#watching everyone fall asleep and make sure everything's ok

[serendipitous-mage]

......... who's gonna tell him ... .. ill do it @markiplier

[forzalando]

hi marissa! first, i hope you have a wonderful time with your family!!

second, could i request “i might have had a few shots” with max, where reader drunk calls him after a breakup? thank youu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i feel like i took some creative liberties with this one! i wasn't sure if you meant reader and max breakup or reader calls max after breaking up with someone else - so i went with the latter and couldn't resist making them idiots in love😭. after writing the danny ric angst, i needed to heal my own heart lol i truly hope you love it, liyah! thank you for always being so kind, it was a pleasure to write for you! wc: 1.8k warnings: cursing (most likely), a little bit of angst, mentions of drinking/reader being drunk

Getting ahold of Max Verstappen was nearly impossible – his use of the custom “Do Not Disturb” function was impressive. He had custom settings for everything: a work setting, a setting for when he was streaming, a race day setting, but his most prized was his sleep setting.

Once local time hit 10pm, Max Verstappen was unreachable to everyone. Well, almost everyone. His family, Christian, and you were the only exceptions, which aggravated Daniel to no end. “I’m your best friend, too!”, he’d claimed. But it wasn’t the same.

Max wasn’t secretly in love with Daniel. He’d take your calls anytime, day or night.

It was nearing midnight – Jimmy and Sassy were sound asleep at the foot of his bed and he’d been watching some legal drama you recommended. He hated it, but for you he’d watch it forever and take notes just to have another thing to talk to you about.

At this point, the show had practically put him to sleep, but the loud chime of his phone and your contact picture lighting up the screen jolted him awake.

“Maxie?” You yelled into the speaker. “Maxieee, are you there?”

“I’m here, liefje,” he chuckled. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Th’girls made me go out,” you whined. “Said I needed to dance and drink the night away.”

“And did you?” Max teased - by the sound of your voice, it was obvious you had taken their advice.

You giggled and the sound made Max’s heart clench in his chest. “I might’ve had a few shots, but don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret. Can you keep a secret, Max?”

His heart clenched now for a different reason – he was the best at keeping secrets. He’d been in love with you for over a year and the only living souls who knew were his cats. And probably Danny, though he'd had the sense to never bring it up.

“For you, I would do anything,” Max declared. In your drunken state, you failed to recognize the full extent of the meaning behind his words.

“Perfect!” You hiccupped, stumbling slightly before your friend caught your arm.

It was silent for a moment – Max waited for you to say something else but only heard your breathing through the speaker. “Is everything ok? Why did you call?”

“Well, no. Wanna go home but everyone else wants to stay out. Can you come get me, Maxie? It’s cold outside.”

“Are you alone?” He asked frantically, jumping out of bed and throwing a sweatshirt on in record time. He shoved his feet into his shoes so quickly that his ankle rolled – his trainer would be pissed when it came time for tomorrow’s workout.

“No, Nat and Peter are outside with me. They’re good friends. But not as good as you!”

Max breathed a sigh of relief – grateful that your closest friend and her boyfriend were watching over you. Unfortunately, the relief didn’t keep his stomach from twisting at “good friend”.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, ok?”

You shouted thank you gleefully and hung up – he could picture you jumping up and down in excitement, you’d probably fall over unless Nat and Peter were close enough to catch you.

Minutes later, he pulled up alongside the club and he’d barely made it out of his car before you were jumping into his arms.

“I knew I could count on you, Maxie.”

He gently put you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and grabbing a jacket from his backseat to drape over you. Once you were comfortable, content, and ready to go, he turned to your friends to thank them for waiting with you.

“Thanks for staying with her until I could get here.”

“No problem at all,” Nat smiled. “We all thought she deserved a night out after the week she’s had, but I think she’d rather just be with you.”

Max blushed, unintentionally ignoring that your friend had just let slip you’d had a terrible week and he’d had no idea. He thanked them once again, and slipped into his car to find you half asleep and cuddling his jacket.

He thought you’d be out like a light in moments and turned the radio down, content to sit in silence until he got to his place. He’d rather die than wake you up to find your keys when you looked so peaceful.

“Can I tell you another secret, Maxie?” You murmured, startling him when you broke the still silence in his car.

“Sure, Y/N.”

“Alec dumped me. And I’m not even sad about it.”

Your latest boyfriend – you’d been dating for a couple of months. Max wondered why you had called him instead of Alec, but he didn’t want to ask since he didn’t particularly like talking about your boyfriends, even if they were nice. As far as he could tell, Alec was one of the nice ones.

“I’m sorry. Is that why your friends wanted you to go out?”

“They thought I’d be devastated,” you said bewildered. “And I haven’t even cried! You know me, Maxie, I’m a crier. I had to pretend to be upset when I told them.”

Max laughed at that, looking at you as you laughed along with him. His dimple and shining eyes caused your heart to skip a beat, and your smile slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, you had a horrified look on your face. You knew why you hadn’t cried – it was because you didn’t really care that much about Alec. Sure, he was sweet, kind, and attractive, but something was missing. When he broke up with you, he was so gracious, telling you that he thought the world of you but that it would never work because you were clearly in love with someone else. You’d protested – told him the only constant male presence in your life was Max, your best friend. He’d just smiled at you and said “I know”, leaving you perplexed when he left the coffee shop you had met up at. Until now, you had no idea what he meant.

You turned away from Max, shocked at the revelation of your feelings, staring out the window until he got to his apartment.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he explained when he saw your confused face. “Didn’t want to rifle through your bag for your keys or wake you up. The spare bedroom has fresh sheets anyway.”

You nodded, practically catapulting yourself out of the car and into his building. The speed at which you trekked up to his place was impressive, especially in the shoes you’d chosen for the evening, and Max began to sweat. Had he done something wrong? Were you pissed he didn’t take you home?

When he unlocked his door, you ran straight to the guest bathroom and shut yourself in. Max was disoriented – you didn’t seem that drunk, and truthfully you were only ever quiet when you were asleep.

While you were in the bathroom, Max put a change of clothes and spare toiletries on your bed, slipping out when he heard the sink stop running.

You smiled when you saw the pile Max had left on your bed, suddenly feeling very ashamed for abruptly ignoring him. The TV was on in the living room and after changing, taking off your makeup, and brushing your teeth, you felt slightly more sober and a lot more guilty.

“Max?” you whispered, slinking into the living room to sit beside him on the couch. “Can I tell you one more secret?”

“Of course, you can always tell me anything.”

“Alec broke up with me because he thinks I’m in love with someone else.”

“Well, that’s crazy,” Max scoffs. “He must not want to tell you the real reason or didn’t have one so he made that up. I mean, what guys do you know that he’s even met? Peter? Another one of your friends’  boyfriends? You don’t even have that many close guy friends except me and - ”

Max cuts himself off, slowly turning to face you. He doesn’t think he’s breathing, blood rushing in his ears and a tightness starts to spread throughout his chest.

You have a sad smile on your face and your eyes are downcast, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you.

“I don’t think I even realized until tonight,” you whispered. “Looking at you in the car, watching you laugh, how you were the only person I wanted to call and you dropped everything to come get me. It just kind of hit me – who Alec meant, why none of my relationships have ever worked out.”

Max scoots away from you, and suddenly it’s painful to breathe. There’s an ache in your chest that almost burns –  like someone’s waving a lighter back and forth over your heart, each time leaving the flame against you a little longer.

“You’re drunk, Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying. Please, please don’t do this.”

When you look at his face, see the panic that’s masking heartache, you realize that he’s not moving away from you because he doesn’t feel the same.

He’s moving away because he does, and for how long, you don’t know – but the flame licks higher and higher until the burning reaches your throat when you understand that he thinks you’re too far gone to understand your own feelings.

“Max, I’m not – ”

He cuts you off, reaching out to cup your face with his hand. “In the morning. If you wake up, and you still want to have this conversation, I will listen.”

You nod and stand up from the couch, leaving him sitting under the glow of the television. The apartment feels colder as you walk towards the guest room, and when you stop to look back at him, his head is in his hands and it terrifies you. Max was the one person in this world that you could never lose – it would shatter you.

Sleep never came to you – tossing and turning in the plush pillows that you picked out because Max wanted you as comfortable as possible in his space. When the sun came up, you crept out of bed and didn’t stop until you were in front of Max’s door. You knocked twice, rocking back on forth on the balls of your feet.

The door opened within seconds – Max’s tired eyes showed that he got about as much sleep as you did.

“It’s morning,” you whispered.

“It is.”

“It’s morning and I still love you.”

He smiled at you, so big and so bright, it rivaled the Mediterranean summer sun. You wanted this moment captured forever – painted perfectly in a portrait done by the most highly esteemed artist in the world.

You threw your arms around his neck, sacrificing seeing the beauty of him to feel him in your arms. His soft breaths tickled your skin, and your giggles made him squeeze you even tighter.

“You don’t know how many mornings I’ve spent waiting to hear you say that.”

“You’ll never have to live through another one again, Max.”

[vauxxy]

RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK

luke castellan x daughter of hades reader

★ relationship headcanons!!

ABOUT - cute little relationship headcanons for luke and his child of hades gf <3

WARNINGS - a little bit of nsfw at the end 💋

A/N - not my fav lol… it’s ok i think it’s kinda cute

luke castellan is the ultimate gentleman. he’s sweet, thoughtful, caring, all that stuff.

he always makes an effort to include you in everything because he knows how hard it is for you to make friends and such. he’s always inviting you to hang out with him and his friends, or taking you out to chaperone his cabin with him.

he’s your knight in shining armour. before you and luke even became friends, he was looking out for you. always saying hello, inviting you to spar with him, things like that.

luke castellan makes sure his girlfriend is comfortable in every situation. he knows you’re shy, so he tries his best to soothe your nerves whenever you’re talking in a big group of people. he’ll wrap his arm around your back and gently hold your waist, or he’ll kiss your cheek or shoulder- hoping it’ll soothe you. and it usually does, but it mostly flusters you.

he tries to spend as much time alone with you as possible. this means a lot of whisking you away to the hades cabin, because it’s completely empty.

you spend hours just talking and laying in your bed, playing with his hair as you two joke around about stupid shit.

he kinda feels superior to everyone else because he gets to know you more than anyone ever could. other than him and a few of your friends, everyone thinks you’re shy and timid. and sure, you are those things, but you’re also loving and hilarious and so so so witty.

luke castellan’s favourite thing about you is your sharp tongue. you’re funny, and dark, which makes for some really funny comments. the first time you make a joke around him, he couldn’t stop laughing. it was shocking hearing such morbid jokes some from such a shy mouth.

you are not one for PDA. you think that making out in public is weird and gross. he agrees… to an extent.

obviously, you’re not jamming your faces together ever minute of everyday, but luke is very needy.

he’s so overly touch starved and extremely obsessed with you, that if he’s around you he has to be able to be close with you to some extent.

this means holding hands, or pressing his shoulder against yours, playing with your hair, fiddling with your fingers, etc…

just small things like that.

when you’re alone, he’s a lot more touchy. and you love it- you’re as touched starved at him, you’re just better at hiding it.

luke loves to just hold you. he loves to just wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, leaving little kisses all along your skin.

he loves watching you squirm and turn red when he caresses the sides of your hips. he honestly loves everything you do.

luke is extremely respectful of you and your boundaries. he’s also extremely needy. these two things can be true at the same time.

he started spending nights in your bed at the hades cabin using the excuse ‘it smells bad and is always so loud!! y/n you’ve gotta help me!!’

obviously you give in, because you love luke and love sleeping next to him. who cares if it’s against the rules?

but after the third night of just sleeping next to each other, you start noticing just how desperate he is for you.

the way he clings onto your body for dear life, how he falls asleep only after you start playing with his hair.

it’s charming really.

semi-nsfw ahead ‼️

your only issue with luke sleeping in your bed is the way he makes sure his hips stay far away from your body. sure, he’s being respectful, he’s a teenage boy- he can’t control it. but you kinda wish he didn’t sometimes.

you’ve tried talking about it with him, but you get to shy. it’s hard for you.

i mean, how on earth do you tell your boyfriend that you know he’s constantly hard for you? and that you also wish he’d tell you? and maybe that you also wish he’d go further than just the occasional boob groping or thigh rubbing?

lol so you don’t. you don’t say a word. instead, you turn around and wrap your leg around his body as you’re laying down, halfway through a sleepy conversation. you cling to his form, rubbing your hands over his back.

you hear him let out a quiet groan, looking down at you like you’re evil as he purses his lips.

“what’s wrong, luke?” you ask innocently, ignoring his clothed length fully twitching against your thigh.

he rolls his eyes and just starts kissing your forehead and cheeks, wrapping his body around yours as he tries to hold himself back a little.

“we’ve been dating for like… over a month.” you whisper, running your fingers through luke’s hair as he rests his head on your chest.

he nods slowly, which sends shivers down your spine. the feeling of his hair tickling your skin never fails to make you flustered.

“if you wanna go further you can ask.” you say quietly.

5 minutes later and you’re under him as your hands grasp onto your bedsheets, now covered in hickeys.

he’s gentle and thoughtful, always asking if it’s okay to continue or not.

he goes slow, leaving kisses all over your body as he watches you squirm and giggle quietly.

he’s sweet and caring and you love the way he makes you feel, and you love watching him go absolutely crazy over your touch.

you probably couldn’t ask for a more attentive and respectful boyfriend. he’s so polite and kind and caring- he makes you feel like you’re a princess.

being a child of hades has made it hard for people to get to know you- the real you. but luke never found it hard to know you past your name. he loves you more than life itself.

[danikamariewrites]

If you're willing to do a more platonic/familial request, could you do some headcanons on being Rhysand's youngest sister?? And then I had an additional idea of being his sister + Azris' mate... but I'll let you decide which aspects you'd like to write about :) (if you want to write about it at all, of course!)

Princess of the Night Court

IC x reader (platonic)

Notes: I went with reader just being the sister I hope you don’t mind, I wanted to explore this dynamic before hopping outside the night court

Warnings: some angst

Being the second born of the former NC High Lord meant you had the freedoms to do some things your brother couldn’t

However much you pushed your brother’s buttons when he became High Lord you still loved each other. And you really stepped up to help him with his royal duties

You were a bit nervous and relieved when your father died. You knew what he expected of you but you were unsure how the power and position would change Rhys

The biggest blessing Rhys gave you was the freedom to marry whoever and whenever. There was no pressure and he would not dare use you as a bargaining tool, ever

Being princess came with the never ending princess treatment

Your people adored you and you them

You frequented shops in Velaris and always made sure to talk with everyone and hear their troubles

It also meant that Azriel and Cassian were your forever body guards

And how fun is it to ditch them?! It’s even more fun when they finally track you down. Their faces all scrunched in anger and that vein popping in Cassian’s forehead that you just want to poke

The two were your brothers, there was no denying Az and Cass treated you like the sister they never had

They were just as protective (maybe more at times) than Rhys is of you and you loved them for it

When you had your first heartbreak one of the first people you went to for comfort was Azriel. He was always your shoulder to cry on and he’s a good listener

The three of them would be up anyone that hurt you

To try and have some semblance of a normal life while Rhys was gone you tried to date. It did not go well. The male you went to dinner with had said some nasty things about your family and came home bawling your eyes out. When you told Cass, Az, and Mor, Cassian was the most angry. He left and came home with bloody knuckles. That night he sat next to your bed reading you stories like when you were little

After Rhys came home from under the mountain you gave him his space and were more serious than usual

Something you hadn’t had in a long time with your brother was a sleepover. You used to crawl into his bed at night when you had nightmares and Rhys would reassure you that everything would be ok

Just as you were planning to go to Rhys for a sleepover to make him feel normal a knock sounded at your door. Opening it you found your brother looking disheveled and on the verge of tears. You pulled him in and you got into your bed. You laid there in silence for a very long time, both wide awake. “I know you can’t and don’t want to talk about everything yet. But we’re all here for you Rhys. I’m here for you big brother. And I won’t think any differently of you for any of it.” Rhys just pulled you into a bone crushing hug and cried and cried until he fell asleep. You hadn’t seen him cry like that since your mother died

Out of everyone of the Inner Circle you were the most overjoyed to have Rhys home

You did everything in your power to make sure he was comfortable and welcome

The sacrifices he made for the court were ones you would never forget

Watching Rhys fall in love with Feyre made your heart swell. You saw a light burn in him that hadn’t been there since he was younger

Becoming friends with Feyre was a journey

She didn’t like you at first since she only knew the stories that Tamlin and Lucien had told her

Fun lil bit of history Tamlin left out was that you and him hooked up but he was kinda mad it was only ever that and not more

But when you and Mor broke through and Feyre trusted you enough her friendship was a beautiful thing

And you had a new buddy to pick on Cassian with

Learning Feyre was pregnant after the war you were so excited to be an aunt! You were going to spoil the shit out of this baby boy

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 7 ( Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, slapping (brief), reader just letting out some aggression with Daddy's help, dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love her and tell her so a lot.

ANGST (because I'm me), the discuss more about what happened with the fallout of Gina and how they reacted when it came to Y/N. More insight into why the guys and Gina split (she's not a good woman). Reader does a thing at the end, I'm not calling it a cliffhanger but it could be construed as one.

Word Count: 5342

Series Here/ Donate to Me

“Would either of you like more coffee?”, your mom asked as the pot in her hand hovered over their cups. 

“Oh, no ma’am. Thank you though.”, Steve politely smiled as Eddie shook his head to answer her question as well. “The breakfast was delicious, sir. Thank you for allowing us to join you and your family.”

“Ok, calm down, son. That’s not the way to suck up to me and her mother.”

Both boys glance your way as you try to stifle your giggles behind you mug as you sip your coffee.

“I think I’m starting to see where princess gets her sarcasm from.”, the rockstar grins.

“Yeah, we spoiled her too much.”, you mom teases as you stick your tongue out at her reply. 

“If I may ask, what would be the way to suck up to you because we love Y/N very much and we would do anything possible to earn all three of your trust and acceptance back.”

The room became silent as Steve’s words hung in the air. 

“To be fair, honey, when it comes to us, our first experience with you is hurting our daughter. We didn’t even know she was seeing anyone again.”, you mother relayed as her eyes flicked towards you. “Everything we know about you is either from the tv or her when she came home crying.”

Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as her words pierced his heart; they never wanted to be the ones responsible for your pain. 

“You may not like hearing it but it’s true. You have to accept what you did to her first before you can move forward. A thousand years of marriage taught us that.”

“Oh my God.”, your father sighs. “You calm down to. Everyone at this table is so theatrical. I need back up. Where is Mya?”

“Mya is probably knocked out but I’m sure she’ll be around later.”, you smile. “There’s a lake behind the house here if you guys want to go for a walk.”

“Yeah, we’d love that.”

***

“If you’d like after this, we can run to your hotel and grab your clothes so you can change. You can stay in our house to if you want.”

Eddie’s palm balances just under your own as you hold your arms out while walking along the bank of the water. 

“We don’t have to. I mean��we don’t want to over crowd you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Said the men who were asleep at the foot of my bed this morning.”

“We were worried about you.”, Steve replied as he carefully traveled behind you to make sure you didn’t fall. 

“Well, I’m offering but if you’d be more comfortable in the hotel I’d understand. My family and Mya can be a lot.”

As you jump down, the metalhead guides your decent making sure you’re alright before you three continue moving forward. 

“They are a part of you and you aren’t a lot.”

“Not enough to be open with me.”, you grumble before you watch their heads hang. “I’m sorry.”

“No, um, no reason to be. You’re right.”

“Can I ask…what’s been happening since I left?”

“Jesus, fucking everything.”, Steve sighs as he takes a seat under a tree and you both follow him down with you in between. “I have no idea how she’s doing all these interviews at one time. We can barely get through one in general without being exhausted.”

“Gina and her lawyer have been making the rounds on daytime talk shows and sites like TMZ. Our lawyer says that tactic works in our favor because she either puts her foot in her mouth or contradicts herself so we can use that in court.”, Eddie exhales heavily. “All we’ve done so far is make that statement on Harrington’s social media which everyone has picked apart already.”

“Did that do anything for you?”, the mogul asks as his gaze shifts your way. “We were hoping that referencing you that way in our statement would help keep all that chaos away a bit.”

“I wouldn’t know since I haven’t looked at my phone. The only reason I know you said anything is because I had a weak moment and scanned your profiles on my computer.” Your head hung for a moment before you sarcastically chuckled and looked his way. “Now Gina’s interview saying that you’re only dating me because I’m the opposite of her, that was an accident. My mom was watching her morning shows and…”

“She’s not entirely wrong.” Your head swiveled towards Eddie as you waited for him to explain. “You ARE the complete opposite of her which is another reason we love you. If we wanted another Gina we could have just stayed with her.”

Your eyes closed at the words “we love you’, not quite ready to believe and accept them just yet. 

“So, yeah, did you guys have a lake like this back in Hawkins?”

“Y/N—”

“We should probably get you to your hotel so you can change and get your stuff.”, you interrupt as you hastily rise to your feet and dust off your pants. 

“Baby—”

“No.”, you growl as you put up your hand to cut him off. “No, Steve. You both don’t get to call me that right now. Don’t let this whole thing fool you. I’m still incredibly angry with you and it’s going to take more than a conversation and a meal with my parents to get me back.”

Silently the three of you walk back to your house but your mom’s loud voice cuts through the winter air as you come around the corner. 

“…and after the things she’s saying about MY daughter?! Gina Frost can go fuck herself!”

Eddie moves first, powerwalking forward and placing himself between a well-dressed man and your mother. 

“If I were you, Daniel, I would get in your car and go back to New York.”

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Munson? I’m not a woman you and your friend are dating so I imagine not.”, the man responds sarcastically. 

The rockstar angerly steps towards him but you hastily grab his arm and in return he stands up straighter to make sure you’re shielded with his body. 

“Is this Miss Y/L/N? I just need to talk with you if you’re able—”

“She’s not involved in anything between us and Gina. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our lawyer.”, Steve defends, placing himself beside his friend to block the man from you and your family. 

“Trying to silence another woman, gentlemen?”

“No.”, you answer for them as you push forward. “They don’t speak for me nor would they ever try. You have one minute to say what you want before my father gets involved and trust me, you thought my mom was combative?”

“Can I at least have a minute alone—”

“No. 55 seconds.”

The man reaches into his pocket and hands you a card that you pass to your mother around your protecters. 

“I’m looking for some more character witnesses to corroborate Gina’s statements—”

“Oh, honey, I’m the last person you should ask because from what I’ve heard our experiences with these men have been very different. 30 Seconds.”

“Are they? How was the charity event? They used to bring her every year.”

“She was their partner. Try again. 25 seconds.”

“It took them awhile to do it. Even longer for her to move into their apartment. How long have you three been together?”

“Who says we’re together? They’re my friends. 15 seconds; you better make them count.”

“Gina was their friend for years before they got together and before they started lavishing her in gifts and all that material bullshit. How long was it until they started doing the same with you? This case was started almost 7 months ago. When did your friendship with them begin?”

Your eyes blink as your jaw tightens and you try to hide the doubt that hits your heart at his line of questioning. 

“Time’s up. Get off my family’s property now.”

##################

You sit quietly as you stare vacantly out the window while both men quickly change and place themselves on the bed in front of you.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, Steve asks with a soft tone as both men’s eyes constantly scan you over with concern. 

“I don’t want to believe him…”

“But you do?”, Eddie follows trying to hide the pain in his voice. 

“I can’t help it. You hid things from me and then you fucking left! No, you expected me to be ok with you disappearing for ‘some time’ which is way worse.”

“Fuck me her lawyer is fucking good.”, the mogul breathily laughs as he shakes his head. “Yeah, the case was started two months before we met you but do you know how long we were separated before we ever considered trying to find a partner again? Eight months. Eight months of alcohol filled days and hiding in our apartment because the idea of going out sounded exhausting. Eight months of watching her plaster her pages with pictures of her tongue down other men’s throats after deleting everything that had to do with us.”

“When we got served those papers, we spiraled even more.”, the other boy continued. “It finally got to the point where I told him we needed to try and get back out there. We started slow going out to bars or parties and we met so many women, Y/N. They would fucking beg to come home with us but we could never do it.”

“Not the right target?”, you sass but regret it immediately when their hurt and anger filled eyes meet yours. 

“We told you when we first spoke with you that we aren’t into ‘yes’ girls and that’s all they were. We went to the site and it was a bunch of the same shit.”

Steve pulled out his phone and ran his fingers along the screen until he found what he wanted and began reading. 

“Please Daddy. I’ll do anything to be yours especially if you can afford to get me something as expensive as your shoes! I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m not really into the threesome thing but if you show me your faces I can pick one of you and give you the best sex you’ve had in your life.”

“I’d love to meet you but we may need to go to the mall first. You can’t take me out in cheap clothes like the ones you’re wearing.”

Your eyes rolled as you listened to what the other Babies had said to them hating that women like them existed especially since you knew a lot of “Daddies” preferred that. After pushing another button on his phone, a high-pitched giggle filled the room.

“Stevie! Answer the phooooooone! Ugh, fine. Whatever. I just wanted to call to tell you guys I won’t be able to make it tonight for dinner. My friends are doing this thing and its sooooo stupid. Do, um, do you think you can send me $300 so I can have some real fun? I promise I’ll make it up to you two! Love you!”

“Steve, I’m out here fucking waiting for you. Why aren’t you here? If this is about me saying I didn’t feel like sleeping next to trailer trash tonight, Eddie knows I didn’t mean it. I was just…you know how I am when I get upset and he promised to take me with him to that interview with Kimmel so I could meet him backstage! It’s not my fault I got wasted and made him miss the stupid plane.”

“Fuck you both! I’m fucking done! I needed you this weekend and neither of you were there! The fucking press and people on the street are calling me a fucking whore and TMZ is making the rounds with my fucking mugshot! You’re going to regret throwing me away! The least you can do is send me some money for the hotel since I can’t go fucking home now.”

“Wow…well she sounds like a winner.”

“Stop it.”, Eddie rumbled in his Daddy tone that had you unintentionally sitting up straighter. “We’re trying to explain something and this is serious, Y/N. Every Baby we talked to reminded us of her…except you.”

“And it’s not because we were targeting you or needed you to show how, I don’t know, how fucking amazing we are or some shit because we aren’t. We’re flawed and sometimes we can definitely be assholes but I swear to God, Y/N, we never meant to hurt you. These past few months have seriously been the best of our entire lives. I offer to pay for things and take care of you because I love you. No, hey, look at me.”, Steve scolds when you avert your gaze at his declaration again. 

“It’s not because we need to establish a relationship quickly or whatever Gina’s lawyer is preaching. You have never tried to take advantage us and selfishly we took advantage of that by commanding you to wait in your apartment without telling you want was going on. That’s never going to happen again, baby girl, and I don’t care what I have to do to make sure it doesn’t.”

“Trust us, sweetheart, the speed of this relationship startled us to. We constantly asked ourselves if we were moving too fast even though we told you we needed to go slow. But like Steve said everything we do is because we love you… I love you.”

Your eyes took them in as they spoke, fully absorbing what they were telling you. 

“Is there anything else I should know about you and her?” After exchanging a look, they shake their heads. “Please don’t lie to me.”

“We’re not, baby, we promise.” As tears cloud your vision, you close your eyes to try and suffocate them as they betray you, falling down your cheek. Ringed hands cup your face as a forehead presses to yours. “What can we do, Y/N? Tell us how we can help, princess.”

“I want to be mad at you.”, you whisper.

Eddie’s head straightens, understanding what you need. 

“Then be mad. Let it all out, baby. You aren’t at home and we’re on the top floor. Shout, scream, hell, hit us if you need to. Just like you we know the word and we know when to use it.” Still seeing trepidation in your eyes, he clears his throat as he stands to his full height. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a little baby.”, he coos with a mocking tone that has you standing to match him. 

“I’m not being a baby!”

“Oh really, little girl? Sound like a baby to me.”

Your palms reach out to shove him but the rockstar quickly bounces back as you push at him again a bit harder.

“M’NOT a baby! I have every right to be angry with you!”

“Yeah, ya do, baby! Let it out! Tell me why you’re angry with us!”

“I was ALWAYS vulnerable with you and more than accommodating but you both couldn’t do the same with me! You hurt me!”, you screamed as you began punching his chest with your fist barely moving him in place. “You made me feel like trash! You took me out and treated me like a queen but as soon as things got hard for you two you threw me away!”, you began to sob. “You gave me hope that I could finally be fucking happy after what Holden did and then with one letter you ripped it all away!”

Dropping your arms to your sides, they watched as your body shook as the tears continued to flow. Abruptly, you turned to leave but when Steve’s hand reached out to grab your wrist, your palm reeled back before smacking him hard across the face. 

The mogul didn’t say at word or let you go as his head swiveled back and his forehead fell on yours. Your eyes remained zeroed in on his chest as it heavily rose and fell with each angry pant, matching you own as the intense energy hung in the air. Again, you slapped him but it wasn’t as hard as before. Repeating your actions, the force of your palm connecting with his cheek became less and less until you were just cupping his face in your hands. 

Your lips roughly attach to his as a small whine leaves your throat at the taste you missed so much. A needy atmosphere replaces the old one and Steve’s strong palms grip your thighs as you jump up to wrap your limbs around him. 

Tumbling onto the bed behind you, the mogul desperately tugs down your jeans and panties as you fumble with his belt before reaching into to his own pants to free his cock. The two of you groan into each other’s mouths as you collect some of your slick with his tip and guide him into your entrance.

Hovering above you, Steve delivers a couple of slow but deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling shut and your fingers threading through his hair when his entire body presses against yours. 

“We’re so sorry, honey.”, he whispered breathlessly. “Mmph—ah, fuck—we didn’t think…fucking stupid.”

You shook your head and pushed his closer to your neck as your legs clung to him tightly.

“It hurt me the most be-because…Jesus Christ, Daddy, just like that.”

“Because why, baby? Tell Daddy.”

Your pussy clenched around him as his heavy pants rippled through your ear making you mewl as he pumped into you at a harder pace.

“Because I love you to, Steve.”

The moan that rumbled through him was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard as he thrust into you so fast the bed shook aggressively underneath you. Keeping his arms secure around you, the man pushed up onto his knees, bringing you with him as he continued to thrust upwards as your palms held his face and his eyes locked in on yours. 

“Please…again…”

“I love you, Steve, so much.”

“Oh shit.”

As he pressed his head into your chest, you felt his release begin to paint your insides and at the sudden action your body trembled as you came.

When you glanced his way, Eddie couldn’t wait any longer, having been stroking his cock at the display before him and desperate to feel you in his arms again. Pulling you off his friend, he stepped out of his jeans and threw of his shirt, positioning you onto all fours with your ass in perfect view for him. 

The rockstars fingers dug into your thick hips as he slid himself inside you and leaned over to lay his chest against your back. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, we missed you so much. I promise we will—mmm—never make you feel like that again. You deserve the world, baby.”

With your eyes close, your mouth blindly searched for his and he obliged as your lips passionately mingled together. 

“I-I love you to, Eddie. Fuck, Daddy, please… harder.”

Pushing up onto his palms, he pulled his cock all the way back before slamming back into your cunt hitting that soft spot inside of you repeatedly that had you a moaning mess. His sweaty forehead was resting on the side of yours and as you opened your eyes, you watched as his gorgeous features contorted into pleasure as he picked up his rhythm.

“That’s it, Daddy. M-Make me cum.”

You couldn’t help but smirk when his nose scrunched in focus as he did what you requested. Falling completely on top of you, your hand quickly grabbed his as your pussy quivered around him and you whimpered as the coil snapped in your belly. The feeling was almost too much for Eddie as his pace sputtered and he grunted against your skin as his release filled you. 

After gently pulling his softening cock out of your now sore but content body, Eddie rolled you onto your back and continued to kiss any part of your neck and face he could reach until a second set of lips joined him on your opposite side. 

“I forgive you.”, you mumble causing their movements to stall before they raised both their heads to look at you. “I forgive you. I’m sorry I broke your rule about googling you. I only looked up your lawyer’s information. I swear I haven’t be looking up information since—”

Steve’s palm over your mouth cut you off.

“We understand. That rule was bullshit anyway… Another way for us to hide Gina.”

“We looked through your socials.”, Eddie revealed as his hand brushed some of your hair away from your face. “We had never done it before because, like you said, we wanted to learn about you from you but when we couldn’t get a hold of you…”

“Did you find anything interesting?”, you tease making both men smile.

“There’s a video on there one of your kids tagged you in where they were joking with you about slang or something. They seem to really love you.” Eddie’s grin grows when you lightly giggle. “Y/N, we’re sorry about not updating you more on our case. It didn’t even occur to us how this could ripple out and affect your job.”

“We’d hate ourselves if we were the reason you lost something like that.”

“I forgive you.”, you repeat before continuing. “I do have to make it clear, though, that this can’t happen again. I meant what I said, I do love you both but I’m not going through all of this again. I…refuse to.”

Their lips kiss your cheeks as they hold you tighter to them. 

“This is never happening again, sweetheart.”

“We promise, honey.”

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As you step out of the shower at your house, you smile as you listen to Eddie’s cackle echo through the house at something your dad said before Steve’s lighthearted tone tried defending whatever was said. 

Glancing towards the drawer by your bed, you let out a heavy sigh before reaching in and grabbing your device to scroll through the screen. 

All of your socials had tags attached that you assumed were people claiming the “mystery woman” was you and the comments everyone was saying in response. There were a ton of emails from news outlets asking for you to say something or give them a quote to confirm it was indeed you that went to the charity event with them but thankfully nothing from your boss or the school. 

You saw a bunch of texts from Mya, your mom, and surprising your ex who assured you he wouldn’t say another to the press even though a few got his information as well. 

Going through your voicemails, you skipped passed reporters and the couple from Gina’s lawyer that you couldn’t care less about until a familiar voice followed through your phone. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckled with a slight slur in his tone that told he was probably drunk at the time. “I just wanted to call you myself because…Because I was thinking about you. I think about you a lot…like all the time, Y/N. Even before all this bullshit with our ex… I would be in the studio with the guys and be like ‘I wonder what pretty girl is up to?’ You’re so beautiful, baby, inside and out. I had a dream about you last night. I was back home in my trailer and I heard you screaming outside. I ran to find you b-b-but I couldn’t. I started panicking like ‘She’s gonna think I didn’t try…try to come save her.’”, he sobs making your heart break at the sound. 

“No matter what, princess, I’d be here for you. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you… Fuck…I shouldn’t leave t-this on your machine. Pfft, Machine. Like it’s the 90s still.”, Eddie laughs at his own joke. “Anyway, um, yeah…I just wanted you to know…that we miss you an we love you, baby. We so sorry…”

The rest of the message was his heavy breathing where you assumed he fell asleep making your grin grow as you wiped one of the tears that fell. Pushing the button for the next message, Steve’s gravelly voice followed. 

“Hey, Y/N. Um, I’m so bad with these things. Eddie’s a lot better with technology than I am but I’m so desperate to hear your voice, honey. I miss the sound so much and not just your voice but your cute little laugh or even the adorable way you sneeze with your entire soul.” When he laughed you giggled along with him. “Jesus…we really fucked up, huh, baby girl? When I was a kid, I would watch women come and go from my dad’s office and I would think ‘I’m never going to be like him. If I had a good woman like my mom at home I would never hurt her like this. I would never make her feel unloved or unwanted.’… We understand if you need some space… I just…I just don’t want you to think we’re doing ok without you. We love you, Y/N.”

When you selected the next message, you have expected it to be another declaration of love or an apology from the guys but when a high pitched sigh came through grating your ears you were surprised. 

“I hope I’m calling the right number. I’m usually a texter but I felt like something like this required a call. My name is Gina Frost and I am Eddie and Steve’s ex. Listen, honey, for your own good, leave them now while your heart is still intact. I spent years trying to be what they wanted me to be and it was never enough. The first time I stood up for myself was when I left them and they dragged my name through the mud! They are great at twisting the truth to fit their narratives. Don’t get pulled in. Would you be willing to meet with me so we can talk?”

You growled at her tone and accusations as what they told you, her voicemails on their phone, and what she said about you on national television swirled around your head.

Opening your Instagram, you uploaded three images with different captions. The first was from the night of charity event that Stephanie took of you three before you left the apartment with you in-between them and their arms wrapped around your waist posing with their other hands pushed in their pocket. Your grin stood out as you laughed at their insistence to not smile in pictures so it looked “sexy yet intimidating” while showing you a demonstration. 

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and as a lot of you may have noticed I am the woman that went with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington to the event last month. I have known these men for a few months and have been in an intimate relationship with them for some time. For my privacy and because of the things being said online by Miss Frost, they tried to protect me by referring to me in the media as ‘just a friend’. I hope that notion alone goes into the column that they are not the lies that people have said about them. I love them both with every fiber of my being and I have never felt safer in my life then in these men’s company.”

The second image was a video of you and Steve sitting in your living room on the floor where you were trying to put one of your face masks on him while he kept making jokes to keep you laughing. 

“Why is it, cold?!”

“Because, you dork! It good for your skin now stop moving.”

When he playfully sticks out your tongue to lick your wrist as it grazes his lips, you can’t help but lean back on your knees as your tummy shakes with almost uncontrollable giggles. 

“Steven! Stoooop.”

“You want me to stop being adorable? I can’t do that, honey. That would be like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Steve Harrington is one of the kindest souls I have ever met even going overboard sometimes. I thoroughly believe that if he could move heaven and earth with his own two hands just to see me smile he would. He has never once asked me to change who I am but has himself adjusted his own personality to make me comfortable without me even asking. I love him as is but he can be stubborn when it comes to people he genuinely cares about. 

Your third video had Eddie straddling your waist while pinning your wrists to the floor. The power had gone out due to a storm so you three had been passing the time anyway you could think. While play wrestling, he got the upper hand and leaned down to kiss your lips. 

“Woooo! And Eddie Munson wins by a landslide!”

While he pretends to be praised by a nonexistent audience, you wrap your arms around his waist and push your chest against his bare one, flipping you both around till he was underneath you. 

“Oh no! And with the cruel hands of fate, Eddie Munson is no more.”

You giggle as he closes his eyes and pretends to pass out before you lean down to kiss him, making him grin as his fingers tangle in your hair. When you go to sit up, some of your locks get tangled in the metal of one us rings and his playful tone promptly changes to a concerned one. 

“Oh, hang on, princess, I got you here. There we go. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Good.”, he beams up at you when your shake your head and the video stop as he leans up to wrap his arms around you in a big bear hug. 

“Eddie Munson is so sweet and caring. He’s very protective and does whatever he can to make sure I know I’m safe whether that be by making me laugh or holding my hand till I feel comfortable. He’s never belittled me or physically hurt me in any manner unlike men from my past. I love this goofy rockstar and there is no place I feel safer or more at home than in his arms. 

Gina Frost believes that these men chose me because I’m nothing like her and I genuinely believe that is the only thing she’s said with any truth. I would never hurt them the way she did and continues to do even though they are no longer in her life. They deserved better than you and I will do whatever I can to make them happy because they do that for me every single day.”

As soon as you posted your response, a small wave of fear rumbled in your stomach as the likes began to quickly fill up your notifications until you noticed the only two handles that matter when it came to your words. 

 “@thereal_EddieMunson liked your post.”

“@thereal_EddieMunson added your post to his story: “My princess is a queen 🤘.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial liked your post.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial added your post to his story: “I would move the stars in the sky if she asked me to.”

A wide smile paints your face as you blush and hastily get dressed to skip downstairs. 

“Jesus, child. Took you long enough. Were you writing your memoirs up there?”, you father joked as you came around to hop on a stool at your kitchen counter next to Eddie who was picking at the appetizers your mom had made while dinner was being prepared. 

As you reach for a slice of garlic bread, the rockstar leans towards you to kiss your cheek before taking your other hand in his and placing it on his lap. 

Steve, who was helping by cutting up vegetables, met your eyes across the marble and smirked as he gave you an adorable little wink.

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nanami kento | tummyaches singleparents!au, sfw. discussion of grief/mention of loss. reader is referred to as momma/tiny momma (in comparison to the sky)

"nobara, honey pleaseeeee" you sit on the ground as your daughter dramatically flops away from your spoon. she's facing the wall now and still making snow angels with her tiny arms, blankets wrinkling in protest. she's too stinking cute, a smile is on your lips and you try again. "this is really yummy magic soup, it'll help you feel better." you make noises that get her to slowly turn and peak at you, crawling closer she looks at the bowl, you bring it up mixing the liquid so the spices make a tiny galaxy. "it's not red." what?

"it's…the soup you like honey, the butternut squash one. the yellow one.” "his papa gave him magical red soup." huh? “whose papa?” “yuji.” she starts to cocoon herself in blankets. “it has to be red. like tomatoes.” "you don't like tomatoes. no red, remember? honey?” she is silent for many minutes, you prompt,”nobara…no icky red right?” "need it momma. tomato soup." her voice cracks towards the end, she emerges from her blanket burrito with fresh hot tears streaming down her face. you put the bowl aside to cradle her. she's still warm, you eye the clock. too early to take her temperature and still no food in her little belly. you don't know what to do. this isn't something reading books or watching movies can prepare you for. nobara falls asleep in your arms, you kiss her tiny forehead and settle her back into bed as gently as possible. she’s full of medicine, water and mucus. you hate it so so so much. your bright buzzing brilliant child is sniffling and meak due to a tummy ache and fever. back to the kitchen and what can be used to conjure up a red-tomato-like soup? you can't remember the last time you bought tomatoes. nobara hates everything round and red. which means all tomato, the big ones, little ones, green ones because they become red, all of them. as long as you've known her, which is her whole life, she's disliked them. you look at the photo of you and your best friend, with a tiny two day old nobara tucked into your arms. its crazy how much of your friend you see in the tiny girl. you stare at the ceiling, "i know you're watching me so can you use your angel powers to help me make tomato soup without tomatoes please?"

♡

"so she's missing another day?" you try not to curse at the most judgmental school administration staff you've ever dealt with. no books to prepare you for that either. "yes, she is still feverish and unwell." more judgey things, a mention of not letting her be out like yuji and an abrupt end to the conversation. yuji. the kid in nobara's class, the one she deems her rival. you haven't had a chance to meet the kid, another thing you try not to feel guilt over. your best friend would've known all her friends and classates. would’ve made the best mother, instead nobara has you, her fumbling godparent that can't get her fever to break. you keep her hydrated, help her change and turn on her favorite ninja show. she's lying on top of you, cheek plastered into your shoulder. you're sure she's drooling but she's finally comfortable, took her medicine, ate the not red soup. no tummyache. small win. "it's going to be me." she says in a sleepy haze. "i fight everyone." "yes honey, you're the strongest and bravest." you don't remember this character. they must've added a new ninja. "yuji jumps higher than me tho. that's ok." she sits up, eyes super serious, "i'm going to beat him." "you're going to jump so high." moving some bangs from her face, she doesn't feel too warm, you have three more minutes before needing to check her temperature again. "to the moon!" oh gosh, her little voice is stuffy but she has energy again, you've missed her bouncing around your tiny apartment. it didn't feel ready for a child but it’s the perfect size to keep an eye on her at all times, to have her sweet voice echoing off all the walls. "to the moon!" she continues to roar. you grab the napkin and help her blow her nose into it. "to sky momma!" her head rests back onto your chest, her slow breathing as she giggles at the tv. you try not to let the tears that well up fall from your eyes. god, you miss her momma too. nobara would feel double the love, been so much more spoiled. but this is healthy, as the thearpist said. that nobara acknowledge the loss in tiny ways. that you encourage her remembering. she knew enough to miss her mother, doesn’t need to fully understand why she was gone. now she understands her ‘sky momma' is an angel and away. that all the blue in the sky is her much her momma loves her, that all the stars are gifts she has waiting for her. that she’s always there, giving her the biggest hug. and that you are her ‘tiny momma,’ you don’t fill the sky because you need to stay small and near her. you are human sized and sky momma is, well, the sky. everywhere. you felt so guilty when she called you that, tiny momma or momma. it should've been you in the car. you should've gone out during the snowstorm. you should've held onto her like you did baby nobara. you should’ve went out to get the milk and medicine. if only you had— "momma, tiny momma? "yes honeybunny?" "i'm not a bunny silly." her giggles make a tear slip. "are you sad?” you shake your head, plaster the best smile you can, she leans in and whispers “tell sky momma. she will fix it. she’s angel. she has powers.” “is that what you do?” nobara nods and her face is back on the ninja tv show. you look up, lost in thought. you may not have angel powers, but you’re going to give your absolute best to her precious babygirl. your precious babygirl.

♡

the doorbell to your apartment rings early next evening. nobara is busy coloring and singing along to a theme song. you stop putting away groceries and whip around to the entrance, there’s no body in the peephole. nobara is good but she hasn’t been near your phone to order magic food delivery. you live in a mostly safe apartment, still opt to wait a few minutes before you hear the doorbell ring again but there is no BODY there. a ghost? a malfunction? ugh. the landlord is never going to get this fixed and you’ll be pressed if nobara doesn’t get her rest, the girl is finally well enough to go to school. when you open the door your legs are met with a brute force. you look down and see pink hair on a small form. “oh, hello nobara’s momma.” a toothy grin from a child you’ve never seen before. you stand utterly confused, there’s no guardian in the hallway either. “hello?” he hands you a folder but half the content slips out. he looks very shy, doesn’t say more than, “oops…sorry.” big eyes trying to peep around your legs and into the apartment. you bend down to his eye level and help gather the papers. “it’s okay, i drop things too.” your eye catches a headline and notice a paper for mr. geto’s class, “did you bring these for nobara?” your voice is sweet, it’s easy to be nice to this little pink haired child. his eyes go big before he blushes as nods, “nanamin said i could!” he jumps, suddenly made aware that he’s standing at your door alone. he looks left, looks right, looks up and down, does a whole spin around and focuses back on you, his eyes wide and he’s starting to get teary eyed. “i lost nanamin!” “that’s…that’s okay sweetie we can find him.” but there’s no one in the hallway. “do you want to come inside? we can call his number.” you know for a fact mr. geto has drilled it into his class to learn their guardian’s phone numbers. its how nobara understands how to unlock your phone. that and you should change your passcode from her birthday to something more secretive— “yuji! that’s my momma!” nobara clings to your arm, frowning at the boy who is near shaking. you would reprimand nobara but she has a coughing fit and now you’re letting her invade your personal space, her tiny hand clinging to your arm, smushing her face into your neck. she’s warm again. you put a hand on her back and rub gently, the coughs are still bad. the pediatrician said it would be better by now. yuji stares and looks so close to crying. his lip is wobbly. and your lips frowns, you hate hate hate seeing little kids cry. you pat his head, and he instantly melts into your touch. “i want papa!” he wails. and two just feed off of each other. it’s a round of dramatic gasps and sobs. you are not meant for this. your arms can barely handle getting an entire crate of water up the apartment stairs and you have two tiny humans digging their hands and knees and bodies against you for comfort and warmth. you don’t squat enough to lift them off the ground. so you sit, half inside your apartment door with two highly emotional and dramatic children. you must stay calm, you must stay calm. you are the adult. you are the blueprint. you can teach them how to regulate their emotions. you breathe slowly and deeply. “you know what? let’s eat some pizza bites. so when nanamin comes he can eat with us.” yuji perks up at that. “nanamin likes pizza!” you give him a smile. nobara is still coughing, saying she feels icky. yuji says he will tell nanamin to bring red soup and explains how his papa added magic to make it taste delicious. he’s animated, lively. takes a proper seat at the tiny dinning table after asking to wash his hands. he notices the lack of plates on the table .

“can i help you set the table? i can carry plates! but not forks or knives.” he has such nice manners. this nanamin is absolutely a wonderful guardian. you nod, hand him plates one by one as you set a clingy nobara on the kitchen counter. she’s being fussy but cooperating, takes her medicine like a big girl and whispers she wants nuggets instead of pizza. pizza has tomatoes afterall. you nod at her, she starts to brag about her coloring book. you let the two sit at the table and talk about her extra deluxe packet of crayons while popping in pizza bites and nuggets into the oven.

wait, are you supposed to defrost them first? yuji and nobara are talking about the color red and how awful/cool it is. yuji is adamant about tomatoes being a magical food and nobara is doing her level best to not barf. she’s on her best behavior despite her tummyache, it warms your heart. you reread the instructions for the frozen food. provide the kids with juice and start sneaking in greens, they woudln’t notice a salad if it has yellow corn in it right? you do have some green-ish tomatoes from the grocery store run, yuji likes tomatoes, maybe you can get nobara to eat some green things if yuji is here. for a rival nobara is treating yuji like a friend, helping him with utensils and napkins. they go back to talking about the ninja cartoon and you zone out, just for a bit. carefully plating the food and grabbing not-red sauces for the kiddos when you realize it’s gone silent. panic sets in. there’s a beeping sound. it’s not the oven or your phone or your watch or the smoke alarm. it’s not in your head either, right? you place the pizza bites and nuggets onto the kids plate, warn them to not touch as they’re too hot and, god the beeping is still there. you look around in confusion. “momma yuji is beeping.” you turn to nobara in confusion. “what?” she points at yuji, “he is beeping.” yuji is shocked himself. starts to pat at his clothing when you notice the tiny watch he’s wearing is lighting up. you hear a man yelling in the hallway. you grab a red crayon out of surprise, the voice sounds scary. you smile and ask the kids to stay seated. you peak into the hallway to notice an absolute unit of a man walking towards your door. he looks so menacing. muscles tight, jawline constricted, fists clenched, eyes cold. he looks like a business executive ready to throw a office chair threw a window. corporate villian scares you, frozen to the spot. crayon ready, you’re not letting this guy hurt anyone. yuji is yelling, “NANAMIN!” and tries to rush past you, trips before he can reach your legs, and thank sky angel for gifting you with insane ‘parental’ reflexes, you stop his fall by grabbing his hoodie. “you’re okay buddy, i got you.” yuji smiles bright, points at the tall man, “my nanamin, hi papa!” he— what? his…his nanamin is the jacked corporate villain ? “yuji, kiddo. you can’t run off like that.” his voice is as deep as you expected, but gentle. yuji is talking a mile a minute and his nanamin somehow understands all of it. eyes fall to you and nobara who clings to your leg. “i’m really sorry about this. i didn’t mean to scare you. i thought yuji was—“ you smile. “i would’ve done the same. you’re mr. nanamin then?”

yuji answers for him, “he’s papamin! papa nanamin. he’s super strong.” “my momma can break a window! she’s super strong too.” nobara steps in front of you, bragging about how you can hold anything heavy. her and yuji have a ridiculous ‘nu uh’ momwnr before a coughing fit hits nobara, instantly you’re crouching down and rubbing her back.

“okay, okay baby. let’s eat and get ready for bed soon yeah? yuji,”— wait you should address his papa, “umm, i made food for yuji too if…if that’s okay. he was all shaky and crying when he thought he lost you…i..i didn’t kidnap him, promise.” nanamin is watching you, yuji insisting he will eat the salad too with pleading eyes, plus he really wants to show papamin something. the tall corporate not villian nods. it ends up with the large man comically seated at a tiny dinning table and two little children forcing him to pick which deluxe crayon is the best color. you hand nanamin a plate and it feels nice. easy. it’s enjoyable to see another adult interact with their child the way you do with nobara.

maybe you can do the parent thing afterall. kento nanami, you learn, is a gentleman and offers to do dishes while you finish putting away your forgotten grocery. the theme song of the ninja show is blaring through your tv and you hear a, “papa! they’re going to catch the bad guy!” and you know better than to stop yuji from seeing this magical moment, it’s all anyone is going to talk about at lunch tomorrow. “our sofa is big enough, you can stay until the end of the epsiode, i don’t mind.” he gives you a curt nod and oh, he’s really handsome. you wonder if this is the volunteer all the moms talk about in the PTA newsletter. “thank you.” you do not check him out as he walks over to the sofa, opting to sit on the ground as nobara and yuji are standing on the sofa, jumping excitedly. nanami does not have nice legs and butt. he absolutely never misses leg day. “momma they’re not going to catch him!” nobara shouts, convinced you have magical powers and can bend this cartoon plot to your will. “papa, you have to help them!” yuji adds on. you watch with a full heart how nanami speaks softly to nobara and yuji, asks them to help him summon his magic powers and has them in full giggle fits when he does help the ninja cartoon hero’s catch the bad guys. the kiddos are roaming around the living room singing the ending song while nanami looks over the folder of homework yuji brought. “this is a months worth of ice cream. ah, gotta come up with a better bribe.” you sigh, immediately moving to action when both nobara and yuji attempt to fly off your dining room table. yuji thanks you for food and surprises you by adding an apology for getting nobara sick and you do not accept that. “germs happen yuji, we can’t always control them. but i know you did your best to not get anyone sick.” nanami chimes in, “yeah buddy, you washed your hands, sneezed into a tissue, even ate your veggies. it’s not your fault.” he looks so happy and gives you a hug before nobara pushes him off, clingy and territorial. you give nanami a small smile and lock his smile back away deep in your heart. you absolutely do not blush when you hear “great job!” from the other side of the door. “oh no! tiny momma, your face is red!” “oh no, i think i need ice cream!” as you get nobara ready for bed and look over the folder with her missed homework. mr. geto is such a serious teacher and part of you appreciates it. part of you loathes having to figure out how to bribe nobara to sit still enough to focus through all these sheets. there is a tiny post it that says, legoland makes for a very good homework bribe — n, with his number on it. your heart does not skip a beat.

♡

[erwinsvow]

Can’t stop thinking about reader when Rafe heads off with the cross at the end of s2… like imagine he doesn’t tell her anything and she thinks he’s ghosting her🙁 poor girl stuck through everything and (naively) believed he was innocent (I would too it’s ok we all have our moments) and now he just leaves her life without saying anything??

- 💓

wait this hurts!!!!! especially with a pogue reader or just a super sweet kook reader who literally has been defending him to everyone! even her parents who do not want her seeing rafe anymore... i can just imagine that heartbroken feeling and then when he comes back with a buzz and honestly soo different too, his personality changed so much in between 2 and 3. and the first time they see each other...

"you look good," rafe says, glancing over you like he always used to do, the same pretty, short dresses and cute shoes. there's a few things missing, the RC necklace you used to never take off, even when you're showering, the bracelet he got you when you two first started dating, the anklet he would always play with. it's all gone, a different necklace in its place. he can vaguely make out a new initial.

"thank you," you say quietly. you both stay silent for a minute, wondering what to say next. "your hair, it's different."

he runs a hand through his buzz, mind automatically floating back to how you used to run your fingers through his longer hair at any given opportunity-in bed about to fall asleep, on the couch watching some stupid movie together, in the back of his truck when he'd get between your legs and make you cum until you cried. then anger filters in, boiling his blood, wondering if some other guy is getting to see you like that now.

"yeah. s'hotter there, this is easier."

"i liked your long hair," you comment, smiling sweetly the way you always did towards him. you turn around, looking at some friends waiting for you. he doesn't notice a guy standing there, and he's thankful, because he doesn't think he could hold himself back if there was. "um, well, i should go." before you can turn around, he speaks again.

"i missed you. really, i did." you turn back, looking at him through watery eyes.

"really?" your voice is all choked up, which he hates. hates that you're crying and hates that he's the reason for your tears. "you missed me? that's why you didn't call or text? you disappeared."

"i had business to take care of, kid. i didn't-"

"you didn't have a phone? you couldn't write me a letter? you know how long i was here, waiting for you? everyone said i was stupid and i still waited-"

"y'not stupid-"

"yes i am rafe. i waited this whole time for you. i'm so stupid."

he gets closer, and you wish he wouldn't.

"not stupid. y'just a good girl. i'm sorry. i am, i am."

tears spill down, he wipes them away. you're sure your friends are staring, embarrassed if they see all your resolve caving in like this.

"can i ask you somethin'?" you look up, nodding. "you still waitin' for me?"

from this close, he can make out what your necklace says, the tiny little r pendant he once got you shaking as you nod your head.

[fruitgummies01]

Vibes for Episode 5 - JUST FOOD!!

Lets Get Into It… Episode 5 of Are You Sure

Gonna try and write down my thoughts as I watch the episode this time and things that stick out to me, since I have time haha.

The episode is only 56 minutes, boooooo!!!

2. Tae saying "It's not just the meat, but the chef that's amazing" and JK giving a sorta half way thumbs up and going back to what he was doing lowkey took me out.

3. Jimin always looks great, but he looks particularly great in these Jeju episodes. His hair is really hair-ing lol.

4. I like that Jimin and Jungkook take care of their staff and make sure that they are also eating. No matter where they are, that always stays the same.

5. Jimin and Jungkook talking about enlisting together. Soooo happy to see their joy in that moment and what it must've meant for both of them, and how they were already imagining what it would be like waking up together and sleeping arrangements and all. Didn't realize it at the moment, but waiting for that finally decision must've weighed heavily on them, which kind of recontextualizes the first two episodes in the US/NY/Connecticut. Also the amount of empty bottles on the table, they both must've been feeling pretty loose at this point lmaoooo. [ Sidenote -- I was slightly annoyed that we finally got to see them having this conversation, and Tae was nose deep in his phone during most of it at the table. Appreciated the editors trying to frame him out of the scene, but still. ]

6. Speaking of, Tae coming in and out of scenes was soooo noticeable, especially in this episode for some reason. Sometimes felt like he was either not there, or when he was, he was on his phone off to the side.

7. Interesting that both Jimin and Tae thought the dish was ham, instead of pink sausage (even though Jimin knew it wasn't he was just supporting Tae), but even though Tae was way more insistent on it being ham, Jungkook only pretended like he was going to "punch" Jimin lol. Kinda felt like he took it personally that Jimin didn't side with him.😂

8. So they took footage from while Jungkook was in New York on a separate schedule, thinking about what to make in Jeju. Cute that he was thinking about what Jimin would love. Head full of Jimin, SAME!

9. I know that Jungkook gets a lot of pushback about how he sometimes treats Jimin (I personally don't get that), but he seemed really focused on him this episode. Like it's super obvious to me that he cares A LOT about him, and not just on a surface level because cameras are there. It's really in the little things that leave an impact on me.

10. Jungkook really loves to cook and watching him figure out recipes is so endearing, and Jimin sitting near him/falling asleep while he works to make the stew he thought Jimin would love days earlier was actually really wholesome and touching.

11. Jimin taking off his shirt mid way through eating the stew JK prepared, while everyone else standing around the table is fully clothed made me laugh so much. And not one explanation in sight. Ok cool Jimin is just here nips out and everything, love that for him lol.😅

12. The wrap up at the end was cute. It was nice that they made Tae feel welcomed, and told him how grateful they were that he was there. It really was such a positive note to end on.

All in all it was an enjoyable episode, that focused mainly on food and driving from spot to spot. Very happy for a change in scenery though.

BRING ON SAPPORO!!!!

My personal rank of episodes so far… 2 -> 1 -> 4 -> 5 -> 3

[joeybsversion]

Broken

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe helps reader through a break up

“I need your help.” You sobbed into the phone, barely audible between the hiccups and cries.

“What’s going on?” A panicked Joe asks. “Are you ok?”

“Can you come over?” You slur into the phone.

“I’ll head that way right now. Do you want to stay on the phone with me while I drive?” He asks, his voice full of concern.

“No, I’m ok.” You lie.

“You don’t sound ok.”

“Please just come over, I need you.”

Joe was the kind of guy you could always depend on. He would drop what ever he was doing to help in any way he could. Out of habit, you drunkenly dialed him. Even though you’d been broken up for 6 months, he’s still the type of guy to do anything for you.

“Are you in there?” A familiar voice asked, causing you to jump. You didn’t know anyone was here.

“Yeah.” You cried. “You can come in.”

Joe walked into the room to find you on the floor, a crying and drunken mess.

“What’s going on?” He took a seat on the ground next to you, placing his arm on the small of your back, rubbing light circles.

“He cheated on me.” You sobbed, barely able to get the words out.

“That fucking asshole.” Joe growled.

“I’ve been sitting here cluelessly bragging to everyone about how great he is, and he’s out there kissing other girls, not even giving a fuck about me.” You broke down, your body violently shaking as you cried.

“I’m so sorry.” Joe continued to repeat those 3 words, sounding like a broken record player.

Strangled sobs continue falling from your mouth as you attempt to break free from Joes grip. As much as you needed someone right now, you knew this wasn’t right. His arms tighten around your waste as he pulls you back into him. You bury your face in his shoulder, soaking his t shirt with salty tears.

“It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

You try to stop, but the emotions keep coming. You gulp for air as he continues to make soothing noises, with hopes you’ll calm down.

“I’m broken.” Your voice is muffled against his shoulder.

“You’re not broken, baby.” Joe promises.

Without another thought, you lean in and press your lips to Joes. He can taste the alcohol on your lips. And even though you both know this is wrong, neither of you stop.

“Let’s get you into bed.” Joe breaks the miss and helps you from the floor. “C’mon.” He pulls back the covers and helps tuck you in.

“Will you stay with me?”

“Without a doubt.” Joe climbs into bed next to you, continuing to sooth you to sleep.

As you slept soundly, Joe cried breathlessly next you, remembering your 3 year long relationship. People always say you’re lucky to be friends with each other after how things ended and everything you’d been through, but he wasn’t feeling lucky right now at all.

You woke up the next morning, a heavy arm thrown across your waste. The room was still dark and you tried to remember who was here with you.

“Morning.”

Relieved to hear Joes voice, you rolled towards him. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know.” He said, but his voice didn’t sound groggy like yours.

“Were you awake?”

“What?” He laughed. “No.”

“You were totally watching me sleep.”

“Nope, that would be creepy.” He denied it again, pulling you closer.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” you sighed, “you need to go.”

“What?” A confused Joe asked, his grip loosening around your body.

“I’m not sure of much right now, and I don’t really recall what happened last night, but this…” you paused, “this can’t happen.”

“You called me saying you needed my help.” Joe reminded you. “We spent all night talking about him until you fell asleep.”

You furrowed your brows, the memory slightly coming back.

“And you kissed me.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear. “Did you want to kiss me last night?”

“Last night was a mistake, Joe. I-“

“I didn’t ask you if it was a mistake.” He interrupted. “I asked if you wanted to kiss me.”

You both sat in silence for a minute. “Yeah. I did.” You roll back towards him. “I miss us.” You confessed.

Joe pressed his lips to your again. You could feel his smile as you kissed.

“What if we’re just fooling ourselves into thinking this can work again?” You pulled away. “What if we’re trying to rekindle something that’s long gone?”

He pulled you closer. “We’ve never been over. Even when I was thousands of miles away for weeks at a time and you hated me. We weren’t over. You can feel it between us now. We’re meant to spend forever together.”

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Our live will change

Part 1

Your view:

"Hello Qimir," I enter the shop. "Oh, hello Y/N," smiles Qimir. "Is everything OK? Do you need something again?" he asks worriedly. "No, I'm feeling better again, thanks to you," I smile. "You don't have to thank me, that's what I'm here for," he smiles. "Sit down," he says and points to the counter. I sit down and watch him carefully. I fell in love with him a while ago. Since then, I've come to the shop every day and we always have a long chat. Unfortunately, I don't know if he feels the same. "Earth to Y/N," I am torn from my thoughts. "Mhmm?" I ask, confused. Qimir is standing in front of me and grins. "Where have you been?" he asks, amused. "I was just thinking about something," I smile. Qimir comes closer. "Hopefully about me," he grins. Qimir flirts with me often, but who knows, maybe he does that with everyone? "Always," I smile. We chatted for a while. "I have to go now," I say and walk towards the door. "Wait," says Qimir and I turn around. "I was wondering if...", he suddenly seems nervous. "Well, if you have time and want to, can we go out to dinner together? Or whatever you want to do," he asks nervously. "Are you asking me out?" I ask, surprised, and he nods. "Sure," I smile, and he looks relieved. His eyes sparkle. "I'll pick you up later," he smiles. "See you later," I smile.

Later that day

"I hope you're not too disappointed that we're not going out to eat," Qimir says and I shake my head with a smile. "No, it's enough for me if we just spend time together," I smile.

We walk through Olega close to each other. After a while, Qimir takes my hand and I look at him. "Is that okay?" he asks and I nod and smile.

We sat down and talked for hours. "It was really nice with you, Qimir," I smile and give him a kiss on the cheek. "We should do that again soon," he smiles. "Definitely," I smile.

Shortly thereafter the second date followed, then the third, fourth and fifth.

Narrator’s point of view:

Qimir has decided to ask you to be his girlfriend today. He is quite nervous and is pacing around the store. "Qimir, would you stop that?" Mae interrupts him. "Huh? What?" he asks and she just shakes her head. "What's wrong? Because of Y/N," she grins slightly. Qimir sighs. "What if she says no?" he asks. "Believe me, she won't say no," Mae says. Before Qimir can say anything else, the store door opens. "Hello Mae," Y/N greets. "Hey," Mae smiles. "Hello, my beautiful," Qimir smiles. "Hello, Qimir," she smiles. "Ready?" he asks and she nods. "Have fun," Mae calls out.

Y/N and Qimir walk through Olega like they did on their first date, but Y/N notices that Qimir is tense. "Hey, is everything okay? You seem so tense," she says. "Yes, everything's fine," he says, but she doesn't believe him. "You can tell me anything, you know that," she says and puts her hand on his cheek. He leans into her touch and then takes her hand in his. "Y/N, I wanted to ask you something," he says nervously.

Qimir takes a deep breath. "Y/N, I... damn, I love you and I wanted to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend?" he asks, and Y/N just looks at him. That's all she wanted.

She starts to smile. "Yes, of course I want to be your girlfriend. I love you too," she smiles.

Qimir puts his hands on her waist and pulls her closer to him before they kiss. At first the kiss is gentle, then it becomes more and more passionate. "Would you like to come to my place?" she asks between kisses, and he nods before they both quickly walk to her apartment.

Later

Your view:

We both lie next to each other, cuddled up. I listen to his heartbeat and smile. "Are you staying the night?" I ask hopefully and raise my head to look at him. "Of course," he smiles. I lay my head on his chest and fall asleep in no time.

A few months later

I wake up with sudden nausea and run to the bathroom. I make it there just in time. This isn't the first time and I'm beginning to suspect something. I start to panic a little.

"Is everything OK?" Qimir comes to me worried. "Yes, everything's fine," I say and brush my teeth. "Maybe you should go to the doctor. This is the fifth time this week," he says worriedly.

After I'm done brushing my teeth, I go to Qimir. "I'm fine, I promise," I smile and give him a kiss. "Sometimes you're really stubborn," he sighs. "That's why you love me," I grin and he laughs. "That's true," he says.

"Don't you have to open the shop?" I ask and get dressed. "Oh, right," he says and gets dressed too. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" he asks. "Yes, if anything happens, I'll come to you," I say.

Qimir nods, still not agreeing to leave me alone, but he knows there is no point in arguing with me. "I love you," he says and kisses me. "I love you too," I say.

After Qimir left, I decided to go into town to get a pregnancy test.

I took several with me just to be safe.

I paced the bathroom, it felt like an eternity, but when the time was up I was very nervous. What if the test was positive? Does Qimir even want to have a child? What if he leaves me? A thousand thoughts ran through my head, but finally I decided to look at the test and was shocked. "Damn," I said, positive. I did two more just to be sure, all positive.

"Y/N, where are you?" I hear Qimir call and my eyes widen in shock. What is he doing here so early?

I hear footsteps approaching and faster than I thought he is in the bathroom. He looks at me confused and then looks at the three tests. His eyes widen in shock. "Are you?" he asks and grabs a test. "You're pregnant," he says, shocked.

continuation

[delilahcalicocat]

{Home.}

{Rating: Mainly Fluff, Smut.}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Swearing, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Kissing, Hugging}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

{Tag list❤️✨️💗: @alyyaanna @nightmare-viper}

★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~

Many weeks had passed, you were unable to sleep some nights, you were exhausted. Your eye bags showed that fact of being unable to sleep, you couldn't admit it. But you missed your boyfriend.

But he wouldn't be home for another three weeks. It was to the point where you'd fall asleep on FaceTime calls with him. His voice was so soothing to you.

Cody wasn't going to tell you, but he was coming home early. He came back at 5:36am, he walked into the house. To see you and Pharoah snuggling on the couch both asleep.

He stayed silent and put everything away, it was still early. So he set his alarm on his phone for 10:00am. So he'd get a little sleep at least.

His main priority was making sure you actually slept. Cody laid his head down on his pillow and drifted off to sleep.

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He awoke to his alarm at 10:00am, you weren't awake yet still asleep on the couch. The TV faintly playing the infamous movie 'John Wick'. You seemed to have fallen asleep watching the movie. Since you had the remote nearby.

Cody walked over to the couch, and moved the remote away from you gently as not to wake you. Since you were so peaceful. It looked like you fell asleep right before he walked in.

He went back upstairs and fed Pharoah, then he came back downstairs and sat at the dining room table. and filled out a couple papers for the meet and greet that was in two weeks.

He headed back upstairs to go print out something, on his way back down. He heard you softly mumble and saw you shift in your spot.

you grumbled softly, before sitting up.

"Fuck... what time is it? I fell asleep at 4:10am.." You said, getting ready to get up.

you looked at the time and it read '10:05am'

"Ugh.. I'm still tired.. but I have to feed Pharoah." You sighed, standing up

"No you don't love, I already fed him." Cody said

"Cody.. I thought you weren't coming home for another three weeks?" You said surprised

"I got home early, Jimmy Uso got injured at the house show. So everyone got two weeks off. As a result of that happening." Cody sighed

"Oh.. Ok... what time did you come in..?" You asked

"5:36am.. I went to sleep before getting up at 10:00am" Cody explained

"Sorry I wasn't up before you came home.. I was just tired and fell asleep with Pharaoh since he wanted pets.." You said.

"It's fine, love. I understand your tired when your tired." Cody said

You and him spoke a little longer. And you hugged him as soon as he walked over to you.

you were so happy he was home..

Next thing you know, your pinned to the bed. Moaning and begging for release. As Cody fucked up into you harder.

"Please... Master..." You whimpered

"Just a little longer, m'kay princess?" Cody said

"M'kay..." You said

He fucked up into you harder and faster, making you physically see stars. But you missed the feeling so you'd let it go..

"Sh-Shit... please... master...." You couldn't hold it any longer, you wanted to burst into tears.

"Cum. Go on." His words sent you over the edge, with a moan of his name. You came.

"F...fuc...fuck..." You said wearily

Cody continued to fuck you through your orgasm, making you moan with each thrust.

You were a mess at that point. The cries and pleads turning into moans and begs

"S...Si...Sir..." You cried

"Yes Princess?" He asked

You tried to say something but your brain was so heated you couldn't say anything.

He fucked up into you once more, making you moan. And you came a second time.

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You were on your 12th orgasm of the night...

Cody basically forced 9 of the 12.

But you didn't care, you were exhausted after everything ended. Cody pulled you up gently and ran a bath for you. Got everything that was messy cleaned.

You glanced at the clock and it read: '11:59pm'

Your body settled down in the tub immediately, you relaxed..

The overstimulation washing away. You did a couple deep breaths.

You got out of the bath, and Cody had your clothes already set aside for you. The usual.

His shirt, your shorts, his hoodie.

As soon as you got in the bed, you wanted to fall asleep. You rolled towards Cody and fell asleep while listening to his heartbeat..

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part twenty-seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, menstruation, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

additional smut warnings: period sex, shower sex, protected sex, oral (m receiving)

Jisung was still asleep when you snuck back into your room. You weren’t sure if he had woken up at any point while you were gone, but if he had he hadn’t tried to figure out where you’d disappeared to. You hadn’t gotten any notifications while you were out. 

You thought you’d feel guiltier after sleeping with Minho, but you didn’t feel much of anything. Maybe it was the post-nut haze you were still in… or maybe your body simply wasn’t capable of feeling any more guilt than it already had. You had already resigned yourself to a situation in which there was no winner. Maybe that had overridden everything else.

You were still sore when you woke up a few hours later. That was to be expected, but you still groaned in complaint upon rolling out of bed. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung mumbled from beside you.

“My… back hurts,” you lied, hoping he was too out of it to catch it. You did have back problems, but they weren’t bothering you at the moment- at least not in the way you were letting Jisung think they were. 

“Need some ibuprofen?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and retainer case from your suitcase before he could say anything else. For the first time, it seemed like you were up earlier than everyone else. You didn’t hear anyone out in the kitchen and all of the bedroom doors were closed. You were able to brush your teeth in peace without feeling rushed. You took your time getting ready, washing your face and applying sunscreen- two things that you knew would make your friends back home proud if they could see you doing it. For the first time ever, it felt like you were actually having a pleasant morning. Until you noticed a drop of blood on the floor. Confused, you looked around to see where the source could be. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that it wasn’t a nosebleed. Your mouth and ears were fine too. Then it dawned on you. You looked down at your shorts to see that you’d started your period and bled right through them. 

“Fuck me,” you hissed to yourself, jumping when your best friend chimed in behind you. You didn’t even know you’d left the door open. 

“Don’t I do that enough already?”

You whipped your head around to glare at him. His smile dropped when he realized what was happening. 

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said and disappeared.

You stood there helplessly until he came back, thanking him quietly when he handed you a pair of his own sweatpants. 

“Was there any on the sheets?” you asked, already mortified. 

“No, they’re fine. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you.”

“Of course.” He lingered in the bathroom for another moment. “Do you… have what you need?”

“Yeah, I have some leftover pads from last time. Can you grab me one, actually? They’re in the front pocket of my suitcase.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

As you watched him leave, familiar tendrils of guilt began to curl in your stomach. It really had been post-nut haze that clouded you. You were a fool for thinking it was anything different. 

Jisung reappeared with a pad in hand and traded you for your dirty clothes. 

“I’ll call the lobby and ask for a laundry bag,” he said. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you groaned. 

He walked away before you could say anything else. “I’m already doing it!”

-

“No wonder your back is hurting,” Jisung said sympathetically, rubbing his hand across your shoulders soothingly as you sat in the living room together. “I can rub it later, if you want.”

You nodded absentmindedly, too deep in self-pity to be appreciative. Your best friend was too good for you. But then, you had always known that. You were a bad influence on him from the start. He had never so much as touched a joint before he met you, let alone stolen anything. Friends were supposed to make each other better people, they were supposed to mutually benefit from the relationship, and yet most of the time it felt like it was completely one-sided. Jisung did so much for you. And how do you repay him? By fucking his brother. 

“Are you going to be good to travel today?” he asked. “We’re supposed to be at the airport in a couple of hours, but we can stay back if you’d rather.”

He was referring to the short little excursion everyone was taking to Beijing. It would only be for a few days, kind of like what you did in Japan. China was just such a big country that it was impossible to experience it from only one city. You were supposed to be flying from Beijing to Minho’s choice, but you assumed Jisung was suggesting that you’d just meet the rest of his family there. 

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I was really looking forward to Beijing.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

He put his hand on your knee and squeezed it before standing up. “I’m going to go pick up the laundry from downstairs if you wanna finish packing our things.”

You nodded in agreement, lingering on the couch for a moment longer after he’d let himself out. 

You knew Jisung didn’t really care about organization so you threw his clothes into his suitcase without much consideration for where things should go. Nothing was folded or sorted. As long as the suitcase would zip, you figured that was enough. It was the same for your own bags. All of your clothes were consistently wrinkly because of the way you packed, but you couldn’t be bothered to change the habit. 

“Where’s Ji?” The voice belonged to Minho, who was leaning against the frame of your bedroom door. You hadn’t even heard him approach. 

“He went downstairs to get something,” you explained, too embarrassed to go into detail about the fact that you had bled through your pajamas. 

“Oh, okay.” He took a step past the threshold, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling alright? Still sore?”

“I started my period,” you muttered. “Wasn’t supposed to get it for another few days.”

“Must’ve fucked you so hard it came early,” he said smugly, yelping when you threw Shang the shark at him. “It’s a real thing!” he cried in defense, “we read about it in biology!”

“You paid attention in biology?” 

Minho scoffed. “Ouch.”

“Oh please, tell me I’m wrong.” He didn’t. “That’s what I thought. Give me my shark back.” You yanked it from his grasp and shoved it into your suitcase

“You’re the one who threw it at me!”

“And you’re the one who was implying he railed me so hard you made me start my period!”

“I mean, that probably is what happened.” 

“Don’t give yourself so much credit,” you sighed. 

“What, you’ve had it harder?” he asked, suddenly not looking so pleased with himself. 

“That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say that it’s probably a combination of factors, but now that you mention it…”

“Damn, guess I have something to prove next time, then.”

“Next time? That’s a bold assumption.”

“My bad, I shouldn’t have taken making you cum twice as a good sign.”

You swatted at him, but he easily dodged you. “I mean if you really want to take credit for something that’s making me feel miserable, be my guest.”

He frowned. “I don’t. I’ll just keep the two orgasms on my roster. For now.”

In the distance, you heard the front door to the penthouse open and close and gave Minho a look. He took a step backward, putting space in between you just in time for Jisung to come in. Jisung handed you the bag of clean clothes and slung an arm around your waist as he turned his attention to his older brother. 

“Something up?” he asked, likely wondering why you were having a conversation with Minho. 

“No, I was just talking to her about the flight.”

“What about it?”

Minho glanced towards you, silently asking you to take the lead. 

“He wanted to know what seat you had, but I told him I didn’t know,” you lied. 

Funny how easy it was for you to lie these days, especially to your best friend who had always been able to see right through you. Jisung looked to Minho as if to confirm your claim and he nodded. 

“Yeah, I think I’m in the middle of you guys, and I was wondering if you wanted to switch.”

“Sure, I’ll switch with you,” Jisung agreed. 

“By the way, thanks for grabbing this, babe,” you said, changing the subject and kissing him on the cheek. You saw Minho stiffen out of the corner of your eye.

“No problem. Are we all packed?”

“Yep. We should probably check the bathroom to make sure we got all our stuff, but I grabbed everything from the bedroom.”

“I’ll go do that.”

You watched him leave and then glared at his brother. “Get it together.”

-

As it turned out, Minho did have the seat in between you and Jisung. He traded with Jisung, leaving his younger brother in the middle and himself in the aisle seat. You sat leaned up against the window, trying to nap. The flight from Shanghai to Beijing was only around two hours long, but seeing as you only got a few hours of sleep the night before you were taking any opportunity that you could to get a little more.

You were able to drift off a couple of times, but never for long. Your cramps were starting to bother you and the discomfort made it difficult to relax. Jisung and Minho both noticed your restlessness, though Jisung was the only one to say anything about it. 

“Do you want some painkillers now?” he asked. 

“Yes please,” you mumbled. 

He let you have a sip from his water bottle as you swallowed the pills. You smiled gratefully and slumped back in your seat, sighing in relief when he put his warm hand against your back. One of the many perks of having a best friend who ran hot was that he acted like a personal heating pad whenever you needed him to be. That was just one of the many reasons you held hands so often. He was like Jacob Black without the wolf part… or the weird obsession with your unborn child. 

“A little better?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He kept his hand there until the plane landed. 

Baggage claim was easy this time around. It helped that you didn’t have to go through customs. It felt like you were in a cab before you could blink, watching the airport disappear into the background through the window. 

Apparently, the Hans were tired of  “family time” because you all had your own separate rooms again. It was nice to have a bit of space to yourself, but you wondered how it was going to work with Minho… if it would work at all. He was sharing a room with Felix again, and it was right next door, meaning you wouldn’t be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. You were on your period anyway, so maybe it was for the best. 

You dropped your things off in the rooms and changed into your matching t-shirts before taking another cab to the bus station where you’d spend an hour driving to the Great Wall. It was a hassle to get there, but it had been the thing you were most looking forward to on the trip so you were hyped. 

Not even being sore or bleeding through your clothes or barely getting any sleep or being forced to wear matching shirts could dim your excitement. You were determined to enjoy it. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay doing all this walking?” Jisung asked as he trailed behind you up the steps to the main walkway. 

 “I’ll be fine,” you assured him. 

You were in fact, not fine. And Felix pointed that out not even ten minutes into the trek. You had started to hunch over as you walked in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from your abdomen. You had already been limping a little from the damage Minho had done, and you were positive the cramps were only making you look worse. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” 

“Perfect, why do you ask,” you answered sarcastically. 

“She’s not feeling the best,” Jisung supplied for you.

“I can see that. Should she go back to the hotel?”

Your best friend shook his head. “No, she was really looking forward to this.”

“I’m having a great time!” you tried, even though it was evident that neither of the twins were buying it. 

“Ok.”

When the sun began to set, Nikki insisted that everyone take a photo together so that she could update her book club friends about how the trip was going. She also mentioned wanting to send it to the boys’ grandparents. You assumed it’d be a family picture and offered to be the photographer, but she flagged down another random tourist to take it so that you could be in it with them.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she’d said, beckoning you over to the rest of the family. “You’ve been on this trip with us the whole time, of course you’re going to be in the picture!”

You shuffled awkwardly over to the group and slotted yourself in between Jisung and Felix, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder slightly. You smiled as the nice woman snapped a couple of pictures, praying you didn’t look as terrible as you felt. 

Jisung hung back with you while everyone else pushed forward. You were still walking along the wall, just at a slower pace than the rest. Somehow you were able to catch up with them a little later. They had stopped to take in the views of the mountains. Felix was trying to set up a shot with his Canon and called Jisung over to help, leaving you standing back with Minho. 

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the morning. There seemed to still be an unspoken agreement between you to keep your distance from each other around the others, which was perfectly fine by you. You were paranoid that spending any amount of time with him would lead to suspicion. He was on the same page. Somewhat. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked when you bent down beside him. 

You could tell he was worried from the way he knit his brows together as he watched you try not to crumble on the ground. 

“Everything hurts,” you groaned, holding your stomach. 

Minho grinned. “You know what helps with cramps?” 

“Don’t say it-”

“Cumming.”

-

It had only been roughly twenty-four hours since you slept with Minho for the first time, but as he kissed down the expanse of your thigh you felt as though it had been an eternity. 

You hadn’t realized Minho had his own hotel room where you were staying in Beijing- you had been under the impression that he was sharing the room with Felix that was right next door to yours. Maybe he had secretly booked his own for this exact reason as he had in Shanghai. You didn’t really care either way, as long as there wasn’t a chance of either of the twins barging in on you. 

In fact, Jisung and Felix were out together while you were here in Minho’s bed. Felix had seen an advert for some late-night martial arts exhibition and wanted to go because he and Jisung had taken karate when they were little. He’d said something about wanting to see how good they could’ve been if they never quit. You were quite fond of Felix’s sense of nostalgia. He reminded you of yourself a bit in that way. 

Jisung had protested at first, arguing that he needed to take care of you since you weren’t feeling well, but you insisted he go. You were just planning on taking some Midol and knocking out anyway, there wasn’t anything he needed to do. It took a lot of convincing on both your and Felix’s end, but eventually, he caved. You could tell he secretly wanted to go anyway, and you didn’t want him wasting a night of vacation stuck in a hotel room. 

You honestly hadn’t planned on going back to Minho’s room again. You’d brushed the silly little comment he’d made at the Great Wall off as just that, a silly little comment. You didn’t think he was being serious, but of course, Minho always had to prove you wrong. 

In the elevator, after you both bid his parents goodnight, you went to push the button for your own floor, only to be stopped by Minho grabbing your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Going to my room?”

“Why?”

“To… sleep. What do you mean, ‘why’?”

He paused, looking a little embarrassed. “I just thought you’d come back with me to my room.”

“You were serious earlier?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I have been?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just some offhand comment, not an invitation.”

“Well it’s an invitation now,” he said pointedly. “You said your cramps were bothering you and cumming is supposed to help with that.”

“When did you become an expert on female anatomy?”

“Do you know how hard it is not to make a joke in response to that statement?”

The elevator dinged on Minho’s floor and you sighed. 

“Let’s go.”

That led you to Minho’s bed, where you had your legs spread for him with him on his knees in front of you. His hand crept up to the hem of your shorts, fingers toying with the fabric before you stopped him. 

“Wait!” 

You pushed on his head to get his attention, making him pop up with a frown. “What is it?”

“You know I’m like, actually on my period, right? It’s not just cramps… I started bleeding and everything already.”

Minho scoffed. “I know.”

“So you… still want to? Don’t feel like you have to-”

“Y/n, what year do you think it is? You know I’m a grown-ass man, right?”

You fidgeted nervously. “No, I know. I just… don’t want you to be grossed out or anything.”

“Period sex isn’t gross,” he assured you. “Do you think it’s gross?”

“N-no, I’m just a little embarrassed, I guess. Like, I get that you’re being nice and trying to be a ‘modern man’, but what if it turns out you don’t like it but don’t want to tell me because you want to save my feelings-”

Minho grabbed your thighs, forcing you to stop rambling and actually look at him. “I’ve had period sex before. I can assure you that I like it. Have you?”

“Yes, well, no- I wasn’t the one on my period so not in that way…”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he promised. “And if you’d rather not, then we don’t have to, obviously. I can just… rub your back or something to help with the cramps instead.”

The fact that he was so set on making you feel better made your chest ache. It wasn’t like he was trying to talk you into sex, just wanting to get his dick wet, he genuinely wanted to help. You couldn’t think about the implications of that for too long or else you’d spiral. You could tell he felt awkward suggesting something so domestic like rubbing your back, as if he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping by proposing it. 

“I want to,” you insisted. 

“Are you worried about it being messy? Is that what it is?” he asked. You nodded. “Why don’t we do it in the shower, then?”

“Okay,” you agreed and let him pull you up so that you were sitting. 

Then he kissed you, taking you by surprise. You were only frozen for a moment before you melted into the kiss too, letting him cradle your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered when he broke away. 

“You’re sure you want to?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’m so horny.”

“I’d take that as a compliment, but I know it’s hormones.”

“You can still take it as a compliment. You’re a very good kisser.”

“Is that all I’m good at?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“You’ll have to jog my memory.”

Minho helped you out of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your underwear. He wasn’t in any rush to get you naked, allowing you to set a pace that you were comfortable with. 

“Want to move this to the bathroom?” he asked. 

“Yeah, let me just- uh, give me like three minutes to rinse off.”

“Okay,” he said, hiding a smile.

In the bathroom, you hurriedly pulled off your panties and unclipped your bra, setting both on the counter by the sink as you waited for the water to heat up. Once you deemed it warm enough you stepped into the tub and let the water run over your body, gently rinsing yourself with the bar of soap sitting on the ledge.

Minho knocked before he entered. You could hear him undressing from behind the shower curtain and suddenly started to feel self-conscious. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t seen you naked before, you had literally just slept with him the night before- so why were you so anxious now?

He pulled back the curtain the tiniest bit to peek at you, to see if you were ready for him. You took a tiny step back to give him room and he took that as a sign to join you in the shower. The tub wasn’t the biggest in the world so you were practically squished together as you stood under the showerhead. The forced proximity was flustering you, and the steamy water was doing nothing to help the heat in your cheeks. 

If Minho noticed, he didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to kiss you. He pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close, wrapping both arms around your waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, moving one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. You could only moan in response. With an arm still around you he trailed kisses down your body until he reached your tits, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and humming around it. 

You arched your back, pushing your chest into his face.

“S-sensitive,” you whined. 

Minho chuckled against you, stimulating you even more and you gasped, bringing your hand to the back of his head to hold him in place. 

“I know,” he managed to get out with your boob still in his mouth. 

“Please, don’t tease.”

At your request, Minho released his hold on your ass and began giving attention to your clit instead. He used his thumb to rub slow circles on it and you could feel him smile when you shivered. He switched his mouth to your other breast as he continued to play with your clit, picking up the pace ever so subtly. 

Your insides were buzzing with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. He let you rock into his hand, chasing the feeling. He thought you were grinding against his hand, but in reality, you were trying to get him to move his fingers lower and lower until they were inside of you. Eventually, he picked up on this and gave in, but not without teasing you a little more. 

He slid two fingers into your cunt at once, but only up to the first knuckle before he was pulling them back out. He repeated the motion a couple of times, turning your knees to jelly. Thankfully, he was able to hold you upright with his free hand to keep you from falling to the shower floor. 

You whimpered and pushed your hips forward to try and get him to go deeper, but he just tsked at you and shook his head. 

“You could use your words, you know.”

“You know what I want,” you grumbled. 

“Do I?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah? And what is that?” You groaned and Minho retracted his hand fully, holding it out of reach. “Want to hear you say it, baby.”

“Want your fingers…”

“Where do you want them?”

“Inside of me. Please, Min.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, dick twitching noticeably against your thigh. 

Your answer had satisfied him, but you couldn’t stop talking now that you had started. You rambled even after he’d pushed his middle and ring fingers inside of you to the hilt. 

“Want you to stretch me out so I can take your cock… please, please, need it.”

“Is your mouth always this filthy?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted an answer. 

“Can’t help it,” you rasped out, fucking yourself on his hand now. “It just happens…”

“Happens when you feel good?” he finished the thought for you and you nodded. “Must be doing something right, then.”

“You’re doing everything right,” you moaned. 

Feeling full was one thing, and it was good, but then Minho found your g-spot and you nearly blacked out from how amazing it felt. To make it even better for you, he spun you around so that your back was to him and hugged you close. In that position, he could easily rub your clit at the same time he was fingering you. The only drawback was that you couldn’t see his face. It was a small price to pay in exchange for a mindblowing orgasm, one that you were positive he’d give you if he kept up at this rate. You leaned back against him, letting him support most of your weight.

“Close?” he asked, kissing your neck. 

You nodded, creeping closer and closer to the edge until you remembered something very important and tapped Minho’s arm to stop him. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You took a second to catch your breath but nodded to assure him before you were able to explain. “I just remembered that when I’m on my period I can only cum once because it hurts too much to cum again.”

“Okay, so do you want me to edge you or something? Make it last longer?”

“No, no, it’s just that if I’m going to cum I want it to be on your cock.”

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much for you?”

“I’m sure,” you repeated and kissed him for good measure. 

“Fuck, okay. Let me, um… let me grab a condom. I didn’t bring one in the bathroom with me.”

You watched as Minho stumbled out of the shower and back into the bedroom, dripping all over the floor. He was back in record time and had already rolled the condom on.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Positive. How do you want me?”

“Here, just lean forward a little bit and put your hands on the wall. I’ll do the rest.”

You positioned yourself as he’d instructed and relaxed as much as you could to make the stretch less uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around you from the back and hoisted one of your thighs up so that he could push himself inside of you. You both sighed in relief when he bottomed out, and you let your forehead rest against the cool tile wall. 

“If you feel like you’re gonna fall, just hold on to me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeaked. 

You could barely speak because he was so big and you had yet to adjust, but he just laughed fondly and began to thrust shallowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body practically went slack in Minho’s hold.

The extra lubrication helped you adjust quicker than last time, and the discomfort ebbed into pleasure soon after he’d started moving. 

“So full,” you muttered.

“Just like you wanted, right?”

“Mhm.”

Being so sensitive from your period brought you back to the edge in no time at all, and you were struggling not to cum immediately and end it for both of you, even though every nerve in your body was telling you to give in to the white-hot pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach. 

“You gonna cum?” Minho asked when he felt you clenching around him. 

“No, not yet,” you choked out. 

“What do you mean not yet? If you need to cum, cum.”

“Fuck you,” was all you could manage as your orgasm washed over you. Somehow his words had been what made you lose it. 

Minho fucked you through it despite his confusion and only pulled out when you stopped trembling. 

“What was that? Why were you cursing me out while I was making you cum?” 

“I d-didn’t want to cum yet because you weren’t close. Didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He scoffed. “This wasn’t about me, it was about helping you feel better.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to make you feel good too.”

“You did make me feel good! Couldn’t you tell I was enjoying it?”

“But you didn’t finish.”

“Sex isn’t always about the orgasms,” Minho mused, “it’s about pleasure, sure, but that doesn’t mean we both have to cum every time. It puts a lot of unnecessary pressure on us, you know?”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

He held your face in his hands and lifted your head so that you were forced to look at him. “Hey, I felt good, okay? I liked it and I had fun. Are your cramps any better?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Feeling a lot better, actually.”

Minho beamed. “Good. That’s all I wanted to come out of this.”

“You’re still hard, though.”

He shrugged you off. “I’ll take care of it after we get you cleaned up.” 

“Let me,” you offered and kneeled in front of him. The tub wasn’t the most comfortable surface to kneel on, but you were determined to make Minho feel as good as he had made you feel. “Take the condom off.”

“Wha- you don’t have to-”

“I know, I want to.”

Minho looked like he wanted to protest more, but the pout you were giving him won over and he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, as long as you’re sure.”

You nodded eagerly and licked your lips as he removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the toilet. You didn’t bother teasing him since he was already fully hard and being especially sweet. Instead, you immediately take him to the back of your throat, smiling internally when he curses and grabs your hair. 

“Shit!”

You hummed around his cock and took his balls in one of your hands, massaging them lightly, before you began to bob your head up and down. Each time your nose hit his pelvis he got a little louder, a little more desperate. You loved the effect you have on him and he could tell.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

You let his cock fall from your lips with a lopsided smile and ran your tongue along the underside of it, paying extra attention to the tip. You took him back in your mouth and laved your tongue over his slit, collecting the precum and using it to further lubricate the shaft of his cock. 

“God, you’re good at that,” Minho sighed, letting his head fall back. 

You replaced your mouth with your hands. Minho whimpered quietly at the loss, but you just grinned. 

“Want to fuck my mouth, baby?”

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut and his stomach muscles tensed at your words. You could barely open your mouth in time for him to cum all over your face, only some of it making it onto your tongue. You swallowed the little bit that did end up in your mouth. Minho gathered some of the remnants from your lips with his thumb and pushed the digit into your mouth, watching you suck it clean. The shower would take care of the rest.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just the thought of that made me blow,” Minho apologized sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Another time.”

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He cleared his throat and changed the subject, dodging the emotional intimacy that he had initiated. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”

He helped you wash your hair and was insistent on being the one to lather your body in soap, mentioning something about how you wouldn’t be able to do it as well since you were still in your post-nut haze. You decided not to point out that he was also in a post-nut haze because his hands felt too good on your boobs. 

You dried off and got redressed in relative silence, simply enjoying the company of each other which almost never happened. You knew it was late, but when you checked your phone you realized just how late it was. It was almost midnight and you had missed a text from Jisung. He’d only sent it a few minutes ago, but it still made your blood run cold.  

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below is information about the poly!7dream dynamics i've created. they'll be pretty consistent for individual fics, too. obviously this is not completely fleshed out- so i'll add things here and there. whenever there are big updates, i'll be sure to reblog this post so that you're all aware. if you're curious about more information, feel free to send questions to my inbox!

𝐲/𝐧 - 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡  ❀ dom for mark, renjun, haechan, chenle, jisung  ❀ sub for mark, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡  ❀ dom for y/n, renjun, haechan, chenle, jisung  ❀ sub for y/n, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle

 ❀ kinks: mild edging. watching the boys play with each other and y/n. kind of an experimentalist, so will give anything a try once!

 ❀ living together: tired, overworked head of the house. wants to be the best boyfriend in the whole world, but his busy schedule makes him guilty for not putting as much effort into the relationship(s) as others do. he does what he can to make up for it-- texting and facetiming constantly while on tour. cuddling when at home. silently playing with someone's hands while they rant about their long day. the best when it comes to birthdays and holidays because he goes all out to show that he cares.

 ❀ note: mark is still trying to find his place in the polycule... he's the type of guy to need time to come around to the thought of it all. mark and hyuck are still figuring things out together.... they go on consistent dates together, though.

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 - 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛

 ❀ kinks: being restrained/pinned/overpowered. size kink. power imbalance. orgasm control (specifically overstimulation). breath play. calling y/n mommy. oral fixation. lil bit of breath play.... (mostly having his face pushed into the bed).

 ❀ living together: soft lil guy who likes to lounge around the house and do the chores. he's like a cat that just randomly curls in people's laps, hoping they'll play with his hair 'til he falls asleep. cooks food all the time, even if it's just snacks in the middle of the day. everyone's emotional support-- but y/n is his through and through.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨 - 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦

 ❀ kinks: size kink. power imbalance. breeding. corruption kink. eating cum out of someone after they've been filled up. being called "puppy" / "daddy" / "hyung". cnc.

 ❀ living together: man of the house fr. while mark is the leader, jeno is there to make sure everything is ok, that the house isn't burning down or that no one's scraped their knee. king of aftercare and resident family therapist. lowkey just head over heels for jaemin so he gets a little bit distracted..... but he's trying his best to share the love!!

𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 - 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡  ❀ dom for y/n, mark, renjun, chenle, jisung  ❀ sub for y/n, jeno, jaemin

 ❀ kinks: calling y/n "noona". brat taming (being on the receiving end). overstimulation. bondage. dacryphilia (being on the receiving end). impact play (on the receiving end). embarassing poor jisung when he's shy and overwhelmed. egging on y/n to torture renjun with orgasm control. cnc.

 ❀ living together: big cuddle bug. always sleeps in the same bed as someone else. loves to hold hands under the table, even in public. he's silly asf, so he likes to joke around in order to make the others smile-- that makes him feel happiest.

𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 - 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦

 ❀ kinks: man puts his cameras to use FOR SURE-- loves to take pictures and record everything. breeding kink. double penetration (loves filling someone at the same time jeno's in them). being somewhat of a brat, trying to set off jeno.

 ❀ living together: cat dad, busy guy, somewhat of a sugar daddy for everyone. he's on the chiller side about the whole thing, but he def goes all out for dates, and loves to brag about his relationship(s) to people-- y/n's the only one he can really brag about..... but it's better than nothing.

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞 - 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡  ❀ dom for y/n, mark, renjun, jisung  ❀ sub for y/n, mark, jeno, haechan, jaemin

 ❀ kinks: brat taming (on the receiving end). power imbalance. choking. gagging.

 ❀ living together: sugar daddy for sure. if someone grumbles about wanting or needing something, he'll go out of his way to buy it. he bought the house outright, bought all the decor everyone agreed on, takes care of the dogs and cats, etc. he's like jaemin where he likes to brag and show off his relationship, but instead of in a mundane, romantic way, he likes to do it in a flashy, expensive way. when he's in a bad mood, he'll lock himself in his room and play games 'til he's feeling better.

𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 - 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛

 ❀ kinks: being corrupted. experimentalist. lil bit of free use-- will let anyone do whatever they want to him, for the science of it all ofc!!

 ❀ living together: he's everyone little guy that they baby. he needs something to eat or drink? everyone's jumping up to get him something. he's stressed about work or tired after a long day? he'll be pulled into the bed by the first person that gets their hands on him.

last updated: 09 october 2024

[danikamariewrites]

Ddlg Azriel x reader bedtime headcanon

A/n: will I ever stop writing for ddlg Az? Absolutely not, he’s my favorite and I’m going to keep doing this very every situation I can think of (honestly idk if I like this I might delete it 🫤)

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink

When you and Azriel are at home alone your nightly routine is you two hanging out in the living room

You two would read or Azriel would do work while you do something that won’t bore you to death like his paper work

He’d carry you to bed or you would hold hands walking to your room

You’d let him know when you want to go to bed

You typically crawl into Azriel’s lap and snuggle into his chest, “I’m tired daddy, can we go up now?” “Of course princess.” And he’d kiss your forehead

You two would brush your teeth and do your skin care routine together

Azriel would sit you on the counter and brush your hair for you and give you kisses in between brushes

“Is this ok princess?” And you’d hum in appreciation

You wrap yourself around Azriel, smiling and kiss his neck when he’s done

Azriel lightly throws you on the bed and you giggle

Azriel always helps you undress and puts one of his shirts on you

When you both crawl under the covers Azriel pulls you close to him to keep you warm

Sleeping on his chest is your favorite

His heartbeat lulls you to sleep as he traces little patterns with his fingers on your back

“Comfy princess?” “Mmhhmm. Always am with you.” You’d say sleepily

You always fall asleep first, you just trust Azriel so much that falling asleep on him is so easy

If you shiver in the middle of the night Azriel pulls the covers tighter over you and wraps his wings around you

Though he doesn’t know how you’re always so damn cold when he’s like a heater

If Rhys and Cassian are over or if you’re at the House of Wind or River House your routine changes a little

You usually get tired early when the whole group hangs out

You’re sitting next to Az on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder

He’d play with your hair which would make you even more tired

Everyone else would’ve wandered off to bed leaving you half asleep with the bat boys

Azriel would carry you up to bed and help you change into pjs

You wouldn’t do your whole nightly routine but he’d tuck you in, “goodnight princess, I’ll be up in a bit after I talk with Rhys and Cass.”

“Ok daddy. Can I have a kiss?” “Always.” He’d leave kisses all over your face and finally a quick one on your lips

Az would make sure you had your stuffed bat to cuddle with

He’d leave a shadow behind. Yeah the houses are warded but he’d never chance his perfect princess’s safety

Talking and drinks turned into a few rounds of cards until the shadow watching over you comes to get Az

Azriel would bid his brothers goodnight rushing up to the bedroom

You had the lights on dim looking around the room tiredly

“Princess is everything ok?” You shake your head rubbing at your eyes “I can’t find Binx.”

Azriel would hug you and put you back in bed, “I’ll find Binx princess.”

He’d shake out the cover and search everywhere for your stuffed bat, even though he’s the only bat you should cuddle rn

When Az finds him you’d be so happy, “Binx! Thank you daddy.”

As you lay on Azriel’s chest you’d snuggle Binx and fall right back to sleep with your favorite bats

[writing-reaper]

Bad Batch Reacts…

To Falling in Love

(A short Valentine’s Day special)

Note: Two posts nearly back to back?! Impossible! Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope this is tooth rottingly sweet enough to satisfy. I wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day! If you’re spending it alone like me: make sure you take the day to appreciate yourself! Either way, this day is about love so be sure to share it with everyone around you!

Description: After the Bad Batch has known you for a while, they’ve slowly come to realize that they’ve fallen for you.

Warnings: fluff, curses, and more fluff

Crosshair

When Crosshair realized he fell in love, it hit him hard.

Denial, denial, denial.

You’re his friend, and a good one.

Too good apparently.

It started with the little things:

When his sarcasm turned from cynical to humorous,

He no longer distastefully glared your way,

He became more patient,

When you messed up your aim he helped you adjust instead of simply criticizing you,

He wanted to use his humor to make you laugh,

He let you closer,

He opened up more to you,

Your smile drew him in,

His glaring eyes would soften at the sight of you,

He skipped lunch just to see you when you were sick,

And one drunken night, he told you just how much you meant to him.

Even though he was drunk, he remembered word for word what he said and those tears that fell from your eyes as you graced him with a smile he’d never seen.

Then, his heart would begin to race.

He was suddenly self conscious about the little things: his breath, his sweat, his smell.

When it finally hit him that he was in love with you, a piece of that hard exterior chipped and Crosshair fell into a panic, trying to repair it.

He gave you the cold shoulder once again.

If you came to close he’d scare you off with a glare before it would soften as soon as you turned your back.

He’d skip meals if it meant avoiding you and this scary vulnerability he felt.

When he overheard you crying to Hunter about his behavior, he realized this disrepair would never go away.

Maybe he should’ve realized long ago that this vulnerability was ok, even if you rejected him he knew your love was unconditional, but he was just so afraid he’d lose you.

But Crosshair quickly recognized that blocking you out to repair his walls was also causing you harm.

He knew what he had to do.

He was a soldier, he shouldn’t be this afraid.

Crosshair would allow his mind to succumb to a fantasy before he took any action.

It was after Hunter scolded him he realized he needed to act soon, if not now.

Crosshair waited till the early morning, when he knew you’d be awake, to tell you everything.

You at least deserved that.

Fear strikes through his heart once more when that door opens, but he knew he had to do this.

“I need to talk to you.”

Wrecker

When Wrecker falls in love, he succumbs himself to the blissful feeling.

He’ll spend every moment he can around you

He’d follow you to the ends of the world if it were possible.

It took him a while to realize he had fallen in love with you, though he had taken notice of just how much more attractive you’d become the longer he knew you.

He’d become more and more protective with time, and more and more playful.

Wrecker would try to share food and treats with you despite his usual gluttony.

In fact, his brothers would realize before he did that he was head over heels for you.

If you expressed even the slightest annoyance of foot pain or leg pain he’d offer to carry you.

He’d spend every spare second he had on you or assisting you or simply thinking about you.

He’d try to impress you with feats of his strength,

He even offered you Lula for a night after you confessed to having some bad dreams.

However, he still didn’t realize that his feelings for you were no longer platonic.

That was until he did.

It was when the two of you were watching a holofilm when he finally realized what was happening.

You fell asleep on top of him and suddenly his whole face felt hot and all his attention went to you.

His heart was racing as he made his best attempt to be as still as a rock.

Despite being with you all night, he couldn’t fall asleep and couldn’t bring himself to get up and move you.

The first person he tells is Crosshair, technically he rants to Lula first, but she’s not exactly the best at giving advice.

Wrecker didn’t know how to tell you, but he wanted to tell you as soon as possible.

He took some of Crosshair’s advice, but then opted to confide in his other three brother’s who were just as unsurprised as Crosshair at the news.

Wrecker takes all the advice he could get before he pays you a visit.

“I uh… I have something to tell you.”

Tech

Tech realizes quickly, surprised and confused by the changes in his heartbeat.

At first he thought he was sick when his face would get warm and his heartbeat would increase significantly.

However, that wouldn’t make any sense seeing as it only happened when he was around you or thinking about you.

It was easy to conclude this simple solution:

Tech had fallen in love with you.

It wasn’t hard to believe.

Tech found you rather charming.

You were a passionate and curious character, traits Tech admired.

Just to see if this theory was, in fact, true he began a series of tests.

These tests involved:

Standing or sitting close to one another,

Physical touch with the other person (including, but not limited to, the brushing of skin or an admittedly awkward hug),

Flirting (or, at least, his best attempt),

And, finally, a distraction test.

The results of each test relayed the same conclusion: Tech was in love with you.

But was he brave enough to tell you?

Probably not.

Tech would end up taking a similar course of action as Crosshair.

He’d isolate himself, but not to repair his walls.

Rather, Tech wanted to do his research as quietly as possible.

He avoided you, without trying to seem like he was avoiding you, in order to ensure his confession runs smoothly.

In fact, his first written confession was two pages long.

And, while he was certain you’d understand, he wanted to ensure his point wasn’t lost and that point was simple:

He is in love with you.

Tech waits for the right time before knocking at your door.

He’d studied typical romantic customs and revised what he’d say too many times to count just to ensure this moment went smoothly.

He waits at your door, flowers in hand.

“It has come to my attention that I have developed a deep romantic attraction to you. If you find you share my affections, then I hope you will allow me to utilize my research and follow the proper customs as I ask you to join me on a date this evening.”

Hunter

While Hunter didn’t realize right away that he had fallen in love with you, he still realized quite quickly after.

He had always found your company enjoyable and admired many of your traits.

However, it wasn’t until he realized just how much comfort you brought him that he had fallen in love with you.

He admired you as a person, as well as your work ethic, but he never thought his feelings for you were ever more than platonic.

It wasn’t until one rowdy night at 79’s when he realized just how attracted to you he really was.

Normally, the bright lights, music, and heavy smell of alcohol would become to much for him in the short hour or two they were at the clone bar.

But today?

Today you were with them.

You and that sweet perfume you wore around the base, but never on missions.

You’d explained it to him before, and he remembered clearly, about how you didn’t want to wear it in case the smell ever began to bug him.

It was crazy just how drawn he was to that sweet smell now,

Perhaps just simply because that scent lead to you and that sweet smile and loving eyes.

It was the longest they’d ever been at the bar, Tech made that fact very well known on their way back to base.

Hunter realized just how grounded he was when he was around you.

It wasn’t the first time he relied on your familiar and sweet scent to stabilize his senses, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Hunter knew he had fallen for you, but what he hadn’t realized was just how hard he fell for you.

At least, he didn’t realize before he had absent mindedly followed your scent across base and to your small office space.

The worst lie he’d ever told left his lips before he quickly left, completely embarrassed for doing something so silly.

His feelings for you felt unreal at times, his senses lulling him into a day dream simply because you passed by or sent him a smile.

Hunter could never bring it upon himself to avoid you, already starved for affection and comfort as a soldier.

But now, he had you.

Originally, Hunter didn’t plan on confessing to you.

It wasn’t until he found you were also falling for him that he thought it could be a good idea.

So, at the end of a mission on a serene planet, he’d pluck a flower from the ground and tuck it in your hair.

“I’d normally try plucking the petals, but I know it’d be easier to ask you myself…”

Echo

Echo had become significantly more in-tune to his emotions since his release from the Techno Union.

So when he fell in love with you, he knew the moment his face warmed and his heart skipped a beat.

You were one of the only people who ever brought him this kind of warmth, but even so, his insecurities slapped him with a forbidding cold.

Echo was happy to accept the fact he was in love with you.

The only problem?

He could never accept the possibility that you could love him the way he loved you.

It simply seemed impossible that your unconditional platonic love could turn into an unconditional romantic love; not when you could do better.

Echo would keep his feelings to himself for a while, preferring to enjoy your love in the safest way possible: as your friend.

The Batch had encouraged him numerous times to confess his feelings to you, but he was as stubborn as an old bantha.

It wasn’t until a deep, heartfelt conversation with Rex that Echo realized just how much he had to lose if he didn’t at least tell you.

While he wouldn’t quite panic, he wouldn’t know what to do when it came down to confessing to you.

He tried once, but you were just too perfect in that moment for him to ruin it with these feelings of love he had that felt forbidden.

Unfortunately for Echo, he never truly got the chance to confess on his own.

He wasn’t sure who told you, or if you’d just simply figured it out on your own, but the look of joy on your face when he confirmed that he was, in fact, in love with you made him not care in the slightest who told on him.

“I love you, cyare. And I don’t think I could ever stop.”

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 14

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"I hope your birthday present is the best one ever. I deserve it after tonight" Adele sighed when the car dropped her and Mason at the hotel where they were staying, the launch of his perfum and everything that came with it finally over.

"Thank you very much for this, Addie. It means a lot."

"You're welcome" she said, taking his hand on hers. Holding hands had become something they now did without thinking, something that had become normal and organic for them.

"And about your birthday present… I wasn't going to say anything until tomorrow, but fancy an Italian road trip?"

"A road trip? Where?"

"It's a surprise" Mason smiled, his dimple showing. 

"But when are we leaving? Tomorrow?"

"The day before. Tomorrow is a day to relax and recharge."

"I don't know if I'll manage to relax or even sleep knowing that you are taking me somewhere."

"You've been as worried about the launch party as I've been, Addie. So the moment you get into your room, you'll instantly fall asleep. But try to make it to the bed first" Mason smirked.

"It'll try" Adele laughed. "Same goes to you, tho."

"I'll do my best. And here we are" he said, stopping in front of her room's door. "Breakfast tomorrow?"

"Breakfast tomorrow" she smiled.

"Ok."

"Ok."

"So… ummm… Good night, Addie."

"Good night, Mase" she said. Though neither of them moved, their hands still linked together. 

"Good night, Addie" he repeated, finally moving and kissing her cheek. Her cheek, or the corner of her mouth, the feeling making her knees go weak. "I'll text you when I'm up."

"Ok" Adele whispered, still trying to process how close his lips had been to hers.

"Good night, Addie. For the third time" he laughed.

"Good night, Mase" she said, frozen in place as she watched him walk towards his room. As he opened the door, he looked at her one last time, giving her a smile that made Adele's stomach flip inside her and that she was pretty sure would show up in her dreams. And it did.

She dreamt about that smile and about his lips almost on hers. Though maybe not just almost…

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"Mason, is that… no! It can't be!" Adele said as she looked out the window. They had been on the road for a few hours, laughing and singing their hearts out to the playlist he had made especially for this trip with all their favourite songs. 

"Do you recognize this town?"

"Of course I do! My dad took a photo of us looking at something on our cameras in front of that church! I actually printed it and have it in my room."

"What? Why? It is such a random photo" he laughed.

"I don't know. I like it" Adele shrugged. "I have many others from that summer printed. It was one of the best of my life."

"Same" Mason smiled. Though he suspected she didn't remember it for the same reasons he did.

"If we are here… does it mean…"

"Maybe" he smirked.

"Oh my God, Mase. Please tell me you managed to do it. Please, please, please."

"You must be patient, little padawan."

"Little what?" she laughed. 

"Just be patient, ok? It'll be worth it."

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"And?"

"It was worth it" Adele smiled as she looked at the view. Somehow, Mason had managed to rent the same villa where them and their families had spent the summer when they were sixteen.

Their parents' original idea had been to do a road trip around Italy, but they soon realized that doing it with two teenagers and two early teens, would not be the dreamy vacation they were expecting. Instead, they rented a huge villa in a small town, which turned out to be exactly what they all needed. 

"How did you come out with this idea?" she asked him.

"The perfume" Mason smiled. "Since we were already in Italy for the launch party and it was your birthday month, I thought it would be cool to remember the summer that inspired it all."

"So a whole month in Italy, away from everything and everyone?" Adele said, a big grin on her face.

"And just the two of us" he smiled back. "At least until our families arrive to celebrate your actual birthday. Do you think we'll make it?"

"What?"

"To your birthday. Do you think we will survive spending so much time together just the two of us, or that we will end up hating each other?" Mason chuckled. Though there was something in his voice that made Adele think he wasn't completely joking.

"There is nothing like trying" she replied, taking his hand on hers and giving it a squeeze. "Should we go for a tour around the house? I want to check what they have changed."

"You mean you want to see if they painted over your graffiti" he laughed.

"It was an accident, and it was all your fault" she said, pointing at him with their joined hands. She had been painting her nails in her room and minding her own business when Mason, Luca and Alex decided to scare her, which ended up with the little bottle of red paint all over the wall. They tried to clean it and cover it, but they only made it worse. "You better not try anything like that again if you want to make it alive to my birthday."

"I won't, I promise" he smiled. 

And he kept his promise, making the following two weeks and a half basically perfect. They had even found themselves following a routine, feeling as if they were actually living there, as if that was their real life.

They would wake up in the morning and go for a run before it got too hot. Once they were back in the villa, they would make breakfast and eat it while catching up on everything that had happened in the world. Then it was time for a quick shower before going into town to do some grocery shopping, most people saying hello to them as if they had been living there for years, some even remembering them from when they had visited for the first time. "It is impossible to forget women as gorgeous as your mothers" one man had said. 

After making lunch and eating it in the garden, they would either take a nap or just chill, most times falling asleep on each other's arms. And then it would be time to go for a swim, sometimes to the little beach hidden just a few kilometres away from town, sometimes in the big swimming pool the villa had. 

It had been during one of the days where they had stayed in, that Adele had noticed Mason's eyes following her every move as she got out of the pool and laid down in her hammock.

"Mase, are you checking me out?" she asked him, finding the courage to do it God knows where.

"What? No, no, no, no" he quickly said.

"Then why are you so red?" 

"The sun. I guess I didn't put on enough suncream" he shrugged. "Anyway, I think I should probably go for a dip too."

"Sure" she replied, trying to hide a smile.

After that day, they would constantly tease the other about it. And especially at night, when they would go into town to have dinner and enjoy the night, and make themselves look a bit more presentable.

"Addie, are you checking me out?" 

"I'm sorry, Mase. But those trousers make your bum look so good…" she had said. Which wasn't a lie.

"That dress also makes your boobs look really good" he had smirked, his eyes going down to her chest and making Adele's cheeks turn on fire. Which was what Jourdan was telling her over facetime after she had finally confessed her feelings for Mason and everything that was going on in Italy. That they were playing with fire.

"Addie, you like each other. You are falling in love with each other. And if you don't talk about it, it may come back to bite you in the ass. Yours and his very nice one. Have you seen his new underwear campaign?"

"Daily and in real life" she chuckled. 

"Lucky bitch" Jourdan said. "But I'm serious, Adele. Talk to him before your parents arrive and things get out of hand, messy, or both."

"I'll try" she sighed.

"No, you won't try. You will."

"Fine. I will" Adele replied. 

But will she? Will she find the courage to do it? Because their families were arriving in just two days, and she was running out of time.