for Reuben kept getting derailed as you wandered over to the sliding glass door every five minutes or so. The yard wasn't very big, and now most of it would be taken up by the patio, shed and playset, but you'd let your husband build anything he wanted back there. He was so excited about the baby, it made you feel lightheaded. 

You were pregnant with a girl. Maybe she'd have Bradley's wavy hair. Maybe she would look just like him. You leaned against the open door frame and watched the guys as they argued about a drill bit setting and smiled. When you caught Bradley's eye, he shouted out, "I love you," before continuing with his discussion. He loved you so well, you already knew he'd be just as devoted to his daughter.

The oven started beeping, letting you know it had preheated. You ran your hand down your body and whispered, "Your father is going to spoil you rotten." Then you put the first tray of chocolate chip cookie dough in the oven, and within minutes your entire house smelled amazing. You baked so many cookies for Reuben, you didn't see how he would even be able to eat all of them before they got stale, so you shaped the last batch into little heart cookies with your fingers before tossing them in the oven.

Then when you took a bite out of one of the cookies that was cooling on the counter, you felt her. It was that same light, fluttering sensation as last time when you tried to eat a piece of candy on Halloween. "Hi," you whispered, voice laced with excitement. "Do you have a sweet tooth?" There was more fluttering, and you grabbed at the edge of the counter as you laughed. "You do! Are you going to eat everything I bake just like your dad?"

You closed your eyes and chewed the cookie slowly, letting yourself linger in the kitchen over the feel of your daughter doing some kind of a wild somersault for you. 

"It's getting hot out," came Bradley's voice through the open door. "Let's grab some drinks before we drill the brackets into place." Once he was inside with Jake, he started digging around in the refrigerator, retrieving two cans of beer and two water bottles. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he asked as he handed Jake a bottle and a can. He was eyeing you cautiously where you stood with your hand on your belly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you whispered, and now both men were looking at you. "The Nugget was just doing some backflips."

"She was?" Bradley asked in excitement, leaving his forgotten drinks on the counter next to the refrigerator. In an instant, he was on his knees in front of you, yanking your shirt up and kissing your belly button while his big, warm hands settled against you. "Is she still?"

"She?" Jake asked with a smile, and you smiled back while Bradley shushed him.

"I think it's still too early for you to feel anything this way," you whispered, tugging your fingers through Bradley's sweaty hair as his stubbled cheek came to rest on your bump.

"Hey, little Nugget," he murmured while Jake took his drinks and slipped back outside. "Can you let Daddy feel like one little thump?" You could feel her squirming around while he talked, but she was probably still too small for him to get what he wanted. "Please?"

You didn't rush him. Bradley just knelt there with his eyes closed for a few minutes while you played with his hair. Now that Jake knew you were having a girl, you may as well just call your parents this week and tell all of your friends as well.

Bradley groaned and hopped to his feet as soon as Jake started up one of his power tools on the patio. He kissed you, his sun-warmed torso pressed against you as he said, "I need to make sure he doesn't break anything." You were still laughing as he rushed outside.

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The backyard was coming together nicely. After you fed Jake dinner and he finally left, Bradley undressed you and picked you up, setting you down on the edge of the counter where you could look out the window as the sky darkened. "You got a lot done today," you moaned while Bradley spread your legs and ate your pussy, picking up where he left off this morning. "Such a dedicated Daddy."

"Anything for the Nugget," he groaned before licking a long stripe up to your clit. His forehead bumped your growing belly which thrilled him as he slowly, meticulously brought you every bit of pleasure you should have had in bed earlier. His mind was swirling with all of the projects he had to do and the torn apart attic, and he was still exhausted from being away for so long. But he got lost in your taste and the sounds you were making as soon as he started sucking gently on your clit.

"You know what that fucking mustache does to me," you gasped while he tried not to grin. His fingers found your dainty tattoo, and he sucked on your clit a little harder until you were begging him to fuck you. He wanted to tell you no and draw your orgasm out of you on the kitchen counter, but then you demanded, "I want to come on your cock."

Carefully, so he didn't dare hurt you, he helped you slide off the counter and into his arms. "If this is uncomfortable for you, then you need to tell me, Baby Girl." But you were already spinning around and pressing your gorgeous ass back against him.

"Fuck me," you whined, and Bradley was more than happy to oblige.

He lined himself up with your slick entrance and pushed himself deep as he said, "I thought you told me you weren't as horny in the second trimester."

You were whimpering his name before you got control. "Well now that you're home, I guess I am."

"Music to my ears." 

He went slowly, making sure you felt everything, and he cupped your belly and your fucking delicious breasts while you held onto the counter. Your body felt different to him, but in so many ways it was exactly the same. Your response never changed; you always welcomed him knowing he'd get you there no matter what. And you gripped him tight, rolling your hips back to meet him, stroke for stroke. 

When he plucked at your nipples, you arched your back, and when he rolled your clit between his fingers, you started to come. He was right there, too, and you pushed him over the edge when you said, "Make a mess of my pussy, Roo."

"Damn it," he growled, lips pressed to your shoulder as he filled you up and kept himself thrust deep to enjoy the squeeze of your orgasm around him. When you straightened up but held him snug inside you, your head tipped back against his shoulder. "How was that, Sweetheart?" he crooned, and you moaned. Then your stomach growled loudly, and he chuckled. 

"I'm so hungry. Didn't we just eat dinner?"

"My little Nugget is growing," he whispered, letting his chin rest on your shoulder so he could look at your tits. He brought his hands up so he could swipe his thumbs along your nipples. "I swear these fucking thing are getting bigger by the day," he mused while you reached for the plastic container of chocolate chip cookies. You held it up and let him take a bite before finishing the rest of it yourself. "Weren't these supposed to be for Reuben?" he asked.

You pointed to the island where several gallon sized bags were filled with cookies. "His are regular. The little heart shaped ones in this container are for you."

Bradley could have stood there forever with his hands all over the front of you and his softening cock still inside your pussy while you fed him heart shaped cookies and told him the baby was moving around again. "I want to feel her," he whispered.

Your head tipped back again as you said, "I know, Roo. Pretty soon she'll be kicking up a storm, excited about meeting her dad." 

Then you started yawning and he finally took a reluctant step away from you. "It's time for bed," he said, patting your ass. "It was an early morning with Jake showing up and everything." He followed you to the bathroom and helped you clean up his cum from your legs, and then he waited until you were done washing your face and brushing your teeth to lead you to bed. He handed you a clean pair of his boxer briefs and watched you pull them up so the elastic sat just below your bump. He smiled, and before you could pull on his ancient UVA shirt, he pulled you closer.

"Can I help you with something?" you asked, giving him a coy look. "You ready to go for round two?"

He raised one eyebrow. "Are you ready to go for round two?" You were smiling but already stifling another yawn when he guided you toward the bed and tugged his shirt over your head. "You need to rest. I'll fuck you twice tomorrow."

You pulled the blanket up and whispered, "This is all Jake's fault."

Bradley snorted as he pulled the blanket back down, yanked up the shirt and leaned down to press his lips to your warm breasts. You whimpered as he kissed both nipples and ran his nose along your perfectly soft skin. "I can't get enough of these fucking things. My god, Sweetheart." He forced himself to pull the shirt back into place when you started to squirm, quickly kissing your bump first. After he removed your glasses and set them aside, he reached for the lamp on your nightstand.

"Aren't you getting in bed?"

He shook his head. "I'll clean the kitchen and let Tramp out first, and then I'll be in. I love you both."

"Love you, Roo," you curled up on your side, already falling asleep when you added, "You know what I'm hungry for?"

"What's that, Baby Girl?"

"Hot sauce."

He had to stifle his laughter as he whispered, "Finally. I'll take care of that tomorrow, too. I'll just add it to my list. Two rounds of sex, more playset building, and some hot sauce."

You were already sound asleep.

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When you got up on Sunday morning, Bradley and Tramp were nowhere to be found, but both Broncos were in the driveway. "Roo?" You were met with silence as you made yourself some coffee and filled a glass with water. He had covered the refrigerator in rows of ultrasound photos, and you couldn't help but laugh at the way he used up all of the magnets. You picked up one of the now stale donuts that Jake left, and that's when you found a note from your husband.

Walking Tramp to the beach. Back soon. I have my phone. Tell the Nugget I love her.

You smiled, looked down at your belly and said, "Your Daddy loves you." The way she immediately started to squirm and flutter around had you reaching for the counter. "Feels like you love him, too." 

You moved his note to the side, and your fingers brushed a handwritten list, partially folded up and sitting on top of all of Bradley's unopened mail that you'd collected. The last time you went through his things, you ended up in a very dark place after you saw the results from the sperm test he took. You didn't want to do that again. You could just want until he got home. He wouldn't be long now. 

But you stood there and read the first two things written which weren't hidden from your view. Contact lawyer. Send check to Nicole.

Who was Nicole? And why was Bradley contacting a lawyer without you? Your skin prickled as you reached for the piece of paper before pushing it further away. You considered going to get your phone from the bedroom to call him and tell him to come home, but instead you stood there and got frustrated. You did not want to do this to yourself again.

When he walked inside a few minutes later wearing snug gym shorts and a white tank, he was all smiles as Tramp ran for his water bowl. "Morning," he rasped, yanking his aviators down lower on his nose as he hung up the leash. "You look cute."

You didn't though. You hadn't showered, and you didn't even brush your teeth yet. "Can we talk about what's on this list?"

His brow furrowed and he froze. "What list?"

"This one," you said as calmly as you could. "The one where you wrote about contacting a lawyer and someone named Nicole."

He made his way over to you and asked, "How much did you read?" as he tossed his sunglasses on the counter.

You crossed your arms over your bump and frowned. "That's all I read."

"Good." He snatched it up, unfolded it and handed it to you. "It's my list of things I want to take care of today or tomorrow."

You read the list from top to bottom.

Contact lawyer

Send check to Nicole for permit

Order album for ultrasounds

Call Bradley Ross

Hot sauce reservation for my Baby Girl

Text Reuben

Offer to babysit Jeremiah

Order a new drill bit to replace the one Jake broke

Decide on Thanksgiving plans

"Oh," you said, meeting his eyes as you handed it back to him. "Who's Bradley Ross?"

He folded up the list again as he said, "The contractor who is going to re-do our attic however you want it."

"Oh." You pressed your lips together before you asked, "Are you going to tell me why you want to talk to a lawyer and who Nicole is?"

"Come here," he rasped, and you tucked yourself into his arms, your lips brushing his paper airplane tattoo. "I want a lawyer to add the Nugget to my will. And I think you should come with me to make sure literally everything is in order. for yourself, too." You nodded against him, and then he added, "And I really don't want to tell you who Nicole is, because it will ruin the surprise. But I've never even met her, and I have no idea who she actually is."

"That sounds weird."

"It's not, I promise, Sweetheart."

You looked up into his eyes, his gaze soft as he ran his hand slowly up and down your back. You already felt better just talking to him. "Fine. Keep your secrets. But the surprise had better be a good one."

He nodded. "It's something for our anniversary. You'll love it. Now why don't you bring your coffee outside and keep me company while I work on the playset?"

You were starting to melt. "I could do that."

"Then we can take a shower together?" he asked hopefully. "You can wash my hair?"

You melted a little bit more. "I would love that."

"And then I'll take you out to dinner."

You sat out on the patio in the sun for a while, not doing much to help Bradley other than occasionally catcall and make sure he drank enough water. Then you took a luxurious shower, complete with hair washing and sex against the wall. He was taking you up to the hot sauce restaurant in Del Mar where you had your first date, and you squeezed yourself into the red dress you wore that night.

Bradley was acting like his brain was short circuiting, and maybe it was. "Holy fucking hell," he groaned, gripping the edge of the dresser when he came to check to see if you were ready to go. He was staring at you like he was in agony as he bit down on his knuckle. He let out a soft wheezing sound before he said, "You're pregnant. In your red dress."

You looked down at yourself; you didn't think it looked that bad. "Yes?"

He rushed forward and grabbed your hand. "That's so fucking sexy. We've gotta go. Now. Or else we'll never leave the house."

"Roo!" you laughed as he pulled you along. "I don't even have shoes on."

He threatened to carry you everywhere before you successfully put on a cute pair of shoes. Then you and he dropped the cookies off at Reuben's place, and you gave the other aviator a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for looking after Bradley. And then the two of you were back in the blue Bronco, winding up the coastal highway as the sun set over the ocean. It was nearly Thanksgiving. It was almost your first wedding anniversary. The Nugget was back to doing somersaults. And finally, you were craving hot sauce again.

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This man already loves his kiddo. BG is about to have a do over for the steak dinner that got ruined when she was in Annapolis. I still don't know what they are doing for Thanksgiving (good thing it's on his to-do list), but they will definitely be celebrating their first anniversary very soon! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 4

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Two

Summary: The morning after the disaster that was your engagement party has got your head pounding and you're not even sure what your next move is gonna be. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5k~ Warnings: Explicit Language (maybe idk I can't remember lol) an argument and idk that's kinda it lol and ofc barely edited lmao a/n: I'm putting out part 2 early as a thank you for all the notes and just the over all interaction you all have given my blog and this story so thank you. I've barely written anything for part 3 so there's gonna be a bigger gap between uploads so forgive me but be sure to check out my other stories as well in the meantime 🥰 Requested by: @kkusadmirer 💜

Hearing the birds outside is the first thing that brings me out of the dream state I had been in. I open my eyes and scan my surroundings and notice that I'm still at Jungkook's house. "What happened last night?" I say aloud, rubbing my eyes and sitting up before laying back down, getting an instant head rush.

"Y/n?" I hear Jungkook from the other side of door. "Come in" I say before thinking twice, not remembering anything about what happened last night. "Good morning sunshine" he says quietly, walking in with a glass of water and pain killers and I sit up slowly as he comes closer.

"How did I end up in here?" I ask and wordlessly thank him and take it real quick and start chugging the water while waiting for his response. "I carried you" he replies leaving me choking at the image.

"You carried me in here?" I ask, embarrassed that he had to take care of me like that. "Yeah you pretty much passed out on me so I kinda had to" he laughs, rubbing my back hoping to help me stop coughing. "I'm sorry I kinda don't remember anything" I admit and I see his face fall a little leaving me panicking again.

"Did I do something stupid?" I cringe and he laughs at whatever memory he has leaving me even more nervous. "No don't worry you were just being cute" he teases and I let out a breath I had been holding, thankful I didn't make too much of a fool of myself, or at least by his standards.

"I'm sorry I guess I lost control a bit" I say, looking down at my hands, embarrassed that I had given him so much trouble to deal with. "You know you say sorry a lot for someone who doesn't really have anything to be sorry about" he say and I sigh, not believing his words but not having the energy or brain capacity to argue.

"Hey" he says, tilting my chin up to look at him, you're fine y/n don't worry. I'm just glad you let me be there for you. I couldn't let you leave in the state you were in so thank you for trusting me to take care of you" he says while rubbing his thumb up against my cheek and all I can do in response is blink, so caught off guard by the sudden skin ship.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, letting go of my chin and taking the water glass from my hand. "Yes and no. Honestly I feel like I'm gonna throw up" I admit without thinking twice. "I mean I-"

"It's okay, you really did drink a lot so I'm not surprised. Let me at least make you some soup so you have something in your system" he says and I nod which satisfies him. "I'll let you know when it's ready" he continues and I nod again, watching as he makes his way out.

I hold my head in my hands, begging for the medicine to kick in so this pounding in my head goes away.  Although I know though that the onset stress of not knowing what happened last night is the real cause of this headache. 'What happened last night?' I question myself silently this time, going through everything that happened yesterday but the part after me coming back inside the house after everyone left is still a little fuzzy.

I sit and think for a little while longer and before I know it Jungkook is knocking on the door again. "Foods ready" he says with a sweet smile making me forget how exactly I'm supposed to respond. "Is everything okay?" he asks, coming to sit on my side of the bed. "I just, I really don't remember what happened last night" I say and he nods and thinks for a second before responding.

"How about this, lets get some food in you first and get you feeling a bit better and then I'll tell you. Okay?" he offers, tilting his head at me and I nod after thinking for a second or two. "Great, now can you get out there on your own or do you think you need some help?" he asks and I quickly go to shut down his offer.

"No Jungkook that's okay I can manage" I say and throw the covers off of me and slowly get up off the bed and I hear him chuckle a bit. "What are you laughing at?" I ask, confused as to if he's making fun of me or not.

"No, no it's nothing. I'm just surprised you called me Jungkook on your own this time" he says as I start to stand and my heart rate picks up, not even realizing I had done that. "Well you wanted me to call you that right?" I ask shyly, but I lose my footing when I stand up, still a bit weak to my dismay but before I have a chance to fall Jungkook catches me and pulls me onto his lap.

"I-" I start but am caught off by the proximity and the memories of last night start to flood my brain and I rest my head on his shoulder just like I did before I passed out.

I groan and he laughs at my reaction, "It all coming back to you isn't it?" he asks and I nod, not daring to make eye contact with him. "I can't believe I asked you to do that. I'm sorry" I say and try to get off his lap but he pull me back on it with his hands that are firmly placed on my hips.

"Hey, you didn't do anything wrong" he says, brushing the hair that had fallen on my face out of the way. If I couldn't breathe before I definitely can't breathe now, especially since I catch him looking down at my lips before quickly flipping them back to my eyes.

"Okay" is all I can manage to choke out and before he's able to do anything else I quickly get up off his lap and walk out of the room, needing to break the tension that had started to build between us.

'What the fuck am I doing? Kissing my best friend...well ex best friend's dad? Like what the fuck is wrong with me?' I walk into the bathroom in the hallway to get an extra five minutes alone so I can try to stop my heart from racing. Who would've thought that in less than twenty four hours I would have a mental breakdown not once, but twice in this same bathroom. 'Why does this shit always have to happen to me?'

After taking a few more breaths and washing my face I walk into the kitchen where I see Jungkook enjoying his morning cup of coffee, or should I say afternoon cup of coffee as I check the clock seeing it's already past two.

"Did I really sleep this late?" I ask, cringing at the thought of yet again inconveniencing him. "Yeah but don't worry I was planning on having a lazy day anyways" he says, reading my mind and motioning for me to sit down at one of the stools on the island he has in his kitchen.

He turns his back to me and starts preparing me a bowl of soup but I can help but check him out, his strong broad shoulders that lead down to his small waist and accompanied by his ass and thick thighs I could just-

"Here you go" he say, placing the bowl in front of me and I quickly bring my eyes to the food he's given me. It smells strangely like home, almost as if my mom had made it for me when I had been sick as a kid. "Thank you" I say quietly and take a bite, moaning at the warm and rich flavor that hits my tongue without even realizing what I'd done.

"That good huh?" he asks while leaning back on one of the counters with his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh- um, yeah. Yes, thank you" I say, quickly tripping over my words but he just smiles before taking another sip of coffee and I quickly go back to eating my soup. This time quietly.

"So what are you planning on doing?" he asks casually after I've finished eating, as if I know what he's talking about. "What do you mean?" I question after taking a drink of water, him having refused to give me a cup of coffee until I had at least drank two cups of water.

"You live with my daughter right?" he questions and my whole mood turns upside down. He takes notice of it and quickly back pedals, "I guess I should've waited for you to wake up a bit more before asking you that" he says, now offering me an apology cup of coffee.

"No it's okay you're right. I probably should figure out what I'm gonna do. To be honest I think I'll move out. Just because being in the same space that I used to spend time with them in just sounds like I'm setting myself up for heartbreak" and he nods at my reasoning but I decide to continue anyways, verbally processing it all.

"If I stay there I'll be reminded of all the good times we had and the many memories we made together and I don't want to be haunted by those images. Plus a fresh start sounds perfect to me" I say and he continues while adding the perfect amount of milk and sugar to my coffee, weirdly.

"So are you just going to stay there until you find a place?" he asks and I think about how awkward it's going to be just working around her until I find that perfect place. "I was thinking I could probably ask my sister if I could crash at her place for a bit" I say thinking of the first solution that comes to mind.

"But doesn't your sister live on the opposite side of the city from your internship?" he questions and I slump at that realization. "You're right. I guess I'll just have to wake up a bit earlier" I say, trying to figure out how to remedy this problem full well knowing it's been hard enough for me to wake up and get there on time even though I only lived ten minutes away.

"Why don't you stay here?" he offers and my whole body straightens up instantly, "You would let me stay here?" I ask, my eyebrows raised as high as they possibly could, surprised that he would even offer something like that and he nods in response.

"You would let me stay here?" I question again, clarifying if I heard him right. "Yeah why not? I've got plenty of space and it's not like we're strangers or anything. Plus your internship is only about ten minutes further from here than where you live now" he says, making good points as to why I should take him up on the offer.

"I couldn't possibly do that to you. I mean I wouldn't want to disturb your life like that. But thank you!" I say, shutting down the idea right away but he persists nonetheless.

"Again, I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to. You're more than welcome to stay here and you can even move upstairs into one of the bigger bedrooms. Plus I have a storage unit that I haven't really used so you can store any big pieces of furniture you might have" he continues, trying to convince me even more and when he sees that I am about to refuse again he comes up with a compromise.

"Stay one more night. Tomorrow's Sunday right? That way you won't have to worry about work or anything like that so we can just relax and talk about things over today and tomorrow and then you can decide what you'd like to do" he says and it gets me to think about it for a second which makes him hopeful and ultimately I end up accepting.

"I guess I could stay one more night" I say and he gives me a half smile which some how makes me more nervous than a full one and so I take the first sip of my coffee that has honestly gone cold by now.

"Perfect. Did you want me to go take you to your place to pick up some clothes that you might need?" he questions, jumping at the opportunity to be helpful. "No that's okay. I drove here so I have my car out front" I say, shutting his next offer down but he make another good point that has me second guessing myself.

"Are you sure you want to drive when you're hungover? I don't think I can let you do that" he says, falling into a protective mode which is endearing but I don't think I could take advantage of him like that since he's already done so much for me. "I'll be fine Jungkook don't worry" I say and he nods his head respecting my choice and I let out a breath, happy that I don't have to fight him on this one too.

"Okay, did you want to borrow some more of my clothes so you can shower before you go?" he questions and I smile awkwardly, happy that he offered but guilty that he yet again is helping me out.

"I'll be back in a sec" he chuckles and walks past me, placing a hand on my back as he passes by which makes me sit up straight at the feeling and I watch him as he jogs upstairs to go retrieve said clothes.

He comes down seconds later with the clothes, a towel and even a toothbrush in hand. "Thought you might want one of these too" he says and I accept it all sheepishly before excusing myself and making my way into the bathroom.

How am I even supposed to act in this kind of situation? Like my ex best friend's dad who I kissed last night while I was drunk is now offering to let me stay here so I can move out of the apartment I share with his toxic daughter that my boyfriend cheated on me with. Like this is just way too much weirdness for me.

I shake off those thoughts and get in the shower to quickly get rid of all of these roaming thoughts and just hope and pray that somehow things will work out and I can settle into a new normal with my own place as soon as possible but I guess that luck just isn't on my side these days...

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After getting out of the shower and getting dressed I dry my hair with the hair dryer I happened to find under the sink and try to make myself look as presentable as possible so when I go back home I don't look like the complete mess that I know I am on the inside.

There's no reason I should be showing any kind of weakness around Jina or Jared so I just need to get in and get out of there as fast as I can so I can avoid as much awkwardness as possible. Being hungover doesn't help this situation in the slightest so I just really hope that she's not even there.

Walking out of the bathroom I'm met with a freshly clean Jungkook, scrolling through his phone while sitting on the couch and he quickly turns his head once he notices I've finished up.

"You feeling okay" he asks, always concerned for my wellbeing and I guess I just need to chalk it up to the parent side of him. Maybe that's all this is? Maybe Jina hasn't really given him an opportunity to be her dad in a while so he's just seeing me as another daughter he wants to take care of. That makes a lot more sense so thinking about it now I think I can go into this with a lot clearer mindset than before.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better thankfully" I say and head to the guest room where I stayed last night. "If you wanna just throw all of that into the washing machine I'll get a load going later on" he calls after me and I simply do as he asks and then head back into said bedroom.

"Hey Jungkook have you seen my phone?" I question while throwing the blankets around, trying to figure out where I could've put it. "Yeah you left it out in the living room last night so I put it on the charger when I woke up. Here" he says and I jolt at the sound of his voice being in the room with me, full on expecting him to still be on the couch.

"Thank you" I say while holding my hand out to take it with the other one placed over my heart, trying to calm down after the shock of him getting here so quickly. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" he chuckles and I wave off his apology, not seeing any need for it. "It's fine don't worry about it" I say and once I unlock it I see call after call after call after call from not only Jared but Jina, my mom and my sister, with just as many text messages to match.

"Looks like you're really popular today" he jokes, trying to make light of the situation. "Not for the right reasons" I mumble and lock my phone, not bothering to sift through the hundreds of notifications just yet.

"I've gotta head out and get a few things at the store so why don't you come with me? We can stop by your place to get your things and then this way you can help me pick out some groceries so we have stuff that you like as well" he says while grabbing his keys and instead of trying to refuse I simply nod and follow him outside.

We get in the car and drive silently to my place but once we get a bit closer I stop him. "Would you mind parking around the corner? It's just...well I don't want Jina to see you driving me around and make a big deal about it" he nods his head and without a fuss pulls into the coffee shop parking lot around the corner.

"Is this alright?" he questions and I nod and get out of the car. "Let me know if you need any help. She's my daughter so it's not like she would do anything drastic if I was around" he says, referring to her sometimes short temper. Plus with these added hormones there's no telling how she gonna be reacting to things now that everything is out in the open.

As I make my way to the apartment I check my phone to see if she's still sharing her location with me and thankfully she is and I see that she's still at work so hopefully if move fast enough I should be in and out before she comes home.

Walking into the apartment it looks as though she's started gathering her own stuff up in boxes, almost as if she's getting ready to move out. I appreciate the fact that since she fucked up that she automatically volunteered to move out but she's more than welcome to keep this place as far as I'm concerned.

I jog back into my room, reminding myself of the task at hand and I grab my duffle bag and start putting as many things as I think I'll need to get me through at least a few days in case anything happens. Better safe than sorry right?

My last stop is the bathroom where I pack up my shampoo and conditioner as well as my skincare products and throw it all into a plastic bag that I'm able to place easily on top of the rest of the items in the bag but before I'm even able to finish getting the rest of my toiletries together I'm greeted with the sound of Jina walking in.

"Y/n?" she calls out and I swear under my breath, trying to think of a way to make this whole situation as quick and painless as possible. "Y/n?" she says again, rounding the corner and finding me in the bathroom where I've started to pick up the pace and throw things in haphazardly wanting to get the fuck out already.

"What are you doing?" she questions me and I walk past her and back into my room and throw the bag in my duffle bag and zip everything up. "Please don't ignore me" she says in pretty much the most pitiful voice I've ever hear out of her and I scoff and roll my eyes. "You don't have the right to be acting like that. I'm moving out so don't bother moving out if you want the apartment" I say and throw on a baseball hat and walk out of my room and make a b line for the front door.

"Y/n please talk to me" she pleads and it's taking everything in me not to slap that 'poor me' attitude out of her. "You wanna talk? Let's speed this up for the both of us alright? You slept with my boyfriend behind my back, got pregnant and ruined my relationship and now I'm moving out. That pretty much covers everything if I'm not mistaken so let's just call this conversation over. I'll be back to pick up the rest of my shit later so don't touch anything" I say quickly without giving her a second to get a word in.

"When's later?" she asks and I roll my eyes at her pitiful excuse in trying to keep me here. "Whenever the hell I feel like it Jina. Sorry I can't make everything magically disappear right away" I say and turn to grab the handle but she just keeps going.

"Where are you staying?" she has the audacity to ask and I smile and shake my head at her stupidity. "Why would I ever tell you that? So you can come bother me with your lame excuses of apologizing. Or oh yeah even worse telling Jared where to find me so he can do the same thing. Why don't you guys do all of us a favor and stay the hell out of my life" I say and walk out the door, making sure to slam it right behind me.

While walking back to Jungkook's car I try my best to calm my breathing so I can hide what happened from him. There's no reason why he even needs to know that she showed up so might as well keep it to myself.

As I get closer to his car I watch as he looks up and sees me coming and gets out to grab my bag from me. "Is this everything you wanted?" he questions, taking it from me and placing it in the trunk. "Yep that's everything. Or at least enough to get me through the next few days" I say and get in the car with him following suit soon after.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern now laced all over his expression. "I'm totally fine, why do you ask?" I question in the most awkward tone of voice I've ever heard come out of me. "Because you're shaking" he points out and grabs one of my hands, holding it between two of his.

"No it's okay I'm fine" I say, my voice now getting wobbly, matching the shakiness of my hands. "Something happened in there didn't it?" he asks and I shake my head but he raises a questioning brow at me which has me nodding a moment later, admitting to what happened. "Jina came home" I say and take a shaky breath in and out, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he questions and I quickly shake my head and he nods his and lets go of my hand and turns to start the car and pull out of the parking lot but as soon as we're on the main road again he reaches out for one of my hands and holds onto it again, not letting go until we get to the store.

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Grocery shopping with him feels weirdly domestic and felt as though we had done it dozens of times before, with both of our methods on how to shop quickly and efficiently matching up perfectly and so time flies and before I know it we're already putting the groceries away in his kitchen.

"We make a pretty good team huh?" he says and tossing me an apple and I catch it in time, further proving his point. "I guess we do" I say amusedly and take a big bite out of it. "No I'm serious! I swear whenever I go alone I always end up forgetting one of the most obvious ingredients and with your help I don't think I forgot a single thing" he says taking a bite of the apple he had gotten for himself.

"Well I'm glad to have been of some help. I feel bad since you've been doing nothing but taking care of me for the past twenty four hours and I haven't been able to give you anything in return" I admit, twisting the stem of until it pops off.

"You've given me plenty in return" he laughs off, as if I had said something ridiculous. "Oh yeah like what?" I ask, taking another bite of the apple and leaning back against the counter.

"You've definitely given me quite a few laughs today" he says and I scrunch my eyebrows together knowing that he's just making fun of me. "And you've definitely made my day a whole lot more interesting. Plus I learned some new things about you" he says and I gulp at that last part, knowing I've definitely overshared with him quiet a few times.

"Like how you prefer green apples over red. How you prefer white bread over wheat and that you get shy whenever I get close to you" he lists off, the last one obviously catching me off guard.

"I-" I start but I'm frozen in place as he gets closer to me and I just realized how I've backed myself into a corner. "Jungkook I-" I try again but my efforts die in my throat when he places his hands on either side of my hips, trapping me against the counter, staring at me as if he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"Do you wanna tell me why that is?" he asks, tilting his head almost taunting me. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, doing my best to remain level headed. "You sure about that?" he asks and I nod my head in response, not trusting my voice to stay steady this time. "Then why are you holding your breath?" he says while placing his hand on my neck and using his thumb to press down on my chin, encouraging me to open my mouth which I do with almost no hesitation.

"I don't know" I whisper but he leans in closer, bringing his lips closer to mine. "I think you're lying" he say, his warm breath fanning my face, promises of pleasure hidden behind those words and it has me whimpering at the thought. 

"Y/n, earth to y/n" Jungkook says, bursting the bubble of the incredibly inappropriate daydream I had been having in front of him. "I-i'm sorry what was that?" I stutter, making it clear that I hadn't been paying attention. 

"Maybe you're running a fever" he says, walking over to me and placing the back of his hand to my forehead, his cool hand causing a shiver to run down my spine. "What makes you say that?" I ask, looking up at him, taking in his features from our closer proximity. "Because you're burning up, and your whole face has gone red" he says and I feel my cheeks getting even more red at his observation. 

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks, making purposeful eye contact with me. "Yeah I just, I think I need to go lay down for a while" I say, finding the easiest escape route possible. "That's probably a good idea. I shouldn't have kept you out for so long" he says, guilt clouding his expression and I take one of his hands in mine without giving it a second thought making him jolt for a second but tighten his hold around mine just seconds later. 

"I'm fine don't worry" I say with a small smile, "It was my fault for drinking so much. If I'm ever around you again and there's alcohol involved could you do me a favor and stop me from drinking so much" I laugh, trying to lift his spirits and it seems to do the trick. 

"Of course darling" he says and places a kiss on the center of my forehead. "Now go lay down, you really are burning up" he says, having felt the heat radiating off of me from the kiss he had graced me with. I smile up at him and nod my head before turning around and heading back to my room. 

Living with him might not be so bad. It's been a while since someone's taken care of me or even shown me such simple kindness without needing anything in return. I'm not sure if it would be the smartest decision but I'm definitely warming up to the idea...

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[tosksuki]

His Essence

Pairing:gangleader!connie x y/n x armin

WARNING: sadistic!connie & masochist, humiliation kink , cuckingish , exhibition , voyeurism , dubcon , mentions of drugs , overstim , oral (fem only receiving) , praising, choking , fingering, dacryphilia , pet names , i think thats it

WordCount: 1.8k

Summary: Connie doesn’t like when you’re acting like this, being all fucking friendly friendly with Armin. You don’t know what you’re doing but god he cant miss the way Armin looks at you or how his cheeks turn shades of pink when you’re near him. This is why he hated bringing you to meetings but you begged him to come because you had nothing better to do. It was a mistake because all he told you to do was sit pretty next to him and chill out, but nooo you had to do the complete opposite. Another hour passes and Connie is pissed as hell so he ends the meeting but tells Armin to stay behind with the both of you....

“Niee let me go with you stop being a dick.” You scoffed, you have no idea why he wont let you got to his meetings anymore. “I've been dating you for 6 years its not like i'm gonna snitch on you” you tugged his hood off his head. He huffed in annoyance knowing good and well hes gonna fold.

“Fine. -he rolled his eyes and slightly lifted up your chin- but the only thing I want you to do is to sit pretty and chill out for me. Can you do that for me?” He lightly tapped your cheek with his finger. “Deal” you got your stuff ready and brought your own blanket because in all honesty you can’t trust the blankets at the trap because lord knows whose been doing what with who. Connie watched you slipped into your slides before opening the door for you and slapping your ass as you walked out in-front of him.

The trap wasn't too far from you and Connies condo so in a blink....well maybe two or three, you guys were already there. You ran into the house and was hit in the instant with the scent of heavy weed and the sound of music just booming all through the place. "SASHAAAAA" You jumped on her back before she got the chance to turn around. "I missed you so so so much." you said with a pout.

"Heyyyy pretty I missed you too" She let out in a whisped tone after blowing an O shape of smoke. Everybody got seated in the kitchen or around the island. You took your spot on Connies lap because its the only spot that was closest to him. Connie began his boring chit chat about guns and weed and opps, same old same old blah blah blah. You were getting bored and saw that Armin was sitting looking bored and the end of the island so you slid down from your personal "seat" and gave Connie a quick kiss on his neck and waddled over to Armin to bother him like you always do.

"Heyy Armin -you whispered to not interrupt whatever they we talking about- whacha doinn" You hopped in the seat next to him and shoved him a little with your shoulder. "HI y/n" He said fiddling with his blunt and scrolling through his phone. You leaned over to see what was so interesting not really caring how close you guys were to eachother, you saw he was texting about someone but you couldn't figure out who.“So? Whose the lucky girl—or is it a guy? Yk I always had an hunch” you elbowed him giggly. Armin peeked up from his phone and flinched "God- what the fuck are you doing so close to me" He quickly snatched his phone away from view and turned his phone off.

Connie snapped his head in you guys direction and saw Armin a lot a bit too close to his princess. You knew Connie was always alert when you were away from him because he doesn’t want his precious girlfriend to get hurt so you sent a thumbs up in his direction to reassure him. Connie sent you a questionable look confused as why the fuck you were that close.

Connie didn’t necessarily hate Armin but instead he felt bad for the guy , because he knew blondie couldn’t have you. It was annoying at how blind you were, You didn’t notice how Armins cheeks changed all shades of pink when you were around him but he did. You didn’t notice how Armins hands slightly touched you where he wasn’t supposed to touch but you belived those stupid pathetic “oh sorry”s he gave you but Connie watched his every move.

Connie snaped. Why? You don’t know, you were confused as everyone else. Connie enviously looked over at you , so oblivious to armins sly movements. “Everybody get the fuck out, Armin stay behind with me and y/n” He spat. You whined unknowingly as you said goodbye to everyone and blowing Sasha a kiss and shutting the door.

“C’mere pretty” Connie said blowing out a cloud of smoke, you go over to him and take ur spot back in his lap. Armin shifts uncomfortably in his seat trying to look anywhere but at the both of you. “So, Armin, whatd you think about the plans” He said in between the kisses harshly placed on your neck. “Uhm I wasn’t-I wasn’t paying attention” he tripped over his words as he watched Connie snake your waist and into your pants. “Nie what are y-“ you tried to speak but Connie cut you off with a press on your clit.

“Aw did I cut you off hm?“ He said with the most sinful grin you’ve ever seen and continued his abuse on your littlemissmissy. His eyes finding and boring back into Armins eyes, “and..you,,,you weren’t paying attention because what? Because of this dumb slut on my lap taking my fingers infront of you?” He let out a airy laugh, “Connie st-ah-!“ You tried to hold back a moan and failed “Conniee -t’s too much.” You yelped.

Connies eyes bore into Armins very blankly, “ya know,,,you could never have her right?”. “mmh shit” you moaned as he started laying lazy kisses all over you and never where you wanted the most. He slid a finger you and then another but too slowly for your liking. You whimpered digging the heels of your feet into the counter. “What is it love? You need something baby?” You nodded frantically as his fingers moved agonizingly slow it was unbearable. “Want-t nneed you to-o faster, please”

You covered your face with your palm while your free hand steadied you on the counter. Everything became too overwhelming from Nie’ fingers moving in and out and tongue never leaving your dripping pussy to Armin getting off and rubbing his very visible hard on. “ConNiE— gnna cum please let me cum” you said almost with a shout letting out loudest moan. He knew you wouldn’t last much longer by the way your hips rose off the counter trying to scram away from him till finally you saw white and so did he but this time it was your cum that fluttered his vision. He watched as your cunt clenched around the hot and heavy air that surrounded the room.

“You did so good for me pretty” he kissed all over your face whispering sweet praises as his fingers helped you eased out your high. Connie stood up from his stool and hastily walked over to Armin and whispered “open up pretty boy” to your surprise he obliged and Connie shoved his cum covered fingers into his mouth. “Fuck…you like that shit huh?” He watched as saliva started swelling and spilling down his fingers. You were still watching the most lewd thing you’ve seen unfold. Armin groaned at the taste of your cum and the feeling of Connies rough pace against his tongue. “Her pussy tastes good doesn’t it?” connie whispered and Armin quickly nodded.

Armin opened his mouth slightly out of breath from having to breathe through his nose. It was silent between the two, you rolled onto your stomach watching the scene unfold. You jumped up from the counter forcing your postorgasm legs to stutter a bit. Armin watched with big eyes as you jumped into his lap pulling his hoodie for a kiss.

You shrieked when he picked you up and moved to the couch for more room. You landed on the couch with an oomph. He pulled you against him and hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down agonizingly slowly. “F’’me t’is pussy so wet mama” he groaned as he shifted you onto his lap. You took off his hoodie n shirt and analyzed his soft abs n seeing scars you never knew of. You began kissing his ear down to his neck then traced to his soft pink lips. Armin shyly spread your pretty waxed pussy lips makin you moan into his mouth. You pulled on his sweats and he assisted you by lifting up his lips just enough to release his dick. It wasn’t as pretty as your lovely boyfriend connies but it was still thick n long. “Oh fuck min? You were hiding this the whole time,,” you giggled. All of a sudden you felt connie behind you and look up. His eyes were low and slightly glazed from his high. “M’ sweet girl, show him how you ride me okay?” Fuck! How could you not say yes to his sexy ass.

You looked back at armin who had his head rolled back on the couch taking a puff a smoke. You lowered yourself on him letting out a whimper. Armin bit his lip as he watched you slide up and down so easily. His hands quickly found his way to your hips as he began lifting his hips to meet you in the middle. “Shit con , you’re so selfish” he moaned “keepin this f’n pussy to yourself”. Connie let out a low chuckle and lifted up your shirt to reveal ur tits. “Cmon baby give him some more” he began rolling your nipples inbetween two of his fingers. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you began growing tired as you feel ur legs burning. Armin noticed and started slamming your hips down onto him forcefully. Connie reached from behind you and placed a hand on ur neck and added pressure as his other one began circling your puffy clit. “Good boy , cmon keep fuckin her for me” he licked mins ear which made him impossibly harder but ofcourse he obeyed. “Y-yes sir” he whimpered

It was too much “I ca-i can—-t” tears began to swell and burn in your eyes. You lean into connies chest, digging and your nails into his arms and armins skinny thighs. They both giggled and you swear you were gonna die from embarrassment if you weren’t getting drunk off the two men. Connie licked and sucked your neck and continued to bully ur clit. “Our sweet little min fuckin this pussy good hm?”Then suddenly Armin found your spot, the sweet soft spongy spot as he angled his hips slightly differently than before. You let out a loud scream. “C’mon mama make a mess,,, fuck….make a mess for me ,yeah?” Armin continued and leaned in for a kiss. “Please please please please nie please can I cum” you moaned and screamed.

You were such a good girl for him who was he to tell you no? “Go head baby, you did so good”. Your body collapsed onto Armin as you saw white and your body shook. Water shot from your body spraying his abs and connies hand. Armin followed you not too far behind. He whispered praises into your skin kissing wherever was exposed. He rode you out of your high as Connie watched in awe. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a warm rag for you both. You were in armins hoodie with his cum leaking out of you and you both were cuddled up sleeping. Connie cleaned you two up careful not to wake the both of you.

He sat next to you both placing soft kisses on your heads and thought,,, “maybe we’ll keep him”

Erm this is literally my first smut guys so pls give feedback and lmk if i should continue and leave suggestions. Okkayyy! Bye😊🤗

[httpsghostie]

Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that. 

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games. 

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 16: Stockings

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), public sex, stocking kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Kirk was always buying you stuff, he just loved to spoil you and for a long time that's all you thought it was, but then it took a turn.

He kept buying you stockings, long, thin socks with matching garters. You weren't to leave the house wearing them unless he was with you, even then they were only for special occasions and would always end with him fingering you under the table or fucking in a closet somewhere.

There was a business meeting, something you weren't quite sure what it was about but Kirk had asked you to come since James and Lars were also bringing their partners and wanted to make Jason jealous.

Jason didn't care but it didn't stop Kirk from running his fingers up your dress, pushing it up higher than he should've.

You swatted at his hand and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Kirk, you're gonna get caught."

"Don't worry about it." He said quietly in return, sneaking his hand fully under your dress, covering your lap with the table cloth. He pushed your panties aside, gathering your wetness on his finger before pushing it into you, moving at a slow pace to drive you crazy.

You just had to sit there and act like everything was ok, but it was so hard when he felt so good curling against your gummy walls. You could feel that knot building in your gut, getting ready to burst at an instant. You couldn't have that happen, Kirk wouldn't make you do go through with it, it was just too mean; besides, he had other plans for you.

Kirk pulled his hand away from you, wiping his fingers on your thigh before setting his utensils and napkin on his half finished plate, your almost untouched dish next to it. "Sorry to leave so soon, we, uh, have something else to get to." Kirk said innocently.

"Oh, yeah?" James asked, he'd seen those faces you made, how you twitched, he sat directly across from you and knew what Kirk was doing to you under the table. "Can't even stay for desert? I mean, Y/n has barely touched her food."

Kirk urged you out of your seat as you brushed your dress down, trying desperately to fix yourself up before walking through a restaurant.

He said a quick thanks before guiding you back to his car. Well, that's where he told everyone you were going. He took you to the bathroom and pushed you into a stall in the men's room before getting on his knees in front of you.

He pushed your dress up and ran his hands up and down your legs, feeling the fabric of your stalking under the calloused pads of his fingers as he kissed your exposed thighs, nipping at the lacy garter.

He pulled your panties down and pushed his fingers back into you, moving them at a much faster pace now as he continued to kiss and bite your thighs, paying more attention to wear your flesh pooled out the top, squished by the tight fabric.

It didn't take long before you felt that rush of heat coming again, this time Kirk didn't stop, letting your ride it out on his fingers and not trying to silence you, even in the publicity of the bathroom.

He gave your thigh a last kiss before looking up at you. "We don't have to stop." He said. "Do you want to go home and finish?" You'd barely caught your breath but you were desperate for more, you could see how hard he was through his jeans.

"Please." You said breathlessly as he stood up and led you out of the bathroom.

As soon as you were out the door someone caught your wrist and you around to see James. "Really?" He smiled down at you as Kirk came to your side, his arm going around your waist. "Have you no shame?" He teased.

"What can I say, I can't resist her." Kirk replied, kissing your cheek.

James rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, well, try a little harder next time, these meetings are important."

"Are they really?" You asked, looking to Kirk with a small pout.

"No, but fucking under the table isn't great." James said, smacking your ass as he walked past you. Kirk shot him a look that he didn't see.

You were definitely in for it when you got back home

[honeyangelkiwi]

Bull Riding & Boobies | 2

Part 2: after reading this again I hate it, but it's already been posted on wattpad so no point in keeping it off of here lol

Part 1

Word count: 4.1k

Content Warnings: oral (f receiving), protected sex, nothing crazy.

Luckily, this is a single bathroom and it isn’t occupied. He swiftly locks the door and grabs my waist, shoving me into the door with just enough force that it’s still attractive. His lips are on my neck in an instant. “You looked so good bent over for me out there, love.” and he pulls back slightly to finally smash his lips onto mine.

His lips tasted like tequila and sugar. I don’t know how else to explain it, but I feel like I can’t get enough. The kiss is anything but sweet, in fact, it’s filthy. His lips attack mine with such ferocity that it steals my breath and I have to pull back for a second to catch it. Almost instantly they’re back on mine and forcing them open so he can slide his tongue into my mouth.

As we fight each other for dominance he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand and presses his body tighter against mine. He lets out a low groan as the hard bulge in his tight jeans comes in contact with my lower stomach, giving him the slightest friction.

He detaches his lips from mine and moves down to my neck, attacking the skin right below my ear, causing a loud moan to fall from my lips. He sucked harshly on the spot and then soothed over it with his tongue, before moving down and starting to mark another area. Sinful would be the only way to describe the feeling. Normally I would never let someone leave hickies where they could be seen, but the way his tongue danced across my skin I couldn’t bring myself to make him stop.

Soft moans fell from my lips that I couldn’t hold back as he continued his journey down my neck, eventually reaching the thin strap of my dress and glancing up at me with dark eyes and a questioning look. “Go ahead, baby. See if I’m wearing a bra or not.” I breathed out to him, shivering slightly at the cold air hitting the trail of wet kisses he left on my skin.

The groan he let out had my thighs clenching to give myself some sort of contact where I needed. I didn’t think his eyes could get any darker, let alone his pupils dilating more. The bright, vibrant green is gone completely. “You’re gonna kill me tonight, and I think I’m okay with that.” he moaned and crashed his lips back to mine, grabbing my dress and tearing it down my body, ripping the straps in the process.

Irritation poured through my body. I yank my hands from his and give him a forceful shove away from me, effectively detaching his lips from mine. The groan from his mouth and smacking of our lips pulling apart was obscene and I weakened again for a split second, but it was my turn to take charge a bit. “What the fuck Harry?! You couldn’t just slide them off like a normal person?” I growled at him while looking down at my hips where my ruined dress was now sitting. “What am I supposed to wear when I leave?” I hissed at him. When I look up to him I see his eyebrows raised, but a smirk rising across face.

He pulled his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his feet, smirk still sitting proud across his mouth. He cocks his head to the side and shrugs his shoulders, clearly not caring what he’s done.

His eyebrows raise more as I walk over towards the sink and hop up on the counter. His body turned my way as I walked past him. His gaze fell to my bare chest and stayed there. He took a step towards me that I could tell was subconsciously. I raise my foot to his own chest, stopping him from getting any closer to me. The smallest whimper fell from his lips, so small and quiet I think I may have imagined it.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the action and he looked down at my heeled shoe resting against the tattoo I know sits beneath his blouse. A smirk spreads across my own face as he lifts his eyes back up to meet mine. “Make it up to me, Harry. Get down on your knees.” I say to him as I drag my foot down his stomach and push a bit of pressure over his straining cock, causing his head to fall back and let out a loud moan.

I let my foot drop back down and spread my legs wide, opening the invitation for him further. “Fuck, okay.” His voice drawls out slowly as his eyes zero in on my soaked panties. However, he seems in a trance, not moving at all. You would think he’s never seen wet panties before with how mesmerized he looks.

“The more time you spend standing there, the less time you’ll have to bend me over this counter and fuck me, Harry. C’mon, I’m getting impatient, love.” I say and slide my absolutely drenched black panties to the side and slide my own fingers through my wetness. His eyes follow my hand as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck the arousal off of them. “Don’t you want a taste? I taste amazing.” I moan around my fingers, eyes falling shut.

However, my eyes snap open in an instant when I feel my hips being pulled to the end of the counter. I look down and see him on his knees, ripping the thin piece of clothing left covering my pulsing core down my legs. The look in his eyes is absolutely feral and without a second to waste he takes his tongue and licks a long, slow stripe from my entrance up to my clit.

My head immediately falls back and a loud moan escapes past my lips. I feel his arms wrap around my thighs to hold me in place as he starts his attack. His mouth and tongue are relentless. Repeatedly, he takes his tongue and slides it in and out of my opening, purposefully nudging his nose against my clit every time. It sends shock after shock of pleasure rippling through my body.

My eyes snap down to him when I feel one his hands reach up and start twisting one of my nipples between his fingers. Twisting and pulling with enough force it’s slightly painful, but so fucking good, before swtiching to the other one. However, it’s the sight of him between my legs, looking directly into my eyes that causes my hips to buck uncontrollably onto his tongue.

His tongue leaves my entrance and pulls away, smirking up at me. Immediately a whine falls from my mouth and I reach my hands down to his hair to pull him back into my throbbing pussy. “You taste fucking amazing. M’gonna be fucking addicted to you after this. Always gonna wanna be between these thighs.” He breathes out against my heat and that alone sends shivers rolling down my back. 

“Harry please, c’mon.” I couldn’t help the beg falling from my mouth as I tugged his hair again, pushing him back to my center. His mouth should be a violation with how good it is. He just shakes his head and chuckles. If my face weren’t red already, it would be now. The way it left his lips sounded so degrading and was humiliating, but it made my core clench around nothing, and he noticed.

His eyebrow quirked up as he raised his eyes to look at me again. “I’ll have to remember that.” He smirks, and with that he takes my legs and rests them over his shoulders. One of his hands came up from under me and he slid two fingers into me easily as his mouth suctioned around my clit harshly.

“Fuck, Harry. Please don’t stop.” I shout and he curls his fingers that are inside me up as he pulls them out, rubbing against my g-spot. The pace of his fingers and his tongue flicking my clit and sucking on it occasionally has my orgasm growing quicker than I expected.

I slide my hands down into his hair and pull on his roots tightly. I couldn’t stop my hips grinding down onto his mouth even if I wanted to. I grab his hair tighter, pull his face deeper into my core, and grind my hips faster, chasing the orgasm that is growing rapidly.

Suddenly, he moans loudly and the vibrations go right to my clit. A small scream leaves my lips and my chest is heaving up and down with the deep breaths passing through my lungs. I look down and see his eyes are still on me. I look down further, and notice the hand that isn’t rearranging my vagina has pulled his cock out and is lazily stroking himself.

That sight, along with his fingers and a harsh suck on my clit sends my orgasm slamming into me. My body tightens, my pussy clenches down on his fingers, and white hot pleasure shoots through my entire body. My body hunches over his head, my hands keeping his head impossibly tight against my pussy as I ride out my orgasm. Harry lasily keeps licking and sucking my clit, and his fingers slowly continue pumping in and out of me, making this one of the longest, and best, orgasms I’ve ever had.

The sensitivity becomes too much and I relax, pushing his head away from me. The smirk on his face is big enough for a hundred people. “Is my apology accepted?” He asks cheekily and brings his fingers up his mouth and sucking them clean of my cum. His mouth and chin are still wet and I want to taste myself on him.

I grab his shirt and pull him up to be level with my face and smash my lips to his. He moans into my mouth, both hands coming up to cup my face. He opens his mouth and I suck his tongue into mine. The taste of myself on his tongue is enough to have my clit throbbing with a stronger heartbeat than before. “Apology accepted, now fuck me… please.” I gasp into his mouth.

He only needed to be asked once because I’m being pulled off of the counter onto shaky legs and turned around. His hand pushes on my upper back, sending my chest onto the counter… more like my tits are sitting in the sink and my arms are rested on either side of it.

I make eye contact with him in the mirror and realize how fucking erotic this is going to be. Harry Styles is going to be fucking me in a public bathroom, while watching us in a mirror. At that thought I squeeze my thighs and rub them together a bit to get some of the friction I desperately need again so quickly.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear him moan and see he started to stroke his cock while looking at my ass. He hasn’t noticed I started looking at him and I let out a gasp when I really get a chance to notice how big he is. His cock is big, bigger than average for sure. He’s both long and thick, and even though he isn’t touching me I moan again thinking of how that first stroke is going to feel.

At the noise I make he glances up to the mirror making eye contact with me. His mouth is slightly parted, lips wet from licking them and eyes so hooded they’re almost closed. He looks obscene and I need him inside of me now. He must read my mind because he grabs his jeans that are sitting around his thighs and pulls a condom out. He rips it open with his teeth and slides it down his length, giving himself another quick stroke.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn’t be upset if you changed your mind.” He asks, making eye contact with me. “I’ve never been more sure of something. Now, please get ins-....” I’m cut off by him finally sliding into me and a loud moan falls from my mouth.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight baby. God, you’re squeezing my cock so good.” He starts rambling. His hands are on my hips, holding them in a death grip. His head is down, eyebrows scrunched together, mouth hung open, tongue sitting on his bottom teeth as he stills his hips to meet my ass, completely buried inside of me.

I can’t keep my head up, my chin falling to my chest as a loud moan escapes my throat. The feel of his cock stretching me, almost to my limit, is a feeling I never want to forget. There’s a slight sting, but the pain only fuels my pleasure. 

He hasn’t moved. His hips are still pressed against my ass. As I lift my head back up to finally look at his face he’s already looking at me. His eyes are completely blown out and now his face adorns a sinister smirk. I quirk an eyebrow up at him, only for him to chuckle, pull his hips back, and slam back into me with force that’s new to me, and dear god it’s so good.

“Your pussy was made for my cock love. So wet and taking me so well.” He moans as he sets his relentless pace. Fucking into me with long, hard thrusts. Every time his hips meet my ass my own slam into the counter painfully. I couldn’t be bothered with the pain though, as the pleasure I was feeling was overpowering. I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I smile to myself thinking of the reminder I’ll have of tonight.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Harry asks, pulling me from my thoughts. “Just thinking about all of the marks you’re gonna leave on me tonight.” I smirk back at him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at my response before I can see a look of challenge cross his features.

He removes one of his hands from my hips and grabs my hair, wrapping it around it and harshly pulling back, forcing my head to stay up and my eyes locked on him. “Don’t worry darling, tonight won’t be the last time I’m marking this pretty ass up.” He grins, staring into my own blown pupils and then brings his free hand down sharply to my ass. 

The loud moan that falls from my mouth is interrupted by him bringing his hand down again, the crack of his hand on my ass even louder this time. “Do it again Harry.” I beg him as he keeps fucking into me at a pace I can hardly keep up with. If he didn’t have my hair wrapped around his hand my head would be laying on the counter. 

Just as soon as I thought that, he let go of my hair and grabbed one of my legs, lifting it up to rest my knee on the counter. “Oh… Fuck, keep going. Please, don’t stop.” I moan out. The new angle has his cock driving straight into spots I had honestly forgotten existed. 

“Shit, babe I can feel you squeezing my cock like a good girl.” He moans into my ear. He’s got his hands on the counter, hovering over me without losing the deep, hard thrusts and unrelenting pace. His lips trail down my neck and when he gets to my shoulder he bites down harshly before soothing over the spot with his tongue.

I can feel my orgsasm reaching me suddenly and can’t help the shaking in my thighs, hardly being able to hold myself up anymore. “I’m gonna cum. Keep going, please.” Thankfully he picks up his pace.

He stands back up straight behind, grabs my hips again, and starts slamming cock deeper than I thought he could go. He doesn’t let up. Moans are pouring from his wet, pink and swollen lips, his eyes are holding contact with mine, and stomach is tensing with every smack of his hips meeting my ass. 

“Go ahead and cum all over my cock baby. Go ahead and be that good girl I know you are for me. Want you to soak my cock and then I’m gonna keep fucking you until I’m ready to cum, and I’m gonna do it all over those pretty tits.” His voice had dropped even deeper and his hair was falling out the bun on his head and framing his face.

The look on his face, the feel of him slamming into me and the words he spoke has my orgasm ripping through my body harder than it ever has before. My head is dizzy and my cunt tightened down on him so hard I almost pushed him out. 

At the feeling of me tightening down on his cock his hips stuttered and his pace was broken. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum too.” He gasps directly in my ear before pulling himself out quickly. Before I can comprehend what is happening he has me flipped around and lifted onto the counter, the crooks of my knees held in the crooks of his elbows and he’s slamming is cock back into me.

I didn’t even have time to recover from the orgasm still flowing through me before the next one started building up in my stomach. We lock eyes for a second before he’s looking down and staring obscenely at himself slipping in and out of me easily. The wet noises coming from between us would be embarrassing if I was paying enough attention to it.

My hands rest behind me and my head is thrown back, unable to keep it up as he keeps fucking me. However, my head snaps up when I feel something fall onto me and what I see almost tips me over the edge. Harry is already looking at me when my eyes find his face, but my eyes widen and a loud moan falls from my mouth when I see the string of spit slipping from his lips down onto my clit.

His thumb finds my oversensitive nerves and starts rubbing them softly, enough that it feels almost impossible to keep myself up. He leans forward and latches his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other. 

“Cum again for me baby. I can feel you clenching my cock. I know you’re there, give me one more.” The sinful words from his mouth are what pushes me over the edge again. I can’t hear anything and all I can see is white. The pleasure rippling through me is a pleasure I’ve never felt and never want to escape from.

The only thing keeping me grounded right now is the moan that fell from his lips and the feeling of him pulling out abruptly, causing us both to hiss at the sensitivity. “I said I wanted to cum on those tits. It’s your turn to get on your knees love.” He smirks, but I can see the struggle in his eyes from holding back his own orgasm.

He gently lets my legs down and with a shaky breath I slide off of the counter. I stumble forward, my legs beyond weak from the three orgasms and the one still flowing through me. Harry’s arms shoot out to steady me and he quirked an eyebrow, silently asking if I’m okay.

Without any more guidance I drop down to the floor and grab my tits, pushing them together so they sit nice and perfect, waiting for his cum. Harry throws his head back with a groan stroking himself firmly and quickly after having ripped the condom off.

Sitting waist level, looking up at him pleasuring himself is a sight I’ll never forget and hope I get to see again. His eyes are closed, eyebrows scrunched together, lips pink, wet, swollen and open, letting moans fall through them, his biceps flex with every stroke of his cock, abs tightening and showing just how toned he is and his thighs shaking as his orgasm starts to plummet.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good on your knees for me. Gonna fucking cum all over those tits.” he moans loudly before his free hand grabs the counter to steady himself as he hunches over and let’s his release out all over my chest, some hitting my lips and chin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wanna cum all over you, want to fill you up full of my cum one day, want my cock down your throat and I want to feel that tight ass squeezing me one day. Fuck, won’t ever get enough.” he starts whining through his orgasm and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He sounds so needy, so different from just a few minutes ago. As he starts coming down he peeks his eyes open. I have a feeling if his cheeks weren’t already red they would be burning. I simply smirk up at him and lick my lips, savoring the taste of him.

He groans, shaking his head. “I’ll get hard again if you keep that up love.” he pants, still out of breath and glowing. However, he reaches a hand down and uses his thumb to swipe across my chin, collecting his release and popping it into my mouth.

I keep eye contact with him as I suck on his digit and swirl my tongue around it. His jaw tenses as he watches me, his cock twitches and I pull off of him smirking. “You’ll have your cock in my mouth one day.” I say and stand up.

“You’re right about that. Meant everything I said, this isn’t gonna be a one time thing.” He says into my neck planting soft kisses, a contrast to the rough way we were earlier.

Before I can process it, he has his head ducked down to my chest licking and sucking his cum off of my tits, paying extra attention to my nipples. My head drops back in pleasure as a hand comes up to his hair to keep him there for a minute longer.

He pulls back and immediately plants his mouth to mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and swirls them together, letting me taste him some more.

He pulls away at the sound of his phone ringing. He bends down to grab his pants, flipping through the pockets until he finds it and answers it. He shoots me a smirk as I start redressing myself… or at least attempting to redress myself with the ripped straps of my dress.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I catch the end of the conversation before he hangs up. “I have to head out, didn’t realize how late it was.” He says as he starts dressing himself. 

He puts his phone in my hand. “Put your number in so we can plan for me to take you out on a proper date.” The smile that spreads across his face is adorable and I chuckle at him as I start entering it.

“So what exactly am I supposed to wear out of here?” I ask as I hand his phone back to him. I sent myself a text so I had his as well. 

“Oh, one sec… I wish I could apologize but I wouldn’t mean it” he smirks. There’s a knock on the bathroom door and he steps over cracking it open. He mumbles a thanks before closing it and stepping towards me.

In his hands is a sweater that I assume is his. He hands it to me and grins. “More incentive to see you again. That’s my favorite hoodie and I’ll want it back.” Laughing at his statement I throw it on.

It’s huge on me and falls longer than the dress I was wearing. I don’t think he’s gonna get this back. It’s too comfortable. I snuggle into it deeper and give a quick smile before stepping around him and heading out of the bathroom.

I hear him start laughing loudly and turn around to see him looking down at his phone. I had texted myself ‘bull riding and boobies’ so I knew it was his number.

“I’ll see you around Harry.” I smirk and watch his face light up a little more as I leave to head home for the night.

[yuebinnie]

Atlas

☾ Pairing : Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x F!Reader

☆ Warnings : hurt/comfort, emotional breakdown, disassociation, depression, ooc Alastor, established relationship

☾ WC : 1.5k

☆ A/N : Using writing as a coping mechanism. I hope you guys enjoy this, writing it helped me get through a breakdown haha. Love, always xxx

You never understood why it happened. Everything would be great—amazing, even—and with no reasonable cause, within an instant, tears would fill your eyes and the weight of the world would fall upon your shoulders. It was like peacefully walking on the beach only to suddenly be sucked into the water, where no amount of fighting against the current would let you reach the surface; you could only accept your fate and let yourself sink, breathe in through the burning feeling and let water fill your lungs.

This time, though, you knew exactly what had triggered it.

You had been chatting with Angel Dust at the hotel bar, gossiping about meaningless things, when you reached to grab cashews from a bowl sitting close to him. He had slightly nudged your hand away, tsking, saying those were his. You had known it was friendly banter from the tone he had used, but you felt the familiar burning feeling behind your eyes appear and your composure fall. Nonetheless, you had forced a small laugh out as you looked at your almost empty glass, clenching your jaw slightly as you tried your best to fight back the tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.

You had excused yourself quickly, mumbling that you were tired and going to bed under your breath, leaving Angel Dust confused as to what just had happened. The walk to your room had been quick; the inside of your cheeks was bleeding from how hard you had bitten down, attempting to keep a somewhat neutral look on your face.

Now here you were, your back against your bedroom door, alone in the darkness. You felt the tears flow down your cheeks as you closed your eyes; your arms folded up to rest against the back of your head, hugging it, as you muttered to yourself, “He was joking, why the fuck are you crying.” But your body had a mind of its own, and tears started to flow in greater numbers as a heavy weight settled in your chest. You sighed loudly, slowly making your way to your bed.

You sat down and stared into the obscurity, your bottom lip trembling from the sheer effort of trying not to break down over something so stupid. You failed to control the rhythm of your breathing and knew you were done for; this was gonna happen whether you wanted it or not. You lifted your legs on the bed, shuffling to lay on your side, grabbing a pillow to hold against your chest and bury your face into. You welcomed the tears, the ragged breaths, the sobs, the shakiness, the heaviness of your very existence; you let them take over you, not a single fighting bone left in you. You were dragged to the seafloor, your body numb but your consciousness still there, despite being muddled.

You lost track of time; fully aware you were having an exaggerated reaction to something so silly. You knew your body was not done; it always lasted an embarrassingly long time. You could hear your pillow-muffled sobs as if they were coming from someone else, and you already felt exhaustion dawning upon you.

From far, far away, you heard a voice, “Oh, mon amour.” Even though you felt disconnected from your body, you knew you were being moved. The person did not try to remove the pillow from your grip, and instead dragged you upwards, so your side was resting against their chest instead of the mattress. Two arms wrapped around you and a hand was placed on the back of your head, petting your hair slowly.

It felt warm and secure, and just by the gentleness at which you had been handled you knew who it was, and so you permitted yourself to dig into the seafloor, your body shaking harder from the strength of your sobs. The weight of it truly befell upon you, every single repressed emotion resurfacing like a tsunami wreaking havoc. It hurt, everywhere and nowhere all at once, and you were, oh so tired. Of what exactly, you did not know, but your very soul felt exhausted, like a candle running out of wax.

Wave after wave you let the feelings wash over you, Alastor holding you close and making sure to ground you to this realm of existence with his touch. All you could focus on was the ache, spreading all over from its epicentre in your chest. You could hear a faint hum and felt a soft vibration coming from under you enter your being, slightly soothing your nerves.

Your eyes opened under the water, and you saw the surface above become lighter; you swam up, reaching the surface as your mind slowly reconnected to your body. You tossed the pillow you were holding away and turned in his grasp, burying your face in the crook of his neck as small sobs still left your mouth. Your breathing was irregular, a mixture of pants and gasps as your body desperately tried to get oxygen. Alastor snaked an arm around your waist, his other hand still in your hair as he said softly, “Breathe with me, my dear.”

You struggled, at first, as you tried to copy the rhythm of his breaths, your lungs not letting you inhale properly. He kept breathing, his chest rising and falling slowly, and after a few minutes, your body felt calmer, and despite being shaky, your breaths were matching his. You felt your body melt against him, bodily exhaustion weighing on you like a weighted blanket. Your tears had also stopped at some point; only the trembling remained. He ran a hand up and down your back in a comforting manner, humming a tune as he let you take all the time you needed, not in a rush to get you to talk. The beating of his heart thrumming against your cheek that was pressed against his neck was trying to lull you to sleep, but you slowly detached yourself from his body to look up at him.

He observed your face, smiling softly as he kept running his fingers through your hair; you looked like a mess. Your eyes and lips were puffy, your face blotchy, and your flushed cheeks were covered in smudged mascara. You gave him an attempt of a smile and he leaned over to press his lips against your forehead; despite looking like a mess, you were still the prettiest little thing in his eyes. You sniffled as he pulled away, meeting your gaze once again, “Do you know what triggered it this time?” You bit down your bottom lip, as you nodded once, feeling extremely silly. He moved his hand to your cheek, stroking the soft skin, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your mind started running wild; shame, anger, and annoyance all tried to take over but with a deep sigh you pushed them away and hesitantly spoke up, “I was at the bar with Angel.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed at the name, but he let you continue, “We were talking and joking around; nothing bad happened, really. He teased me and it just… Hit me. I left and came in here.” You bit the inside of your cheek, cringing at how sensitive it was from being wounded earlier. Your head slightly cocked to the left, “How’d you get in? I locked the door.”

His smile dropped for a second before reappearing, “I knocked, ma chérie, and called out for you but you would not answer so…” He dragged out the last word, quickly leaning in to smack a small kiss against your lips before saying just as quickly, “I used my shadows.”

You groaned and let yourself fall back against him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you mumbled, “Of course you did.” He chuckled, his fingers finding their way back to your hair as his other ones traced invisible shapes on your back. You sighed again, and brought a hand to his chest, enjoying the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat underneath your palm, “Thank you for coming in, Al.”

“My, what kind of partner would I be if I let my girl cry herself to exhaustion all alone?” A bright smile spread on your lips as you hummed, agreeing with him. You closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth and the feeling of his presence as you felt your breathing slow down, calmness dawning upon you.

You turned your head to press a small kiss against his clothed chest, returning to your original position a second later, murmuring, “I love you.” His hands halted their motions, and you felt his heartbeat accelerate a little; you only ever rarely told him those three words.

He hummed, his fingers returning to what they had previously busied themselves with, “I… Am quite fond of you, too, my dear.”

A giggle made its way past your lips, the heavy feeling and ache that had weighed you down now a forgotten thing. As always, Alastor had been the one to help you come down from it, grounding you so you would not get lost in your mind. Although he was feared by most and came across as judgemental, he was nothing of the sort with you; instead an understanding and doting partner who made sure you stayed as content as you could be. In all honesty, that was all you could ask for, and you were, oh, so grateful to have met him.

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 9: Pet Play

Kim Seungmin x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: Pet play, use of title "master" and pet names "pup" and "puppy," rough sex (there is aftercare I promise!), dom!Seungmin, unprotected sex, use of toys (butt plug), use of collars, a little bit of dry humping. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

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Fic is under the cut.

You knew that Seungmin had an interest in pet play, but not because he told you. He was supposed to be leaving to go on tour, and the two of you were doing what you always did the night before he left. While he was mid-thrust, you heard him moan and say, “Such a good puppy.” Afterward, you asked him about it, and he denied it even happened. You knew what you heard though, so you decided to take advantage of the new information to prepare a surprise to celebrate the end of another tour.

A few days before Seungmin was supposed to come home, you were looking at a sex toy site that your friend told you about. Most of the toys available didn’t interest you, but there were a few things that jumped out. Those things were ears, a collar, and a butt plug that had a tail on the end. You ordered them immediately, and they arrived the day that Seungmin was supposed to come home. After you had everything out of the box, you ran to your bedroom and got ready.

When Seungmin walked through the door of your apartment after the tour, he was expecting to find you in the living room waiting for him. Instead, however, he found you in your bedroom. You were still waiting for him, but it wasn’t the romantic greeting he was expecting. Instead, you were mostly naked on your bed. The only clothes (or, accessories, rather) that he could see were a pair of dog ears and a collar. You also had the tail plug in your ass, but he couldn’t see it from where he was standing.

“What’s all this, baby?” he asked, hoping that his voice didn’t give away how excited he was.

“I just wanted to surprise you,” you replied, using the sweetest voice you could muster. “Is that ok, master?”

When Seungmin heard you use the title, he snapped. He was on top of you in an instant, kissing you and rubbing his clothed erection against your bare pussy. You whimpered at the sudden friction, more turned on than you wanted to admit by the change in his behavior. Neither of you were sure how long you stayed like that, but when Seungmin couldn’t take it anymore, he said, “When I get up, I want you to bend over. Got it?”

“Yes, master.”

He got up and stripped, watching as you rearranged yourself to follow his instructions. Once you were bent over your bed, Seungmin took a moment to enjoy the view of your soaked entrance. He was caught off guard when he noticed the tail, but he had to admit that it turned him on even more. It was then that he had the realization that you had remembered the words that unintentionally slipped out of his mouth when the two of you were having sex right before he left. The realization left him embarrassed, but he was still turned on beyond belief.

Seungmin was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard you whine and say, “Master, please fuck me.”

“Aww, is someone getting desperate?” When you let out another whine, he laughed and said, “Well I guess I should do something about that. Are you gonna be good while I fuck you, puppy?”

“I’ll be good, I promise. Please just fuck me.”

Seungmin didn’t need to be asked again. He was gentle when he first slid into you, but once you adjusted he wasn’t as gentle as he could have been. You weren’t complaining, of course. You loved it when he was rough with you. As he slammed into you, he said things like “Doing so good for me, pup” and “I missed this so much while I was gone.”

Your moans came out more like sobs as Seungmin fucked you. The combination of his cock inside of you, the way he spoke to you, and the plug in your ass were almost too much for you. Sex with Seungmin was always intense for you, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it that way.

You didn’t know how long Seungmin had been pounding into you, but you did know that you were close to the orgasm you had been desperate for since he walked through the door. Hoping that Seungmin would go easy on you, you cried out and said, “Master, I’m close. Can I please please please cum?”

“Wait just a little longer, pup. I wanna cum with you.”

“Please,” you sobbed.

After a few more thrusts, you heard him say, “Fuck, I’m close. Cum with me, puppy.”

That was all you needed to hear for your orgasm to wash over you. You came with a scream as Seungmin pulled out, cum hitting your back and ass as his own high hit him. As you caught your breath, you felt your brain get fuzzy and your legs start to give out. Seungmin quickly caught you, helping you to stand so he could walk you to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, he wiped the cum off of your back and helped you into the shower. You leaned on him while you got your strength back, and he held you like you would disappear any second. Then, you each helped the other wash up. After you were sufficiently clean and dried off, you both got dressed. After Seungmin made sure you were sufficiently comfortable, he ran to your kitchen to get each of you a glass of water. When he came back, he drank his and made you drink yours. When he was satisfied with the amount of water you drank, he got into bed with you. Once he found a comfortable position, he held you while the two of you talked about your days and how much you missed each other while he was away. The conversation didn’t last long, though. You both fell asleep immediately, content to be back in each other’s arms.

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[danielmolloystits]

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored (2/2)

Summary:

“Armand?” Lestat looks at him very seriously, then. “He has neglected you?” Daniel laughs, though there isn’t much humor in it. “That’s one fuckin’ word for it, sure.” “Oh, mon ami.” Lestat’s eyes are round and wet like an animal’s. “A prize such as yourself does not deserve this terrible treatment.” He shrugs. “You get used to it.” “No.” Lestat grabs one of Daniel’s hands in both of his own, making such intense eye contact with the journalist that it starts to grow uncomfortable. “You deserve better. You must understand this.” “Okay,” Daniel agrees, shifting a little in his seat. Anything to move past this point in the interaction. “I deserve better.” “Good,” Lestat says, nodding resolutely to himself. “This is why you should let me fuck you.”

Pairing: M/M (Daniel/Lestat, Armand/Daniel) Rating: E WC: ~3,200

Daniel’s first thought after his climax is that Armand is going to kill him, for real this time, and his cock is still going to be twitching from the aftershocks when he does.

He thinks it’s probably indicative of something deeply, deeply wrong with him that it makes a spark of renewed arousal alight in his gut.

Quietly, he scrambles to pull his boxers and t-shirt back on. The other two vampires don’t appear to notice.

“Lestat,” Armand says, voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. And, wow, Daniel really gets what Louis meant when he’d described this expression as ‘half-blank, half-apocalyptic.’ “It would be a good idea for you to leave now.”

The blond just raises an eyebrow at him, still holding Daniel in his hand, still absolutely covered in the mess Daniel made. “Can you not see that I am a little bit busy here?”

Armand’s jaw is clenched so tight that Daniel can hear the creak of bone on bone. “Now.”

“My apologies, mon frère, but someone has to ravage your fledgling, and if you’re not going to do it—”

In an instant, Lestat is flung off of the bed and into the wall at speed, the plaster buckling from the force of the impact. Daniel is grateful, suddenly, that their team sprung for a nice hotel; if this were a Motel 6, Lestat would be clean into the next room, easy.

“Guess we’re not getting our deposit back,” He says, because he can’t help himself. Because he’s never had even an ounce of self-preservation. Armand’s eyes cut to him briefly, his irises vibrating like a dragonfly’s wings, and Daniel’s stomach bottoms out. Mostly from fear.

Lestat, meanwhile, huffs a pained laugh and stands. “Well, I can see when I’m not wanted,” he says, his hands spreading in a gesture of appeasement. “Monsieur Molloy, do you mind if I borrow your room for the evening?”

Wordlessly, Daniel tosses him the key card.

“Merci, darling.” Lestat bows, then begins to take his leave. He pauses, however, as he passes by Armand, swiping two fingers through the stickiness that decorates his cheek and presenting them to the other vampire. “Parting gift?”

A muscle above Armand’s lip spasms in an aborted snarl.

“Fine then,” Lestat says with a shrug, popping the digits into his mouth instead and grinning once they’ve been sucked clean. “More for me.”

Then, he exits, closing the door soundly behind him, and Daniel and Armand are alone together for the first time since...well, since.

“So,” Daniel says, drawing out the vowel sound sarcastically as he sits up against the headboard. “The last time my dad walked in on me with a boy was a pretty long while ago—I forget, are you supposed to ground me now, or do we just pretend it didn’t happen and never bring it up again?”

Armand opens his mouth to speak, but Daniel doesn’t let him.

“Or is this more of an infidelity situation? Because I’m gonna be honest with you, Armand: I didn’t realize we were together. On account of how you fucked off immediately after turning me.”

“You’re angry with me,” Armand says, and it’s insane how quickly he melts from predator back into prey, all slumped shoulders and big, wobbly doe eyes.

“You think?”

The other vampire isn’t meeting his gaze, his own fixed somewhere on Daniel’s cheek like he can’t bear to look straight at him. “I didn’t want you to hate me. For what I did to you.”

“And you thought abandoning me to figure this shit out by myself was a good way to prevent that?” He asks, incredulous. “News flash, Amadeo: it wasn’t.”

“I’m here now,” Armand points out—hopeful, fragile, as though he’s afraid the words will shatter in his mouth if he isn’t careful.

“Yeah, and why is that?” Daniel asks, lacing it with all the righteous indignation he can muster. But despite his best efforts, he finds himself losing steam in the face of Armand’s complete and utter supplication. “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re into me.”

The other vampire finally looks at him head-on, his eyes piercing straight through to the core of Daniel. To the knot of uncomfortable, complicated feelings that sits just beneath his breast. “Is it really so difficult to believe?”

“Kind of,” He says, reflexively shifting under the weight of Armand’s stare. It’s ridiculous, he thinks, how easily the man sets him off-kilter. How easily he comes in and turns Daniel’s life upside down, as though it’s nothing to him.

Armand stalks towards him slowly, then, managing to appear at once like the nervous rabbit and the cat hunting it from the bushes. Like both the thing to be eaten and the one doing the eating, like both the consumer and the consumed. He approaches the bed until he arrives at the edge of the mattress, sitting down delicately atop it and never once looking away from Daniel as he does. His expression is painfully open; achingly earnest.

“You have no idea the things I’d like to do you,” he says, and Daniel understands why he was so cautious earlier, because the words come out cracked and fractured, the edges of them sharp enough to cut.

(Belatedly, Daniel wonders when exactly his life turned into a trashy harem romance novel. He thinks that maybe he ought to be more upset about it.)

“Hard to know when you don’t tell me,” he replies, his voice a lot rougher than it was mere moments ago. It’s humiliating, he thinks, the obviousness of his desire. The fact that he even still wants the fucker after all the shit he’s put Daniel through.

Armand slides the rest of the way onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until his body cages Daniel’s from above. His gaze falls to Daniel’s lips. “I could tell you now, if you wanted.”

And he is simply too weak to say no to that, so instead he murmurs, “Yeah,” his hand reaching up to tangle in Armand’s hair. “That might be good.”

Armand ducks his head down to lay a kiss beneath the sensitive skin of his ear. “I want to claim you,” he whispers, before dragging his tongue over the spot his lips just brushed, “I want to make you mine.”

Daniel gasps, his fingers tightening in the silky black curls. “What else?”

“I want to taste you.” As he speaks, he grazes the tips of his fangs down until they rest at his pulse point. “I want your blood to fill my mouth; I want to stain my teeth red with the very life of you. I want to memorize how it flows over my tongue.”

“Is that all?” He means it to sound cool, nonchalant, but the attempt is belied by how each exhale grows quicker and quicker with every teasing touch.

“No.” He can feel Armand’s smile pressing into his neck. “I also want to fuck you,” he starts, his hand snaking down to palm at Daniel’s hardening cock through his underwear, “until you forget the name of every other person who has ever touched you.”

Daniel moans, hips canting into the contact; Armand rewards him by firming his grip. “Okay,” he says airily, as Armand licks a filthy line back up his throat. “I can agree to those terms.”

“Say it, then,” Armand orders, stroking his thumb over where the head of Daniel’s cock tents his boxers. “Say you’ll belong to me.”

If Daniel were any less turned on right now, if the scent of Armand wasn’t filling his nose all earthy and sweet like honeyed cloves, then maybe he could respond with something snarky. Maybe he would be able to say no. As it is, he rasps, “I’m yours, Armand,” as fervent and breathless as a desperate prayer. “I’m yours.”

Armand kisses him then, hot and raging like a wildfire. It sucks the air from his lungs and replaces it with burning smoke, lights every nerve ending in his body aflame. It consumes him, destroys him, unmakes him and reduces him to smoldering ash in the shape of the man he used to be.

What happens after that is a blur, soft and surreal like a hazy memory: Armand strips Daniel and takes him into his mouth, painting over the places Lestat kissed with his tongue until his spit is all that remains. He writes his name into Daniel’s skin like a promise, like a brand, like he plans on doing it to every inch of Daniel until he’s covered in reminders of Armand’s existence.

Then, once Armand has him reduced to a wanting, whimpering mess, he pulls Daniel into the cradle of his arms, spine to sternum, and fucks into him as though he’s trying to make a home for himself in his lover’s body. As though it isn’t enough for Armand to claim his lips or his throat or his skin; he needs to mark Daniel’s insides, too, his guts and his organs and the viscera that holds him together.

When Daniel comes, Armand’s fist wrapped around him and Armand’s cock buried deep in his ass, it is a revelation. It is an epiphany. Armand follows him shortly after, clutching him close and tight and perfect.

Daniel doesn’t think he ever intends to let go again.

After Daniel’s had enough time to recover and he can be sarcastic again, he jokes, “If I had realized that fucking Lestat would bring you back, I’d have done it a lot sooner.”

Armand looks at him with an exaggerated pout. “Hm. That’s no good.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Then, the other vampire is climbing back on top of him. In between kisses, he murmurs, “You still remember his name. We’ll have to remedy that.”

And, well. Daniel’s not about to argue with him.

[heejayy]

I Don’t Wanna Be Loved

Warning • shower sex, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, riri a lil mean in this but she falls in love in the end

Genre • smut, a smidge of fluff at the end (it’s not an Ary fic if I don’t add fluff)

Pairing • Riri x Black Fem! Reader

WC: 3.0K

Music Rec: Quickie - Miguel

A/n: LISTEN don’t jump me!!! The smut part beat MY ASS that’s why it took so long to write and I still don’t like it 💀🤚🏾.

You and Riri started this entire "friends with benefits" thing early on in your friendship, and you both felt an instant attraction to each other. It wasn't long after you moved into her apartment as her roommate that she caught a thing for you, and hooking up became the norm. It wasn't until you two started acting too couple like that it started to feel real. She would lavish you with affection and presents, you truly felt like you were her girl, until she would bring other girls around or you saw her chatting to one.

You learned Riri liked to have options but her hopping from girl to girl so quick would make your heart sink to your stomach. You can’t help it but you do this shit to yourself.

She was just talking to some chick on the phone and now she's buried between your thighs eating you out like her last meal. You couldn't bear to let yourself enjoy it because your mind kept racing over who she'd run to after she was done with you. Riri must've noticed something was wrong with you since she looked up at you with a puzzled expression.

“Yo what’s wrong ma? You not feelin’ it?” You blinked rapidly pushing those thoughts far away.

“Oh uh no it feels good.” She rolled her eyes fully sitting up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “you’re awfully quiet then” she joked.

You chuckled nervously “I’m sorry I just- nvm.”

“Nah baby tell me what’s up?” There she go making you feel all important “well I was just thinking about us…Riri what are we?” Fuck, as soon as those words left your mouth you regretted it. She sighed looking off, you could tell she was starting to get annoyed.

“Look y/n I told you before we just fuck that’s it, we can’t be catching feelings I-“ she was interrupted by her phone dinging, she checked it and took in a sharp breath.

“Look I gotta go I’ll be back later tonight ight” you rolled your eyes pushing her hands off you “ight” she gave you side look before hopping off your bed. You heard some rummaging next door in her room before she left the apartment slamming the door.

You groaned frustrated wanting to punch something “Fuck!”

“Ight so you catching feeling for her right?” You nodded sipping on your iced coffee “ok the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else! Boom problem solved” your friend Angel cheered acting like she solved world hunger.

“Angel you know how I am I barley can order my own food without stuttering, you think I’m gonna find someone to fuck that quickly?” She shrugged rolling her eyes.

“Listen I have a list for you I’ll send you their instas, they’ll be at the party tonight so please please go! Show Riri what she’s missing out on” you sighed sitting back in your chair. On one hand you wanted to make Riri jealous and on the other you just wanted to crawl in bed and be left alone.

“Listen boo just think about it.” She was kinda of right, Riri had a plethora of women she’d fuck around with and you had none.

After going home from the café, you considered it and realized Angel is correct; it's time for you to have some options as well. You put on a black little dress, matching black shoes, and a throw jacket in case you got cold. Before leaving your room, you examined your reflection one last time. When you felt satisfied you left.

“Aye where you going?” you heard Riri’s voice echo through the hall of your apartment.

“Out to Rj’s house party” she eyed you up and down, she said nothing but her eyes spoke for her.

“You need me to take you?” You shook your head no “nah I’m good” before you turned to walk out the door you noticed how her facial expression changed. She looked pissed but it was quickly covered by one of her famous nonchalant shrugs.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" As you made your way into the backyard, the chants from those around you became louder. You were starting to feel overwhelmed and irritated, and you were ready to go home. You were all alone at the crowded ass party and Angel was no where to be found.

“Lost?” A curious voice questioned from behind you, you turned to see Rj leaning against the frame of the glass slide door.

“Nah I’m kinda just ready to go” she furrowed her eyebrows “well damn is it that bad?” Feeling a little bad and embarrassed you shook you head “no I’m sorry if I offended you i- I’m just not the party type.”

She nodded pushing herself off the door frame making her way over to you “well if you’re not a party girl why’d you come?” You stayed silent thinking about an answer.

You sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her you came just to make a girl jealous who wasn’t even your girlfriend “I don’t know just wanted to change things up, but I kinda regret it” she chuckled shaking her head.

“Well if you’re not doing anything you wanna dance?” You turn to look at her with a grin “sure.”

Rj grinned as she took your hand in hers and led you to the living room, pulling your hips back and dancing to the beat. Being touched by someone other than Riri felt almost scandalous. While you weren't as buzzed as she was, you interlaced your hands with hers, slowly slipping them up your body as you leaned your head on her chest. You swayed to the music, pressing your ass against her. You felt

“I’m not gon’ lie you baby you turnin me on right now” you let out a giggle feeling her breath hit your ear. You smoothly turned around and wrapped your hands around her neck.

“So do something bout it then” taking that as a permission she grabbed you and took you upstairs. She swiftly walked down a hallway pulling you behind her completely ignoring the other couples pressed against the wall making out. She brought you to what you assumed was her bedroom and locked the door.

“You can relax and have a seat pretty girl I’m not gon pounce on you” she chuckled plopping on her bed. You giggle nervously taking a seat beside her, as soon as you sat down she grabbed your face smashing your lips together. It was rough and messy, something you weren’t used to. While mid kiss you felt her bite your lip, you groaned in pain pulling back but she didn’t let you go.

“Mmm wait Rj chill” you could barely breathe she was smothering you. Her being so forceful so fast turned you off, you started pushing against her chest but she wouldn’t let up.

“Rj i said stop damn!” she let go of you with an annoyed and confused face.

“What’s yo problem?”

“The problem is you’re being too fuckin’ rough” she rolled her eyes smacking her lips.

“Fuck outta here if you don’t like that shit” you looked at her appalled and scoffed.

“Nigga you ain’t shit” you snatched your phone and hand bag off her bed, before walking to the door you heard her mutter “upity bitch” you weren’t going to say anything but that small comment pushed you over the edge.

“I know damn well you not talking, you ain’t shit and yo party aint shit. If I wanted someone to bite my fucking face off I’d make out with a fucking dog. Fuck you!”

Now beyond irritated you slammed the door and made your way down stairs, you couldn’t give a less shit if you were leaving alone. You only wanted to be with one person right now and that was Riri. You waited outside the party anxiously pacing the front lawn waiting for her to pick up.

“Yo wassup…”

“Ri-“

“Kidding I can’t come to the phone right now I’m busy” You slammed the red button after grumbling at her stupid ass voicemail. You sat on the porch and sobbed, not out of sadness, but out of frustration. You simply desired to return home and sleep.

After roughly fifteen minutes, you called an Uber, and the ride home was calm and tranquil, just what you wanted. You arrived in front of your building and got out, exhausted after the events of the night, you just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. You grabbed your keys from your handbag and entered the dark flat, but you were stopped by violent moans.

“FUUUUUCK RI!! Right there!” You rolled your eyes kicking off your heels. You did not have the patience to deal with this shit tonight, you threw your purse in the counter and stomped to Riri’s room. You banged on the with every ounce of energy you had left “please shut the fuck up I’m tired and I don’t wanna hear y’all fuckin.”

Your outburst was met with silence, good. Before you walked off Riri room door swung open revealing a pissed off Ri.

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?”

“I don’t wanna hear this shit tonight please kick her out or be quiet.”

Riri could tell something was wrong with you because of your disheveled appearance, dried mascara on your cheeks, and quivering voice; she sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to the girl who was covering her naked body with a sheet and whispered, "Get out."

“You’re really gonna kick me-“

“I said get the fuck out!” She groaned grabbing her things and strutting out the room. You sighed uttering a ‘thank you’ before walking to your room and closing your door.

With a huff, you plopped on your bed, stretched out with your eyes closed, unable to move one inch. It felt good to just let your body relax, but your time was cut short by a tap on the door.

"Can I come in?" She asked, peering in, and you sighed and nodded. Riri entered your room slowly, as if she hadn't been in here a million times. She laid alongside you, with her hands resting on her belling in stillness.

“What wrong mama?” You didn’t answer, “Don’t give me that silent treatment shit” again you didn’t answer.

“Y/n/n don’t piss me off-“ you groaned long and loud cutting her off “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“The party was trash?” You scoffed “beyond.” She chuckled “tell me bout it princess,” you sat up and sighed for the ump-tenth time tonight.

"Well, I arrived at the party with Angel, but she left in less than five minutes, probably to get her back blown out somewhere," she laughed at your comment, "but anyhow, I wandered around drinking here and there for about an hour and a half, and when I was about to leave, Rj found me. We talked for a while before starting to dance, and then-" there was a brief moment of silence, you took a second to contemplate telling her you made out with Rj.

“Then what?” She asked noticing your hesitation.

“Well um me and Rj left the party and went to her room I was bit tipsy earlier so we started to make out” hearing that made Riri’s body stiffen.

“I couldn’t dare go further she was too rough and it was like kissing a wet dog with its tongue out ” she laughed a little too hard at your description “you’re such a dumb ass but I thought you liked it rough?” She said tilting her head.

“Well yeah but I only like it when you’re rough, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing.” She let out another chuckle, “awe my sweet clueless angel, everyone can’t please you like I do.”

You two were now resting in your elbows facing each other, face inches apart from each other. Your eyes flickered down to her soft plumps one and back up to her eyes. They held a dark lustrous look as she leaned in, your lips brushed against each other before you pulled back.

“What? What’s wrong?” You bit the inside of your cheek “you just had your little toy over and you think you’re about to kiss me with that mouth? No thank you” she smacked her lips moving back.

“So what do you suggest i do?”

You plastered a grin on your face “go shower nasty.”

“Well you need a shower too I’m not the only who’s been fuckin people tonight-“

“Correction! We didn’t fuck we made out” she shrug hopping off the bed “same thing.” Figuring she wasn’t wrong you got off the bed trailing behind her. It wouldn’t be too bad to wash the stench of spit and vodka off you.

In the bathroom, you both undressed, but not without her eyeing you down. Feeling a little shy, you hurriedly undressed and stepped in the shower. You put the water on as hot as it could go and stood under the steaming water, letting it trickle down your back. Just as you were beginning to relax, you felt two hands grab your waist and lips, kissing you on the back. You whimpered as you felt her fingertips run between your thighs. Her fingers glided between your folds, teasing your clit, and you heard a faint chuckle.

“Ri I said sh-shower first” She ignored you continuing to play between your legs.

"You this wet for me?" You didn't respond to her because your thoughts were jumbled and you couldn't focus on the sensation of her stroking circles into your clit "I asked you a question, answer me," you immediately nodded.

"Good girl," she said as she drew her hands away from you and pushed you up against the tile wall. Her gaze locked on yours as she began to kiss down your neck, sucking your skin between her teeth and leaving small bite marks, which took you by surprise normally she refuses to leave in marks on you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation "mmm ri."

Her hands returned between your legs, and she glided between your folds, softly entering you. Her fingers curled up against that area you need her the most.

"Fuuuck riri" While her fingers occupied your cunt, she took one of your breasts in her mouth and sucked on your nipple as her teeth lightly grazed it. The longer her fingers worked on you, the more intense your orgasm.

"Look at you, all fucked out just from my fingers, is this all it takes?"

“Ri you make me feel so good” you whined leaning your head against the wall.

“You look so pretty like this” you were close. Hands gripping the walls along with Riri’s shoulders.

“I- I wanna cum please let me cum.” Riri grins as she continues to pump in and out, placing her thumb on your clit again. Your eyes roll back of your head as your toes tingle with warmth. You can feel the nerves around your clit tightening and the muscles inside you begin to clench around her fingers. Your thighs trembled feeling your release so close you could taste it.

“Fuck I’m- nnhghhh ri!”

“There you go, such a good little slut for me” your moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you came undone on her fingers.

“Good girl, now suck” she cooed stuffing her cum covered fingered into your mouth. You sucked them clean as her fingers gagged you a bit.

After you came down from your high you two figured the shower wasn’t a good place to continue, you migrated to the bed and continued. Your legs were now entangled with one another as you, her on top and you below her. She had this loving look in her eye as she cupped your face stroking your cheek. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before.

As she continued to rub her soaking cunt against yours, she threw threw her head back letting out a throaty moan. The feeling of your clits bumping against each other drove you mad.

“You look so beautiful like this you know that?” She complimented leaning down as she took your lips in her. Her kisses were rough but never sloppy she took her time with you, kissing you like her life depended on it.

Her hands kneaded your thighs gripping them with every thrust, she let out the most angelic moans as she chased her high “Mmh you hear that shit? fuck that pussy sound good baby.”

All you could do was let out incoherent mumbles under her, just the way she liked it. A few more thrust and she was done, her moans became higher and thighs trembling as she kept going “fuck fuck fuuuuck!”

She held you down and finished riding out her high, she looked so beautiful coming undone on top of you. Breast bouncing with each movement with her mouth hanging open in pleasure. Her hips stuttered a little then she came to a full stop she left a weak kiss on your lips and laid beside you.

You pulled the covers over you turning to your side to face her, she glanced over to you and chuckled your eyes were drooping getting ready to close.

“Come here pretty” you tiredly slid over to her and laid on her bare chest, she left a kiss on forehead and held you close.

“You’re my one and only you hear me?” You hummed too tired to answer.

Her whispering “I love you” was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed my first Riri fic! 💜💜

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Riri’s Masterlist

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

You can't stand Ghost and he can't stand you, so you kneel and give him a sloppy toppy instead

18+ only || MDNI || Work Rival! Ghost

You're both intimately aware of the type of situations from which there is no coming back - lying to a superior officer, deciding to leave someone behind, making a call between the safety of your squad or securing some intel. 

But somehow, the most damning of these situations turns out to be the one the two of you never acknowledge again. 

At least your involvement begins innocently enough—you're making your way outside for your shift to keep watch. It's still early, you're not due to start watch for at least 2 hours, but it's not like you're going to sleep anyway, so you decide to relieve Gaz, and smoke an inordinate amount of cigarettes to pass the time.

Except...when you walk past the little room in the safe house Ghost's parked himself in, you hear his cursing. It's a specific kind of cursing—the groaning, drawn-out, pained kind, and you're peaking into the room before you can help yourself. 

He's sitting on a ratty, three-legged cot, and attempting to sew himself back up. It's ridiculous, he's ridiculous, and you can't help but wonder if this is the right time to strike.  But you barrel through your trepidation and walk through the door anyway.  He doesn't even lift his head. 

"Get the fuck out, Sergeant."

You bark out a surprised laughter, and it makes him lift his head up and fix you with what you assume is a thunderous expression. The mask is in the way, as usual, so while you can't really tell, you can guess. "You hard of hearin'? I asked you to get the fuck out."

"Yes, sir, Lieutenant, sir," you reply, mockingly, and cross your arms over your chest, not moving. 

He must really be fucked, you think to yourself, if he won't even respond. He goes back to his shoddy suturing, shudders racking up his spine when the pain gets too much to bear, but of course, he's as quiet as a mouse.  You hate to even think about your admiration of the sheer willpower he displays. 

When he sees that you're not going anywhere, he pauses and looks up at you with the usual amount of disdain. "Well, make y'self useful if y'er just gonna stand there." 

"Sure," you shrug, and in three strides, you're in front of him, kneeling at his feet. 

You can tell he doesn't expect it, because he freezes for a millisecond, blood stained hands hovering over the half-stitched gash on his side. When you peer at it closely, you resist the urge to gag.  Ridiculous. You think you can see bone. 

So you continue on your mission, and lean forward, your hands hovering over his belt buckle. You give him a moment to refuse you, or encourage you, anything, but he's as stubborn as you are, so he just waits. His breathing is raspy, but you don't know if it's from the pain or the anticipation of pleasure, and if you were so inclined you would've asked. Except...well.  It’s Ghost.  You couldn’t care less. 

You focus on undoing his trousers, pulling his cock out of its confines and Christ, the man is hard. He's even started to leak and an errant thought about his sanity runs through your mind, but you brush it away. You know he's certifiable. 

But he's been quiet this whole time and it irritates you. Nary a word of protest, but no encouragement either. So you let your instincts take over and govern you, and you're rewarded with instant gratification when you hear his moan.  All you'd done was spit into your hand and grab his cock with it, run it over his skin a few times.

He's looking at you intensely—you can feel his eyes on you—but you ignore him. No, you just flood the inside of your mouth, close your eyes and take him in your mouth as deep as he'll go. No teasing, no trying to make it last.  No, you're determined to reaffirm your position of power, and this is the only way in which he allows it.

He instantly starts to fuck up into your throat, and ah.  There it is.  The encouragement you were looking for.  

Every bit of him that you can’t take into your mouth is taken care of by your hand.  You even decide to be extra kind to your injured Lieutenant—you look up at him from under your lashes as you sink down on his cock, feeling it mould to the back of your throat—and it gives you a very unique kind of satisfaction to watch your Lieutenant’s fists clench at the feeling.  When you moan around his cock his answering rough exhale tells you how good the vibrations feel.

You’re drooling on his dick now, spit running around its sides, and of course you can’t have that.  He’s your superior officer, you’re under an obligation to him.  So with your fist clenched over the head of his cock, moving deliberately over it, you set out to clean him up, lapping at him, ensuring he’s as shiny as the chest candy he sports.  

 Maybe his injury is more dire than you realise, because within a few minutes of your special treatment, he’s breathing hard, still not a word leaving his stubborn mouth.  In response, you work harder on his cock, ensuring that your nose meets the dark curls at the base of his cock, ensuring that you lift your soft palate so he feels the back of your throat over and over and over.  You keep looking at him with doe eyes and at one point, he throws his head back, breaking eye contact for a moment, making your pussy flood because of the way the movement makes the muscles in his neck jump.

When he comes, abruptly and still annoyingly quiet, you swallow around his cock, not wasting a single drop.  You clean him up well before you pull away, using a delicate thumb to wipe the side of your mouth and redirecting some errant come back into your mouth, where it belongs.

When you hear a quiet fuck leave his mouth, you smile at him sweetly and get on your feet, ignoring his hateful glare.  The steady stream of blood leaking from his ruptured stitches catches your attention, and you laugh out loud at him as you leave the room.           

You briefly worry if there's a legitimate risk of him dying on you, but quickly dismiss the thought.  

He's not the only Lieutenant on base, they'll find someone else to replace him.  You might even get lucky. They might even choose you.

[estellan0vella]

Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Twenty Six: Detox SS: 4 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 3.4K (total) Content Warnings: Detox, Hayun is cruel, mentions of wanting to die, Minho being a saint Previous Next Masterlist

Minho knocks firmly on Hayun’s bedroom door, his grip tight on the heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulder. When she looks up, her eyes narrow as she takes in the sight of him standing there, bag in hand.

“What the hell is that?” she asks, suspicion creeping into her tone.

He steps inside without asking permission, dropping the duffel bag to the floor with a solid thud. “This,” he says, unzipping it and revealing the contents, “is everything you’re gonna need to detox.” Inside are water bottles, electrolyte packets, instant soups, a heating pad, blankets, some random vitamins, and a small bottle of lavender essential oil.

Hayun’s face shifts from confusion to unease. “Detox? What are you talking about?”

Minho’s gaze is unwavering, his expression a mix of determination and empathy. “The others? They’re happy enough pretending it’s not happening. But I’m done pretending, Hayun. I’m tired of the cold showers, of carrying you home barely conscious. So, yeah, we’re detoxing you. Here. Now.”

She gapes at him, a flicker of panic in her eyes. “Minho, that’s not something you can just decide for me.”

He nods, folding his arms as he steps closer. “I know it’s going to be hell. Restlessness, body aches, tremors, nausea, vomiting, insomnia. All of it. But I’ve read up on it, and this bag has everything we might need.”

She stares at him, her grip tightening on the edge of the bed, her face a mixture of shock and anger. “You… you planned all this?”

“Yeah,” he replies, his tone steady, his gaze softened only by the tenderness in his voice. “Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix are staying at my place until I give them the all-clear. It’s just us. You and me, until you’re through this.”

Her eyes dart to the bag, her pulse pounding as she processes his words. The reality of it sinks in slowly. “Minho,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, “I don’t think I can do this.”

He crouches down in front of her, meeting her at eye level, his hands resting gently on her knees. “Look at me, princess,” he says, voice low and warm, and she reluctantly meets his gaze. “You can do this. You’re stronger than you think. And I’m not leaving. You’ll be cursing my name soon enough, but I’ll still be right here. No matter what.”

Her throat tightens as she looks at him, his steady, unwavering presence somehow as comforting as it is infuriating. She shakes her head slightly, feeling the wave of doubt wash over her. “Why?” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this?”

He gives a small, sad smile, brushing a strand of hair back from her face. “Because I care about you, Hayun. I can’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself. Not when I know you can beat this. There’s so much more for you on the other side.”

Her resolve falters, her chest aching with the weight of his words, the genuine concern in his eyes. She bites her lip, glancing back at the bag of supplies as if it’s some monster she’s not ready to face.

“Hayun,” he says, gently tilting her chin up to meet his gaze again. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right here with you.”

She lets out a shaky sigh, her defenses crumbling. "But I don’t even know how to get through a single day sober,” she admits, barely above a whisper. “I don’t remember how to be that person anymore.”

Minho’s hands move to hold hers, his grip firm and reassuring. “One hour at a time. If that’s too much, then one minute. We’ll go at your pace.” He pauses, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. “And when you need someone to scream at, I’ll be that person. When you need someone to cry with, I’m here. And when you need someone to keep you from walking out that door, I’ll do that too.”

She swallows hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “What if I can’t do it? What if I just fail?”

He shakes his head, a fierce determination in his eyes. “Failing isn’t an option. And you won’t be doing this alone.”

Hayun lets his words sink in, the fear mingling with a spark of something unfamiliar. Hope. Tentatively, she nods, still gripping his hand as if he’s her lifeline.

“Alright,” she whispers, barely trusting her own voice. “Let’s do this.”

Minho smiles, a small, relieved smile that softens his expression. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a water bottle, twisting the cap off and handing it to her. “First step,” he says, watching her with careful eyes. “Stay hydrated.”

She takes the bottle, her hand trembling slightly as she brings it to her lips. The cool water is refreshing, grounding, a reminder that she’s still here, still in control. Even if it’s just for this one moment.

Minho settles himself on the floor beside her bed, folding his legs and resting an arm on his knee. “This is going to be rough,” he says quietly, a slight smirk on his face, “but if anyone can handle it, it’s you.”

A weak, but genuine smile pulls at her lips. For the first time in a long time, she feels the smallest glimmer of strength. “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Glad you’re finally catching on.”

Three days in, and Hayun’s world has reduced itself to the confines of her bed, the walls seeming to close in with every passing hour. Her skin feels like it’s covered in needles, each inch of her body an exposed, burning nerve. Sleep is a mirage, always out of reach, her mind too alert to rest but too exhausted to stay conscious. Every breath is a struggle, every beat of her heart an ache.

Minho is always there, steady and unwavering. Every time she wakes, it’s his face she sees, his hand on her back, his voice a constant anchor in the storm. Even when she glares at him with bloodshot eyes, her venomous words roll off him like water.

“God, you’re pathetic,” she snarls, though the bite in her voice is softened by her own exhaustion. “You’re not some ‘knight in shining armor,’ you know that, right? You don’t have to pretend.”

Minho’s expression barely shifts as he dips the cloth in cool water again, pressing it gently to her forehead. “Maybe,” he says in a calm voice, “but you’re stuck with it, so get used to it.”

With a burst of strength, she pushes his hand away, her voice shaking with both anger and vulnerability. “I hate you. I don’t want your help, Minho. You think I asked for this? For you?”

Minho hums softly, as if her words are nothing more than background noise, his hand steady as he dabs her forehead again. “That’s the withdrawal talking,” he says quietly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You don’t hate me. You actually like me enough to go on that aquarium date with me, remember?”

Her glare sharpens, the anger giving her a brief surge of energy. “That was before you decided to trap me here and torture me. What’s next, Minho? Gonna chain me to the bed?”

He raises an eyebrow, his tone steady. “No need. You’re staying put on your own, despite all the yelling. Because you're too weak to move”

“Fuck you,” she hisses, turning her face away.

He just sighs, holding a spoonful of soup in front of her mouth. “Eat, princess,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. She glares at him but is too weak to fight, reluctantly opening her mouth. Each spoonful feels like an intrusion, but she’s too tired to refuse.

“You’re so smug,” she mutters between bites, each word loaded with resentment. “You’re just enjoying watching me suffer, aren’t you?”

“Trust me, there’s nothing enjoyable about watching someone go through this.” His gaze softens for a moment, and he holds out another spoonful. “I just want you to come out on the other side.”

She scoffs, looking away, the bitterness flaring in her again. “I don’t need your pity, Minho. I’m not some broken girl who needs saving.”

He sets the spoon down for a moment, turning to meet her gaze head-on. “Hayun,” he says softly but firmly, “I don’t pity you. Not even a little. And I know you’re strong enough to get through this, with or without me. But I’m here because I want to be.”

Her throat tightens, and she turns her face away, refusing to let his words hit their mark. “You’re wasting your time,” she mutters, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug, his voice light but unwavering. “But I’d rather waste my time here than let you go through this alone.”

She’s quiet after that, and he takes the opportunity to feed her another spoonful. Her stomach twists, her body rejecting the food, but she forces herself to swallow, her own stubbornness flaring. She won’t give him the satisfaction of her surrender, not yet.

As the night drags on, her body becomes a battleground. Every nerve feels electrified, and the waves of nausea roll over her with brutal force. She doubles over, gripping the bucket tightly, her body convulsing as she heaves, the pain wracking her from head to toe. Minho is there, steady as ever, holding her hair back and rubbing slow circles on her back. She tries to push him away, her voice little more than a broken whisper.

“I hate you,” she mutters, her voice shaking, barely audible over the sound of her own retching. Tears sting at the edges of her eyes, a bitter mix of pain and frustration.

“I know, princess,” he murmurs, his voice gentle, his hand never leaving her back. “I know.”

The words linger in the air, a strange balm to the anger and pain twisting within her. She wants to throw something, to scream, to do anything to make him leave, but deep down, a small, fragile part of her clings to his presence, to the comfort he offers without question, without judgment.

As the hours wear on, Hayun drifts in and out of a feverish haze, her mind clouded by half-formed dreams and fragments of memory. Through it all, Minho is there, his voice breaking through the fog, a constant, unbreakable thread that keeps her grounded. He speaks softly, stories she only half-hears, about his childhood, about random memories, even anecdotes about their friends that bring the faintest flicker of a smile to her lips.

In one brief moment of lucidity, she looks at him, her vision blurred but focused enough to see the worry etched in his expression. “Why?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you still here?”

Minho doesn’t hesitate, his hand brushing lightly over her hair. “Because you’re here, and that’s enough,” he says, his voice soft, unwavering. “I don’t leave people I care about to suffer alone.”

The answer silences her, the weight of it settling over her like a blanket, both comforting and terrifying in its honesty.

The next day dawns, grey and quiet, filtering weakly through the blinds of Hayun’s room, casting soft shadows over the two of them. She’s lying with her head in Minho’s lap, the only position that brings her any comfort as she shivers through another relentless wave of withdrawal. Her whole body aches as though she’s been pulled apart and pieced back together too tightly. Tremors ripple through her limbs, weaker than the days before but still constant enough to keep her tethered to the pain.

Minho’s hand moves gently through her hair, combing it back from her clammy forehead. He’s holding an old, battered copy of Wuthering Heights in his other hand, reading aloud in a low, soothing voice, his tone gentle but engaging. It’s a little frayed at the edges, the pages yellowed and filled with notes scribbled in the margins, evidence of the countless times he’s read it before.

“‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same,’” he reads, his voice dipping into a soft murmur. He pauses, glancing down to check her expression. The line hangs heavy in the air, echoing through the silence, a gentle balm to her frayed nerves.

Hayun’s eyes flutter closed, her lashes wet from the silent tears that have slipped down her cheeks, leaving faint tracks across her skin. She listens to his voice, letting it fill the silence, each word grounding her, helping her cling to something beyond the searing pain in her muscles, beyond the desperate ache in her bones. She doesn’t say anything, but her fingers curl into his hoodie, holding on to him like he’s her lifeline.

Minho’s gaze softens, and he closes the book gently after finishing the chapter. “That’s it for now, princess.”

A faint nod is all she can manage in response, but her eyes linger on him, a spark of gratitude flickering in her gaze despite the exhaustion clouding it. The quiet stretches between them, a soft, tentative peace settling over the room.

He adjusts his hold on her, his thumb brushing the last trace of tears from her cheek. His fingers continue to weave through her hair, untangling the tension that has gathered there. After a while, he speaks, his tone gentle but firm. “Hayun, once you’re through this, things are going to be different. I’m not letting this slip under the radar again.”

She looks up at him, her gaze wary, but he holds her steady, his fingers tracing comforting circles over her shoulder.

“Every day, someone, probably Jisung or me, will be checking in. And yeah, we’re searching your room morning and night,” he continues, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “If you get cravings, if it feels like too much, you come to us. To any of us. I don’t care who, even Changbin if he’s around.” His gaze sharpens with quiet determination. “But you don’t go through it alone. No more hiding.”

Hayun swallows, her throat thick as his words sink in. She nods, a flicker of relief breaking through the haze of exhaustion. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice cracked but sincere. “I- I’ll try. I promise.”

Minho nods, satisfied. “Good.” His expression softens, and a small smile tugs at his lips. “You’ve already done the hardest part, you know? So, what’s a little more at this point?” His fingers graze lightly over her hair, brushing a loose strand behind her ear. “And I’ll be here, no matter how tough it gets. Even when you’re a pain in my ass.”

A weak laugh escapes her, dry but real, a sound she didn’t think she could still make. It’s small, but it’s there, and Minho’s smile widens, his relief mirrored in the warmth of his gaze. He shifts, settling against the headboard as he keeps her close, his thumb brushing in soothing strokes over her shoulder.

They sit there, wrapped in the fragile silence, the steady hum of Florence and the Machine drifting softly from the speaker. The music fills the room, an ethereal, almost haunting melody that lingers in the quiet like a gentle balm over the tension.

After a long pause, Hayun finally speaks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t deserve this,” she says, her tone raw, vulnerable. “I don’t deserve you, Minho. Not after all the things I’ve done.”

He just chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at her. “Too bad,” he murmurs, his voice soft but resolute. “Because you’re stuck with me, princess.” He leans down, his voice dipping to a playful whisper, his tone warm. “And trust me, I didn’t put you through all those cold showers for nothing.”

The faintest smile tugs at her lips, and she lets out a shaky breath, the smallest hint of hope flickering in her eyes as she looks up at him. She presses closer, letting herself lean into his warmth, allowing herself to rest, even if only for a moment.

Two weeks after the worst of Hayun’s withdrawal, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin finally step back into the house, looking relieved yet hesitant as they shut the door behind them. They barely make it past the entryway before they spot Hayun lying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.

Without wasting a second, all three rush toward her and pile on top, squeezing her in a tight hug, practically smothering her with their weight and laughter.

“Ugh, guys, what the hell?” Hayun mumbles, groaning but smiling as they trap her under the blanket.

Jisung’s voice rings out over the chaos, “I have news! I fucked Hyunjin!”

Hayun, her voice muffled by the layers of arms and legs, murmurs a dry, “Hallelujah.”

From the kitchen, where he’s busy stirring a pot of jjajangmyeon, Minho calls out, “Don’t mind her, she’s been exhausted recently. But welcome back, guys.”

The three don’t seem to notice; they’re too busy talking over one another, bombarding Hayun with updates and stories.

“Okay, but Hyunjin’s cooking skills are as bad as they say,” Jisung says, his voice filled with horror. “I thought he was going to burn down Minho’s kitchen.”

Felix laughs, ruffling Hayun’s hair as she groans again in mock annoyance. “And Chan? Dude is, like, obsessed with organizing everything. If you leave one sock out of place, boom, it’s a whole lecture.”

Hayun chuckles, her voice soft. “I missed you guys,” she says, reaching out to squeeze Felix’s arm.

While the others keep chatting, Jeongin slips away from the group and heads into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. He leans against the counter, watching Minho as he stirs the sauce for the jajangmyeon.

After a beat of silence, Jeongin clears his throat. “So, how bad was it really? I mean, you texted us updates and all, but-”

Minho exhales, pausing for a moment before resuming his stirring. “Honestly?” He glances over his shoulder, lowering his voice. “It was brutal, man. Those two wouldn’t have handled it. That’s why I sent you all to my place.” He stops to collect his thoughts, choosing his words carefully. “There were a few days where she was-” He trails off, jaw clenched. “Where she begged to die. It’s- Withdrawal’s no joke, Innie.”

Jeongin’s face falls, his eyes widening as he processes the reality of what Minho is saying. “Shit… I can’t imagine.” He looks down, fiddling with his hands. “You really… put yourself through that for her?”

Minho shrugs, focusing on the pot. “Someone had to. She deserves to come out of this. Deserves more than what she’s been through.”

Jeongin studies him for a moment, then, in a rare moment of perceptiveness, asks, “Do you love her?”

Minho’s eyes widen, taken off guard. “Huh?” He lets out a small, awkward laugh, stirring the pot to avoid looking Jeongin in the eyes. “What the fuck kind of a question is that?”

“It’s just us here,” Jeongin says, crossing his arms and smirking. “You don’t do what you did if you don’t love someone. And you, Minho, don’t go through the hell of getting her off oxy and keeping her steady unless she’s more than just ‘important’ to you.”

Minho sighs, relenting with a small smile as he keeps stirring. “Yeah. I do.”

Jeongin’s smirk grows into a genuine grin. “So when are you gonna ask her out?”

Minho rolls his eyes but can’t hide the way his face softens. “I’m not rushing it. I want to take her on a few more dates first, make sure she’s really okay.” He shrugs, focusing back on the food. “When the time’s right.”

Jeongin nods, respect clear in his gaze. “Take your time. She’s lucky to have someone like you, hyung.”

“Lucky?” Minho laughs. “After the cold showers and all the nagging, I think she’d disagree.”

Jeongin grins, patting him on the back. “Nah, she knows she's found something good with you”

From the living room, Felix’s voice rings out, calling, “Yah! Minho! Stop hoarding the food! We’re starving over here!”

Minho shakes his head, chuckling as he prepares to plate the food. "Coming, you whiners." As he finishes, he glances one last time at Jeongin. There’s a quiet understanding between them, one that doesn’t need words, and Jeongin gives him a small nod before heading back to the living room.

Minho smiles to himself, carrying the plates out. He sets them down on the coffee table, and as the others dig in, he glances at Hayun, catching her eye and giving her a quick, warm smile. She returns it, a look that says more than words ever could, and he knows, in that moment, that whatever comes next, he’s right where he’s meant to be.

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Love the Unexpected Universe. Dad!Joel is life, could I please request a sweet fluff piece of just Joel on a day out with baby Miller? Just exploring, carrying baby on his shoulders and being an absolute girl dad. I just need this man to have a day filled with peace and love!

first of all, i am so sorry for my tardy response to your request, sweet anon, i hope some fluffy dad!joel can make up for it <3

Unexpected Circumstances

dad!joel x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

warnings | 18+ mostly for some angst, but overall this is very sweet

a/n | obviously, this takes place in my Expectings universe :)

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“You sure you’ll be ok? I can ask someone to cover my shift.”

“We’re gonna be fine, mama. I’ve got her.”

“Alright, um, well, I’ll be home before dinner, and Ellie can help out after school–” He ducks down to silence her with a smacking kiss, leaving her with an easy smile as he hoists Libby on his hip.

“I’ve got it, ok? All you need to worry about is coming home safe to us.” Though she still looks hesitant, she nods, leaning in to press a kiss to Libby’s cheek before quietly murmuring to her.

“Hi, baby, mama’s gotta go for a little while, but I’ll be back so, so soon. And daddy’s gonna be here with you all day, does that sound good?” Their girl’s brow crumples at that, somewhere between confusion and despair. She is only two after all, but she’s whip-smart enough to understand that her mama is leaving for the day.

“You gotta be good for daddy, Libby, alright? I love you so much, baby. Gonna be back so soon you won’t even know I was gone.” Fat chance of that. Joel holds that comment back, rocking their girl lightly as the first cries start to break in her tiny lungs.

“Darlin, you ain’t ever gonna get out the door at this rate. Go, and just, be safe, please.” She looks completely torn, eyes glancing between him and Libby’s pinched face, though she does finally go, stealing a quick kiss from him and laying one on the top of their girl’s head before she slips out the front door. And the instant the door clicks shut, Libby lets out a dizzying scream of what sounds like the word mama, her tiny fists beating against Joel’s chest. If he didn’t have hearing loss before, he certainly will now.

It’s not that he hasn’t had sole Libby duty before, it’s just that it’s a bit rare. They had worked out a decent childcare rotation, and now that Libby’s two, they’ve also started taking her to the community daycare. But a perfect storm of unexpected circumstances has left Joel as the only person able to look after her today. While his woman has a patrol shift, daycare has been shut down until further notice due to a stomach bug traveling around in little bodies, and Tommy and Maria are both busy with town council work. And Joel, well, he happens to have the day off.

He’s got this. Hell, he did it everyday with Sarah. But she had been a daddy’s girl, through and through. And judging by the way Libby’s wailing in his ear right now, this girl is at least a little more partial to her mama. 

“Easy, easy, baby girl. You and me are gonna have a good day, huh? Don’t cry, baby, please? How about we go see the horses? You love the horses.” At that, she calms herself down just enough to let out a shuddering “h-h-horses?” Joel can’t help but smile as she looks up at him, watery eyes and a wobbly lip, her hand fisted in the collar of his flannel.

“Yeah, baby, let’s get some food in you and then we’ll go see them.” 

With most of a bowl of oatmeal in her stomach (and some drying on his shirt) he manages to get his girl out the door, her hand engulfed in his much larger one as he lets her lead the way. He’s going to have a crook in his neck with the way he has to hunch over to let her walk alongside him with her hand in his, but she had been rather insistent on doing it herself, and if there’s one thing he’s certain of, it’s that she’s just as stubborn as her mama. 

She’s all smiles now, pointing at things they pass, naming what she can, always looking up to him for confirmation that he’s happy to give with a nod and a grin. Something like pride swells big and warm in his chest when they pass other people, his girl giving them waves and greetings that they reciprocate in kind, offering a smile to Joel as well. To be a part of this pure goodness is a privilege he didn’t think he’d ever get again, and he finds himself smiling back at folks, an easy “g’morning” offered to their own greetings. 

The spring colts are out in the pen when they get to the stables, and Libby’s eyes go wide, tugging on his arm to hurry them along toward the fence. He hoists her up onto his hip so she can get a better look over the pen, a shriek of a giggle leaving her when one of the horses throws its head back in a whinny. 

“You wanna get a little closer, baby girl?” He swears the look she gives him should be coming from a teenager, the pinch of her brow a total uh, yes, duh expression that he has to chuckle at. 

Before he takes her into the pen, he grabs a pail of feed, setting Libby down and guiding her over to the gate with a hand on her back. There’s three horses in the pen, and none of them pay them much mind as they step inside, too busy soaking up the morning sun and stretching their legs in a lazy waltz. But when one of the colts takes notice of them, and the pail Joel is holding in one hand, it starts to nose closer to where they’re standing. And the closer it gets, the tighter Libby’s grip on his hand becomes until she shuffles behind his legs with a disconcerted whimper, pressing her face into his jeans and wrapping her arms around his thigh. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. They’re just hungry, that's all. Here, watch.” He gently untangles her from his pant leg, kneeling down next to her with a reassuring palm on her back as he takes a handful of grain from the pail and holds it out to the young horse. The colt takes another step forward, hoovering the grain up from Joel’s palm in no time flat. 

“Oh, daddy, I try?” He grins at her eager question and wide eyes, letting her step in front him to grab a handful of grain.

“That’s it, baby girl. Now hold your hand out flat like this.” He guides her hand out with his own, keeping his other hand on her shoulder. Though she takes a nervous step back into him when the horse comes closer, he holds her steady, murmuring that it’s alright, that he won’t let anything bad happen to her. And the giggle she lets out when the horse does snuffle at her palm might be the best sound he’s ever heard. 

He catches flickers of Sarah in her, in laughs, or particularly sassy looks, and it’s the sweetest pain he’s ever felt, love that grows not in spite of, but because of the memories. His girls, all three of them, and the way they run laps around his heart.

…

She’s not sure what she was expecting to find when she returned home that evening, but this certainly wasn’t it. Coming through the backdoor and into the kitchen, she sees veggies and other ingredients prepped and ready on the counter for dinner, an admitted relief and surprise knowing that it was Joel “chef boyardee doesn’t expire” Miller who most likely did it. But it’s when she steps into the living room that any weariness is replaced by a thrumming warmth in her chest at the sight she finds. Joel is out cold on the couch, head resting on one armrest and ankles propped up on the other, a light snore coming from his parted lips. And laying on his chest, his arms wrapped firm around her, is Libby, as equally conked out as her dad, cheek smushed against his shoulder.

As quietly as she can, she pads over to the couch, kneeling down and bringing a light palm to brush Libby’s hair out of her face, her girl stirring a bit before her eyes squint open. 

“Mama?” It’s so quiet, so small that she’d like to tuck the sound of that word somewhere between her ribs, something sweet to hold onto forever.

“Hi, baby, told you I’d be back in no time. Did you have a good day with daddy?” Not answering, Libby simply starts to squirm in Joel’s hold, though he still doesn’t stir. But when she presses her little palms into his chest to push herself up, kneeing him in the stomach along the way, Joel wakes with a start and a hard oof, his head whipping around to figure out what the hell is going on. With Libby already scrambling into her lap, she offers him a smile, bringing her hand to rub circles over his chest where she knows his heart is probably racing right now.

“Hey, darlin, you’re back.” The tired rasp of his voice has her smile broadening into a grin, one hand rubbing up and down Libby’s back where she’s clung to her torso, and the other seeking out Joel’s hand, tangling their fingers together with a squeeze.

“Looks like you two wore yourselves out today.” 

“I seed horses, mama.” Libby’s face peeks out from where she had been hiding in her neck, eyes wide and cheeks rounded by her grin.

“You saw the horses? That’s awesome, Libs.” 

“She fed them too. This one was extra brave, weren’t you, baby?” Joel sits up with a groan, swinging his legs off the couch and leaning his elbows on his thighs as he speaks. To her surprise, and just a touch to her chagrin, Libby starts squirreling in her lap, craning around and reaching out for Joel who’s more than happy to take her up into his arms, sitting her down on his thigh. 

“Brave, daddy.” Joel grins at their girl, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek that sets her giggling. She can’t help musing to herself that Libby might have found a new favorite. 

“Did Ellie help out?”

“Nah, I told her she could go hang out with Dina. We had it under control, right, my girl?” Libby nods her head rather seriously at Joel’s words, making them both chuckle at her quick agreement. 

“Hmm, looks like it. How about I get started on dinner then since you guys already got it all set up?” With that, Libby climbs up Joel to stand on his thigh, another oof drawing out of him as she jumps down off his leg and into her lap, just a tad too big for it to not knock the wind out of her as she wraps her arms around her neck.

“I help-ded, mama.” She glances over the top of Libby’s head at Joel, who just smiles and nods.

“Libs supervised, I chopped.” Libby nods, her hand reaching out to rest on Joel’s knee.

“Super eyes, daddy?” 

“Something like that, baby. Why don’t you go get cleaned up with your mama? I’ll get dinner started.”

…

“I have to admit, I’m impressed.” 

“Well don’t sound so surprised, darlin.” She grins at him around her toothbrush, eyes meeting his in the bathroom mirror. While he had handled Libby well on his own, they certainly make a better team of taking care of their girl, dinner free of tears or tantrums, easily passing her between each other in the midst of stirred pots and chopped vegetables, Ellie coming home somewhere in the middle of it and taking Libby out in the backyard to play before they ate. It’s not that they’ve made a point of it, sitting down together every night for a meal, but they certainly try to, and it happens to be his favorite part of the day. They’re all safe, they’re all fed, and they’re all home, a relief and a reassurance that he knows matters as much to her as it does to him. 

“So I did good, huh?” He can’t help himself, his grin going crooked as he leans against the bathroom counter to look at her. 

“She still has all her limbs, no blunt force head trauma, and she passed out the minute I put her down for the night. Yeah, I’d say you did good.” She swallows his laugh with a kiss, stepping closer and resting her palms on his chest. 

“Thank you, Joel. You know it’s not that I’m worried about you. I just– well, I just–” 

“Worry about her. I know, I do too. But our girl is pretty fucking amazing, don’t you think?” 

“She is, she really is. But don’t go turning her into a daddy’s girl now. Horses, Joel, really? That’s just playing to the crowd.” Her easy smile tells him that she’s only a little serious about what she says, head tilted at him. 

“Oh please, you would’ve done the same if you had her wailing in your ear. Wouldn’t stop crying when you left, darlin.” 

“Is it bad that hearing that makes me feel a little better?” Instead of answering her question, he steals another kiss from her, his hands cupping her face, feeling the arc of her cheeks as she grins into it.

“If our girl is gonna have a favorite, I don’t mind it being you.”