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

[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.”

[ohodie]

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.

[pedroscurls]

eyes on you (one-shot)

summary: dave has been single for a while now - focused on his work, but you manage to capture his attention. the only downside? you're already spoken for and your husband is his colleague.

pairing: dave york x fem!reader content warnings: 18+, legal separation (not with dave!), neglect in relationship (again, not with dave), mutual pining, sexual tension, dave wants to take care of you basically, brief mention of dave's PTSD, reader has a child, no use of y/n. word count: 5.1k a/n: ok - please bear with me. this is my first time writing for dave york and i hope i did his characterization justice... i wanted to write a softer kind of dave 😭 anyway, this year has honestly been about stepping out of my comfort zone! this story is part of dev's (@penvisions) "give a little love" writing challenge! i got forbidden romance with dave york. hope y'all enjoy <3

On his way to his office one morning, Dave catches a glimpse of you from outside of the nearby coffee shop. You have a younger boy in your arms, who’s snuggling against the crook of your neck. Your body sways side to side with him and despite the crowd and business of the coffee shop, there’s a calm aura about you. 

There’s a part of him that misses his girls—Carol having full custody of them in the divorce. He tosses his coffee cup into the trash and steps inside the coffee shop. Immediately, he’s welcomed by the sound of chatter, the coffee machines whirring, baristas yelling people’s names and he’s suddenly overwhelmed by the everything. He grips the strap of his messenger bag when he feels the walls beginning to close in around him—his eyes scanning the entire area, out of habit. 

He’s forgotten momentarily why he even walked inside until his eyes meet yours. Dave watches your eyes soften at the sight of him, the corners of your beautiful lips curling upwards as if you knew what he was feeling. A barista yells your name and you break the gaze to retrieve your drink and Dave quickly walks to the register to order a black coffee—something quick, low effort because he sees you already begin to make your way towards the front door. 

Dave doesn’t bother to make small talk with the young girl at the register. He just hands her a twenty, mumbles to keep the change, grabs his coffee and turns on his heel to catch up to you. He isn’t sure why he feels a sudden pull to you, but he knows that he’d regret it if he didn’t get the chance to at least speak with you. 

Someone bumps into him and he’s already on edge that the coffee slips out of his hand and falls to the floor on his shoes—great, he thinks. 

“I’m so sorry, man,” the stranger mumbles before rushing out of the door. 

Dave sighs heavily and turns around to walk back towards the register. He doesn’t bother sparing you another glance because he’s sure that you’re already gone. At least I tried, he thinks. At the register, he’s about to open his mouth to speak until he sees you in his peripheral. 

“Can we get a stack of napkins and can we get another refill of whatever he ordered?” you ask the barista who’s already smiling so brightly in your direction.

“Oh! Don’t sweat it. We’ll clean it up,” he says, turns around to grab a large cup to refill with coffee for Dave. Then, he turns back around to set it in front of you. “And this is on the house.” 

“That’s sweet,” you smile. “Thanks so much.” You grab a sleeve to put on the hot cup of coffee before you turn to face him. “Figured you will probably need this.” 

Dave looks down at you—this close, he can see the way your eyes sparkle against the natural sunlight that comes through the windows. The younger boy in your arms seems to be fast asleep, but Dave can’t help the way your smile makes him feel. Everyone around him disappears—all of the sounds seem to fade until all he can see and hear is you. 

“You didn’t need to do that,” he finally answers. Dave reaches for the cup, feeling his fingertips brush against your own when you hand the cup over to him and he feels the heat in his cheeks rise. “But thank you.” 

You shrug a shoulder—your eyes are staring so deeply into his own. “I won’t be cleaning your shoes, but—” you giggle and the sound makes his heart flutter. 

“Do you work here?” he interrupts. 

“What? Oh no,” you smile. “Just saw someone who needed help, that’s all.” 

Dave isn’t sure why that made him feel so warm inside, but he smiles and begins walking out of the coffee shop alongside you. “He’s out like a light,” he points out. 

You giggle again and Dave suddenly realizes that he wants to hear more and more of it. “He had a late night,” you tease. “I let him stay up an extra fifteen minutes—story time was very intense,” you smile. 

“I have two of my own,” he adds. 

“Two?” you say with a shocked tone. “I can barely handle this one.”

“They stay with their mom,” Dave says, holding the door open for you. You walk through it and he can’t help but let his eyes drift down your back to your ass—god, those yoga pants are definitely working in your favor. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you tell him, waiting for him to step out after you. You bite your lower lip and tighten your hold on the younger boy in your arms. Soon enough, it’s only going to be you and your son will end up having to go to two homes, alternating holidays with you and his father. 

“Don’t be,” Dave smiles. “We tried to make it work and sometimes, it just isn’t enough. I just try to be with them as much as I can.” He sees the distance in your eyes and he furrows a brow—it’s obvious that you’re thinking about something else. “Hey…”

You finally look up at him, shaking yourself out of your thoughts as you look back up at him. “Sorry,” you laugh nervously. “Anyway, I should go. I hope you have a great day…”

“Wait, hey…” Dave sighs. “I’m Dave.”

Then, you smile—the same smile that managed to calm all of his nerves. You respond and tell him your name, see him smile as well and you notice the dimple on his right cheek. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” He asks. 

You nod, feel the young boy shift in your arms. “Sure.” 

Dave walks alongside you and smiles to himself, glancing over at you. “So, what do you do?” He asks. 

“Full time mom,” you answer. “But it’s the best job there is.” You glance over at him—you’re obviously very attracted to him, but your husband looks in the back of your mind. “What about you? What do you do for work?”

Dave shrugs. “Nothing exciting,” he answers too quickly. He doesn’t want to reflect on what he does for a living—if he’s being honest, it’s not something he’s proud of anymore. Especially since it cost him his marriage. “So, full time mom… What’s the plan for today?”

“Well, definitely needed my coffee,” you smile. “Then head to the store to grab some groceries…” you arch your brow and notice that his attention is solely focused on you. “Nothing exciting,” you repeat. 

Dave laughs quietly to himself and stops alongside you when you near your car. He holds open the door for you when you begin to put your son in his car seat—the young boy wiggling slightly before he makes himself comfortable. 

With your arms free—save for the coffee in your hand—Dave finally gets a better look at you. You’re wearing a faded dark grey v-neck and it’s low enough that he can see your cleavage and he has to quickly look away before you notice. 

“Well, I hope you have a great rest of your day,” Dave says quietly. He’s usually so alert when he’s walking to work—making sure that he can hear and see everyone around him, but you’re making all of the tension that he normally feels disappear. It’s strangely comforting because he can feel—for once—like he can take a deep breath without having to worry about the possibility of something happening. 

“Thank you, Dave. I hope you have a good one as well,” you smile in his direction. “And thank you for walking us back to the car.” 

Then, Dave blurts out, “I hope you know that you made my day today. So, thank you.”

“The day just started,” you laugh quietly, cheeks heating up. 

“Yeah,” Dave grins. “And it’s already starting out great.” 

You bite your lower lip and then gently tap your coffee cup with his own. “Hope I get to see you around, Dave.”

“Me too,” he says softly. “Me too.”

The next time Dave sees you, it all but crushes him because there you are—hand in hand with one of his colleagues. You don’t seem to want to be here though, smile not reaching your eyes like it did that morning he met you at the coffee shop. He can see the way you tense up when the other man whispers in your ear and you immediately pull your hand from his grip to walk towards the bar area. 

“Baby,” the other man calls out, but you just keep walking. 

Dave bites his lower lip and walks after you, ensuring that none of his coworkers have yet to see him. He hears you let out a shaky sigh, waves to the bartender, and even despite the tension he can see in your body, you’re still so polite, so kind to the man behind the counter. 

Dave straightens his tie, takes a deep breath and walks over to you. He tells the bartender to put your drink on his tab and when he finally gazes down at you, that same fucking smile is lining your lips. He can see the shock in your features, but before he can even say anything, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. It catches him off guard, but he leans into you nonetheless. The way your body feels against his own makes his heart race even faster. 

“Hey,” he whispers, his arms snaking around your waist. “Nice surprise seeing you here.” 

You pull away and look up at him—you had been thinking of him every day since meeting him about a week ago. You would be lying if you said that you tried to go back to the coffee shop in hopes that you’d get to see him again, but you never could find the time to go back. 

“Dave,” you say quietly. “It’s you.”

He smiles, arms slowly slipping away from you. Dave looks at you from top to bottom, biting the inside of his cheek at the way your dress clings to every curve. When he gazes back at you, he can see the way you pull your lower lip between your teeth. 

“And it’s you,” he finally answers. “You know, I’ve gone back to that coffee shop every morning in the last week. Thought I’d never get the chance to see you again,” Dave admits. 

“Me too,” you answer honestly. “Are you here with your girlfriend?” you ask quietly, hesitantly. 

Dave shakes his head. “Work dinner.” 

“Oh,” you reply. “Me too actually. Well, not me specifically, but…” 

Dave nods, “Didn’t realize that you’re Robby’s wife.” 

You clear your throat and suddenly take a step back away from him. “You work with Robby…”

“I do,” he sighs—Dave sees the change in your behavior and he glances over at the bartender who sets your glass of wine on the counter. He mutters a quiet thank you and sets the glass in front of you.

“You were in the military.” 

“I was,” he answers. 

“I can’t talk to you,” you finally say. “Robby will get upset and—”

“We’re just having a conversation,” Dave shrugs. “I wouldn’t worry about him.” He tilts his head, sees you glance over in Robby’s direction and quietly lowers his voice. “D–Does he hurt you?”

“No,” you answer quickly. “It’s just,” you sigh. You grab a hold of his hand and lead him back to the bathrooms, pushing him inside a vacant co-ed bathroom and locking it behind you. “I’m just here for show.”

“For show?” 

“We’re getting divorced,” you sigh quietly, biting the inside of your cheek. “This is the last dinner I’m supposed to attend and he’s not making it easy.” 

Dave lets out a sigh of relief—divorced, or at least about to be. He can’t help the excitement that he feels bubbling inside of him and he crosses his arms over his chest, watching your eyes trail down his face to his arms and back up. The mutual attraction is there, he knows it. 

And you know it too. 

“So, for show…” he repeats. 

You nod. “I’d rather be at home with Mateo.” 

“Mateo?” 

He sees you relax, a large grin lining your lips. “My baby.” 

“Ah,” Dave smiles. “Cute name. Didn’t get a chance to meet the little guy. He was knocked out when we met.” 

You laugh quietly and Dave perks up, suddenly takes a step closer to you at the sound. “Yeah, he’s with the sitter tonight.” 

“So, I’m guessing no intense story time tonight,” he teases. 

You laugh again and it only fuels him further—excitement coursing through his veins until he’s inches away from you. You lean back against the sink and stare up at him, biting your lower lip as you stare into his eyes. 

“No, not tonight,” you whisper. You feel his fingers brush your hair away from your face and you let out a quiet gasp—your body reacting to him instantly because you tilt your head and lean against his touch. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” Dave whispers. 

“Dave…” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“We can’t,” you sigh. “Robby—He won’t make it easy if he knows that I’m seeing someone. We haven’t finalized the divorce, haven’t even told Mateo yet, and—”

Dave just nods, but he gently cups your cheek and brushes the pad of his thumb along your soft skin. He leans down and presses his lips against your forehead to place a light kiss before he’s pulling away. 

“Okay,” he answers. 

“I’m sorry. I really want to,” you shut your eyes against the soft kiss he places on your forehead. Even though he pulls away, his hand is still resting on your cheek. 

“Me too,” he whispers. Dave lowers his hand to the side of your neck, brushes the pad of his thumb across your jawline and now across your lower lip. He watches you part your lips for him and he fights the urge to slip his thumb inside—to feel the warmth of your mouth, your tongue, and—

“Dave,” you sigh quietly. 

“You can push me away, you know?” He teases. 

“But I don’t want to,” you admit. 

“Making it real hard for me to not kiss you right here, right now.” Dave adds, slowly pulling away as his hand drops back to his side. He makes it obvious now that he’s looking at you, at every inch of your body and he can feel his manhood stirring awake. 

You don’t feel shy under his gaze. In fact, you feel empowered, sexy. Your cheeks heat up and when his eyes finally land on your own, a broad smirk lines his lips—and there’s that fucking dimple again.  

“I’ll see you out there, baby.” Dave presses one last kiss against your cheek before he pulls away from you and leaves the restroom. 

You sigh quietly, slumping against the sink as you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. Technically, you’re single, but you know Robby… if he finds that you’ve already moved on, he’d make this so much more difficult than it needs to be. 

Throughout the dinner, you’re seated in between Dave and Robby. Robby’s arm is draped around the back of your seat, his fingertips brushing against your arm. You look up at him and he catches your gaze—he drops his hand immediately. 

Dave switches his persona—professional but charming. He can keep the conversation going and you notice that the other men at the table—Robby included—hold onto every word that leaves his lips. The respect is evident, and when the other women look at him, you know just exactly what they’re thinking. 

Because you’re thinking it too. 

Dave is fucking sexy and he knows it. He flashes that smile that makes his dimple appear and his deep brown eyes lure you in. It’s only when he looks down at you that you feel the heat in your cheeks. 

“Robby, you have a little boy, right?” Dave asks. 

“Yeah, Mateo. He’s three.”

“Four,” you correct. “He’s four,” you answer, looking up at Dave with a small smile. 

Robby’s jaw tightens but he masks it with a forced smile. His hand comes down to rest on your thigh and it startles you, feeling his grip around it. “Sorry, baby. Been busy at work lately,” he laughs nervously. 

You don’t respond—instead, you grab his wrist and push his hand away from you. He looks down at you with narrowed eyes and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Stop, Robby. Or else I will walk out of this dinner.” 

Robby just grunts in reply and nods, pulling away from you and flashing everyone else a smile. “I’ll definitely be in the dog house for that one,” he says, everyone else but Dave erupts in laughter. 

“Anyway, he’s four and he’s just the sweetest little boy,” you continue, pulling the attention away from Robby. “The other day, he wanted to make me breakfast because—and these are his words—he wanted to take care of me.” 

The women at the table melt at your words, hands gripping their husbands’ arms—you and Robby are the only ones with a child. Well, and Dave too. 

“He’s a little protector,” Robby chimes in. “And he’s a momma’s boy.” 

You force a smile and stay quiet for the remainder of the dinner. The other women at the table opt to do the same, only speaking up when their husbands are speaking to them—or if Dave addressed them specifically. There’s a part of you that can’t wait for this dinner to end, but another part of you that doesn’t want it to.  

Only because of Dave. Having him sit next to you provides a sense of safety and security, and you yearn to just have another moment alone with him. You spend the rest of the evening with your eyes on your plate, but when your phone rings, you excuse yourself and stand from the table. 

“It’s the sitter,” you smile apologetically. Your eyes meet Dave’s and the corner of his lips curl upwards before he turns back around to continue the conversation. 

Robby makes no effort in walking after you—you know that he would rather have more time with Dave than with your son. 

After about five minutes, you walk back to the table and grab your coat from the back of your chair. “I’m heading out, Robby.” 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you at home.” 

You tighten your jaw and you’re about to say something before Dave chimes in. 

“Everything okay with Mateo?” Your eyes soften instantly, but you can’t help the conflicting emotions that you feel. This is a question that your husband should be asking, not his colleague. 

“Oh, everything’s okay. Something just came up with the sitter and she has to head home,” you answer. “It was great meeting all of you.” 

Robby doesn’t stand up, doesn’t offer to walk you outside. Instead, he just leans further back in his seat with another glass of alcohol in his hand. You feel anger rushing in your veins and you want so badly to scream, to yell at him but instead you pull on your coat. Nonchalantly, you slip off your wedding ring and gently rest your hand on Robby’s shoulder. 

He looks up at you and furrows a brow until you place your free hand in his—dropping your wedding ring into his palm. His eyes widen slightly and tears build in your own. Leaning down, you place a light kiss on his cheek and whisper, “We are done, Robert.” 

A month later, you and Robby have established boundaries. While you’re both still living in the same house, he sleeps in another room. In front of Mateo, you both try to keep up with appearances and luckily, the younger boy doesn’t notice anything differently. 

On one Friday afternoon, Robby lets you know that Dave and some other guys from the office are coming over for dinner. You tell him that you plan on leaving the house with Mateo, but he insists on you staying—mentioning that Dave actually wanted to see you again and also meet Mateo. 

To him, he thinks he’s making an impression on Dave. 

But you know what Dave really meant, and it made your heart race faster. 

So, you set the table with the dinner you made just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Mateo’s small feet echo throughout the home when he runs towards the front door, standing on his toes to try and open the door. You look over in his direction, expecting Robby to answer the door but he’s nowhere to be found. 

With a heavy sigh, you walk over to the front door, scoop Mateo into your arms as you gently tickle his sides. “You’re naughty, baby.” 

“Just wanted to help, mama!” 

You smile and place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose before you open the door. Dave’s grinning at you, holding a case of beer in one hand. 

“Hey,” he says quietly. 

“Hi, Dave.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you open the door wider for him. “This is Mateo.”

Dave steps across the threshold and keeps his eyes focused on the both of you. “Hi, Mateo.” 

“Hi!” He smiles, nuzzling your neck. “Mama made dinner.” 

“She did, did she? No wonder it smells delicious in here,” Dave winks. 

“She made my favorite.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

You bite your lower lip, feeling your heart race even faster at the interaction. 

“Mhm! Pasketti!” 

Both you and Dave laugh quietly. Mateo wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his head against your own. “I did, baby. Now, can you go and be a big boy and get ready for dinner?” 

He nods. “Okay, mama. I’ll wash my hands too.” 

“Thank you, honey.” You set him down on his feet and watch him walk down the hallway to his own bedroom, leaving you and Dave alone. “Sorry, Robby’s probably in his office. I’ll go get him.” 

Dave bites his lower lip and gently reaches out for your hand, turning you around. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Dave…”

He plays with your fingers with his own before he lets his hand drop back to his side. “Can I put these in the fridge?” He asks, motioning towards the case of beer. 

“Oh, yeah, follow me.” You turn on your heel and walk ahead of him, leading him to the kitchen. 

Dave glances around but his eyes stay focused on you. You’re wearing those same yoga pants and it sculpts to every curve—he clears his throat and tries to rid his mind of every dirty thought. 

He bumps into you when you stop walking—too distracted by you. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. For a brief moment, he feels the curve of your ass press against the front of his slacks and his manhood begins to stir awake. “Clumsy me.” 

“Distracted?” You tease, turning around to grab the case of beer from his hand. 

His eyes narrow at you. “You wore those pants on purpose, didn’t you?” 

You grin, tongue darting out to lick your lower lip and you watch his eyes stare at the action. “They’re comfy.” 

“And your ass looks fucking great in ‘em,” he grins. 

“You’re flirting.”

“I’m complimenting you,” Dave corrects. 

You let out a quiet laugh and shake your head, placing the beer into the fridge. As you’re about to turn around and quip back, Robby enters the kitchen. Dave catches your gaze when you turn around—his big, brown eyes soften. 

“Thanks, baby. Was in the office.” Robby says. You don’t respond, just give him a quick nod before you excuse yourself quietly to check on Mateo. You glance over your shoulder—Robby begins talking animatedly to Dave, but he’s staring right at you. 

“Your wife not joining us?” Dave asks, sitting at the table with Robby and his other colleagues. 

Robby shakes his head. “Nope. We have an agreement.” 

The other men grin. “A woman who knows her place. Lucky you.” 

Robby laughs. “Gotta train ‘em early.” 

Dave tightens his jaw—he’s the only one not laughing, the only one who doesn’t find it funny. “That woman cooked you and your colleagues dinner and you talk about her like that? You let them talk about her like that?” 

Everyone at the table quiets immediately. They are all intimidated by Dave and they clear their throats, beginning to apologize. 

“It was just a joke,” Robby says nervously. 

“Joke or not, you shouldn’t talk about your wife like that.” Dave can feel the anger in his veins—you mentioned that you were getting a divorce, but why in the hell are you still here? 

“Well, won’t be my wife for long,” Robby shrugs. “She asked for a divorce. We haven’t told Mateo yet.” 

“Oh shit, sorry man,” one of the other men comments. The rest of them share the same sentiment, but Dave wants nothing more than to be with you. 

“Hey, Robby. Where’s your bathroom, man?”

“Down the hall, to your left.” 

Dave nods his thanks and stands from the chair. He walks down the hallway and finds the bathroom, but he looks at the other door across from it that’s slightly ajar. He hears the sound of Mateo’s laughter, followed by your muffled voice. He glances over his shoulder and takes a deep breath, knocking on the door quietly. 

He can hear you getting up and within seconds, you open the door and smile instantly at the sight of him. 

“Hi.” 

“Hello again,” he says softly. “You and Mateo not hungry?” 

“We’ll be out in a few. Just want Robby to have enough time with you all first.” 

“Why are you so nice to him?” Dave blurts out, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.” 

“Mama’s gonna be right back, baby.” You tell Mateo, stepping out of the room and gently pushing Dave into the bathroom across the hall. You shut it behind you and lock it, staring up at him. 

“I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have and—”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” you admit, interrupting him. “Since that morning at the coffee shop, actually.”

Dave arches a brow and steps closer to you. He brings his hand up gently to cup your cheek and he watches as your eyes fall shut. You let out a quiet sigh and bring your hand to wrap around his wrist gently. 

“Me too,” he confesses. “Robby doesn’t have to know,” Dave says quietly. “We can keep this a secret until you finalize the divorce.” 

“He’ll find out, Dave,” you whisper. Slowly, you turn your head and kiss the inside of his wrist, lips moving upwards to press light kisses along the inside of his palm. You can hear Dave inhale sharply before his thumb brushes across your lower lip. 

“Baby,” he says quietly. Dave steps closer—his front now inches from your own. He can feel your breasts lightly pressing against his chest and his free hand moves to rest on your hip—ready to pull you into him when the time is right. “Robby won’t even think about doing anything where I’m concerned.”

“You don’t know that,” you whisper. You can feel your resolve slowly slipping as you bring your hand up to gently play with the ends of his tie. 

“Trust me,” Dave responds quietly as he steps closer—caging you in against the sink. His hands move to rest on the edges of it at either side, dipping his head lower until his nose brushes against your own. “You make all the noise go away,” he admits. 

“The noise?” you ask quietly, eyes falling shut—you can feel his breath against your lips.

Dave nods. “My mind races all the time. It gets worse when it’s crowded and I’ve worked on getting it under control, but losing my girls, failing my marriage… It just amplified it.” He presses his lips against your cheek—lips catching the corner of your own. “But I saw you at the coffee shop when I was walking to work that morning and you—” he sighs. “There was just something calming about you. Then, you looked at me and smiled.”

You smile and move your hands up his chest to his shoulders, linking your hands now at the nape of his neck. “Dave…”

“I really want you,” he interrupts, “In any way that you’ll let me.”

“Will you kiss me?” 

Dave’s smile broadens and he nods, closing his eyes slowly and pressing his lips firmly against yours. When he feels your soft lips, his hands move from the sink to rest on your hips—-holding you tighter, closer against him. 

You lean into him instantly, fingers carding through his hair. His lips are softer than you imagined and the tension between you builds even further when you deepen the kiss. It isn’t quick or hurried—it’s slow, intimate, and almost as if you’re both savoring the moment. Your lips move with his own and you can feel the grip around your hips tightening even further. 

He pulls back only slightly to gently nip at your lower lip—it causes a quiet whimper to escape your lips. It’s just enough for you to remember that you’re both on limited time. You have to get back to Mateo and he has to get back to his dinner. 

Slowly, you pull away and Dave rests his forehead against your own. Neither of you make any move to pull away from each other, but he leans in repeatedly to peck your lips—he just can’t get enough of you.

“We’ll make this work,” he whispers. 

You nod in agreement. “Just in the meantime,” you repeat. “Until the divorce is finalized.” 

“I’m a patient man,” Dave smiles. “At least for you, I can be.” 

You smile, eyes gazing at his lips. Dave lets out a quiet chuckle and moves a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing against your soft skin. “If you wanna kiss me again, baby, just do it.”

You roll your eyes playfully and lean in to press your lips firmly against his own—this time, more rushed, desperate. Dave growls lowly against your lips, his hand on your hip moving to reach back to squeeze your ass. You quietly let out a moan and he uses this chance to slide his tongue past your lips—hand moving from your cheek to tangle itself in your hair. 

“Gonna be real hard for me to let you go after this,” he mumbles, breaking the kiss momentarily to press kisses along your jawline. Dave glances up in your direction and he smirks—he sees the way you tilt your head back, eyes shut, and your lips slightly agape as a quiet whimper leaves your lips. 

“Dave,” you moan quietly, feeling his teeth graze your pulse point along the side of your neck. 

He presses one last kiss on your throat before he pulls away. Dave bites his lower lip and watches you open your eyes. 

“Robby’s out of town this weekend,” you tell him. “I can have the sitter watch Mateo.” 

A large grin spreads on his lips. “Dinner at my place?” he asks. 

“It’s a date,” you smile. 

[insomniadreamzz]

Hey I'm absolutely obsessed with your series about the reader having Jinx's child. I would like to ask if you could write a scenario where Jinx arrives at the hideout and the reader is breastfeeding the baby and Isha is laying down with her head resting on the reader's shoulder looking intently at the small figure in the reader's lap, something like Jinx joining them and after putting Isha and the baby to sleep they finally have some alone time and they have romantic but intense sex? Thanks♥️

For more context please read the previous part „Our Family“

Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/775006861557661697/our-family-part-3

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Our family part 2

G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

Mentions of smut, G!P, fluff

It was already in the evening, Jinx was the whole day out of her hideout to do some work together with Sevika. You hated it when she was away, knowing it can be really dangerous out there especially when they had to go to Piltover and do some business there.

However, you spend the whole day taking care of Isha and your daughter Powder. playing with Isha while the little one was asleep and right now you were sitting on the couch, feeding your little one while Isha was laying with her head on your shoulder, seeming to feel tired now after a whole day of playing with you when you had the time to. Isha eyed her little sister all the time, she was happy to be a big sister and soon having someone to play with. It was exhausting but you loved your life.

Jinx finally arrived back home at her hideout, immediately smiling when she saw the three of you together, approaching you before placing a kiss on your lips and one on Isha’s temple. „Hey my loves, how was your day?“ She asked before sitting down next to you. „It was…very eventful.“ You chuckled. „How was yours? Did you have success?“ You asked in return, making her nod in response. „Yeah everything went just like planned. I am happy to be back to my family though.“ She mentioned, looking down at the smallest one here with a bright smile. „You three are the reason why I am more careful now and don’t try to bomb myself anymore when I get into serious trouble.“ Jinx said with a little laugh but you knew in fact it wasn’t funny at all.

Every time Jinx was close to lose she wanted to bomb herself and the enemy but that’s not happening anymore. She had a reason now to stay alive and it was you and the kids. A lot of things have changed in her life ever since she met you and you could say she was happy for once in her life. „I think little Powder is done now.“ You said, making the blue haired woman nod, watching you picking up the baby and pat her back gently. „It’s still weird hearing my real name but I gave it a better meaning. Powder is our daughter now and not my old self who…jinxed everything…“ You notice her voice getting softer, making you frown a little bit. „I know Jinxy. Don’t think about your past anymore, focus on the present. The Powder you were isn’t existing now. You’re Jinx and Powder is our little beautiful girl.“ You tried to light her mood up a little and you succeeded, Jinx smiled at your words. „Yes.“ She agreed with you and Isha crawled over to Jinx, hugging her tightly as a little yawn left her.

„Someone looks tired huh? Let’s get you to sleep.“ Jinx mentioned, Isha nodding while rubbing her eyes. You were busy rocking the baby to sleep while Jinx put Isha into bed. The past weeks you and Jinx made sure to make the hideoud ‚baby proof‘ putting up walls on the edges of the giant fan so none of the two girls would ever fall. Especially when Powder will start crawling one day. Better be prepared sooner than later. You even managed to create rooms in there so everyone had their little privacy. Everything was just perfect now.

Powder was finally asleep as well and you made sure to carefully and quietly put her into her baby bed, pulling the blanket over the little figure with a bright smile.

Once both kids were in bed sleeping, you and Jinx finally had their alone time. You both being in your bedroom as you got ready for bed but there was something on Jinx’s mind, you could clearly tell. „Is everything okay my love?“ You asked as you undid her braids, feeling there was something off. „I am good don’t worry. I am very happy and still I can’t figure out how I deserved this…how I deserved you, Isha and Powder. You can’t imagine how happy that makes me, having a family…“ You heard her voice crack in the end of her sentence, she was crying but this time out of happiness which made your eyes tear up as well. „You make me the happiest too.“ You said as you hugged her from behind, now nuzzling into her open, soft blue hair, inhaling her scent. You loved your girlfriend so much it was hard to describe it sometimes.

Jinx shifted, moving a little bit to face you before crashing her lips on yours, both of you kissing each other deeply and with so much love. It turned you on a little when she moved her tongue inside if your mouth, exploring every inch and playing with your tongue, you gave in with a hum, letting her dominate the kiss as you let yourself completely fall, letting her hands slip under your shirt and move up to your breasts, gently squeezing them which made you moan softly. „Jinx…“ You hum softly, breaking the kiss. She looked at you with a lustful gaze, making you blush. „We don’t need our clothes now do we?“ You said with a chuckle and in no time both of you got rid if your clothes, Jinx pushing you down on the bed as she hovers over you, her lips finding your neck, leaving hickeys and little bites on your sensitive skin, making you gasp and moan as you ran your hand into her hair. „Fuck…you know how to make me weak do you?…“ You whispered close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she then pulled back to look into your eyes. „Of course I know what my baby likes…“ She said with a smirk before continuing her work down your chest, starting to play with your breasts which obviously got bigger after having your child, giving her more space to leave hickeys and once she started flicking her tongue over your sensitive nipple, you let out another soft moan.

„I love you…“ You mumble under your breath, chuckling a little bit when her sweet soft kisses up your neck tickled you until she reached for your lips again. „I love you too.“ Jinx said in between soft little pecks on your lips. Your hands move down along her sides, enjoying to feel her body. Your hand reached down to her shaft, gently moving your hand up and down, wanting to make her feel good too. She moaned softly as well now as she felt the pleasure from your hand rubbing her shaft, her hips automatically jerking forward. „Fuck…“ She cursed under her breath. „P-Please rub it against me…“ You begged and of course Jinx won’t deny you. Your hands move back to wrap around her neck as she teased you with the tip first and then rub it between your wet folds, both of you humming softly at the good feeling. „Yes…good girl let me get it nice and wet for you before I fuck you.“

Her words made you feel even more turned on, moaning once she finally moved inside, thrusting her hips back and forth inside of you, making you moan more loudly. Jinx leaning down to shut you up with a kiss. „Shh…baby not so loud you will wake up the kids.“ She mumbled against your lips with a chuckle. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet as she fucked you, her hands reaching for yours intertwining your fingers as she wanted to hold you, your legs wrapping around her waist. Both of you had intense eye contact, looking at each other with so much love and passion as soft moans left both of your lips, your pussy clenching around her cock after a while, making her feel you were about to cum soon. „Is my baby close huh? Good. Cum for me my love.“ She cooed before letting go of your hands, sitting up as she grabbed your hips before pounding inside of you in a fast pace, making you moan out, immediately biting down on your lower lip hard as you noticed you got a little too loud again, shutting yourself up. The view of Jinx pounding into you with her beautiful long blue hair hanging down her chest and a few strands of hair along her face, it was just so sexy it drove you over the edge, making you reach your orgasm as your cunt pulsed around her, legs shaking.

Jinx immediately leaned down again after you ride out your orgasm, kissing you deeply and passionately. „Shh…it’s okay. You did so well..“ She whispered against your lips, you slowly calming down from your high, knowing you still had to get her off. „Hnn…we are not done yet, let me make you cum.“

She pulled out of you, you getting on your knees as you positioned yourself so you were ready to suck her off. Your tongue gently swirling around her tip before taking her cock into your mouth, making her moan and grab your hair as you kept moving, taking her cock deep down your throat as you kept yourself steady by holding her hips. „O-Oh fuck…yes just like that baby…I am so close fuck…“ She said in between her moaning, instinctively moving her hips, accidentally making you choke on her as she finally came as well, releasing her cum inside your mouth. Of course you made sure to swallow it all, smirking once you pulled away and looked up at her as you were panting softly.

„God…I love you so much.“ Jinx said before cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply.

You both were so in love it was hard to describe into words but your actions already showed enough. Soon you and Jinx made yourself comfortable as you fell asleep in each others arms, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

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Should I make more parts of this Series? Do you like it? 👀

[sakachichi]

I just rewatched demon slayer and re-read painter of the night and got the biggest brain explosion ever 😛 so now I’ll let my brain juices flow 😁

Imagine!Suguru in his gojo-kesa, he’s the son of a prestigious family. Everyone knows them, they’re one of the nicest noble families in Japan — so kind they let the poor live under their roof until they get a good job. Suguru is their only son of course and takes after his parents nice character, he’s soooo charming and modest everyone fawns over him, so many people had tried to get their daughters married off to him but he kindly refuses.

Until you came along, he’s always know about you, he knows about everyone — but you…you are the main person he focuses on. And you are so oblivious to him, everywhere you go he’s there, almost lurking around but at the same time making himself known. From time to time he’ll say hi and you’ll greet him back with the most beautiful brightest smile known to man, and he practically melts. Gosh to have you wrapped around his finger, he would give up everything for you.

When the summer festivals came around you were out with your friends, having such a blast and he was alone. ‘How can someone so kind be alone?’ You asked yourself before leaving your friends behind to be with Suguru.

“May I accompany you my lord?” Your voice so soft and sweet, it’s like music to he ears. He couldn’t help but smile and nod, “yes of course”. His plan worked. He came alone for a reason.

Suguru made it his mission to woo you that very same day, make you fall for him so hard you’ll forget about every other man that has and will ever exist. Engaging in your silly conversations, chucking at your clumsy behavior as you trip over nothing, holding your hand in the process. His face glued with concern as he asks you if you’re ok, your eyes twinkle at his politeness. He’s charmed you already.

Everything you would point at he would buy, you left the festival with him carrying you on his back, and holding everything he bought you as well. Your hands felt his strong shoulders, behind his thick clothes he muscles were still so prominent. He’s so strong, it makes you bite your lip as try not let out a girlish giggle. “Lord Suguru…how’d you get so strong?” You ask innocently, a wide grin molds onto his pretty pink lips

“Hmm let’s see, well for starters I eat good, and I do lots of exercise” he replied, mindlessly his hands find their way to yours, his thumbs caressing your hands but you didn’t seem to notice, it felt almost normal to you.

“Oooh I see” you hum, smiling softly. Your falling for him so hard, your pupils turning into heart shapes as he continues to talk about something, you really didn’t pay attention to anything he was saying — just starting at his breath taking side profile.

“Alright, here we are” he grunts as he carefully sets you down, patiently waiting for you to gather yourself. “Would you like me to help you with your things, my lady?” He politely asked, slightly holding up his hands. You hesitate, your father would cry out if he saw you with a man, especially if your not getting married to him. Your hands were already full with even more of your things, you sigh as you slightly panic.

Whats their to worry though? It’s night time, your parents are fast asleep. And he’ll just be in and out, right?

Sure…

Guyyyyssss I’ve been obsessed with everything old, ykwim? 😭 yall should see my Pinterest 😵‍💫🤚 but anyways ways yes, I was eating my snack and this popped into my head, yk when u finish watching something you lwky start to act or think the way the characters do? That happened to me lol, and I was like what better person to do this with than Suguru Geto the king himself 😻😻 honestly I would finish rn but I’m quite literally lazy ash 🤧

Part 2 thoooo????? Or nah 👀👅

[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

[mytardisiscoolerthanyours]

Cold (A Jason Todd Fic)

Batman (DCU) - Jason Todd (Robin) Fic

Summary: Jason wakes up in his room, but everything is different. He can't remember how he got there or what happened, but something is wrong. His body is cold, and everyone is acting differently. On top of that, they're all ignoring him. Everyone but Tim.

His room was cold.

The manor was always cold. It was an old house full of drafts and cold spots. A symptom of age and the loss of too many of its inhabitants, they lingered. This cold felt different, though. It wasn't drafty or chilled. It was a shiver that ran straight down to his bones and stayed there. It felt as if he were made of ice.

Why was it so cold?

He was in his bed, but the covers weren't around him. They lay folded neatly under his body. He didn't remember how he got there. Though that wasn't unusual. Jason developed a bad habit of falling asleep around the manor. Bruce often had to carry him to bed if he fell asleep doing his mission reports in the cave. But Bruce always made sure to cover him.

The routine started early on after Jason came to the manor. Jason would find himself fighting sleep somewhere that wasn't his bed, and inevitably, he would crash. Bruce would bring him back to his room, tuck him in with warm blankets, and stay just a few minutes to make sure he was ok.

It might have been a symptom of the nightmares and fits Jason had when he first arrived at the manor— Bruce's watchful eye. When Jason was still adjusting, Bruce often found him curled up in a blanket on the floor, the bed being too soft after years of sleeping on the ground. Jason hated the bed at first, a representation of all he lacked, the life his mother couldn't provide him. He sometimes hated Bruce, too, for having so much while he had to survive with so little.

Time helped to heal those wounds. Jason started to sleep in the bed. He felt safe enough around the manor to nap and find sleep in less familiar places, too. Most of the time, he would fall asleep in Bruce's big leather chair in the cave. The echoing ceilings and soft sounds of distant water often lulled him to sleep.

And each time, Bruce would dutifully carry him from his spot and back to his room, remembering to wrap the blanket tightly around him. Reminding him that he was safe, he would stay warm, and that he was loved. Bruce was never the best with his words, but his actions spoke for him.

So why was he lying on top of the covers, and more importantly, why was he still in his Robin uniform?

Jason sat up and looked around the room. It was his bedroom, unchanged since the last time he saw it — probably yesterday. However, he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Something was different… something had changed.

He stood and walked toward his bookshelf, the familiar sight calmed his racing mind. The shelf was full of memories — and books, but mostly memories. Every birthday, holiday, or special event in Jason's life at the manor is paired with a book. Bruce had quickly discovered Jason's love for literature when his eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sight of the home library on their first tour.

Since day one, Bruce had gone out of his way to find books for Jason. He wanted him to feel safe, cared for, and most importantly, wanted. He had gotten the first one during his first Christmas at the manor — a signed copy of Robin Hood — and another on his birthday, a first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice, written by "A Lady." He had those sealed in protective cases. They were priceless.

His others he had collected later on. One for his first day of school, academic achievements, and even his first night as Robin. Bruce made sure Jason had a book for each.

He smiled at the books, running his finger lightly along the front of the shelf, reading the titles as he went. He organized them in chronological order, from his first day up until now. He paused when he got to the third book down. The shelf felt weird, almost tingly against his finger.

He couldn't feel the smooth finish of the mahogany wood, instead, it felt like his hand had fallen asleep, and pins and needles were sticking into the tips of his fingers. He shook his hand out and let it rest next to him. He must have slept on it weird.

He moved on from the shelf and towards his desk. He remembered leaving a few case files out to check on when he was last here. He had been planning to bring Bruce a case on some robberies happening in Crime Alley. He was tired of Bruce ignoring that part of town, and he felt like he was old enough to contribute now. But the files were gone. Alfred must have cleaned up while he was out on patrol.

He took a look around the room again, that weird feeling pricking at the back of his neck. There was something off. The room felt cold. Not the cold that was still seeping deep into his bones, but a different kind. A sad kind. He felt like he was missing something.

Bruce would tell him to take a step back, remember the facts. It was one of the first things he learned as Robin. Their first case wasn't as smooth as Bruce had hoped for Jason's introduction. It was meant to be a simple stakeout — watch the perp and grab him when he left his apartment. But Jason was new, sloppy, and the goon saw them. He managed to escape and clear out before they could catch him. Bruce taught him how to be a detective that night. Take stock, learn the facts, remember your training.

They managed to catch the goon the next night. Jason got an early release of Sherlock Holmes as a reward. His first case.

His brain seemed foggy now, though. He couldn't remember everything that happened. He knew he had woken up in his bed, he was still in his costume, it was unusually cold, and… dark. Very dark. He looked around and noticed new curtains in his room. When had he gotten those?

The windows were framed with thick black curtains. Ones that helped to keep the cold out in the winter. He knew it was night, from the quiet in the house, but these seemed to block even the smallest sliver of light from coming through. It was summer. Why had Alfred hung these?

He reached forward and touched the fabric. The tingling in his fingers erupted as his finger grazed the fabric, sending a shock running up his arm. What the hell?

He tried again, the shock again running up his arm, raising goose bumps along his skin from his gloved hand up to the sleeve of his shirt. He pushed through the feeling and nudged the curtain to the side, exposing only a small shred of light that poured in from the moon.

There was snow on the ground. Flurries fell from the sky and landed softly onto the grass, blanketing the manor yard in a bright white. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying, because it was summer.

Jason went to sleep in the summer. He remembered because he finally convinced Bruce to play catch with him in the yard. He had been so busy with Wayne Industries and Batman, they hadn't had time yet to do their annual game of catch. Neither was a big fan of baseball, but this was one tradition they created to bring in the warm summer days. They had done it every year since Jason moved in, and as far as he can remember, they had their game yesterday.

So why is there snow on the ground?

Panic seeped into Jasons body, cold sweat broke out on his already cold skin, while a deep unexpected heat swarmed in his belly and began to spread out to his limbs. His eyes widened, looking back around his room, more frantic, more calculating. His mind was racing.

The room was clean, but that wasn't unusual. Alfred always snuck in to clean when Jason was away. He hated the mess, even though he promised that it was Jason's room and he could keep it how he liked. But no, the mess was gone. It was different, almost pristine. Everything was arranged exactly how he liked it. Perfect, almost like a shrine.

He rushed to the door, he had to find Bruce. He would know what was going on. He was probably down in the cave filling in the reports that Jason fell asleep doing. He felt tingling erupt through his entire body as he passed the doorway, running full tilt down the familiar hallway.

He raced down the manor steps, rounding the banister as he skidded through the foyer and made his way to the office at the end of the hall. The arms on the large grandfather clock were already in position. The clock body was already swung open and away from the wall, leaving the passageway to the cave ajar.

He slipped through and raced down the steps. Bruce, he just needed to find Bruce. He would explain everything. He would fix this. He had to. He always knew what to do. Jason's mind continued to race, thoughts flying past as he tried to rationalize what he didn't understand. What he knew was wrong.

He froze as his foot touched the last step. Bruce was at the computer, like he expected, but he wasn't alone. There was a young boy, no older than he was, sitting next to him on the console. He was dressed in a bright red and green costume with yellow boots. A Robin costume. He had black hair and sad blue eyes. He sat rigid and waiting as Bruce hunched over a file on the desk. There was no warmth here, it was colder than his room.

He watched from his step as Bruce mumbled something low, and the boy nodded. Everything about the Robin was stiff. He sat with a tall, straight back, muscles tense and ready for… something. He looked about ready to crawl out of his skin. He must be new.

And Bruce sat hunched forward, not allowing Jason to see his face. It didn't matter, though, because Jason could see the change as if he were looking at him up close. His body language was defensive. More guarded, rougher, wilder. This Bruce, his Bruce(?), was wrong. Mournful and sad, not gentle and patient. The boy's body and his reaction to Bruce as he spoke said it all; this Bruce was different.

He chanced a step further, needing to figure out what was happening. Why was everything different? He walked silently, more silently than he ever had in the cave, towards the men. He needed to get a better look.

The cave looked different. Why was everything different? The lights were lower. It looked more eerie and less inviting. The gymnastics mats that him and Dick had laid out were gone. Towering glass cases holding their costumes stood there instead. Bruce's Batman costume stood proudly in the middle, menacing even while on a mannequin. Next to it was a younger Robin's suit, his suit. A small plaque lay at its base, though he didn't stop to read the description as a third costume caught his eye. It was the Nightwing costume, but it changed. It no longer housed the frills and deep V shape that reminded Jason of 70s music; instead, it was a sleek black leotard. It looked as tight as his Robin costume was, but it had long sleeves and pant legs. The only color on the costume was a bright blue bird across the chest.

What was happening? Was Jason in a coma? How can everything be so different?

A deep voice rose behind him, causing him to turn quickly back toward Bruce and the unknown Robin. A new figure was there, dressed in an identical Nightwing costume to the one he saw in the case. The man was taller, much taller than he remembered Dick being last time he saw him. He must have been in his late teens. That couldn't be right.

His voice even sounded different. Colder, older. Not the brother he remembers.

They had finally started to get along. It was a hard adjustment for them both. Dick had gone through so much but had been willing to try and get to know his new brother. Jason, however, was rough around the edges and untrusting. It led to a brief attempt to get along, and then an unspoken agreement to stay out of each other's way.

Jason had started to warm up, though. They managed to patrol together sometimes and Dick seemed to be willing to try again. They had just patrolled together the night before —Dick promised to teach Jason how to do a double backflip.

But there's Dick, at least two or three years older. And there was another Robin. Not Jason.

He tried to call out to the group, but his throat was tight. It felt like he hadn't taken a breath in a while. It hurt.

He walked toward them instead, reaching out to touch Bruce. Let him know he was there. Demand an explanation. As he neared, he could hear their voices, arguing. Bruce's voice was rough and cold. Closer to a growl than his actual voice.

He pushed forward, still, and reached high to touch Bruce's shoulder. The tingling erupted down his arm, more powerful than before. More painful. He pulled his arm back, clutching it to his chest as though he had been shocked. Bruce still hadn't noticed he was there.

He tried again, more frantic this time. He felt invisible, and he needed Bruce to know he was there. He reached again, pushing through the pain. It grew stronger the closer he got to his father, mounting and prickling, poking his skin like needles as he reached. He was so close, and finally, his hand went numb, falling through Bruce's back. Right into his shoulder as though he were made of smoke.

Jason blanched, ripping his arm back, clutching it, and cradling it near his body. He still couldn't feel anything. It was completely numb. Bruce had been teaching him not to swear as much, but what the fuck was happening?

His father stiffened and turned, looking over in Jason's direction. Had Jason gotten his attention? He straightened, hoping Bruce would see him and smile, explain it was all a joke. But his father turned, looked toward Jason, and then right through him. Like he wasn't there at all.

He didn't understand, or at least he didn't want to. But then he did, because in that moment, clarity struck. The haze that had filled his mind since he woke cleared, and he remembered. He remembered it all.

He had died.

He had gone to Ethiopia, looking for his mother. He didn't know why now. He had Bruce, and Dick, but he had felt empty. The knowledge that the woman who raised him had not been his mother ate away at him until he had to do something about it. He had gone to Ethiopia, but instead of meeting his mother, he found the Joker.

He had tried to escape. He used every trick Batman had taught him, but in the end, he was still young, and the Joker was strong. He had hoped Bruce would come for him, prayed to Gods he wasn't sure he believed in, but inevitably, he ran out of time. He remembered the cold realization when he saw that the timer would end before he made it to the door. Thankfully, he didn't remember the bomb going off.

He looked at Bruce's haggard face as he scanned the room, looking for the source of the cold breeze on his shoulder. He could see the grief and pain written plain as day. Haunting. He saw the hardened walls that Bruce had built around himself that had never been there before. This wasn't his father, it was a shell. And he understood. This was his fault… he had caused Bruce to be like this.

He would have stayed looking at Bruce forever if it weren't for the gasp that came from his right. He turned abruptly to see two large eyes staring directly at him, looking at him. Seeing him. The same eyes that remained hidden behind a black mask. Eyes that belonged to the child wearing his suit. Robin. His replacement.

"Can you see me?" Jason asked, holding back his hope. His voice sounded gruff and angry. The epitome of a dark and vengeful spirit. He knew he was dead; he was sure of it. But he was still here, still aware. Time had passed and changes had been made, but he was here. Robin could see him. He could still have hope.

The new boy wonders eyes widened at Jason's voice. Jason could see the recognition in the boy's eyes. Recognition of what, he wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for sure: he had heard him. A quick nod was the only response he received as the boy shifted his attention back to Bruce, who had begun barking instructions towards the boys.

Jason jumped in front of the boy again, demanding attention now. Everything was changing and nothing made sense, but he knew if he lost this opportunity to get help from "the other side," he would be screwed.

"You don't get to ignore me, replacement, you hear me?" Jason's voice echoed in his ears, quiet in the cave but loud in his head. "I don't know what is happening, but you're the only one that can see me and I need your help figuring this shit out."

He waved his hand in front of Robin's face, trying to pull his attention from Bruce, but the boy was rigid. His eyes remained on the older man as he barked orders and criticised their patrol from the night. He was harsh in pointing out areas that Robin had failed in and remarked on how sloppy Nightwing was during the robbery they had stopped. Dicks face remained cold, unreadable, so different from the smiling boy he remembered.

He huffed crossed his arms, this Bruce was being a real dick, and on top of that he was being ignored.

Jason slumped back against the computer console next to the boy. He wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, not now that he knew someone could help him. Not now that he wasn't alone.

He would figure his way out of this, and that imposter Robin would help. This would not be the end of Jason Todd.

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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.”

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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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Lost to the Skies: Part 3

A Bob Floyd x Reader mini series

Warnings: Lots of Fluff and Angst, Sexual Themes, Sadness and Loss, Tragedy, Alcohol, Swearing

Masterlist

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18+ Only

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Part 3: A Tragedy

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You and Bob wrote to one another as often as possible, and he called when he was able to.




You spoke to Nat often, but hadn’t heard a word from Rooster since the day he stormed off your porch.




It had been 4 months, and it was only 2 more months if they didn’t get extended before they got home, and you were absolutely itching for the day you could kiss Bob again.




You missed everyone, you longed for a proper hang out with Nat, and to try and repair things with Rooster. You just wanted things to go back to normal, at least as much normal as they could be.




You relationship had only gone from strength to strength over the last few months. You and Bob had somehow really gotten to know one another through your letters, and they really were love letters, each of them folded neatly in your bedside drawer.




“My dearest, beautiful Y/N,




We’ve been apart for 3 months but it feels like an eternity. Every day the thought of coming home to you gets me through the hardships we face and the war zones we encounter. I wish I could tell you more about my day to day, but just know that the idea of you fills me with the strength to see it through.




In the mornings the first thing I think about is you and how I long to hold you again. At night I fall asleep thinking and dreaming about you and your body against mine. I have never felt such love before, and it physically pains me when I realise we’re only halfway through deployment and that I have to wait another lifetime to see you.




In other news, Rooster still hasn’t spoken a word to me, and most days he sits alone. I promise I am doing everything I can to repair this, but I don’t regret a thing. I would do it all over again a thousand times just to be able to hold you again.




I am utterly, unequivocally, painfully in love with you, princess. I cannot wait to show you just how much when I’m home.







Love,

Your Bobby.”







You were excitedly getting ready for your scheduled face time with Bob that afternoon, making sure you looked perfect to remind him what waited for him when he returned, eagerly trying to pass the time.




You watched the clock and finally as it struck 4pm, you sat on your couch and waited, battery fully charged.




5 minutes passed but you chalked it up to scheduling issues, and waited eagerly, impatiently scrolling through tv channels on mute.




4:30pm came and went, and still no phone call. You started to worry, but figured again there may be scheduling issues, and that he would call when he could, so you busied yourself around the house with your phones volume on loud.




By 7pm you really became worried. Bob would never forget, he made every call exactly as scheduled without fail, ever the punctual gentleman.




Frustratingly, you had no way to check, so you eventually went to bed around 10pm and hoped he’d call you the next day.




The next day, you checked your phone as soon as you woke up. Nothing.




The rest of the day passed much the same, and every time your phone went off, your heart jumped excitedly, only to deflate when you realised it wasn’t him.




A week went by without word, and you struggled to focus on work, so much so your boss sent you home for the day. You decided to visit the military base’s visitors centre in the hopes they could find out what was happening.




You pulled up to the gates and filled in a visitors form before parking up and walking inside, making a beeline for the woman at the desk.




“Hello.” You said, out of breath. “I was hoping to find out about someone who’s been deployed, I just wanted to check if he’s ok.”




The woman nodded and clicked on her computer, “Sure honey, what’s his name and status?”




You confirmed his name and that he was a WSO and his deployment details that you knew.




The woman typed into her computer and had a look, scouring the screen behind her glasses. Her eyes flitted to you for a second, suddenly serious.




“And what’s your name and relationship to him, honey?”




You confirmed your full name, “and I’m… his girlfriend, I guess.”




The woman looked over the details on the computer, her eyes nervously flicking to you ever so often.




You held your breath.




“I’m really sorry darling, your details haven’t yet been added to his authorised list, or to his emergency contact, so we can’t release any information at the moment. I’m sure someone will contact you shortly.” She said apologetically.




You knew Bob likely had not had time to add you to the approved contact list, but her words made you worry. “Contact me shortly? Has something happened?”




The woman took a deep breath, “I’m afraid I can’t release that information.”




You left the centre a bundle of nerves and in a daze, barely remembering the drive home, and spent the rest of the day writing letters to post to Nat and Rooster.




The next day you sent the letters, and waited eagerly for a response, hoping one of them could shed some light on the situation.




When another month had passed and you still had not heard back, you tried to tell yourself that these letters could take a while to reach them and vice versa, and that it was likely they were actually just busy.




It was only another 2 weeks until they were due to return anyway, so you’d just try and keep your mind occupied until then, and everything would be ok.




You returned to work as normal and when people asked why you had been away, you lied and told them you had been sick. You forced a smile and got on with life as usual.




The return date had finally arrived and you eagerly got ready, impatiently waiting for 2pm.




You got to the docks early, securing a spot close to the end where they would be. You eyed the ocean and scanned up and down the horizon, waiting for something to appear. A tiny dot eventually emerged far away, and you watched as their ship appeared on the horizon and slowly made its way to you, as the docks began to fill up with people.




Your leg bounced anxiously and your heart thudded against your chest. You couldn’t wait to see their faces.




Finally after what felt like forever, the ship docked and the military men and women were allowed off, and your eyes searched the crowd for any familiar faces.




Eventually you spotted Nat, and she made eye contact, and you jumped up and waved at her excitedly. Nat, however, did not look excited to see you, her face a picture of sadness and anxiety, eyes red and puffy.




Behind her, Rooster whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, walking away from your direction. Rooster slowly walked through the crowd that had formed in front of you, his eyebrows pinched.




You forced a smile as he approached, your stomach twisting with nerves.




“Hey Roo.” You said softly. Part of you already knew what was coming. “Where… where’s Bob?”




Rooster’s shoulders slumped and his eyes moved from the ground to yours, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”




That was all he had to say. You felt your body grow hot as waves of nausea ran through you, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You began to shake before you really registered what was happening.




“Tell me. You have to say it.”




“Bob died, honey, he’s gone.”




Rooster wrapped you in his arms just as your knees gave out under you. “No.” You whimpered, and then the floods of tears took over, and you began to scream.




The crowd surrounding you knew what that meant, and sympathetic faces ushered others away, to give you space to breathe and grieve.




Rooster held you in his arms as you broke down on the ground. Nat, Javy, Jake and Reuben joined you, all had clearly also been crying. No one dared to bring up how Mickey was also missing, now was not the time.




Eventually you managed to ask what had happened, still lying on the floor half wrapped in Roosters arms. No one said anything.




You became angry and looked up at them and then at Rooster. “Bradley. Tell me.” You demanded through the tears.




“Bob and Fanboy were paired together for a mission, Phoenix was out sick with food poisoning-“ he began to explain, your eyes flitted up to Nat who was bawling and barely able to contain herself next to Jake.




Rooster continued, “They didn’t come back, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”




You spent the next few weeks in bed, heartbroken and unwilling to do anything. Nat ended up spending a few nights with you, also heartbroken having lost 2 of her closest friends, and knowing had she not been sick, that would have been her.




One day, you and Nat hibernated in your bed, hoodies pulled over your faces to shield your eyes from the light, splitting headaches from all the crying had you feeling quite sensitive to stimuli, when there was a knock on your door.




You didn’t move, quite keen to ignore whoever it was, so Nat got up and made her way to the door.




A couple minutes later she returned with Rooster.




“Hey, kid.” He said softly from the door.




You half heartedly lifted a hand and then let it fall back onto the bed, not even sure you had the energy to say hello.




Rooster sighed, “Nat, can I get a minute with Y/N?”




“Yeah,” she nodded, eyes puffy, “I should get home anyway. Call me if you need anything.”




You waved goodbye to Nat and Rooster climbed onto the bed next to you.




“You okay?” He asked.




“I’m fine.” You responded softly, removing the hoodie from your face, “can’t you tell?”




Rooster let out a soft chuckle, “Your sense of humour’s back, that’s a good thing right?”




You burst into tears suddenly, something you’d been doing at random moments over the last few weeks.




“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Come here.” Rooster cooed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him.




You sobbed into his t-shirt, the smell of the beach on his clothes slowly calming you down.




Eventually you sniffled away your last tear and sighed frustratedly, “I’m never gonna feel normal again, am I?”




Rooster sighed and gave you a little squeeze, “When my mom died, I thought I’d never feel normal again. The pain never goes away, but it does become manageable, and there will be days where you will feel normal. Eventually you’ll have more good days than bad, kid.”




You nodded, “Thanks, Roo.” You made no move to get up off of him, quite comfortably tucked under his arm.




“I’m always here for you if you need me, you know what right?”




You did know, you could tell that he really cared about you, despite having hurt him in the past. He was there for everyone despite also grieving the loss of his friends.




You decided, even if just for Roosters sake, you were going to pull yourself together and try to be there for him and for everyone else that was hurting.




The next 6 months passed, and the pain you felt began to subside a bit, but was always there as a painful reminder of what you had lost.




In the beginning you were furious no one called you to tell you what had happened, but you remembered that as you weren’t on his emergency contact list, they weren’t allowed to disclose that to you, and over time the anger also subsided.




You began hanging out with the squad more, and spending quality time with Nat, and as a group you mourned, and as a group you healed.




You could tell Rooster still had feelings for you, but you weren’t quite ready to move on yet. It was nice to have him around, and you enjoyed his company, so one day when he built up the courage to ask you for dinner, you made it clear you were nowhere near ready to date again, but you would love to have dinner as friends.




Rooster picked you up that night, and told you how beautiful you looked in your flowery dress. You thanked him and made a joke that his shirt matched your dress, and the drive to the restaurant was pleasant.




If Rooster was nervous, he didn’t make it obvious, and it made you feel better about the night ahead. If we wasn’t nervous, surely it wasn’t a date.




The restaurant was packed but Rooster had reserved a nice little table close to the edge of the room, out of the hustle and bustle of the busy patrons.




“This place is great, how did you find it?” You asked, commenting on how beautiful the ocean looked outside of the windows, even in the dark.




“A friend recommended it, apparently the pasta is to die for.” He brushed a hand nervously through his hair.







You knew it took a lot for him to get over what had happened and to ask you to dinner, and you felt bad he was so nervous, you stretched out a hand and squeezed his, “I know exactly what I’m getting then. Thank you for taking me out, Roo. I needed this.”




You chatted for an hour as you drank and ate, laughing and genuinely enjoying each others company, feeling better than you had in a while, but then suddenly, just before dessert, Rooster, who had previously been staring at the way the moon refracted against the sea, stood from his seat, pale as a sheet.




“Sorry kid, I… I’ll be right back.” He stammered, quickly disappearing into the busy restaurant.




You watched him go, hoping he was ok. Maybe he’d eaten something bad, or the pasta wasn’t to his liking.




Your eyes slowly scanned the restaurant as you turned your head back to the table, smiling at all the happy couples and so wishing you felt the same, but also glad you were gradually beginning to feel better.




Your eyes swept briefly over the big windows facing the bay, the moonlight glistening but otherwise pitch black. You looked back at the table but immediately did a double take as your brain registered what you had just seen, or what you thought you’d seen.




You stared out the window for a while, trying to spot it again. Nothing.




You shook your head and folded your fingers together, resting your chin against them while you waited for Rooster to get back, the noise of the restaurant doing little to sooth your suddenly frazzled nerves.




You glanced out of the window again, and your heart jolted as you saw it once more. Unsure if you were imagining things, you got up out of your seat and cupped your hands against the glass, peering through them.




It was pitch black, and you sighed. You pulled away, but just then, almost as if teasing you, you saw it.




The glint of a pair of military grade glasses looking back at you from the darkness.




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- Saved At Sea: A Sequel Coming Soon -

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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??

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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.

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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

[snowball-doie]

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

[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}

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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..

[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