#wyatt smut

[lost-inthedream]

Hannah, how about morning sex with onf? (just an idea) ^^

Sorry for the long wait, my love. This came out so so soft. I hope you enjoy it!

They will be back soon!!!

Morning sex with ONF

Mostly how they start morning sex

Pairing: ONF x female reader

Warnings: bad language, semi-sonmo (with assumed consent), mentions of oral, mentions of penetration, mentions of masturbation

Bonus song rec: HOMESWEETHOME, by Yerin Baek

➹Hyojin:

It usually starts with him refusing to get up and not letting you go. "What can be better than staying here with your man?" Is there any reasonable reason? Anyways, sometimes, you all just stay in bed for way too long.

Hyojin tightened his grip on your wrist after you insisted on leaving his side. Even though it was evident that he was fully awake, he started arguing that he needed more time and you certainly needed it too. He kissed your inner wrist with closed eyes, methodically going up your arm. " Also, you know I can eat pussy so well" he whispered against your shoulder.

"Boy, it's 9 AM" you chuckled, not sure whether he was truly down for it. The only thing he wanted was you lying back, right? You rested your body on the mattress, intrigued to see where that was leading you all to.

"Can I?" he asked brushing his nose on yours and delicately pulling on your waistband.

➹J-Us (Seungjun):

It starts with the two of you waking up very close. Your leg circling his waist and his face onto your neck/breasts.

He regained his conscience and nuzzled you awake. "Babe, you smell so good. Am I in a garden?"

You roused muddled, his voice calmly saying you were in his arms. It was so warm there, his breath tickled you in a good way. "G' morning, Jun" you murmured, still feeling your neck being sniffed by your boyfriend.

He alternated nose rubs and pecks all over your neck and jaw until he wanted more of you. Red patterns took your sensitive skin over and his skilled hands had pulled your strap top down. You did not even feel that coming, yet your nipples were between his fingers.

➹E-Tion (Changyoon):

You know it when you all will be making love in the morning by the kisses he traces down on your back. He never wakes you up harshly but when he is in a mood, he becomes mischievous.

The kisses he gifted you were indecent, they were noisy and it seemed like he was trying to save a melting popsicle. You woke up with your shirt rolled up and his sensual presence to arouse you. "My love," you whimpered "what do you want from me?"

"Is this bad?" he promptly asked just to turn back to his conduct because he knew the answer you would give him.

"On the contrary" you just formalize half moaning the words. Changyoon slowly laid on top of you, deliciously crashing you onto the mattress. His erection settled right between your butt cheeks while his mouth stood close to your ear "I want you so bad, let me be inside you"

➹Wyatt (jaeyoung):

On most occasions, it starts with you. You see him sleeping and even though he holds the prettiest pout, his arms are so damn bulky that it makes you curse in your head.

You kissed him good morning and whispered sweet nothings so he woke up smiley. "Please, more kisses" he requested low, in a way that have your mind speeding up. You need to hear his lazy moans in your ear.

You do as he asked for, lingering your lips on the corner of his own before saying your plea. "I wanna make love to you". He chuckled and leisurely grabbed you by the middle in order to bring you closer. His leg easily slid between yours and he started to suck on your shoulder. That had you hyperventilate in no time, like a fool. "Jaeyoung..."

A deep grunt reverberated from him every time you gasped his name. You hated the way he got you out of your mind before you could do anything. Even your hips moved by themselves so your folds rubbed against his leg.

➹MK (Minkyun):

It starts with him pretending he does not want you to wake up.

His nose brushed on your shoulder blade and he purred from time to time. You jerked a few times in your sleep so his heart fluttered in response but you were just slightly shifting position. He did not notice it but his grip around your waist tightened because of his anticipation.

After your hand stumbled from the pillow, you hooked one of his thumbs and forced his hand out of you. "Kyun, it hurts" you panted. The pout on his lips can be spotted in his voice. "Sorry, that wasn't my intention but... I'm in pain too"

You turned to face him the fastest you could, placing your face pretty close to his. Your eyes could not stay open while he admired your face with lust. "Tell me where it hurts?" you asked, starting to get concerned.

"Angel, it's my cock. I mean, I'm so hard" he confessed shamelessly.

➹Yuto (U):

You and he are so in tune that you often wake up both in a mood.

Your breathing was stable near his ear, so Yuto tried not to move. You hugged him as if he was a Teddy bear and your hand settled relaxed on his abdomen. He could not stop daydreaming about you stroking his member as the sunlight gifted your lazy bodies.

Once you woke up and found out he was killing time by playing with your fingers, you caressed his torso upwards, feeling every inch of him. "Gotta get up now, babe?" you asked.

"I don't have anything to do, plus wanna stay with you longer" he replied, letting you continue to palm him, though his touch slightly guided your massage down his shorts. With your delicate hand, you slid his waistband down and clutched his half-hard shaft.

[atomic-raunch]

Wendy Wyatt taken by Edmund Leja in his wonderfully tiled bathroom

[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

TAG LIST - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[zegrasdrysdale]

Wyatt Johnston request!!

Y/n giving Wyatt some birthday "fun" celebrations after Wyatt was on a hatty watch and for winning game 4 on his birthday....smut included please

[ it’s supposed to be fun turning 21 ] w. johnston

paring : Wyatt Johnston x fem!reader

summary : the boys take Wyatt out after the game 4 win for his 21st birthday. Wyatt’s girlfriend goes with him but she has her own celebration plans in store for Wyatt that might not be able to wait until they get back to the hotel

warning(s) : smut ! oral (m receiving), drunk sex, semi public sex, bathroom sex, p in v unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), alcohol consumption and drunkenness

author’s note : got these two requests and i decided to combine them since they were so similar :)) enjoy bc i very much got carried away (pls pretend i posted this around wyatt’s birthday bc it’s sooo late but i started writing it on his birthday )

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She knew before his first goal that it was a special game since it's the night before Wyatt's 21st birthday. She's been waiting months for this night since she turned 21 in December. It makes tonight even better that Dallas is playing in game four of the second round of the playoffs too.

Wyatt scores again in the second period and she is on her feet for the rest of the game just in case he gets the hatty. It would be the perfect way to end being 20. He gives the puck to Steel on an empty net attempt though and that’s the end of his last game at 20 years old.

That’s Wyatt. He could’ve had a hat trick in his last game as a 20 year old but he let Sam have his first goal of the playoffs instead. So selfless. That’s her boyfriend though and it’s one of the reasons she loves him.

She goes back to the hotel where the Stars are staying to wait for Wyatt. It’s not quite midnight in Colorado so they have to wait a little bit before taking Wyatt out.

She changes out of her borrowed stolen Stars jersey into something a little more bar friendly. The Stars jersey and leggings turns into a skintight black mini dress with thin straps and heels. The dress accentuates her curves and pushes her breasts up. She pulls out the double French braids that she had in to make her hair naturally wavy then touches up her makeup.

A key is used in the door and it’s pushes open about 30 minutes after she gets back to the hotel. She peeks her head out of the bathroom and watches Wyatt walk into the room. He isn’t alone. Pavs, Tyler, Jamie, Roope, Miro and Logan walk in with him. She smiles and walks out of the bathroom.

“Hi, handsome,” she says to get Wyatt’s attention. “Nice goals tonight.”

Wyatt looks up from his phone and smiles when he sees his girlfriend. “Like what you saw, pretty girl?” he asks as she approaches him.

“I’ve very much enjoyed all seven of your playoff goals this season,” she laughs. “And three last season. Good job at scoring ten playoff goals before turning 21.”

One of his hands falls to her waist and he pulls her flush against him before crashing their lips together. His other hand rests on her lower back and he dips her backward a bit. She smiles and cups his jaw with both her hands.

The kiss heats up and for a second, she forgets that six other people are in the room. It’s not until one of said other people clears his throat that she remembers that they’re not alone.

Wyatt breaks the kiss and looks at his teammates. She turns her own head to look at the other hockey players in the room.

“The six of you insisted that you come back to my room with me knowing she was here and I scored two goals tonight while also being the eighth player in NHL history to score 10 playoff goals before turning 21,” he says. “I apologize for getting a little carried away.”

“A little?” Tyler asks. “You were trying to eat her face, Johnny.” She giggles at Tyler’s comment and looks up at Wyatt. He stands her back up but doesn’t let her go.

Her boyfriend rolls his eyes and asks, “What time are we going out and who else is coming? There’s no way that it is just the six of you taking me out tonight. Not after the win.”

Jamie, who was typing away on his phone, says, “All the guys that can legally drink are coming, which I’m pretty sure it’s everyone once the clock strikes midnight in an hour.” The Stars captain looks at her. “You’re 21, right?”

“Turned 21 in December,” she explains.

“Good,” Jamie replies. “We leave at quarter of twelve so we are at the bar by midnight to buy Johnny here his first legal drink. I’m giving Pavs that honor, but I’m buying his second drink as his captain.”

The guys laugh then begin fighting over who else is going to buy Wyatt a drink. All she got from the entire argument is that Wyatt is going to get very drunk tonight and will be very hungover when they wake up for their early afternoon flight back to Dallas tomorrow.

In the forty minutes between when Wyatt got back to the room and when they leave, more Stars players make their way into the hotel room after showering or eating something. It’s not a very big room and there are nearly 20 grown men standing around. She spends the entire time in Wyatt’s arms or sitting on his lap to save some space.

At quarter of twelve, she and the Stars leave the hotel in the van that they all pitched in to rent so they don’t take the team bus to the bar. Pavs is the designated driver so they can make it back in one piece. Ten minutes later, the van arrives at a bar in downtown Denver.

Considering it’s a Monday night in the middle of May, the bar is very crowded. Maybe it’s people who went out to watch the game or maybe it’s people that decided to just go drinking on a Monday night. Either way, it’s very crowded and the music is loud. ESPN is on multiple TVs so the game was on at some point. Their group gets stared at as they find a large high top table to sit at.

Wyatt sits at the head of the table. She sits on one side of him and Pavs sits across from her. Tyler sits on the other side of her and Jamie is on the other side of Pavs.

A waitress walks up to the table with her pad and says, “I guess you’re all here to celebrate your win. I guess you’re also here for his birthday.” She nods at Wyatt. “You guys still have like three minutes before I can legally serve him a drink.”

Jamie speaks up. “Well, by the time the drinks get to the table, it’ll be midnight and he’ll be 21,” he comments.

“Touché,” she replies with a smile. “What can I get you guys?”

They go around the table and order their drinks. Pavs orders for Wyatt since technically, it’s not midnight yet and he can’t order his own drink. He’s got two minutes before he can do that. IDs are checked, including Wyatt’s to make sure he isn’t lying about turning 21 in a minute.

Then she’s off with their drink orders. Pavs has the first round.

Tyler is the first to acknowledge when the clock strikes midnight. He lets the entire bar know when he screams, “He’s 21!” Hoots, hollers, and happy birthdays sound from around the table. Wyatt turns a bright shade of red but has a huge smile on his face as he thanks his teammates.

She smiles at her birthday boy. Wyatt eventually looks at her. “Happy birthday, baby,” she says to him.

“Thank you, my pretty girl,” Wyatt replies.

She hops out of her seat so she can give Wyatt a hug. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and she pecks his jaw. “We have a lot to celebrate tonight,” she mumbles against his ear. “Just so you know.”

He looks down at her with a grin on his face. “I can’t wait.”

Their drinks all arrive about two minutes later. The guys all hold their drinks up and Jamie makes a little toast.

“To Wyatt Johnston’s 21st birthday,” he says. “He is just getting started. That being said, here’s to us going up in the series and being one game away from moving onto the next round. Let’s win it on Wednesday and make it to the Western Conference finals for the second year in a row.”

The boys cheers their drinks and take a sip. Wyatt downs his in a few chugs. Some of the guys are impressed and others are surprised. She gives Wyatt a knowing look so he can relax because it’s so obvious that he’s had drinks before.

Jamie orders a round of shots, and everyone orders their favorite shot. Tyler gets the round of drinks after that and everyone is two drinks and a shot deep already. They’ve been at the bar for maybe fifteen minutes, ten of those where Wyatt has been legal.

A couple of the single guys go and try to find a girl for the night, but it’s rough being a Dallas Star in Avalanche territory. She just laughs at their attempts as the alcohol she has been drinking begins to run through her veins.

An hour later, things are spinning even though she’s in a chair. She’s had four drinks and five shots. All were very strong and she doesn’t have the highest tolerance. Wyatt has a higher tolerance, or maybe it’s because he’s several inches taller than her and weighs more than she does.

Wyatt excuses himself to go get a drink at the bar. Her eyes linger on him as he weaves his way through the crowd to get his drink. She sips her drink as her eyes fall to his ass. It looks good in the dress pants he never got out of when he got back to the hotel after the game. The button up he’s wearing hugs his arms in the right places as he leans against the bar.

She crosses her legs as she imagines both articles of clothing on their hotel room floor while they celebrate the win and his birthday.

Suddenly, she isn’t sure if she’ll make it back to the hotel. The room gets hot very quickly and she presses her lips in a line. Her mind betrays her despite every attempt to stop thinking about her plans for when they leave the bar in a few hours.

He comes back with a handful of drinks for the table, including another drink for her since she was almost finished her drink when he walked away. Wyatt hands her the glass and her eyes focus on his hand around it. All she can think about is his fingers in her hair while his dick is in her mouth.

She really cannot stop thinking about Wyatt fucking her and she’s had enough. She needs him. Now. Not in a few hours when they leave.

“Wy,” she says to get his attention. He hums as he sips his new drink. “Wyatt.” He finally puts his glass down and looks at her. She glances around the table. “I, um … need to use the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”

“It’s back there,” Wyatt replies as he points over his right shoulder. “Big neon sign that says ‘restroom’. Can’t miss it.”

With a pout, she tries again. This time with intention in her voice. “Wyatt,” she sternly says. “Please come with me to the bathroom because there are so many people here right now and I don’t want to go alone.”

Wyatt turns his full attention to her and she raises her eyebrows. A lightbulb goes off in his head and he gets up from his seat. “Right, okay,” he stammers. “Let’s go.”

Happy that he finally got the idea, she hops down from her seat at the table and takes the hand that Wyatt offers her. Neither of them says a word to anyone at the table. They just walk toward the bathroom.

Luckily, it’s a single stall bathroom with a lock on the door. She checks her surroundings to make sure no one is looking before dragging Wyatt into the ladies room behind her.

She presses Wyatt against the door to shut it and clicks the lock so no one walks in. Wyatt takes her face in his hands and crashes their lips together in a heated kiss. He ravishes her mouth with his and it only makes things worse for her. She whines into his mouth and he swallows the sound.

It’s probably because she’s drunk, but she’s very turned on right now. With every kiss, she feels the need to cross her legs just for some pressure on her core.

Her fingers trail down his chest and torso until they land on the belt around Wyatt’s waist. Without looking, she undoes the clasp and unbuttons his pants. Wyatt groans when her hand slides into his boxers and wraps her hand around his hardening dick. With a flick of her wrist, she begins to pump his cock.

Wyatt hums before he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against her and pants, “Baby, I cannot come in these pants because I don’t know how much longer we will be out for and I don’t want to sit around with come in my pants.”

“No one said anything about coming in pants,” she says. Wyatt is about to say something but she drops to her knees on the tile floor of the bathroom before he could get a word out. It’s probably cleaner than the men’s bathroom floor but it’s still a bathroom floor.

She pulls his pants and boxers down until they pool at his ankles. His cock springs free and nearly hits her in the face. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as she takes him in her hand. Wyatt leans back against the door and mumbles something under his breath.

After a few slow pumps, she wraps her lips around the leaking tip. Wyatt’s fingers slide into her hair and he grips her locks very lightly as she takes him in her mouth. She is careful not to choke herself on his dick so she has to use her hand to make up some of what doesn’t fit in her mouth.

Wyatt lets out soft pants as she begins to suck him. The back of his head softly hit the door and he looks down at her with his eyes. “Fuck,” he sighs. “Never thought that I would see you on your knees for me in a bar bathroom.”

She pulls off of him and wipes away some saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “I would get on my knees for you literally anywhere,” she admits. Wyatt smiles and she wraps her lips around him again with a wink.

Soft pants pass Wyatt’s lips the closer he gets to his orgasm. His fingers run through her hair and she hums around him. One hand rests at the base of his dick and the other rests in his thigh above his knee to keep herself steady.

Heat pools at her core the longer she stays on her knees. She can only imagine what she looks like on her knees on the bathroom floor of a bar. Her knees do begin to hurt from the tile floor at some point but she tries to pay no mind to the pain.

She occasionally flicks her wrist to pump what she can’t fit in her mouth. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks since she knows that’s one of Wyatt’s favorite things. It causes a moan to pass Wyatt’s lips and he quickly covers his mouth with his hand in case anyone is outside the door.

The only time she alerts Wyatt to the fact that her knees hurt is when she shifts her weight and winces around his dick.

He looks down at her and asks, “Do your knees hurt?” She nods in response. “Come here, baby.” She pulls off his dick with a soft pop and slowly gets to her feet. Wyatt has her by the waist so she doesn’t stumble and fall.

When she’s fully on her feet and finds her balance, Wyatt leans down and kisses her deeply. His tongue parts her lips and she hums. Her hands find his hair and his hands slide down to her butt. Wyatt squeezes once then picks her up by the back of her thighs.

She squeals in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wyatt sets her down on the counter next to the sink. She leans against the mirror behind her but keeps her arms wrapped around his neck.

Wyatt smiles at her and wraps his pointer fingers into the thin straps of her dress. He’s always been a boob guy so this doesn’t surprise her at all. He leans into her and presses light kisses to her breasts. He gropes one while he gives attention to the other, then alternates. Moans pass her lips and she leans her head back against the mirror.

“Wyatt,” she whines. “I need you. Please, baby.”

He snaps his head up when she talks. “Oh, you’re so nerdy that you want me to fuck you in a bar bathroom,” he comments with a sly smirk on his face. “Being legal is great.”

She pushes his shoulder. “Wyatt Johnston, fuck me before I go find one of your single teammates who wouldn’t hesitate,” she blurts out. “Quit yapping.”

With a laugh, he pushes the bottom of her already short skirt over her butt so the entire dress sits around just her waist. “You’re all mine, pretty girl,” Wyatt tells her. “Your threat is nothing more than a bark. I fuck you too good for you to go find someone else.”

She rolls her eyes because she knows he’s right. She’ll always come back to him, no matter what.

He pushes her black lace panties over and she presses her lips into a line. She shivers when the cool air hits her wet core. She kicks off her shoes and puts one of her heels on the counter so Wyatt has easy access because her legs have already fallen apart.

Wyatt leans into her and catches her lips in a deep kiss. She gasps against his lips when she feels him run his tip through her soaked folds. She grips the collar of his shirt as he pushes into her. "God, Wyatt," she mumbles. "Fuck."

He nips at her bottom lip as he slowly pushes himself into her. Her legs begin to shake with anticipation as Wyatt deepens the kiss and bottoms out in her at the same time. She hums and Wyatt swallows the noise.

After a second or waiting so she can adjust to him, Wyatt begins to roll his hips against hers. She cries out and he nips at her bottom lip. “Baby, you have to be quiet,” he reminds her. “Anyone could walk by and hear you.”

She nods in response and pulls back so she can look at her boyfriend. Wyatt’s lips are swollen and kiss bruised. His eyes are dark with lust and hazy from the alcohol he has been drinking over the last few hours. His hair is a mess from her running her fingers through it. He’s so pretty and so disheveled at the same time.

He splays his hands on either side of her on the counter to keep his balance. She keeps her arms around his neck so she doesn’t fall off the counter.

If anyone would catch her falling off a counter because of sex, it’s Wyatt. Wyatt would be the one to catch her.

His speed picks up after a minute and he move as deep into her as he can at this angle. She has to bite her lip to keep herself from getting too loud in case anyone walks by the bathroom or comes knocking. Wyatt lets out soft pants as he moves. A layer of sweat forms on both of them since it’s so hot in the tiny room.

One of Wyatt’s hands eventually slithers down between them and he find her clit. She cries out but Wyatt quiets her with a kiss. He plays with the little bundle of nerves and her entire body shakes as she tries to delay her own orgasm.

“Wyatt,” she groans against his mouth. “Wyatt, baby.”

“I have you,” he tells her between kisses. “Let go. I can feel you clenching so I know you want to come for me.”

His pace slows but he continues to slam into her every time he thrusts. She hums and feels the knot in her stomach threaten to come undone.

Wyatt flicks her clit and she comes with a squeal since she can’t shout. She feels her entire body clench around him. He pulls out of her quickly and comes all over her thighs and core. She pulls him in for messy kisses as they come down from their highs. Wyatt slouches against her and she slouches against the mirror. The kisses are hot and open-mouthed as they recover.

The kisses slow and she smiles against his lips. Wyatt pulls back and looks at her. She can only imagine what they look like right now. Sweaty, half naked, and blissed out in a bar bathroom. Come is rolling down her thighs.

“God, I love you,” Wyatt tells her.

“Oh, now you tell me after we fucked in a bar bathroom on your birthday and your come is all over my thighs,” she teases with a smile on her face. Wyatt laughs. “I love you too. Let me go pee and clean myself up if you love me though.”

He pecks her lips one more time before she reaches over and grabs a handful of paper towels to clean her legs. She fixes her dress when Wyatt helps her down then goes to pee because she’s not catching a UTI from having sex in a public bathroom. He cleans up the counter and uses the hand soap to wash it down.

When she’s done peeing, she helps Wyatt fix his shirt. She fixes his hair before fixing her hair. She can’t do a thing about the marks on her knees from the tile floor so she knows that if someone sees them, she’s gonna get teased for it and Wyatt will never hear the end of his from his teammates.

After they decide they’re decent enough, they sneak out of the bathroom.

Music still blares from every corner of the bar when they make their way back to the table. They take their seats and sip their drinks like they didn’t just fuck in the bathroom.

Unfortunately, someone did notice they left.

Logan leans on the table between them. “So, wanna tell me which bathroom you two got freaky in so I know if I have to wait to pee or not?” he asks.

“Shut up,” Wyatt retorts. “It’s supposed to be fun turning 21 so I’m gonna have the time of my life tonight. Also, it’s not my fault that my girlfriend is hot.”

He shudders and Tyler laughs. “You two are insane,” he comments. “Risky considering you’re a NHL player, Johnny.”

“I’d take a thousand risks for her,” Wyatt says. “End of story.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna be attending a wedding next year,” Jamie says after he swallows a sip of his drink. “Two years tops.”

She smiles behind her glass because she knows Wyatt is planning to propose at some point. She has no idea when but maybe Jamie isn’t wrong about the two years tops.

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So Loved - Jack Harlow

summary - just jack lovin on his girl

warnings - fingering ! use of daddy ! public !

word count - 497

a/n - this is totally self indulgent

MINORS DNI 18+

You and Jack had been seeing each other for a while now coming up on 8 months. 

One thing that really surprised you in your relationship with him was how affectionate he was, and lord the PDA.

He had this constant need to always be touching you in some way, shape or form.

There was this time when the two of you were at the mall joined by Urban of course, you drug the two of them into some store neither of them can name but somehow Jack ended up in the dressing room with you oh no. Urban knew all too well what was about to happen so he quietly snuck out before the shenanigans began. You had been trying on a dress for an event the two of you have coming up, Jack was seated on the small bench, legs spread apart, eyes trailing over your body in the tight black dress you had chosen. “What do you think baby?” you mindlessly ask him not realizing he’s practically drooling. 

After noticing he's been quiet for a minute you turn to face him and find his eyes full of lust, immediately you feel the wetness in your panties, he finally snaps out of his daze when he realizes you're looking at him, he stutters for a moment “uh-shit it’s perfect mama, y-you look absolutely perfect” he motions you over to him with a simple nod of his head and like usual you comply not being able to resist him. 

He sits up to slide his hands around your hips to your ass, you slide your arms around his neck and play with is curls a little, knowing how much he likes that. He brings one of his hands down to slip under the dress to feel the wetness seeping through your underwear, he moans at the feeling, “fuck baby always so wet for me” you moan at the feeling of his large hands slipping into your underwear, “uhh-shit yes baby all for you.” He slips two of his fingers inside you, still holding you close with his free hand. You throw your head back at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out “f-fuck daddy the feels so good p-please dont stop” he squeezes your ass and groans at the name “shit honey such a good girl for daddy I’ll never stop” you feel your orgasm approching quickly and you know he can feel it too. “J-jack shit I’m gonna c-cum” “I know mama I know go on let it go for me” and with that the dam breaks and you cum gushing all over his hand. 

He slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your mouth, you comply and lick his fingers clean as he groans at the sight. “Fuck baby such a good girl for me” before either of you could make another move Urban is knocking on the door, “yall better get outta there because everyone just heard you.” 

[b00tyliciousbabe]

my baby daddies - ep. 2

wyatt cushman x male reader

summary: the scoop on how wide i buss it open for mr cushman xx

notes: hi beautiful ppl, back again! once he go black, he'll be back again. tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen. yes i cop mad chanel and mad given. she did it again, imagine them!!! sorry nicki ate that verse tf UPPP. bout to make these bum bitches mad again, okay lemme stop. I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING W THAT BLACK VERSE XOXO. hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series ("the DILFs' and a surprise one which will become coming soon ) so stay tuned! any requests? ENJOYYYY…

you and wyatt met at one of your first shoots. you were the stylist’s assistant and your boss had tasked you with making sure all the models had their hair, outfits, and makeup all ready for the editorials. you were admired by so many in the industry, icons and the public alike, and even though you didn’t have your own company, it was clear that you were on your way to becoming one of the biggest names in fashion history. you enjoyed getting to know all the models personally, and it made the whole process of getting ready much easier. but one person that always had you flustered was wyatt cushman, who you had become really good friends over the years. you definitely found him attractive, but he was so distracting; the agency called him ‘the menace’ with all the harmless trouble he got the two of you into. years had passed, the two of you remained really close, but it wasn’t until the balenciaga show, that the two of you vocalised the unspoken tension between you two.

you were responsible for all of the outfits for the fashion week at balmain, a huge role that olivier rousteing himself appointed you to do. it was a huge success and the press had a field day documenting your achievements. your biggest supporter, wyatt, was there to give you the biggest hug on the runway, garnering an even greater cheer from the crowd. “Y/N, you’re amazing�� he said staring intensely in love as he placed his hands on your lower back. the distance between your lips decreased as the two of you shared your first kiss…in front of the entire world. you pulled away; being brought back to reality and how 4.5 million people had witnessed the two of you together, you couldn’t help but laugh, as everyone applauded and jeered at your love. the rest was history.

one thing about wyatt, he is the goofiest mf ever and you love it. he’s always cracking jokes and the life of the party. You feel so safe around him, don’t get it twisted, he’d beat the shit out of anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, but you could handle yourself. flashback to the time where y’all were celebrating your collaboration with vogue: you were dancing the night away with your friends when some guy decided to get a lil too close. the creep groped your ass to which he was served a fat slap across the face. he fell to the ground and the crowd started cheering. wyatt smiled proud that you were able to defend yourself - so proud, that on the way home you took a detour where you guys had the best make out session in the history of rom coms.

the golfer’s wife and the holiday maker:

this man is always travelling and he loves to share those memories with you. other than being his personal photographer, the two of you are able to explore so many different ways of living on your journeys and you dream together of living abroad one day.

On one of your holidays, you had decided to take your boyfriend stargazing “come on wyatt, i don’t wanna miss it” you say gripping his arm as you led him to a quiet space overlooking the ocean. “babe, I’m pretty sure the stars aren’t going anywhere,” he chuckled “and besides, the sky isn’t as pretty as the star right in front of me” he stops and turns to face you. he strokes your cheek, looking down at you with a smile that rivalled romeo’s love for juliet. y’all sat down watching how nature looked so peaceful. he started kissing on your neck, leaving light hickeys to mark you as his. straddling your bf, you deepened the kiss as you felt him grow uncomfortably large in his jeans. you undid his trousers as 8 thick inches of uncut hairy cock made contact with the chill of the night. “you don’t know how much this turns me on, y/n”

you continued sucking on his tip, swirling and drooling all over him as a pool of your spit congealed in his pubes. all the while his hands gripped your roots urging you to take more and more of his cock. you gargled and took him like a champ.

“babe, ughh, I’m bout to, uuhhh shit shit” he came deep down your throat, cleaning your chin with his finger and then poking it in your mouth as he made sure to feed you with every last drop.

you laid down, proud of your efforts to calm him down and your head tucked into cushman’s shoulder, as you began to feel sleepy. your bf noticed this and chuckled to himself, using the blanket he brought to make sure you wouldn’t get cold. “mkay, y/n kinda had a point, this is pretty cool,” he whispered, still riding the high you gave him “but it’s got nothing on him tho, my cute ass bf” wyatt embraced you tighter. the wedding bells were already ringing in his head.

MORE SLUTTY THOUGHTS:

• he deffo has a spit kink. not saying that he’d treat you as worthless scum but, he’d would make sure to slut you out. and you fucking loved it. “you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you” he’d grunt raw dogging your ass as he spat in your face.

• as dominant as he is, he likes to give you your time to shine, always enjoying it when you spell coconut with your hips as you ride his pole. as I’ve mentioned already his smile drives you crazy, and this position has him cheesing the MOST. wyatt just loves to see how much you’re enjoying the experience, and nothing turns him on more than when he can see the pleasure on your face. “fuck babe, you look so sexy riding my dick.”

• this leads on to missionary, nobody fucks harder in this position than this man. he definitely compensates for his soft strokes in doggy and prone bone because of how hard he hits your hole in missionary. He turns primal as well, feeling your chest bounce up every time he’s balls deep, but all in all he’s crazy for how your bodies are so in sync.

[sinsandsuccubus]

High on the Beach - Urban Wyatt

Context: Urban gives you a proposition - having sex while high.

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual Activity

a/n: I wrote this while I was in line at the DMV to get my car inspected. Then got high and finished it. If you notice any mistakes, thats why.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older than stated age. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

The beach was just about empty at this time of night, the sky now a beautiful deep blue, the waves crashing against the shore. You and Urban had been to this spot numerous times now, this being where your third date had taken place.

It had been a little over a year since then, and now the place often became a spot where the two of you would come at night to smoke, sitting underneath a large rock, its front and middle portion open, resembling the opening of a clam shell.

You took a hit off your pen, the smooth flavor coating your tastebuds. Urban looked over and laughed, taking a long drag off his blunt. You turned to look at him, squinting your eyes.

“What’s so funny Wyatt?” You questioned him, placing your hand on his thigh.

“You smoking out of that flavored USB stick.” He smiled, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hey! Just because I want my weed flavorful instead of tasting like grass doesn’t permit you to make fun of me! I’m still smoking weed.” You pouted, smacking your boyfriend on the shoulder. He smiled at you, kissing your pouting lips.

The kiss started quickly, before turning into a demanding sensual kiss. Urban pulled you into his lap, the blunt still between his fingers as he kissed you, holding your chin. He pulled back from you, a trail of salvia following your lips.

“Why’d you pull away?” You questioned, looking into his blue eyes.

“We haven’t talked about this before, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Urban spoke, looking off to watch the waves. You turned his chin back towards you, pecking his lips once more.

“Well, out with it.”

“I’ve wanted to try having sex while we’re high.” He spoke softly, looking at you through his lashes, waiting for your response.

You rolled it over in your head, Urban taking note.

“You can say no. I just…. I know when I tried it for the first time, it felt amazing. And I want to experience that with you.” He smiled, you nodding your head in response.

“I’m down.” You spoke confidently, smiling at him. A blush grew on his cheeks, you kissing them as a reassuring gesture.

“We can stop whenever you want to, I don’t want you to feel pressured.” He began to ramble, you taking the blunt out of his hands before putting it in the ashtray next to the blanket the two of you were sitting on. The beach was deserted, your concern about being caught flying out the window.

You pressed your lips against him, the kiss turning needy as you grabbed his face and he grabbed your waist, moving you to rock your hips against his dick.

“You’re so hot.” He spoke, picking up his blunt and taking a hit before kissing you again, blowing the smoke into your mouth.

You took it in, kissing him a little longer before pulling away, and blowing the smoke back out your mouth. You coughed slightly, Urban turning your head towards him as he let out a chuckle, kissing your lips. He began to pull and tug at your clothes, pulling your shirt over your head. The lace of your bra appeared from under your shirt, Urban slipping his hands under them to pull at your breast.

“Fuck.” You moaned out, tilting your head back. You began to roll your hips on your own, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Baby, I need you to take your pants off.” He spoke, looking at you in the eyes, urgency in his fingertips.

“Take off your shirt first.” You spoke, moving to kiss his neck. You sucked and bit into the skin, pulling and tugging at the flesh. He then pushed you away, pulling off his shirt. You moved to his chest, sucking and pulling at the skin of his collarbones, feeling his muscles move against your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned into you, taking another hit of his blunt.

Before you knew it, both of your pants were gone and you were sinking onto his dick, moaning at the fullness.

“Baby.” You moaned, taking another hit from your pen before rocking your hips.

“Mmm,” Urban responded with another moan, pulling you down to kiss him.

You planted your feet firmly, slowly beginning to bounce up and down on his dick. It was hitting all the right places, your body shaking with each ride down. Your speed began to slow, almost coming to a complete stop before resting your head on Urban’s shoulder.

“Y/N… baby, gotta move,” Urban mumbled into your neck, kissing the sensitive skin.

“M’cant. It feels… too good. I need to…” You moaned at the plunging sensation in your lower body, your pussy spazzing.

Your eyes fell between the two of you, where Urban had decided to fuck up into you, positioning himself to go further deep inside you.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” You continued to moan, your body beginning to slowly shake once again.

“Rub your clit, rub that fucking clit.” Urban commanded, your body tensing at his tone. You followed his instructions, rubbing your clit faster and faster.

When you couldn’t continue, Urban paused, coming to a stop before flipping the two of you over, your back warm against the heat of the sand.

“Looks like I’ll have to do it my damn self.” He grunted, placing your legs over his shoulders before pounding into you, using a free hand to rub at your clit.

“Urb- Urban, please. I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me. Cum on this dick, baby, I want it.”

Except you didn’t cum.

You squirted.

Fluids splattered all across his abdomen, his dick pushed out of your pussy.

He looked at you, mouth open before muttering a silent fuck, and pushing back into you. Your body began to shake, your legs spasming amongst his shoulders.

“Urban, I’m too sensitive-“

“Take it Y/N, take it. Make me cum, make me cum pretty girl.” And once again you let go, your orgasm rushing over you.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” And with that Urban pulled out and came, rubbing the tip of his head over your clit. You squirted some more, Urban letting out more grunts, sensitive. The two of you breathed together, Urban falling on top of you in exhaustion.

“Fuck, baby, that was-“ Before he could finish that sentence, you covered his mouth, pushing him off of you.

“I hear footsteps.”

The two of you scrambled to put your clothes on, shaking from adrenaline as you hid your greenery in your tote bag. Urban quickly laid down and pulled you on top of him, pretending to be asleep.

It worked, as two beach officers turned on their flashlights and peered into the area, Urban sitting up to act blinded by their lights.

“What’s going on?” He shielded the lights from his face, you tagging along in his acting skills as you rolled over and clung to him, tucking your face in his side. The officers turned their flashlights off, looking at the two of you.

“It’s past hours. You need to leave the beach.” One of the officers spoke, the other tilting his head.

“What are you guys doing out here this late?” He looked between the two of you, Urban pulling you closer before he spoke up.

“She had a rough day, figured I’d take her to the beach to watch the sunset. I guess we fell asleep to the sound of the waves.”

“Sorry officers, won’t happen again.” You winced, playing along. The one officered nodded his head before the other spoke.

“Mmm, it’s not a problem. Some people come out here for other activities. That’s why we monitor the beach” He spoke, walking the two of you back to Urban’s car after you packed your things.

“Really?”

“Yup. Mostly sex. My partner and I have caught quite the amount so far this year.” You turned to the other man walking alongside Urban, nodding his head in agreement.

“That’s disgusting, I wouldn’t want to get sand in my butt.” You spoke, the two officers laughing in response. Urban looked at you and rolled his eyes, a chuckle slipping his lips.

“What she said.”

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“Smush! Behave! I know you've missed me but wait until later after your show.”

“Why? I want you now.” He answered as his hand now went underneath your shirt once more and undid your bra, setting them free.

“Jackman Thomas!”

“Take them out or I will.” Was all he said as he continued to kiss down your neck and reached underneath your loose bra to roll one of your nipples in between his fingers which earned a small moan from you, but you quickly composed yourself.

“Come on, you know you want my mouth on them. Take your shirt off.” Jack requested and you looked at him in disbelief.

“Baby, Urban is literally right there.” You whispered as you peeked over at him and he was in his own little world not paying either of you any attention.

“And? He's seen you without clothes before so this isn't anything new. He's been up your ass. LITERALLY.”

“I… shut up.” You answered while rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him.

“Babyyyy, come on. You just have to promise to be quiet.”

“If I put my boob in your mouth will YOU be quiet and stop complaining?”

“Obviously. How am I going to be able to talk?”

“I literally cannot believe I married your dumbass sometimes.”

All Jack did was smile at you before leaning down to kiss you once more.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Do it before I change my mind.” Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head at your response.

“I can literally make you cum just from sucking them and I am nowhere near this,” Brushing his fingers along your folds after reaching under your skirt he was met with a surprise.

“And you aren't wearing anything underneath this skirt? The last thing you are about to do is change your mind or want me to stop.” Jack’s breath tickled your ear as he whispered into it before lifting up your shirt over your head and throwing it behind him. He then slipped your bra off your shoulders and down your arms and also threw it behind him except this time it landed on Urban's lap who was thoroughly confused.

“You two CANNOT be serious. I am literally sitting right across from you!” Urban exclaimed to look over and see your bare chest as Jack was rolling one nipple through his fingers while the other was in his mouth.

When he finally separated from you, he turned to look at Urban before smirking.

“Baby girl said she didn't mind if you watched, but since you're here….”

“Urby, come here and put your tongue to good use.”

[atomic-raunch]

Wendy Wyatt

[a-moment-captured]

Bless you Urban Wyatt and may you have all the weed you want in 2024 for taking this beautiful portrait of Joe Burrow and sharing it with us.

[zegrasdrysdale]

falling for a hughes — au masterlist

wyatt johnston x youngest hughes!sister

updated : september 9th, 2024 11:15 pm

KEY : ❀ = fluff | ✧ = angst | ♡ = smut / nsfw

fics (in chronological order)

in every life [ ❀ ]- in which Lizzy bring boyfriend Wyatt to the Stadium Series family skate (posted before it was decided to be a series)

michigan summer [ ❀ ♡ ] - after being eliminated from the playoffs, Lizzy brings Wyatt to the lake house for the summer

blurbs / hcs

too early for a present [ ❀ ] - Luke surprises Lizzy for their birthday (BLURB)

thoughts

random

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this is an interactive au so send thoughts / ideas / asks and they can all be found here !!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

more info under the cut !!

about elizabeth “lizzy” hughes

she was born september 9th, 2003

she’s 20 years old

the youngest of the hughes siblings and Luke’s fraternal twin sister (she was born 5 minutes after Luke)

she’s a media girl for the Devils while also attending Rutgers University (Newark campus) where she is pursuing her degree in sports management so she can stay close to older brothers Luke and Jack

she transferred to Rutgers from Michigan when Luke signed his contract with NJ

she’s friends with some of the Michigan boys, current and former (notably Ethan, Seamus, Mark, Dylan, Tyler, Adam and Luca)

used to play hockey (and was a forward like Jack) but suffered a career ending knee injury so she doesn’t play anymore

she still skates though and helps her brothers practice in the offseason (and eventually Wyatt)

meets Wyatt at a Devils-Stars game in New Jersey in the 22-23 season and their relationship becomes official in January 2023

what she looks like :

[thatztyv]

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- Couple Interview

Word Count:

- 1k

Tɪᴀɴᴀ Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ

(tea-on-nuh grain-jur)

"Why you looking so mean?", Tiana said and reached across the table, gently grasping his jaw. "You have perfect teeth. Show them off baby."

He cracked a half smile, before showing off his teeth.

"I'm so lucky", Tiana sighed with a smile.

Celebrity TRUTH or DRINK

ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀʀʟᴏᴡ & ᴛɪᴀɴᴀ

People must ask each other a set of questions.

They can either answer... or take a shot.

"Wassup y'all I'm Tiana", she said and looked at the camera.

"I'm Jack Harlow", Jack said turning to the camera as well.

"For y'all that don't know, that's my man", Tiana said towards the camera, shielding her mouth from Jack.

"I can hear you", Jack chuckled.

She just looked over at him with a smile.

.✿.

"And Tiana what are you best known for?", the producer asked.

"For being fine as fuck", she replied jokingly with a laugh. "Like have you seen this ass on me."

She stood up and turned her back to the camera.

"Wata", she said and shook her leg a little bit.

"Blur all of this", Jack said, and the editing team was spot on.

She laughed and sat back down. "Nah I'm playing y'all. I'm a makeup artist and I make clothes."

.✿.

“I don't drink, so they substituted the Tequila with Tabasco hot sauce", Tiana said picking up the bottle and showing the camera. "Alright Jack."

He sighed, picking up a card from the middle of the table.

"What's something that you've never told your parents?", Jack read off the card.

Tiana pursed her lips and furrowed her brows.

"Huh?", she said, even though she heard exactly what he said.

"What's something you've never told your parents?", Jack chuckled as he watched her expression. "There's a lot you don't want them to know."

"Yeah", she said, grabbing a shot glass.

Tiana grabbed a bottle of hot sauce, pouring some into her glass.

"Love you mom and dad", she hummed before tapping the glass on the table then downing the Tabasco. "Oh that's not that hot.. I like that."

"You're lying, I can see it in your eyes", Jack chuckled.

"No I'm not", she said as she felt her chest getting warm. "Next question."

She grabbed a card from the middle as Jack chuckled.

"Is everything you say in your raps real?", Tiana read off the card.

She looked over at Jack with a stern expression.

"Why you looking at me like that?", Jack chuckled.

"I wanna know the answer cause from the raps I heard you want ass, you got side pieces and you just be wanting to fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Well", he hummed, scratching the back of his head. "Those are the old raps, I am a changed man."

"Mmhm, answer the question", she said making him chuckle.

"Yes all the raps are real", he said honestly.

"Mmm, ask the next question", she hummed.

"Are you upset?", he teased.

She rolled her eyes and tapped the table. "Come on grab another card."

He chuckled before grabbing another card.

"I dare you to read some of your most recent dms", Jack said then tapped the card on the table.

Tiana squinted her eyes before picking up her phone off the table.

"Let me just take a lil sneak peak.. make sure it ain't nothing too crazy", she said as she unlocked her phone.

"Can she take a sneak peak though?", Jack asked.

"Well look at that", she said turning her phone to the camera, then reading the message out loud.

jackharlow replied to your story

I'd hit.. respectfully 😘

princess.t

lmaooo😭

"That was not me", he chuckled.

"Wait there's more!"

jackharlow replied to your story

My lady 😍

princess.t

🥰

jackharlow

I'm so lucky 🥹

princess.t

awww

"Homeboys a simp", she chuckled as she set her phone down.

"No, I'm not. A fan obviously sent that", he said denying that was him.

"And that fan was him", she said with a laugh.

.✿.

"Take my hand look me deep in the eyes and tell me you love me", Tiana read off the card.

He grabbed her hand and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I- think I'm gonna drink the hot sauce", he said and she rolled her eyes.

"Y'all see how he do me", she said letting his hand go and glancing at the camera.

"I'm playing", he chuckled as he grabbed her hand again. "I love you Tiana."

"I guess I love you too", she said playfully as she rolled her eyes.

.✿.

"What's one thing about me that you'd change?", Jack read off the card.

"I love everything about you so that's hard", Tiana said before going deep into thought. "I wish you'd stop cheating on me."

“Woah”, he said and looked at her taken aback. “I have never cheated on you.”

"Oh but you have and there’s video evidence of you flirting with other people", she said sitting up in her seat. "Druski, Jayson Tatum, Kevin Hart. Hell even Drake.”

"You’re lying, I have never flirted with them.”

"You just lying today ain't it? You get in front of a camera and you wanna act different", she said and tapped the table. "Mm I got something for you, grab the next card."

"I didn't do anything", he chuckled.

.✿.

"What is your love language?", Jack read off the card.

"Umm.. I like small things, it feels more genuine. Like when you made me those paper flowers after you saw someone make them on TikTok”, Tiana said with a smile.

“You actually liked that? I thought you hated them.”

“I could never. They’ve been on my vanity since you gave them to me. I smile every time I look at them.”

Jack hummed and leaned back in his chair, smiling at Tiana.

“While we’re on the topic”, Tiana started. “What’s your love language?”

“Touch. Warm hugs, kisses, etc.”

“Is that why you always want to hold my hand everywhere we go?”

“Yeah.”

.✿.

"In the cut with my twin we be vibing", Tiana said as she did the lil dance. "Well you guys that's all for today. Y'all said y'all wanna see more vids of me and Jack together so here y'all go. Anything you want to say?"

"Stream my most recent drop, tour for me starts soon, and shop my baby's brand", Jack said as he stood from his seat.

"Bye y'all", she said and throwing up the peace sign with a smile.

[itsyagirljaz]

Im late on posting these but my concert footage from NPLH Pikeville,KY

My cousin was recording the video and i was right next to her and HE POINTED AT ME AND SAID “I SEE YOU” 😭❤️‍🔥🤭🫣😅