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sugarnspice630 · 2 months

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Movie Night - Yunho x Reader

“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.”

•pairing: softdom!yunho x fem!reader

•word count: 1.9k

•tags: mdni, golden retriever Yunho turns soft dom, vertically challenged reader, reader has never seen the Spider-Man movies, Yunho is a MASSIVE ass guy, teasing, butt foundling, reader falls asleep, somnophilia if you squint, cockwarming, ...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Having a movie date night with Yunho, but you find yourself falling asleep, so Yunho does the only thing he can think of to keep you awake

A/N: Inspired by my Thighs, Tits, or Ass man Ateez edition post! Sorry to anyone who has seen the Spider-Man movies (I have not). Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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It was movie date night with Yunho! You were so excited to have the whole evening with just the two of you. Your objective was to watch the entire Spider-Man movie series, cause you had never seen them before and he was dying to share them with you. Were superhero movies your favorite thing in the world? No, but you agreed to watch them because Yunho loves them. You could never turn down any request he had, especially when he gave you those soft eyes. It makes your heart melt every time.

Yunho was busy preparing the living room for the movie night while you took it upon yourself to make the popcorn. A huge bowl of it to make it through all the movies. You had to stand on your tippy toes to put the first bag into the microwave. Balancing yourself against the counter and stretching your calves and arms as far as they would go to get the bag in. You heard a soft chuckle from behind and felt Yunho’s body pushing against you. You tilted your head back and looked up at him, and he looked down at you. He closed the door to the microwave and pushed the buttons for you, with a smile on his face the whole time.

“Figured you needed some help.”

“I could have managed!” He softly chuckles at your retaliation.

"Right, right, sorry.” He gently rubbed up and down your sides with his frame still pushed against you. Resting his head on top of yours and staying close to you for a few minutes. He gently kissed the top of your head before tracing his hands down to your butt. Gently squeezing both cheeks and massaging. You felt your face get warm.

“Yuyu!” You drew out his name in a playful manner.

“Sorry baby! I just couldn’t help it.” It also didn’t help that you were wearing pajama shorts that just covered your cheeks, and the fabric was a little thin. You could feel him from behind you, but it wasn't hard. The timer for the popcorn bag went off, and Yunho took one hand off your butt and opened the door for you. He grabbed the bag and set it on the counter in front of you.

“Thank you~!” He softly patted your head and gave you a smile before making his way back to the living room to wait for you. You took the bag, carefully opening it to not burn yourself, and poured it into a big bowl for you two to share, taking out all of the kernels that did not get popped. You carried the bowl into the living room and smiled when you saw Yunho sitting there, all sprawled out on the couch, looking comfortable. Setting the bowl down on the table in a spot that would be easy for both of you to reach. The atmosphere was perfect to watch movies together at home. The lights were dimmed, but not enough to affect navigating your way around the furniture. The room temperature was perfect—warm enough that you would not need a blanket while also allowing the extra warmth from cuddling up together.

You walked around the table to sit down on the couch next to Yunho. In the meantime, he propped his feet up on the table at an angle to allow you to curl in underneath his arms. Before you could sit down, he gave you this cocky smirk and used his toes to kick the remote off the table, landing behind you. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed playfully.

“Really?”

“My foot slipped.” He said nonchalantly, still keeping that smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and smirked back at him. Turning around, you bent over at the waist to pick up the remote. While bent over, you could just feel Yunho’s eyes drilling into you. You took your time picking up the remote, just to tease him even further. As you came back up, you turned around quickly, hoping to catch Yunho lacking, but he was staring straight ahead. He must have directed his gaze away just before you turned around.

“I know you were staring.”

“Perhaps I was, perhaps I wasn’t. You’ll never know~.” Still staring straight ahead. You lightly slapped his shoulder before sitting down next to him and getting comfortable. He extended his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. You handed the remote to him and let him pick the first movie you were going to watch.

“This is important, so you have to pay attention.” He said enthusiastically, excited to share his interests. The golden retriever energy was strong at this moment. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now.

“Hard to do that when you’re here too.” He just smiled at your sly comment, and you nuzzled up against him.

The movie started to play, and you watched intently. Your eyes were trying to follow everything that was happening on screen, which proved to be difficult at times because there was so much happening, but you managed. Yunho would occasionally speak up during a quiet part to tell you something really awesome was coming up. About halfway through the movie, you noticed your eyes were getting heavy, so you tried to blink away the tiredness, but it just kept coming back to haunt you. You wanted to stay awake and watch the movies with Yunho. You tapped Yunho on the leg two times to indicate you were going to change positions. You opted for laying your head in his lap and laying sideways, still facing the TV. He softly placed his hand on your side and gently rubbed. More minutes of the movie go by, and you are still fighting tiredness. You find your eyes closing, only to immediately open them back up wide to focus back on the movie. You have missed most of the last quarter of the movie by now, considering how many times your eyes have opened and closed. Yunho noticed this, and one time when you didn’t open your eyes right away, he slightly flicked your side.

“Ya, pay attention Y/N. You keep falling asleep.”

“I know Yunho; I’m sorry. It is interesting; I just can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Well here, sit up and come over here.” Yunho shifts in his spot a little and invites you to sit up in his lap. You picked yourself up and moved to sit on his lap, still facing the TV. He placed his hands back at your side to support you sitting on him. You looked back and looked at Yunho’s face. He was smirking at you softly and rubbing your sides while he looked at you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, and you turned your attention back to the movie. You then felt Yunho lean a bit closer to you and felt his breath near your ear.

“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.” His tone was low, and it made your face heat up a little. You continued to stay focused on the movie, and soon after, the credits began to roll. Just because this movie was over did not mean you were done; no, you had all the other movies in the series to get through. He picked up the remote and started the next movie in the series.

Tiredness began to take over you again, but you swore to stay awake for Yunho. Hiding your subtle yawns and slow blinks the best you could. Eventually, you find your head bobbing to the side and your eyes closing. This time, you did not wake up as quickly as before. Yunho took notice of your sleeping figure and decided to do something about it. He took one hand and shifted his hips to pull his sweatpants and underwear down. Then, he grabbed your face harshly, which caused you to jolt awake. He turned his hand to turn your face toward him. You stared at him with a shocked expression.

“I told you if you couldn’t stay awake, I’d give you a reason to stay awake. Take your shorts and underwear off.” He sounded annoyed, so you didn’t want to piss him off any further. You obeyed him and lifted yourself up by your knees, slid off your shorts and underwear, with his help, of course, then sat back down on his lap. To your surprise, you felt his bare skin touching yours. You felt something slightly poking your behind as well.

“Lift your hips back up baby.” He whispered to you, and you lifted your hips slightly, removing his hand from your face to help you out. Yunho took that opportunity to guide his semi-hard dick to your entrance. “Alright, sit back down slowly.” Yunho placed his hands back on your side as you slowly sat yourself back on his lap. You whimpered softly as his thick dick stretched out your opening. You softly bit your lip and felt Yunho push your hips down to put all your weight on him. “You’re going to pay attention now, yes?” You nodded your head softly, your brain becoming clouded by how big Yunho is inside you.

You were having a slightly hard time focusing on the movie, but for a different reason. It was not because you were tired; it was because you could feel your boyfriend’s cock inside you getting harder, and he would twitch every so often. Your heart rate was so harsh and heavy that you could feel it in your pussy. You were almost certain Yunho could feel it too, because he would grunt or groan with pleasure every time you felt it. Yunho wiggled in his seat a little, but really to try to push himself further inside you. You softly moaned, and you felt one of Yunho’s hands leave your side and come up to cover your mouth. He leaned closer to your body, which only pushed his cock into you in a different direction, causing you to moan again and flutter your eyes.

“No talking during the movie love~.” You felt his warm breath near your ear. “You need to focus~.”

“I-I can’t-.” You tried to say it quietly, but Yunho’s hand over your mouth muffled your words.

“What? Couldn’t hear you baby. Could you say that again?” He moved his hand off your mouth a little to allow you to speak.

“I can’t-!” Before you could finish your sentence, Yunho rammed his hips up into you, causing your words to get cut off and you to let out a loud moan. He leaned his body back up against your back and whispered in your ear again.

“I’m giving you one more chance to stay quiet before I completely ruin you; do you understand?” Nodding your head quickly and breathing heavily, you directed your attention back to the movie once again, but Yunho was too far in his head now. He knew you didn’t really care for the movie and just wanted to sit on his dick for the rest of the night, so he lazily rolled his hips up and down to push himself around. Smirking to himself as he could hear just the faintest of whimpers coming from you as you stayed focused on the screen. You could not grasp onto anything that was happening, but to trick Yunho into thinking you were watching, you stayed facing forward and fixed your eyes on the screen.

This was going to be a long night.

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xveenusx · 1 year

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And Yet..

Paring(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

Summary: two people who should be together simply can't find their way. In other words, JJ can't let himself be loved and can't let her go.

Author's note: This one is brutal so prepare yourselves. Realistically, JJ would totally self sabotage any chance of happiness because he can't handle how it makes him feel so that's exactly what this is. Thank you for all the feedback on 3 seconds! If you like when it hurts, then this is for you!

Part 1: Three Seconds

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He left.

It’d been hours and none of us knew where JJ went, only that he left. While JJ storming off was a normal feat, he always came back.

Now normally, I would have been looking for him, knowing exactly where to look. I’d find him and we’d avoid everyone until he felt like he was ready. This time was different. He never looked at me the way he did today.

A look of pure betrayal.

John B had gone MIA with Sarah while Pope and Kie were handling everything we needed to look for the gold. Me? I was trying to find a way to cope with the sudden JJ sized gap in my life.

It was brutal trying to get through the entire day without collapsing. Everything felt dull. I decided going home and hiding out in my room was the only option. It spared me the looks of concern from our friends and gave me the freedom to cry.

My room felt abnormally empty and cold. My stomach rolled as JJ’s words played in a brutal loop. I crawled into my bed where I curled into myself tightly, hugging my knees to my chest to create some type of pressure.

He’ll come back. He always comes back.

I jolted awake to pounding on my window.

“-wake up. He needs you. It’s bad oh my god it’s really bad.”

Scrambling off the bed, I pushed the curtains aside to see Kie’s panicked face. “Kie, what’s going on?”

Her face filled with relief as she pulled me into her. “We need to get to the chateau now. He’s not making any sense and bought all of this stuff.”

Nausea rolled in my stomach.

“JJ-“

She cuts me off. “He needs you.”

I left the house in seconds, hopped into the Hayward truck and we took off. I nibbled on my nails, glancing at Kiara in the drivers seat. Her face was painted with worry and her leg bopped up and down displaying her nervous energy.

Kie moved one hand from the steering wheel and threaded our hands together, squeezing tightly.

Pulling up to the chateau, I see LED lights tangled up on the trees, shining lights reflecting on the yard. How was there power? The hurricane had taken everything out.

Before I could figure it out, I heard a commotion that drifted up the drive way.

“Where is she? You said Kie was getting her.”

My heart jumped to my throat. I hold onto Kiara tighter as we move toward the raised voices.

Something twisted in my chest as I took in the hot tub and lights suddenly decorating John B’s yard.

JJ is shouting at Pope now, slurring his words slightly, before taking a pull of the champagne he clutched in his hand.

“Look man, she’s here. She’s here, JJ. Calm down.” Pope announced, pointing in our direction, before placing his hands around his head and taking a deep breath.

Awareness ran through me. JJ turned his body to face me, his gaze flicked to mine.

He said nothing yet his eyes said everything. There was an openness that seemed to make him vulnerable.

“You came.”

A tug deep in my chest urged me to move closer. “You asked.”

“Okay, now that she’s here. What did you do, JJ? Where did all this come from?” Pope asked, but we all knew the answer.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now. Y’all should get in immediately, ya hear?” JJ laughed, the aviator sunglasses slipping down slightly. His blonde hair slick with water stuck to his forehead as he messily poured champagne into a glass. “Salud!”

Pope let out a noise of disbelief, “How much did this cost?”

“Uh, pretty much all of it.”

I moved around, taking in the inflatable floaties that filled up the yard, while biting the inside of my cheek. He spent all of the money.

“Kie, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in life?”

I tuned out their arguing. There was a reason he acted out and bought all of this pointless shit but I couldn’t figure out what it was. He knew. He knew he needed to pay for restitution.

A blanket of dread covered my body like an old blanket as the consequences of JJ’s actions finally settled in. Another sense of dread hit when I knew I wouldn’t leave him.

“You could have paid for restitution or better yet, helped us buy supplies.” Pope said, shaking his head in clear frustration.

They weren’t seeing this for what it was. Something was wrong. Yes, he was reckless and rash but like I said before, most of the time he does those things because something happened.

“Okay Pope. Well, I didn’t do that. I got a hot tub for my friends,” JJ choked out, “I got a hot tub for my friends. Screw that, I got a hot tub for my family.”

“JJ, what the hell?” Kie whispered.

Something in her voice made me turn back around quickly and that’s when I saw it.

JJ stood at the center of the hot tub, one hand clutching the champagne bottle while the other hung loosely at his side. His gold necklace moving back and forth shining under the lights, but that’s not what caught my eye.

What caught my eye was the purple and blue bruises that littered his chest and ribs. A high pitched ringing filled my ears as my body felt like it began to float.

This. This was the reason he spent all the money.

My hand covers my mouth as I let out a choked sound.

Hearing the noise, JJ turns to me, his face entirely shattered, tears causing the crystal blue orbs to shine.

“Do you see what I did? Look what I did for you,” He cried out as he held out his arms, staring at me with such vulnerability I could feel my knees start to buckle.

Tears freely began to fall from my face as I took inventory of just how many bruises covered his body.

“No, stop being so emotional. It’s fine, everything’s fine.”

My feet moved on their own accord. Fully dressed, I threw one leg over then the other ignoring the burning from the heat of the water.

He reached for me the moment my body hit the water just as my arms circled around his neck. JJ curled his body into me, the champagne bottle forgotten, his arms circling around my waist digging into my lower back, clutching me like a life line.

My legs knocked together as the adrenaline and helplessness kicked in. I began counting in my head my breaths because I knew in this moment, I couldn’t afford to break down.

Not when he was broken beyond belief.

My fingers threaded themselves into his sun-kissed locks, brushing from the nape of his neck to the top of his head and back again. I pressed my lips onto his head, not letting my grip loosen for one second.

“I love you.” I murmured over and over again as sobs wracked his body, his head in my chest soaking my shirt with his tears. “I got you, it’s okay. I’m here, Jayj.”

I glanced up helplessly and see Pope and Kie staring at us, both of them clearly distraught.

I beckon them over with a nod in my head and instantly JJ and I are covered in warmth. Their arms wrapping around us both, whispering words of love to him.

We stayed like that until our skin got pruny, not wanting to move until he was ready.

When the time did come, I could tell by the way his grip on my waist loosened and his sobs quieted down. Brushing the hair out of his face, I brought my face close to his, “You ready to get out now?”

JJ nodded.

“Kie, can you set out some of John b’s clothes?” I asked her, moving to get out. She nodded and pope followed her inside.

JJ followed closely behind me. His fingers laced with mine, trembling slightly as the night air bit at our soaked bodies.

Shuffling into the chateau, our friends were sprawled out on the couch with Kie strumming away at the ukulele.

“I left the clothes in the spare.” Pope said, his eyes locked on JJ.

I shot him a thankful smile, “Thanks, Pope.”

Once we were in the room, I shut the door as JJ shimmed out of his shorts. Ignoring the heat in my cheeks, I grabbed the towel from the bed and began to dry him.

I could feel his intense gaze on my face the entire time. Biting back a smile, I whispered, “Can I tell you something?”

“Please.”

“I really like the hot tub.”

JJ tilted his head back and let out a surprised laugh. The sound of his familiar laugh caused a wave of warmth to crash over me, causing a zoo of butterflies to swarm my stomach.

“It is a pretty sick tub, isn’t it?” He smiled.

“It is. Very kooky of you.”

He narrowed his red rimmed eyes at me, “Take that back.”

I couldn’t have his my grin even if I tried.

“JJ the kook? I could see that.”

He sends me a cheeky smile in return. Bringing my attention back to the task at hand, I drag the towel along his shoulders before heading towards his chest. My hand stalled slightly as I saw how angry the bruises were, the hue of the purple and blue causing my stomach to churn.

My head moved carefully as I pressed my lips softly along each bruise, fluttering my eyes shut. I feel familiar rough hands tangling themselves in my hair and he lets out a sharp breath.

Opening my eyes, he tilted my head back with his fingers gripped the nape of my neck. A storm brewed in the crystal blue eyes, flicking between every emotion.

His thumb slowly drew my bottom lip down causing his eyes to darken with each passing second,” Thank you.”

Tremors wracked my body at how close we were, our breaths intertwined filtering into my bloodstream.

JJ shifted forward allowing his lips to softly brush mine. The moment my lips parted, he pressed his again almost like he was inhaling my every breath.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead on mine and repeated, “Thank you.”

“I got you. I’ll let you change-“ My words got cut off as he grabbed my arm to stop me in my tracks.

“Stay.”

And so I did.

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I blinked at the alarm clock that read 3 a.m and slowly rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I could hear the sound of the skeeters buzzing outside the chateau and felt a strange sense of calm at the quiet.

Reaching toward the other side of the bed , my hands were met with empty cold sheets. He was gone.

I closed my eyes tightly and took in a deep breath as I willed for this nightmare to go away. We still had a lot to work through, but I thought after last night, he finally understood how fucking in deep I was. I was all in, completely and utterly in love with him. It’s always been him.

Pushing my body up, I slowly bring the sheet up to my chest covering my naked body from the cold. A sharp tinge of fear hit my chest as I noticed a presence at the end of the bed that was quickly replaced with an immense sense of relief.

JJ sat on the edge of the bed with his bare back facing me, his elbows on his knees, and head in his hands. A small smile played my lips as I shuffled over, my hands slowly trailing themselves over his shoulders and pressed my lips softly against his shoulder blade.

“Can’t sleep?”

His shoulders tensed the minute my lips touched his body. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

Confusion filled every fiber of my being as I finally took him in. I could feel the weak stitches that held my heart together suddenly begin to tear.

I opened my mouth and closed it. The backs of my eyes burned as I stared at the side of his face, the face that I spent hours admiring, that refused to even look at me.

“I thought after last night-“

JJ shook his head in disgust and let out a dry breath, roughly tugging at the messy strands on his head.

“We fucked. It’s not like that’s something we’ve never done before. It doesn’t change anything.”

Like I said before, I understand him. I know him and I know exactly what he’s doing. That doesn’t stop every part of me from feeling like I had just gotten kicked in the chest.

“JJ, please don’t do this.” I inhaled a shaky breath as I clutched the sheer tighter to my chest, almost like it was an armor against his cruel words, words that I knew came from a place of panic. Yet, it hurt just the same.

“Do what,” JJ said, getting up from the bed to face me, arms crossed tightly against his chest. “You made it clear what side you were on and it wasn’t mine.”

“Stop twisting what happened. You forget that I know you, JJ. I know you,” I stood on my shaky feet, the sheets wrapped around my body. “You think I dont know why your treating me this way. You’re dad doesn’t decide who you are.”

Desperation burned in my blood as I once again tried to grasp at straws. He was always finding excuses to run from me and each and every time, JJ took a piece of me with him.

“Shut up. I’m not doing this shit with you.”

“You have no idea how special you are do you? How easy you are to love?” It was an honest question, one that seemed to anger him if the clenching of his fists was any indication.

“Stop-“

I cut him off. “Because you are. Special, I mean.”

JJ said nothing. His gaze met mine, and the blue eyes I thought matched the ocean perfectly, showed a battle of emotions.

I took the opportunity to move closer to him, fighting the urge to curl up and cry at the look of utter confusion on his face.

Luke had successfully beat it into him that he was worthless, useless, and would never amount to anything. This, this look on his face was why I stayed.

He didn’t know. He really didn’t know the effect he had on people, on me.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached to touch the bracelets that decorated his wrist. All of them being gifts from me.

“You’re fiercely loyal to the people you love. The family that you chose for yourself. It’s almost frustrating how you don’t see it,” I muttered, tilting my head up to search his eyes. “I mean, fuck JJ, you took the fall for Pope because you didn’t want his future to be ruined. You went to jail and now you’re on probation.”

“Please, stop.” His plead was weak at best.

My fingers danced along his jaw, my voice wavering slightly at the tightness in my chest. “You sat with my everyday during summer school so I wouldn’t be myself. No one does that, JJ. Especially not here.”

He had to know I was telling the truth.

“So please, listen to me when I tell you that loving you has been the easy thing I’ve ever done.”

Despite the immense beating my poor heart has taken, it still beats with a naive sense of hope.

Hope that sky rocketed when JJ reached forward to twirl a strand of my hair in between his fingers, almost as though he was memorizing how it felt.

“Such pretty little words.” He hummed. “How many other guys have you told that too?”

I recoiled back in shock.

“Pretty little words won’t get you anywhere. You wanna fuck, I’m down. But that’s not gonna stop me from mackin’ on other chicks.”

Then he dropped the strand of my hair, along with every hope that he could love me.

I chose to then focus on my anger that slowly began to bubble to the surface.

“Like who? Your gonna start mackin’ on Kie?” I launched the question at him, my voice raising an octave in disbelief.

“Maybe. At least she knows when to leave.”

“Stop talking to me like that,” My voice broke at the end, the burning in my eyes getting too hard to ignore. “You’re hurting me.”

All I could do was stare.

Here I stood, heart bleeding, begging a broken boy to love me back. And maybe that wasn’t fair for me to ask, maybe it was too much but a large part of me thought he felt something. Even if it was a fraction of what I felt for him because at least it was something.

Anything.

“You’re never going to let me love you, are you?” I ignored the sharp stab in my stomach as I finally said the question I already knew the answer to.

JJ’s head snapped up in shock at my question. “I never asked for you to love me.”

“You showed up to my window every night because you didn’t want to go home. You hold my hand, you kiss me, you fuck me. You come to me when you can’t fucking sleep. You sleep in my bed. You teach me to surf and take me everywhere with you. You ask for my advice and god forbid I don’t answer the phone, you have a melt down.” I was shouting at that point, my voice loud enough to wake up our friends who were sleeping in the living room but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“You need me, I’m there. You got arrested, I bail you out. You get in a fight, I clean you up. JJ, you showed up in my life and surrounded me. You’re fucking everywhere. How could you not expect me to fall in love with you when you do these things?”

The laugh I let out was one of a broken girl, one who had completely lost herself in a wave of chaos known as JJ Maybank.

The door was right there. And yet, I couldn't get my feet to move.

“Because I don’t fucking understand it, okay? Because I’ve never had the luxury of someone looking at me the way you do and it makes me physically fucking sick.” JJ took several strides until he was pressed up firmly against me, his fingers threading themselves into the nape of my neck.

“The way you look at me makes me feel like I’m suffocating, don’t you get that? And yet, I can’t fucking thinking straight when you’re not by me.” He choked out, his face was white with panic.

I could feel myself start to crumble at his words. Welcome to the club. “Yesterday, you said I wasn't enough for you.”

JJ nodded, his eyes staring straight into me with such intensity I had to swallow.

“You know why I said it. You know how I get. The way you look at me,” He swears pounding his hand against the wall,” Fuck the way you look at me. You make me feel like I can be a better person, that I have the potential to do something great.”

“Because you can-“

“No I fucking can’t. You give me this hope that I can be better and then something happens to remind me that I can’t and it crushes me. It fucking wrecks me.”

I roughly wiped the tears that blurred my vision and asked, “So what are you saying?”

The silence caused the anticipation of his answer to intensify, making breathing almost impossible.

“Sometimes, being with you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Can you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart shattering for the last time.

“Then you have to let me go.”

He shook his head,”Thats not what I want.”

“Let me go, JJ. If not for you, then for me because loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. You haven’t even been able to say it back. You completely own me, every thought I have is about you.”

“You own ME.” JJ shouted, his hands in his hair tugging it in anger. “And it completely terrifies me and then I say the first thing I can to make the fear go away just so I can get a moment of peace. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

In a way, I couldn’t really be angry with him.

No one’s every really described just how dangerous loving someone can be. How they consume every part of you until there’s nothing left. Until suddenly, you can only breathe when you’re around them. When your very mood depends on the expression of their face. The pure feeling of ecstasy that covers your body in a layer of electricity the moment you’re around them and they look at you.

“You love me,” At my words, JJ looked almost relieved, like he finally understood why he felt so many things at once,” but you can’t let yourself love me.”

And yet, despite this revelation, I still couldn’t bring myself to leave.

A tortured look passed his face as he pressed his back against the wall and slowly slid down.

“You need to let me go because I love you to the point that I cant bring myself to leave. So if you don’t want me, if you can’t be with me then do this for me. If you don’t, I’m going to keep giving you every piece of me until there’s nothing left. “

I guess you never truly understand until it happens. Until you get physically ill when they’re upset or filled with warmth when you see them tilt their head back and laugh. When you see them and suddenly the world is just a little less overwhelming, bearable even.

When every fiber of your being is tuned into one person.

Gripping the sheet tighter, I moved in between his legs and settle myself on the floor. The moment I did, JJ engulfed me in his embrace. His presence soaked through my skin leaving the intoxicated feeling in its wake.

“I can’t,” He shook his head fervently, “ I can’t do that.”

I understood him, because I couldn’t either.

“What are we going to do, Jayj?”

JJ pressed his face against my throat, “I don’t know.”

We weren’t okay, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Nothing had been solved and yet, we sat on the floor wrapped in each others embrace.

So I said the only thing I knew to be true and give him yet another piece of me, “I love you.”

“I know.”

There we were. Two souls irrevocably intertwined in a mass of love and hate that were broken beyond recognition. Neither of us being able to leave the other.

And yet, all I could focus on was his inability to say he loved me back.

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washeduphazbin · 2 months

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I binged through your amazing writing and would love to request something, if you don't mind? Adam x girlfriend how he would react to getting his wings caressed for the first time? Maybe getting inspired to do some more spicy caressing of his own?👀

First of all thank you so much! I’m so happy you like my stuff and YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS. I hope you like this it might be a little different than what you had in mind! ;)

CONTENT WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. ADAM BEING ADAM, NSFW CONCEPTS, MASTURBATION ON ADAMS.

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Soulmates were a weird concept, especially for Angels. Theoretically Adam knew he had one, thought it was Lilith, WRONG, thought maybe God made Eve for him next, ALSO WRONG! So Adam just stuck to sucking face and fucking the tightest pussy of the hottest winners in heaven and that was fine…until you came into the picture. You weren’t a normal Winner, in fact you weren’t a winner at all but one of the Seraphim training under Sera. At first he was going to dump as soon as he got what he wanted; even if that meant facing the wrath of Sera…but for some reason you were different.

You weren’t as charmed as many of the others when he pulled out his first man and first dick status, in fact you seemed almost indifferent to it.

Unfortunately for the both of you Adam loved to hate a challenge.

Before the Angel knew what had hit him you had claimed the title of his girlfriend before he even fully understood what he was asking.

But fuck he understood the Soulmate Concept now. For someone one who was created with pure goodness in your soul, to judge right from wrong, you were one cold, calculated bitch when it came to the idea of exterminating Sinners. He thought you’d fight with him on the concept but instead you were in agreement, heaven was for Winners only, and that was that. Plus who cared if a few Sinners died, they were overpopulated anyway.

It also helped that you had the tightest pussy he’s ever stuck his massive dick into and the best mouth to suck him off. He’d reciprocate…sometimes…only if you begged.

“Sugartits?”

“Hm?” You stretched your arms above your head, you were wearing one of his shirts, it was way too big on you hanging off your shoulders. He grinned lazily his hand sliding up your thigh, “Adam.” You warned,

“What?” He laughed, “you can’t just sit there looking all sexy and expect me not to try to fuck ya.”

“I can expect that because I just sucked you off like three times.” You raised a brow, “and you came in my mouth. Three times. Which shouldn’t be possible anatomically and not to mention I swallowed.”

“Dickmaster baby.” He pointed to his crotch with a sly grin, “gotta live up to my namesake.”

“Well, live up to it another time. My pussy is off limits for now.” Adam groaned, “not my fault you went too hard yesterday dickmaster and I’m not in the mood today. Now Roll over.”

“Hey we’ve talked about this you’re not putting anything in my butt.” He bristled, his wings puffing out behind him, you huffed.

“I’m not asking to peg you dumbass I’m asking you to turn around so I can groom your wings.”

“…groom my wings?” Adam blinked a few times giving you an odd look. “The fuck you on about?”

“Have you never groomed yourself?”

“No…” he watched your nose scrunch up,

“Yeah. I can tell. You’re lucky I love you,” he watched you lean forward and peck his lips Adam chuckled brushing his stubble against your cheek. “Adam!”

“Love ya’ too.” He grinned reaching out and squeezing your ass before turning around, spreading his wings wide, “be gentle with me.”

“Whatever you say, you delicate flower.” You grumbled as he snickered, drumming his fingers on his thigh. Before you began grooming him, he felt you reach around the pudge of his stomach, kissing the side of his neck adoringly. Adam swallowed and felt a chill of pleasure run down his spine. " I love you.” You said more earnestly than before, eyes softening “Just try to relax and enjoy this.”

“I love you too…” he grumbled softly, his eyes fluttering as your fingers ran through the feathers at the base of his back. Adam instantly felt his body drop as your hands pulled at the mussed feathers. "Fuck doll, whatever you're fucking doing, keep doing it." Adam panted,

"I'm preening you." You mused, "First time?"

"Apparently. Shit, this is totally turning me on; you should do this tits out. While we face a mirror-" He tried to turn to look at you but you forced his head back to its original position. Adam let out an annoyed sound,

"Gross. Only you'd find basic hygiene a turn-on." You teased, pulling out a few loose feathers as he groaned at the feeling, you hummed placing one of his golden feathers behind your ear. You leaned forward to pepper his face in feather light kisses, he grunted but pressed his back against your body, his own way of asking for more attention. With nimble fingers you continued to preen and clean his feathers, his nails dug into the tops of his thighs.

A part of him wanted to flip you over and pound your body into the mattress until you’re crying, but another part of him didn’t want you to stop touching him. He wanted you to continue preen him, making him look pretty, but as you continued Adam felt his body burn with need as his dick strained against his boxers.

He couldn’t even fuckin’ ask you to suck him off without you scolding him.

“Anddddd done!” You hummed brushing your fingers through his wings one last time before hopping off the bed. Adam let out a sharp breath through his nose spreading out his wings, they already felt a million times lighter than they had in eons. You stood in front of him, looking all cute and sexy in his oversized shirt hiding your thighs and panties from view. With a crooked grin he grabbed you by the waist with his giant hands and pulled you into his lap, you giggled slotting your arms around his neck. “Hi baby,” you cooed tilting your head innocently to the side like you couldn’t feel his raging boner against your thigh. He clicked his tongue in annoyance flicking the golden feather tucked behind your ear,

“You gonna fuckin’ keep that thing behind your ear all day?”

You pouted, adorably, and brushed your finger against the feather in his hair. Adam shivered and swore he could still feel your phantom hands against his sensitive wings. “I was planning on keeping it there forever I’ll have you know.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “that way everyone knows who. I. Belong. Too.” You poked his stomach for emphasize and he let out a low, possessive growl. His nails digging into your hips underneath the shirt you wore,

“Fuck doll face. That’s so fuckin’ sexy. You’re turning me on SO much right now.” He grinned all teeth and blown pupils. Another giggle from your lips as your white wings brushed against his cheeks in a soothing manner.

“I can tell dickmaster extraordinaire.” You drew your finger down across his lips, his smile turned into a frown he knew that look in your eyes all too well.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Unfortunately I have a very important, cannot reschedule meeting with Sera.” You mused squishing his cheeks between the palms of your hands as he growled. “Love you don’t wait up!” You slipped out of his arms before Adam could snatch you back up and tell Sera to go fuck herself.

Not really he was too intimidated by the Seraphim to try disobeying her to her face.

The absolute struggle of dating an actual angel and who wasn’t just a Winner. He grumbled as you snapped your fingers changing back into your normal attire. His shirt was folded nicely on the bed next to him, he snatched it up, blatantly sniffing it. It smelled like you, him and sex the man could get off on just that smell alone.

“Be good and I might let you fuck me later.”

“If I even want to fuck your sorry ass later.” Adam grunted indignantly leaning back on the bed.

“The day you don’t you wanna fuck something with a pulse I’ll personally call God down here because that’s a goddamn miracle.” You argue blowing him a kiss, to which he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Maybe I just won’t wanna fuck you specifically what about that. Your pussy’s not that good.” Adam flipped you off as you raised an eyebrow, an arm resting on your hips.

“Oh yeah? That a challenge?”

An internal war raged in Adam’s head. On one hand go all in, don’t let the sexy broad in front of him win. Don’t admit her pussy squeezes him like a vice and is better than all of his previous wives pussy’s before her. Don’t admit that he’d probably let himself fall just for a chance to be with her again if it came to that. The thought alone made him want to gag; on the other hand admit she’s right and no one will ever compare to her and she’s ruined all other woman for him forever.

“Fuck you.” He settled on.

“Later if you behave.” You promised spreading your wings with a coy grin before sliding out of the room. Adam fell back against the bed with a loud groan, life’s a fuckin’ bitch.

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Baby cakes: It’s running later than I thought. I’ll make it up to you I promise, there’s some things I need to work out.

Original Dick: You’ve gotta be kidding me Ive been waiting all day for you

Baby Cakes: I know :( I’m sorry. Can you entertain yourself until I get back?

Original Dick: I don’t wanna jerk off. I wanna be in your pusy

Original Dick:*pussy

Baby Cakes: I know and I’m SORRY. When I get back promise you can do whatever you want.

Original Dick: anything?

Baby Cakes: …yes. Don’t make me regret it Adam.

Original Dick: at least gimmie some good jack off material. A nude? Titty pic? Anything?

Baby Cakes: You’re such a pain in my ass. Give me twenty.

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With the deal struck Adam figured it wouldn’t be such a pain to relieve himself before you came back from your meeting. After all who knew how long you’d be held up, and he didn’t need much for what planned to do with you.

That however was for another time and place. He settled on the bed with a loud sigh stretching his arms up into the sky, and spreading his large wings across the bed. Adam waved his hand summoning the shirt you wore earlier and brought it up to his nose, it still smelled and he groaned into the fabric. He was tempted to never wash it again, his wings fluttered almost like they were demanding your fingers caress them like you did earlier. Adam grunted staring down at his large digits knowing almost immediately he wouldn’t derive the same pleasure as before, but touched his own wings nonetheless. He shivered at the sensation and it wasn’t quite as unpleasant as he suspected but nothing like earlier.

Still there were hints of arousal as he preened himself; massaging the base of his wings moving upwards towards the tips. His other hand lowering down into his boxers, he wasn’t quite hard yet but he was certainly getting there.

His phone buzzed, Adam had half a mind to turn it off but seeing it was from you had his dick pulsing. He snatched his phone unlocking it quickly only to be met with a picture of you, face flushed in an empty conference room. Your shirt was pulled all the way up exposing your white lace bra and the swell of your perfect fuckable tits. Adam grinned feeling his dick grow in his hand, now that’s what he liked to see, he pumped himself a few times hissing at the sensation. His finger swirled around the head smearing pre all over himself, “come on baby. Show daddy some more, can’t get off to just your bra pic, that’s weak sauce.”

Like you read his mind another buzz, followed by another picture, this time your bra was completely off showing off your boobs, his feather clutched between your two fingers as your tongue licked up the plumes. Your other two fingers seemed to be buried in your pants, clearly teasing your clit.

Baby Cakes: Don’t wanna wait till later big daddy. Want you now :( stupid meeting. Just wanna be your cock slut.

Fuckkkkkkkkk. Adam groaned releasing his phone momentarily so he could moan into the palm for his hand. His cock throbbed as he reread the words over and over again, he could almost hear you saying them as you rode his thick dick whimpering so nicely with your wings spread behind you. Adam began pumping his dick faster, thrusting into the palm of his hand, squeezing it trying to mimic the feel of your tight, hot cunt.

It wasn’t working.

He cursed again, bucking his hips desperately trying to chase the release he’s wanted all fucking day.

Another buzz. This time a voice memo, shit how were you finding time to send him all this and not enough time to call off the meeting and come home.

Adam chose to ignore the fact lunch and dinner beaks existed.

He hit play already thrusting into his hand and choked back a sound as your high pitched whine played loudly through the speaker of his phone. You WERE playing with yourself, you fuckin’ brat, you were soooo getting punished.

You were moaning softly trying to be as quiet as possible, he could hear the squelch of your fingers dipping in and out of your wet pussy, he new you were dripping, clenching around fingers much too small to satisfy yourself at this point. Almost like he was willing you to hear him Adam began to speed up to match your pace, heavy breathing mixed with your own as he heard your breathing hitch before letting out a shuddering moan. He wasn’t long after, spilling all over his hand and boxers, “she’s so fuckin’ dead.” He said with a grin spreading across his face whipping his cum soaked hand on the bedspread next to him.

It was your bedspread after all.

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I hope this lived up to some of your expectations my dear. I throughly enjoyed writing it, next out will be Lucifer x reader x Lilith poly relationship and I am very excited! If you wanna be tagged in that just let me know! <3

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐱’𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the only person matteo loves more than you and charles is his uncle max, and his uncle max might have just given your husband an idea you weren’t so ready to talk about…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions or anxiety, slight arguments, bit of angst, but also lots of fluff and cute uncle max moments!

𝐚/𝐧: here is chapter 3!! this is the beginning of matteo’s karting journey! i place him to be around 2 here, still too young but this is where it all starts thanks to uncle max and charles! this one isn’t super angsty yet but as we keep going some chapters are gonna get interesting 👀

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At the age of two Matteo was already quite the quiet little boy, his preschool teachers always attempted to get him to come out of his shell and interact, but he didn’t really love the idea. At home with you and Charles he was the complete opposite, chatting, laughing, and wanting to play games all day long. You were worried but his paediatrician was sure to quell any worries, simply stating he would grow out of it and he was just a bit more anxious than most kids.

“Maman play?”

Came his little voice from the living room, he sat around a tower of building blocks and toys cars

“Sure my love, I can come play, papa will be home soon too”

“Papa!!”

You laughed at the toddler’s squeal of excitement, knowing his father was coming home soon and he would have both his parents to play with him.

“Papa jouer?”

You smiled leaning down to kiss his forehead, a hand smoothing his unruly chocolate brown hair away from his eyes

“Ou, petit ours, papa jouera”

Matteo giggles before pushing a few toy cars your way, letting you roll them back towards him as he smiled and clapped, truthfully as much as he adored Charles, Matteo was a mommas boy deep down.

It wasn’t too long after you’d begun to play that you could hear the tell-tale sound of Charles’s Ferrari pulling into the driveway, what you weren’t expecting were two voices instead of one. Matteo got up and went over to the front window, a noise of what you could describe as pure happiness spilling from his lips.

“Papa! Maxie!”

He turned to smile at you excitedly, a sight that never got old to you at all. You joined him in the window, smiling at your husband and Max Verstappenm aka Uncle Maxie, as they both walked to the door. As soon as it opened Matteo took off in a run towards his father.

“Matteo ralentit, s’il te plait, bébé, fais attention!”

His giggles only got louder until he managed to fall to his knees before getting to Charles, both of you waiting for him to whimper or cry from hitting the floor but he only sat back on his butt, frowing up at Charles.

“Oh, ç ava petit ours?”

“Ouch”

Charles smiled before bending down to pick his baby boy up, kissing his cheek

“Yeah, ouch Teo…we need to listen to Maman when she says careful right?”

Matteo nodded, his eyes glossing over a little bit, as Max excused himself to come over and say hello to you, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek

“Hey Max, how are you?”

He smiled

“Not bad...though not sure you’ll like me in a few minutes”

“What why?”

Charles cleared his throat, shaking his head

“Nothing amour, don’t worry about it”

“Charles.”

He watched you cross your arms, eyebrow raising just enough letting him know he was treading on thin ice if he continued, only making the dutchman at your side laugh

“Matteo, want to come with me and see something special?”

Max asked, causing the little Leclerc to turn his gaze to him before he began to nod enthusiastically

“Present?”

Max smiled taking Matteo from Charles

“Yes, present little bear”

As the two of them disappeared out the front door you looked at your husband, the good mood you were in beginning to dwindle knowing the two F1 drivers had gotten themselves into something, no doubt, not checking with you first.

“Mon amour…”

“Qu’est-ce que tu me caches Charles? Ne mens pas, je ne suis pas d’humeur.”

It was nothing new for you to speak in French, but Charles knew if it came out when you were a little irritated, he had minutes to fix the problem

“Rien, je vous promets que ce n’est rien de grave ma belle…venez voir.”

You hummed, not impressed at all, and it wasn’t like you were mad at him, because you weren’t. It’s just that there had been talks of karting and knowing Max you had an inkling of what this surprise was.

“Charles-”

He was quick to take your hands, pulling you to him so he could press a kiss to your lips, his eyes remaining soft

“Just please, come outside…then be as mad at me as you want”

Sighing softly you agreed, following your husband outside as he held onto your hand tightly, not wanting you to let go, Charles knew there was a huge chance you’d be upset over this but, here’s to hoping it wouldn’t be too bad. As you approached the garage you eyes widened seeing Matteo sitting in his own little go kart, Max cheering as he made fake karting noises, obviously it wasn’t on, for safety reasons of course. Matteo was smiling away, giggling as Max pushed him around a little bit, Charles glancing at you to see just how you felt about this.

“Maman! Kart Maman!”

You nodded walking over and crouching down to look at your little boy, and you would be lying if you said the happiness in his little green eyes didn’t make your heart soar

“Yes my love, did Uncle Max and your Papa get you a kart?”

He squealed happily, placing his hands on the wheel as you straightened up, looking over at Max

“So who’s idea was this?”

Both men remained quiet which only made you roll your eyes

“Someone want to tell me or do I need to play a game of clue?”

“Well you see…it was both of us”

You looked to your husband who had a sheepish smile on his face, nervousness behind his eyes

“Max and I were just attending a meeting and we saw it and well the rest is history, I just thought it would be cute for Matteo to have you know…nothing more”

“Nothing more? Charles he’s going to be wicked on the track with this thing!”

Max was smiling until he noticed your attention become focused on him, then it was his turn to feel nervous, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck

“When he goes on the track? That’s funny because last time I checked we weren’t talking about Matteo and karting, it wasn’t even up for discussion yet.”

Charles sighed as he watched you take Matteo out of the kart, holding him to your chest as you placed a kiss to his cheek, staring at the red and gold paint like it would bite you if you got too close to it.

“Max is just teasing baby I promise, I just wanted to get it so he can sit in it and just be around them, it wasn’t to make you upset”

“I appreciate that, but I thought we said we’d talk about it before you decided to even purchase a kart, Charles he’s two, i’m not even ready to discuss this with you yet…”

You paused walking a little ways from the two drivers before stopping

“Max I really appreciate what you did with Charles, but next time, speak to me first, Charles you should know better.”

They watched as you walked back towards the house, Matteo frowning and he noticed the distressed look on your face.

“Maman sad?” he asked softly.

“No Matteo, Maman isn’t sad, let’s go play inside hmm?”

“Play play!”

Charles watched the two of you disappear into the house before running his hands over his face, clearly not expecting you to be this upset by it, but deep down he knew better, and he should have talked to you about it. He and Max put the kart away before saying goodbye to one another, not before Max went to apologize to you.

As Max’s Audi pulled away from your family home Charles only hoped he hadn’t overstepped too much, Matteo was still young, he knew that but there was also the hope that he could introduce his little one to the world of racing. Knowing how happy Charles was as a kid to kart and grow up around race cars, he only wanted to share that with his son.

He just hoped he hadn’t messed that dream up by upsetting you.

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english translations:

Papa jouer? - Papa play?

Ou, petit ours, papa jouera - Yes little bear, papa will play

Matteo ralentit, s’il te plait, bébé, fais attention! - Matteo slow down please, baby be careful!

Oh, ç ava petit ours? - Oh, are you okay little bear?

Mon amour - My love

Qu’est-ce que tu me caches Charles? Ne mens pas, je ne suis pas d’humeur. - What are you hiding from me Charles? Don’t lie to me, i’m not in the mood

Rien, je vous promets que ce n’est rien de grave ma belle…venez voir. - Nothing, I promise that it’s nothing serious beautiful, come see

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ephermiro · 1 month

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Deadly Prank - Danny Johnson x F! Reader

Words: 2.96 K

Setting: It's Halloween night and you're home alone when you get a prank call from your roommate Danny.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors do not interact! Fingering (f! receiving), some knife play, tit play, vaginal sex, smut.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first time actually posting a fanfic on here. It's going to be kinda slow, not going straight into the NSFW. I've been writing for awhile, just never got around to actually posting. Anyways, sorry for the steaming, hot sin and I'm open to requests!

"It's Halloween night! C'mon, you're supposed to be dressing up and going partying!" Your friend was almost mocking you through the phone. You had decided not to go to the Halloween party that night due to your ex possibly being there. He caused enough shit for you and you already made an agreement with him that you would never be around him again. Not really an agreement, but more of a promise because he wouldn't dare even agree with you on boundaries. "I don't want to go. You already know why." Your voice was sharp when speaking, you wanted to get your opinion across your friends thick skull.

"Find then, puss. I'll make sure to send you some pics from the party." And with a click, it was silent again, she had hung up on you yet again out of not getting her way. You settled back on the couch, flicking through the various channels on the television. Most of the channels were playing horror movies and classic slasher films since it was Halloween day. Besides Hallmark, playing the cheesey romance Halloween romcoms that they always played. With an annoyed sigh, you tossed the remote onto the floor, settling on watching Rob Zombie's version of Halloween. A wonderful version of the classic.

Everything seemed perfect for a moment, you, a good movie, a soft blanket, and popcorn. The smaller moments of peace are what made you happy when your roommates weren't around. All of that was instantly ruined when your phone started that annoying ass buzzing again. You almost put it on mute until you caught the glimpse of your friends name from earlier and her profile picture popping up. She was calling again? Usually when she got pissy, she wouldn't talk to you again. Maybe this time it was an actual apology instead of a "fuck you, I hate you" from her.

"What do you want?" You answered after making her wait until the last second before the call went straight to voicemail. Because if she was going to be petty, so were you. You turned the phone on speaker, resting it against your chest as you turned your attention to the TV.

Nothing. Silence.

The call was just silent. Maybe just a butt dial? "Hey! You there, asshole!" You yelled into the phone, knowing that when you did that, you pissed her off. Still nothing, but in some sort of response, heavy breathing. It sounded like the breathing was coming from one of those cheap, plastic Halloween masks that scare actors would wear at scare attractions. This was probably a prank. It was probably one of the guys your friend hooked up with messing around with you. "Very funny. Call me when-" You were cut off by a wet sound from the other side of the call.

It sounded like someone had spilled water on the floor, or your friend had booty called you while she was puking from being shit faced drunk. "She's was a pretty girl, y'know?" A gruff, deeper voice at the other end of the phone wasn't what you were expecting. "It's a shame she was out by herself. Right outside your house too. How pathetic."

You quickly hung up. You didn't even bother hearing the rest. Whoever was pulling this joke on you was absolutely sick if they thought this was hilarious. You could still feel the lingering, darker thoughts at the back of your mind. "What if she was in danger and I just left her?", you had though to yourself. You quickly pushed the thought as you turned your attention back to the TV. Surely it was a joke. A damned sick joke. It all felt so surreal, until your phone buzzed again with the call.

"Who ever the fuck you are, stop! This joke isn't funny!" You answered, your anger and fear making you more hostile than needed. "Woah, woah. Settle down, baby girl. Just wanted to chat." The voice on the phone paused for a moment. "You hang up against and I'll gut you like a god damn pig, got it?" His words were immediate ice down you spine. You were tempted to hang up, but in a way, you were actually fearing for your life.

"You were the last person your little friend called. You denied her proposal to come with her to that little college frat Halloween party. You could've saved her, but she died alone." The voice had started to chuckle, low, deep, taunting you with the underlying guilt you now had. He was right, but in a sense of him trying to manipulate into feeling guilty. "She was alone. Just like...you." The lights cut out, everything blended in with the darkness of the night besides the faint blue glow of your phone screen lighting your face.

All was silent except for the panicked breathing that was now coming from you. You were praying to whatever god that existed that it was just a shitty prank from your roommates. "I recommend you hide, sweetheart."

Click.

He was gone and you were left alone in the mind numbing silence that followed. You looked around to check if any of the blinds were open, thankfully, they were not. So whoever was outside, couldn't see you. You darted upstairs, your hands trembling on the railing as you practically had to drag yourself upstairs. You were so panicked that you just wanted to collapse and cry. Tears burned in your eyes. The cool air was harsh on your lungs, leaving a burning effect. You paused as you heard something. Was that footsteps? Fucking Christ, that was footsteps. You let out a panicked scream as you heard the heavy steps crashing across your apartment to where you were on the stairs. It was so dark you couldn't see.

You ran away like a frantic, blind bat. Grasping at anything and everything you could to lead your way to your bedroom. That was your safe place, you need to get to the fire exit in your room to climb out of your apartment. The footsteps behind you stomped and moved like a mad man. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the figure slide and clash into the wall. He was moving so fast that he was slamming into everything to get to you.

The mask.

God dammit, you knew that mask. Your roommate, Danny, was wearing it for Halloween. He was still chasing after you like a chicken with it's head cut off and you still felt like you were about to either pass out or shit your pants in fear. Your breathing came out in a panting force as you ran up the stairs and down the hall to your room, slamming the door. It was too late, Danny had grabbed the door frame, you accidentally smashing his fingers in the door. He let out a pained grunt, throwing the door open. The sound was deafening when the door slammed up against the wall.

Welp, that was going to be an issue with the landlord, a hole in the wall. But did that matter to you or Danny right now? Not at all. You were too panicked by the prank going too far. Danny grabbed a fistful of your shirt, lifting you and tossing you to the bed like you were a toy. As you hit the bed, you let out a harsh grunt as the pain shot through your body. "Fuck you, Danny. Really!?" You yelled out, still panting hard. You felt like you wanted to cry from the amount of fear he had caused you. You actually thought you were going to die.

Danny chuckled deeply, pulling off his mask. He seemed, probably as equally as much as you were, scared. "Jesus Christ. I got scared cause I thought you'd call the cops on me." You both ended up laughing hysterically from the fear on both sides, both his face and your's covered in sweat. "You're a cute little thing when you run like that." Danny teased, one of his gloved hands gripping your legs. That was him. Flirting just because. In all honesty though, your relationship with him was rather unique. You'd go weeks without contact and as soon as he got back, he would be railing you until you saw stars.

Once the adrenaline from the fear slowly fades into a dull thrum in your skull, you finally allowed yourself to calm down for a second. You still wanted to slap the hell you of Danny for scaring you so badly. "Sorry, baby." He finally said, his hands lifting one of your legs up where he could slowly rub the muscles in your thighs. "Is a rub supposed to be compensation for scaring the piss out of me?" You said as you laid your head back against the bed, closing your eyes and letting him work out the knots in your muscles. Not that you were complaining, it did feel nice. "Maybe. I could do more?" Danny questioned on return, it was more of a asking permission question than it was just a normal rhetorical one.

You just nodded, wanting to see where this was going to lead to. You could already somewhat guess where it was going to go, it started with the dull, burning ache that was in your core. The only cure to that? Danny. Danny smirked at your silent answer, but that wasn't going to satisfy. He wanted to hear you say it. "No, no, baby girl. I want you to say it. Say for me, 'yes, Danny'." You rolled your eyes at his response, a snort of laughter coming from you. "Yes, Danny. We can do more." And with your works, a grin split across Danny's face. He already had it dead set in his mind that he was going to ruin you. Inside and out. He gripped your ankle, lifting your leg up into the air so your legs would remain open wide just enough where he could see the outlines of your folds through your shorts.

"Do as a say. Sit still. And remember, scream for me." Danny pulled one of his gloves off, his calloused hands moving down the smooth curves of your thigh, inching closer to your core. You were already squirming as his fingers teased you, your hips bucking outwards. "I said, sit still." Danny's other hand came down, pushing your hips down into the mattress, locking you in place. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want you to fucking fill me already." You shot back. It was your first time being a brat with him, not listening to his words. Danny glared down at you, a mix of anger and surprise at your sudden behavior.

"Then maybe-" Danny paused as he reached under the robe of his costume he was still using, gripping the cool, wooden handle of his pocket knife. He brought it out, waving it in front of your face as it came open with a click. "You'll learn how." Danny held the handle of the knife in his mouth before using his hands to push your legs apart. He kept his gaze on you the entire time as he took the knife back out of his mouth. Danny hooked the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and panties with the knife. With one quick movement, it was cut open, and you were left exposed to his burning gaze and the cool air. "Such a pretty little pussy." Danny cooed to you, almost like he was simply trying to own you with his words.

You could already feel yourself tremble with anticipation, the burning in your core getting stronger by the minute. It was such a burning, hot, almost painful feeling between your hips. The familiar coiling in your stomach was taking place. Danny's fingers were already sliding between and spreading a part your wet folds. "Danny, please." God, you were already begging like a little bitch and he hadn't even done anything to you yet. Danny's dark eyes flicked up to your's, meeting your pleading gaze. "Begging already?" He wasn't going to make you wait, he was already growing desperate enough when his erection was so tight in his pants that it was almost painful for him. Danny's fingers delved into your pussy, eliciting a shuddered moan from your lips. He used the thickness of his fingers to his advantage, using one of them to ring around the outside of your entrance to stretch it out before adding a second finger. You felt the sting of him stretching you out, preparing yourself so it wasn't so hard to take his cock later on.

With each curl, pump, thrust of his fingers, it brought out a new wave of wetness out of you that coated your slit along with Danny's fingers. "God damn, you're fucking perfect. Y'know that?" Danny brought his fingers out, making you release a small whimper from your quivering lips. Your inner walls now clenched at the sudden emptiness. Danny kept a steel grip on your thigh to keep you from closing your legs while his other hand was busy unbuttoning his pants. Your legs parted more, raising up your aching entrance up to Danny. "Remember what I said at the beginning?" Danny asked as he fumbled with his pants with shaking hands, eventually his erection sprang out, bobbing between your legs.

"You said... listen to you, sit still." You knew there was something else you couldn't quite remember. You were too focused on his throbbing member that rested against the hood of your clit, Danny rubbing it against you slowly enough where the precum beading at the top would slicken you up. "That's not all, doll. I said to do as I said, sit still-" Danny paused as he gripped his cock, tapping the pink, swollen head against your clit, making you moan out. "And scream for me." With that, Danny lined himself up, sliding his cock into your aching pussy inch by agonizing inch. You were going to scream alright, you already wanted to scream as he bottomed out inside you, his cock head kissing up against your insides. Your moans were already music to his ears, providing him with enough determination where he wanted to fuck you senseless. So he did. Danny let out a deep growl with each long, hard, deep thrust, slowing building up speed. The jolt of electric pleasure caused your eyes to roll back and flutter shut, making you hiss through your teeth. The sounds of your pussy taking in every single inch of Danny's cock so well filled the room.

"Fuck, Danny! Fucking hell!" You mewled and whimpered out, your limbs hooking around Danny to hold on for dear life. Danny had to keep himself from yelling right along with you, his main focus was your own pleasure. With a quick pull, Danny yanked up your shirt, revealing your breasts up to him. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Danny's mouth immediately found your nipples, sucking on them like a starved man. This added on more and more of that intense coil burning heavily inside you, causing you to desperately to crave release. The feeling of his lips and tongue working over your breasts, leaving dark red bruises across your skin, combined with his cock pumping into you with reckless abandon, was already growing to be too much. You were so desperate, crying out to Danny as an orgasm wrecked your body, your moans growing louder with growls. The electric pleasure shot straight up through your body, felt like it was bouncing from your core, to your hips, and up to your breasts.

"Good girl, fucking beautiful girl." He wasn't done quite yet, Danny was going to make sure you were going to be ruined by the time he was done with you. A quivering, wet puddle of nerves. His hands were all over you, clenching at your ass, pulling them apart in desperation to try to get even deeper inside you, up to your breasts where he moved his mouth away. Danny panted heavily with each of his rough thrusts into your wet slit, a string of saliva connecting his mouth from your nipple. "Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, you have great tits, great body, great everything, baby. Just a bit longer." The praises fell and moans of pleasure slipped out of his mouth, his face buried between your tits as he mumbled soft words of praises to you. Danny could already feel his cock start to throb, indicating that he was about to either paint your insides or will have to pull out of you.

But Jesus fuck you felt good.

Your pussy was so warm, so wet, it felt like it was almost begging for Danny to just cum right there inside you. He let out desperate, whining sounds as the friction of your inner walls clamped right around Danny's cock. Everything eventually all came crashing down right to him, his hips jerking back quickly, his cock leaving you empty with a wet pop. Danny grunted as his thick, hot seed sprayed out against your pussy up to your lower stomach.

He collapsed right on top of you, you both left a panting, steaming mess of exhaustion and nerves. Your hands interlocked into Danny's hair, pressing your cheek up against his head. You could feel the burning pleasure you once had slowly fading into a dull hum, your emotions and everything finally coming back to you over again. Danny fucking the sense out of you felt great and all, but you were left with one thing as your mind cleared up.

"What the hell did you do to my friend?"

#danny johnson x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #horror #slasher x you #ghostface fanfiction #dbd ghostface #dbd x reader #ghostface smut

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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hey! this is my first time requesting something so i’m not too sure what to ask for !

would love to see some oscar fluff tho 🥹🥹

Note: I'm happy you sent in a request, feel free to always share your ideas! 🫶 also, this was totally not written from personal experience 🙄

Tw: reader accidentally gets hurt

Dating an athlete meant that your holidays would often include adventurous plans like hikes and trails. For this afternoon, Oscar wanted to check out a hike near the beach where you could walk along the coastline.

"You don't have to go if you don't want, love", Oscar assured you as you put on your sports bra, "I want to, it's supposed to be very beautiful and it's a nice change of scenery from the pool", you smiled, getting your trainers, "these should be okay, right? I only have sandals and flip-flops and those are definitely not appropriate footwear", you reasoned, "yes, I don't think it will be slippery, more dusty I think", your boyfriend offered, grabbing his own trainers so he too could lace them and you could get going.

It started quite easily, the steps carved into the rocks from erosion clear and well limited, making you follow Oscar quite easy, "wow, look how blue the sea is!", he gasped as you reached a balcony like area looking out the coast line, waves hitting the rocks and turning into white foam.

"It says here the water line can go up and cover all of those rocks completely", you read on the wooden and metal informative plaque, pointing with your fingers, "Osc!", you squealed when you noticed he was taking a photo of you, "at least warn me first so I can sort myself out!".

"You look beautiful, love", he smiled, shoving his phone back in his pocket and circling his arms around your waist.

"I am sweaty and shiny from the suncream and my hair is all tangled from the wind", you pouted as you tamed down the little hairs that never seemed to lay flat unless they had a lot of product on them.

"You look lovely, believe me", he stole a quick kiss, "let's continue?", he urged, pulling you with him.

The trail started to shrink as the flat ground approached the line where the rock stopped and a couple of feet wrong and you'd be down in the rocky wall in no time, "can you hold my hand, please?", you murmured to Oscar, stretching your hand out while the other one was already grasping the safety steel railing chord, "here, I won't let go, I promise", your boyfriend assured as he laced your hand in his.

"We climbed all of this, so now we have to go down, be careful, okay?", he warned after you had taken a rest break to admire the view.

"It's fine, I'll be careful", you added, getting up and following him down. You didn't see one of the steps, so you went right over it, not measuring the distance properly and falling on your butt.

At the yelp you let out, Oscar was quick to turn around and help you, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked, checking over any injuries, noticing a little cut on your thigh and a graze on your elbow.

"Just bumps and scratches - and a sore butt", you pouted, accepting his hand to be pulled up to a standing position, "can you walk all the way back or fo you want me to carry you?", he wondered, "I'm fine to walk", you smiled, kissing his cheek and carrying on.

As soon as you arrived back at the hotel, Oscar stopped by the reception to ask for a first aid kit, taking it with you to the room so he could help.

"I'm sorry it stings, love", he pouted, kissing your thigh to distract you as he made sure the wound was clean and disinfected, "but it's looking good", he kissed your thigh one last time before moving up to your arm, seeing you had already cleaned it, "I can't put the protective band-aid", you explained, having him help you with it too.

"We can stay here for a bit before you go to lunch, how does that sound?", he suggested as he pulled you to cuddle him, "that sounds good", you kissed his lips before making yourself comfy, "my clumsy girl", he kissed the top of your head.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#oscar piastri blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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hardysbitch · 10 months

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Hi lovely! Can I request the smut prompt 1,"I love it when you moan my name" with Ross Lynch?

wrote it again cuz it was so delicious to just let it die in my memory 😋 (thanks for the reassurement love! hope you like it)

Prompt #1: "I love it when you moan my name" - R.L

tw: smutty smut and nothing worse than that, kept it pretty simple actually (after i proofreaded i say this is not even a smut sorry😭)

"That's a nice dress" Ross said. He entered the room we shared and stood in silence for a minute before that.

"I know, I think is what I'm gonna wear tonigh for dinner. Rydel said to look nice, right?" I said, looking at myself in the dress from different angles once again.

Both of us were in a trip with his siblings to Greece and his sister couldn't waste the opportunity to dress up and go to a fancy restaurant evertime she could, it was like she had tons of energy even while pregnant.

"Yeah, she did. But I don't you are going to be able to wear it." He said getting closer.

"What? Why not-" That was were i felt it.

Ross hugged me from behind by the waist, tighly. Making me feel his erection right in my butt. "Oh." I said, and he repeated it.

"Should I take it off then?" Looking at his eyes trough the mirror I could see the way they darkened, and he, again, pressed himself against me.

He started taking down the zipper in the back of the dress and kissing the skin as it went uncovered, making me feel a hot puddle in between the legs.

I turned around just to see him grinning at me with that cheeky smile of his, putting my hand on his throat and pressing lightly. He turned me around again just to push me by my hips until my knees hit the bed and i fell into it.

Ross quickly crawled over me and took his shirt of, allowing me to see all the view of his torso to the happy trail he was letting grow that disappeared in his pants. With one hand he took the sleeves of my dress one at the time and my bra came to view. I helped him by rolling the rest of the dress off my body and unzipping his pants, so he could take them off, when he suddenly stopped me with a kiss.

It was heated, a battle between our tongues that none of us was trying to stop. My hands went from his blond locks to his shoulders, making the same trail I always did. He started reaching places of my body with one hand, up my chest to the waistband of my panties.

"Ross-" I moaned when he finally got his hand inside my underwear, letting go of his mouth for a second.

"I love it when you moan my name" He said and got two fingers inside of me.

"Oh my- Oh" He set a steady rhytm with his fingers while we kept kissing. My hands placed strongly in his hair, pulling when he changed the pace for a better one.

I got one of my hands inside the boxer he was wearing, palming him and then starting to rub his cock.

"Keep going like that" He said, grunting when i squeezed him a little.

"Go get a condom" I whispered. And when he got up to go search in a drawer someone knocked up the door.

"Ross! You have a spare one by chance?" Rocky said in the other side of the door.

I bursted up laughing and an annoyed Ross made his way to the door.

#asks open #anon ask #ross lynch x reader #ross lynch #ross lynch imagines #ross lynch smut #the driver era #anon request #request are open #prompt list #prompt 1 i love it when you moan my name

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Batting Practice Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes you out, and it's clear he remembers all the details you told him. He even treats you to a trip to the batting cages, and at the end of the night, he's more than happy to give you a little tour of the Bronco.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing and smut (18+)

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

You locked yourself away in your bedroom as soon as Molly arrived and reread the text Bradley had sent earlier this morning. You had picked out a cute sundress to wear tonight, but now you were scrambling to change up your outfit.

Bradley Bradshaw: I wanted to surprise you tonight, Kitten, but I need to make sure you wear appropriate attire. I want to take you to the batting cages after dinner. You mind wearing sneakers?

You didn't mind doing anything he wanted.

Quickly you perused all of the jeans you had lined up on your bed. You chose the pair that had a few casual rips and made your butt look good. You paired them with a flattering black top and some casual slip on sneakers. And then you focused on getting your hair and makeup in order.

While you were a little hesitant for Everett to know you were going out with his coach tonight, you didn't see any way to hide it. He was making a pillow and blanket fort with your sister in the living room at the moment, and you figured Bradley would want to see him when he came to pick you up.

As you were swiping another layer of mascara on your lashes and double checking yourself in the mirror, you heard Molly yell, "He's here!"

Your heart was absolutely racing as you capped your makeup and ran down the stairs just as you saw Bradley approaching your porch through the front window.

"Coach is here!" Everett called as you opened the door for him. Bradley was holding a bouquet of flowers in each hand, and he looked impossibly handsome.

"Hi," he greeted all three of you, since Molly and Ev were now crowding around the door as well.

"Hi, Coach. Come on in," you told him, nudging your sister out of the way with your leg.

"I got one of these for you," he said, handing you some flowers. "And one for you," he told Molly, handing her the other bouquet with a smile. "Thanks for making tonight happen."

You would have been a little concerned about the way Molly was looking up at him if she was any other woman except for your sister.

"And this is for you," Bradley told Everett, extracting a baseball card from his back pocket.

Everett's eyes went wide. "A baseball card? It's a Phillies player!"

"Yeah," Bradley replied with a laugh. "Do you collect them?"

"No," Everett whispered, gently turning the card over in his hands. You were ready to cancel dinner and the batting cages and take this man right up to your bedroom. The way he treated your son was perhaps the sexiest thing about him.

"Well, I do. That's one of mine, but you can have it," Bradley told him. "If you want to collect them, too, I'll get you a binder to keep them in."

Now both Molly and Everett were looking at Bradley like they never wanted him to leave their presence.

"You ready to go?" he asked you softly, and you realized you were quite mesmerized by him too.

"I'll take care of these for you," Molly said, gently pulling the flowers out of your hand. "Go have fun."

"Oh, Molly," Bradley added with a grin. "Bob says hi."

You turned and looked at your sister, and she was biting her lip and trying not to smile. That was interesting.

When Bradley held out his hand, you laced your fingers with his, and both of you waved goodbye to Everett.

Bradley opened the passenger door and helped you climb into the Bronco, but before he closed it, you gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks for the flowers. And Molly's flowers. And Everett's baseball card. You're really fucking sweet."

Bradley laughed and kissed you a little harder. "We're just getting started, Kitten."

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The flowers and baseball card seemed to have the unexpected but also desirable effect of your hands constantly on Bradley.

You held his hand as he drove to the beach and found a parking space. You linked your fingers with his while he led you along the boardwalk to get burgers. And you wrapped your arms around his waist while you waited in line.

"Okay, Kitten. I know it looks like I put in very little effort here, but you told me you like cheap burgers."

You looked up at him, your chin grazing his chest while you laughed. "My favorite."

"These ones are good," he promised you, guiding you up to the window when it was time to order. You turned around in Bradley's arms, and now it was his turn to get his hands on you. He listened to you rattle off your burger order as he stood behind you and let his hands settle on your waist.

"Make it two," Bradley told the guy who was working once you were done ordering. "And you're holding something special back there for me as well."

You turned and looked up at Bradley over your shoulder, but he just shrugged and gave you his most innocent face.

"What?" he asked, trying not to laugh.

"You're going to go out of your way to make tonight perfect, aren't you?"

"Of course, Kitten."

He watched your brow crease. "Huh. I never went out anywhere with Frank. Same goes for Danny. Unless you count dinner at Red Lobster after our quickie courthouse wedding."

That was the second time you had mentioned how badly your douchebag ex husband and coworker fling had treated you. Bradley desperately wanted more information, but a bag of burgers and a bottle of chilled champagne were being handed to him through the window.

"Veuve Clicquot? That's like a hundred dollars a bottle!" you said when the champagne caught your eye.

"Oh, that's how you pronounce it? I just asked the woman at the store what to get for someone I was trying to impress."

You looked giddy as he handed it to you. "Well you can go back and tell her that you did a great job with that."

Bradley led you back to the Bronco where he pulled out the heavy blanket he had stashed on the backseat. "Feel like watching the sunset on the beach?"

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You and Bradley ate your burgers side by side on the blanket, facing the setting sun and the Pacific Ocean with paper cups of champagne.

"Your job sounds a lot more exciting than mine," you commented after he told you about the six months he spent on an aircraft carrier last year.

"Kitten. Six months in the middle of the ocean with nobody to hang out with except Bob. Are you insane?"

You laughed and turned to look at him after you finished your food. "Are you insane? Bob is a literal angel! He's the sweetest man!"

"Hey, now. Did Bob ever buy you a three dollar burger? I don't think so."

You laughed harder as he leaned a little closer and kissed your cheek. "No, he never did that." Then your eyes went wide. "Why did you tell my sister that Bob said hi?"

Bradley shrugged. "They were pretty chatty after practice on Monday. Bob usually flirts by talking about income taxes or recipes he tried out. But Molly was laughing. Quite a bit. You have to bring her to another practice and see it for yourself."

You squeaked. "Molly thinks he's hot."

You watched Bradley grin and rub his hand over his mustache.

"And I still think he's so sweet," you added. "And so do all the other tee ball moms. You should hear what they say about the two of you."

"What do they say?" he asked, sounding slightly concerned.

You snorted and shook your head. "That your arms are the size of fire hydrants. That you and Bob could take turns bench pressing them. That they would love a tour of your Bronco. I thought that one sounded like an innuendo, but I'm not exactly sure."

He smirked at you. "I'm only giving a tour of my Bronco to you."

"So... it is an innuendo then," you said, teasing him as he topped off your cup of champagne.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Kitten, but is there a reason why you decided to get involved with that shitty guy from work?"

You glanced down at the blanket and scrunched up your nose. Frank had been an easy, convenient option, or at least that's what you had told yourself. When you looked up at Bradley, you took a deep breath and said, "I didn't think I could do better."

Bradley almost dropped the bottle of champagne, barely catching it before it hit the blanket.

"Are you fucking joking?"

"No," you said quietly.

"Jesus, Kitten. You could do way better than me, and I'd like to think I'm an upgrade from Frank who doesn't know how to take no for an answer."

You turned to look at the sun as it started to dip below the horizon, illuminating everything in orange. But your eyes were drawn back to Bradley and his beautiful face.

"See, Coach, the thing is... Frank was already an upgrade over Danny. We only got married, because I was pregnant. We weren't really even together."

"Kitten," he whispered, hooking his fingers underneath your chin and running his thumb along your lips.

"It's really all okay, because I got Everett out of the deal." The last thing you wanted was for Bradley to feel bad for you. Your life turned out better than you ever thought it would when you were still married.

"Your son thinks you're cool," he said with a smile, and you smiled back. "I grew up without a dad, too. It scares me a bit how much I can relate to Everett."

You leaned into his palm where it was cupping your cheek. "What happened to your dad?"

"He died when I was four. And my mom died when I was nineteen."

You felt your face crumble as you scrambled across the blanket to reach for him.

"It's okay, Kitten," he said with a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "It was a long time ago."

"That just makes me want to hug you more," you told him, your words muffled against his neck. The deep laughter that rumbled in his chest made you push him back until he was laying on the blanket with you on top of him, your cheek resting on his chest.

Bradley tucked one arm behind his head and kissed your hair while he kept his other arm around your back. The two of you ended up watching the sun disappear from view and the sky start to turn purple with you draped across him, not saying a word until the first few stars were twinkling.

"You ready to visit one of my favorite places with me?" Bradley asked softly when you tipped your chin up to look at him.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked, biting your lip as he parked at the batting cages. "I'm not even sure I know how to hold a bat correctly."

"I thought you were a pro now, Kitten. Watched all those YouTube videos."

You shot him a playfully scathing look as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"But don't worry," he added, leaning across the seat to kiss you. "I'm gonna be a lot more hands on."

You pressed your lips together and nodded, and Bradley was excited for this.

It was dark out now, but the bright stadium lights allowed this place to stay open late. There were some teenagers and another couple here as well, and Bradley led you inside to pay.

The air conditioner was blasting, and Bradley immediately opened his arms for you to snuggle against him. "Hi, one cage for an hour, please," he said, handing over his credit card. You were snuggling against him, but your lips also found their way to his neck as he quickly signed his credit card receipt. Bradley grunted your name as you kissed him, contemplating just taking you back to the car.

"Show me how to play baseball," you whispered. "I want to be a power hitter, too."

Bradley laughed and took you by the hand. "You gonna behave?"

You just shrugged as he led you to the helmets and helped you select one in your size. He grabbed one as well, along with two bats, and headed to the assigned cage with you, popping the gate open and then closing it behind you both. The sounds of other people hitting balls and laughing filled the air.

"Keep your helmet on the whole time, okay?" He wiggled it onto your head and then gave you a kiss. "Want me to go first? Show you where to stand?"

"Yes, Coach Bradley," you said with a smirk. He wanted to wipe that smirk off your face with his lips.

Instead he hummed as he positioned you in the corner of the chainlink cage and put his own helmet on. He turned the pitching machine on and set it to the highest speed.

"See that light?" he asked, pointing down to the far end where the machine stood. "When I press the button to signal that I am ready for some pitches, it will change from red to green before each ball gets launched."

"Okay," you nodded, letting him know you understood.

"I have it set on fast, but I come here a lot. We can slow it down when it's your turn." Bradley pressed the button one more time and watched the light change to green as he got into his batting stance. He took a dozen pitches, hitting all of them hard up into the mesh or down along the ground.

Maybe Bob was right; maybe he should join the officers rec league. He'd probably be better than everyone else, but maybe he could pitch instead of playing shortstop. He thought Everett might like to come watch him play. You and he could sit in the bleachers and cheer for him, and then Bradley could take Everett to pick out some baseball cards at the flea market in Coronado.

"I know it sounds cliche, but keep your eye on the ball," he told you, hitting a few more pitches. "That's more important when you're hitting against a real pitcher than a machine, from a safety standpoint. But it's still important."

"You're all about safety, huh? I think it's part of the reason you make such a good tee ball coach."

He turned and glanced at you. He hadn't really considered that he might be doing a good job at coaching the team; he usually deferred to Bob most of the time. But he was enjoying more aspects of coaching than he thought he would be.

When he was done with his second round of pitches, he paused the machine and picked up the smaller bat. "Super into safety, Kitten. You have any idea how upset I'd be if you got hurt because of something I could have prevented?"

You took the bat from him and said, "Tell me."

"Devastated," he whispered, hooking one finger through your belt loop and pulling you toward him while he backed away. "Ready to give this a try?"

He turned you so you were in position with him standing behind you. "Plant your back foot over this way," he said, gently pushing your right foot back with his. "And then bend your knees a little more. Perfect."

"How do I hold the bat?" you asked over your shoulder.

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, and helped you place your hands where they needed to go. His front was pressed against your back, and he could feel the friction of his jeans rubbing against yours.

"Like this," he rasped. You had goosebumps on your arms, even though it was still warm outside, and you were leaning back against him a bit.

When you were in position, he let his hands trail the length of your arms and down your sides until they settled on your hips. He'd been dying to be able to touch you freely like this for weeks, and now you were egging him on.

"Like this?" you asked, your voice practically a moan as you pressed your ass back against him.

"Just like that," he agreed, letting his fingers slide up inside your shirt, making you giggle as he caressed your skin. "You ready for me to turn it on?" He squeezed you with both hands before letting go.

"I thought it was turned on," you mumbled before turning your face toward him and saying, "Yes, coach."

Bradley laughed as he selected the slowest pitch speed. "Watch for the green light, Kitten."

You swung too late at the first pitch, missing it completely. Same for the second and third pitches as well.

"You're swinging a little late, but you look good. Really good," he promised, staring at your ass as you swung a little earlier this time. You almost had the timing down, but you were just not quite there yet. "I'm pausing it for a minute." Bradley watched you bend to pick up one of the balls and he groaned. "Fuck."

"What?" you asked innocently.

"You know what, Kitten. You love teasing me," he said, taking the ball out of your hand and tossing it toward the mesh fencing. He was a little hard now; something about the combination of your body and watching you try to hit a ball was really doing it for him.

"Get me back into position?" you asked, and Bradley had his hands all over you again. When you wiggled slowly against him, he groaned before releasing you.

"Focus. Let's try this again. Remember to swing earlier," he said, adjusting himself as the machine sent a pitch your way.

You missed the first pitch and groaned. You missed the second one, still swinging a little late.

"Come on, show me where Everett gets his skills from," Bradley told you. "You can do it, Kitten."

Then you nailed the third pitch, sending the ball up into the netting. "Oh my god, did you see that?" you screeched.

"Sure did! But pay attention, you've got more pitches coming."

You hit the next few in a row as well, and then Bradley turned off the machine and caught you just as you jumped into his arms.

You dropped the bat to the ground and kissed him. "I'm a power hitter," you whispered against his lips with a smile. Bradley pulled off your helmet and let that fall to the ground too. He held your lips to his with a firm hand at the back of your neck.

He was certain you could tell he was a little hard, the way you were moving against him. "You proud of yourself?" he asked.

That simple question could have so many meanings, but the way you gasped, "Yes," had him slipping his fingers underneath your shirt again.

He kneaded your skin softly while you kissed him, and he finally managed to say, "Let's get out of here, Kitten."

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The short ride back to your house was quiet, the air in the Bronco thick with anticipation. Bradley must know you couldn't invite him inside tonight. Even if you could sneak him in and back out again, you weren't going to do it when Molly was there.

When Bradley pulled into your driveway and cut the engine you had your seatbelts off immediately. "Come here, Kitten," he whispered, easing his seat back and rubbing his thigh. He groaned as you crawled across the seat toward him and kept his hands planted at his sides until you were straddling his right thigh.

"This is technically our third date, right?" you asked, licking your lips.

"That's right," he confirmed.

"Makes this okay, then," you whispered. You were wet; you could tell your underwear was soaked from the anticipation of the ride home. But it felt so good pressing yourself against him, like you were quenching a need you didn't even know you had before tonight.

"Hi, Coach," you said softly, scooting up along his thigh with a soft gasp as your hands came to rest on his shoulders.

Bradley's hands found your hips in the darkness, and then his lips and mustache were on your neck. "Hi, Kitten." He bit you softly, and your head tipped back slowly, your body arching against his.

You could feel yourself slowly grinding against his leg, and then you stopped yourself, embarrassed. You were like a cat in heat, humping his thigh.

Digging your fingers into his soft hair, you pulled his head back so you could get your lips on his. "Don't stop, baby," he commanded, hands on your hips guiding your core slowly along his thigh. "Feel good?" his breaths were a little shorter, and his voice was deeper now. The interior of the Bronco was so quiet, every single tiny noise either of you made felt impossibly amplified.

"Feels so good," you whined softly, right next to his ear, and he jerked his leg up against you, making you cry out his name.

"That's right, Kitten. I'll take care of you," he promised. "Give you what you need."

You nodded vigorously, lips parted before you mashed your mouth to his, letting him invade you with his tongue and taste your teeth. He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed his hands higher up your shirt until he was pulling it off. You were moving against him slowly, his huge palms warm on your back as the cool air hit your skin.

Bradley leaned back against the seat and smiled at you. "Been dying to see everything since you sent me those dirty photos while you were at work."

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your plain black bra and your skin, and you could hear yourself begging him to unhook it.

When you felt the fabric slide away from your breasts, only to be replaced by his rough thumbs, you became one hundred percent certain that he was going to make you orgasm with your jeans still on.

"So pretty," he whispered, toying gently with your breasts while you moved your hips along his thigh, your movements becoming a little more erratic.

"Bradley," you gasped, a little nervous about what was going to happen. "Is this okay?" Your voice was quavering.

"I love it," he promised before his lips wrapped around your tight nipple, and you were practically seeing stars. Your underwear was slick and soaking wet as your clit was met with the perfect amount of pressure.

Bradley sucked harder on your right nipple, palming your left breast a little roughly. "Oh, god," you gasped. He was amazing. He was doing everything you needed him to with almost no prompting.

"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, brushing your wet, hard nipple with his lips and mustache. Now you were bucking against him as he devoured you, all needy lips and gentle teeth. Bradley held your chest to his lips, both hands on your back as your legs started to shake.

"Oh!" you cried out into the darkness. "Bradley!"

"Cum, baby." He was swirling his tongue against you as you stuttered and clenched deliciously around nothing, soaking your panties even more.

You rode out your orgasm until your hips were barely rocking against him. Bradley was rock hard inside his jeans, pressing against your right leg, and when you reached for his zipper, he eased you back along the seat with his knee pressing firmly against your core.

Once you had eased his zipper down, you reached inside to stroke him through his underwear. He hissed for you when you squeezed him gently. He was huge. He was going to make you feel so good all over again.

Your phone alarm started to screech inside your purse, and Bradley whacked his head on the passenger door while you scrambled beneath him.

"I'm so sorry," you said breathlessly, reaching to try to silence your phone, but it took you a few seconds to find it. "Sorry."

Bradley just grunted and kissed your cheek. "Is that your cue to end our third date?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry," you said again.

He was still holding himself above you, and you assumed he was still hard when you started to reach for him. But he eased himself away from you, and you wanted to scream out that it wasn't fair.

"Bradley," you whispered, but he was already helping you up to a seated position. When you reached for his jeans again, he stopped you, and brought your hand up to his lips.

"It's okay, Kitten. We'll have more time another day," he told you, reaching for your bra and helping you put it on.

"I'm sorry, Bradley. It's just that Molly has to work tomorrow, and I promised I wouldn't be out-"

He quieted you with a kiss, letting his forehead rest against yours.

"I had fun with you tonight." His breath was hot against your face. "I want to go out with you again."

"Me too," you agreed right away. That wasn't even a question in your mind.

He pulled your shirt over your head before he popped open the passenger door. The air outside felt freezing as you stepped down onto your driveway, but Bradley followed you out, zipping up his jeans before wrapping his arm around you.

As he walked you up to your door, you bit your lip and nudged his semi hard length with your palm, and he groaned before he started to laugh.

"I'm sorry about that," you said with a grin.

"Don't be, Kitten," he said and then kissed you. "Got you off. That was more important."

You squeaked as his lips met your neck. "Nobody else has ever made me cum like that," you whispered into the cool air. Bradley groaned against your skin, making you clench as you added, "Frank couldn't get me off at all. I had to think about you to be able to finish."

Bradley froze and then backed you up against your porch railing, examining your face. "You thought about me when you were with another man?" he growled, and you trembled.

"Yes," you whispered, and he was pushing himself against you and tasting your tongue again. You were about to chance taking him up to your bedroom with you, but your neighbor's motion activated light turned on and lit up your entire porch.

Bradley pulled his mouth away from yours, but he was panting now, and his cock was twitching against your belly.

"I'll be thinking about that forever," he promised, looking at you in awe. He exhaled a ragged breath and said, "Go inside. I'll see you at the game tomorrow, Kitten."

You moaned as he stepped away from you and guided you to the door by your shoulders. "Good night, Coach." With one more kiss, you were opening your front door and letting your fingers brush against his.

When you closed your door and leaned against it, you saw Molly was smirking from your couch, holding a book on her lap.

"Oh my, look at you," she said, making you grin and giggle. "The two of you were sitting in the driveway for an awfully long time."

"Shut up," you mumbled, still smiling at her as she started to grab her things so she could leave. "Thanks, Molly."

After your sister left, you were too jittery to go to bed. Your skin felt flushed with heat, so you stripped down to your bra and damp underwear and fell back onto your bed, a puddle of satiated lust.

You giggled as you thought of the state Bradley left in. You grabbed your phone and texted him.

Sorry I left you with such a big problem to take care of.

He texted back so quickly, you were scrambling to see what he said.

Bradley Bradshaw: I just got home. I'm about to take care of it, Kitten.

You sucked air into your lungs, heart pounding as you wrote back.

Just how big of a problem is it?

He attached a photo that had your jaw dropping open. His cock was huge, tenting his gray boxer shorts. And he was grabbing himself through the fabric. You groaned as you were filled with need once again.

Bradley Bradshaw: Massive.

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Massive. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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existslikepristin · 5 months

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Hey @worldsover. Happy birthday.

Tags: NSFW, smut, Dreamcatcher, teacher!Jiu, student!Gahyeon, male reader, threesome, big ol’ noncon warning here, or is it dubcon?... no don’t fool yourself this is noncon, mysteeerious circumstances ooOOooOOh *finger wiggles*, no beta read and no editing I had to go fast cuz this is for a birthday and it’s already late by two days, blowjob, deepthroat, a little fluff, a little romance, a really poorly thought out B plot, absurdity, hypocritical “protagonists”, Jiu is stronk and rips clothes, the relationship is toxic but not the usual way, also butt stuff babyyy

B-Side: [title] ft. Gahyeon, Jiu

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“Honestly,” Jiu says, slapping a bead of sweat off her forehead, “She's heavier than she looks. Must be a lot of muscle under there.”

You stare at Jiu, then at the other girl on your bed. What’s her name again? Gabriella? No, there’s no way that’s it. That’s a stupid guess.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu reminds you, as if reading your mind, “Do you remember what I told you about her? Well she did it again. She came into class drunk!”

Still in a certain amount of disbelief, you can only hope that Jiu’s telling you the truth, and that it’s the whole truth. If not, there will be no small amount of trouble stemming from this night. Jiu knows things. Specifically, she knows things because you’ve demonstrated them for her. You’ve regretted that for a while now, because Jiu is also impetuous, to put it mildly. If she managed to replicate—

“Turns out it’s really easy to do what you taught me on someone who’s already in a receptive and reduced state of mind like drunkenness.”

Fuck.

“Jiu, you can’t just…” you struggle for the words.

To describe how what she’s done is wrong? No.

To describe the harm Jiu may have inflicted? No.

To describe how absolutely fucked you may be here? Yeah, that’s probably the one.

“Can’t?” Jiu asks, “But it worked, didn’t it? I mean, I think it worked. Here…” Before you can stop her, she slaps Gahyeon’s thigh. “‘Ey! Get up and show us your tits, slut!”

You choke on your spit and flinch backward. This is bad. It’s not too late to run and remove yourself from any direct implication. Gahyeon’s starting to sit up, so you pivot around and take a stride toward the door.

“Damn,” Jiu half whispers, “Those are nice.”

No way.

Surely, your ears and eyes deceive you. When you turn back around, you’re assaulted with the view of what will most likely be considered assault. Gahyeon is upright, her sweater bunched up around her collarbone. Jiu is palming her bare chest, bouncing a boob as if she’s estimating its weight. To say that you’re mesmerized would not quite be accurate for a couple of reasons. For one, you’re terrified. Gahyeon’s half-lidded—but open—eyes take in your countenance, probably forming a permanent mental image that can and will be used against you in court. And for another, it’s Gahyeon that’s mesmerized in a sense. You can’t just claim to be in a state that someone else in the room is actively in. That would be asinine.

“Jiu…” you start, trying somehow to save face, “Jiu, stop, oh my go—”

“She always comes into class without a bra, and… well, this sweater isn’t the norm. Usually, it’s cleavage all the way down, or nips stabbing through a sheer tank top. So fucking distracting,” Jiu definitely doesn’t stop at your insistence. She ignores you entirely, groping, squeezing, pinching, every little motion sparking a twitch in your face. “Not that a pair of tits is inherently distracting, obviously. I’m no prude. Free the nipple, right? But she flaunts these! Pushing them together in my face when she hands in papers. Calls attention to them every chance she gets. Just the other day, she asked me to borrow a pencil, put it down her shirt in front of me, and then went back to her table and used a fucking G2! We’re working with volatile chemicals! She doesn’t have to be courteous, she just needs to think about some damn safety!”

You blink, suddenly realizing that you waited for an entire rant to finish while doing nothing but stare at the mammary glands in your girlfriend’s hands. Maybe you’re mesmerized after all. Mesmer was a hack, so any word coming from his name is likely an accurate description for a half-assed (or full-boobed, in this case) party trick.

“Alright Jiu, you’ve had your fun,” you blurt out in the brief moment of clarity you can find, “Don’t you think the nice girl should be on her way?”

“Gahyeon? Nice girl? This slut? I’ve told you all the shit she pulls in class.”

“Including in the last thirty or so seconds, yes.”

“And you think she should just get to go?”

“I mean, morally speaking, we haven’t heard her say a word of consent here, so yeah, perhaps it would be best to—”

Jiu cuts you off with a cock-browed stink eye that reeks of the sentence: Are you fucking kidding me?

“Are we gonna have a problem here?” Jiu asks, out loud this time.

“Whaaat?” you creak, “Nooo, no. I’m just saying, what if she…” You pause, trying to indicate nonverbally some deeper implication to your words with a series of bonkers facial expressions. Jiu hasn’t always been the most reliable at catching on to double entendres though. “What if she’s not into it?”

Jiu squints. “What? Are you saying all those other people have been into it? I sure didn’t hear them consenting.”

Fucking holy shit fuck, you’re fucked. Jiu’s fucked. You’re both so fucking fucked.

“NO.” You try to contain your volume, but it still comes out a bit loud, even through your gritted teeth. “I’m saying… what if… someone were to think… that perhaps… they might discuss this… with an official?”

There is a cursed moment of silence while Jiu simultaneously judges you and mulls over your words. Finally, she clicks her tongue, “You think I didn’t do it right, don’t you?”

You put your hands up, unsure of how to respond without giving everything away to the potentially fully aware Gahyeon.

“You really think I fucked it up, huh? Hey Gahyeon, what are you gonna remember later?”

The silence is palpable.

“See? Nothing. You always say they can’t talk back like this, right?”

“Because…” You pause to develop a new double entend—Who are you kidding? You’re already fucking fucked, as previously stated. “Because I tell them not to talk back! It’s not an inherent factor! Did you tell her not to talk back?!”

“Oh…” Jiu says.

“OH?!”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I built that in.”

“Pretty sure?!”

“Look, like it or not, I’m gonna keep on keeping on with these titties. If you don’t think I did it right, you can run away. Otherwise, you can get your cock out of your pants.”

“And the memory?!”

“Same diff. Built that in.”

“How?!”

Jiu sighs and climbs further onto the bed, behind Gahyeon. She snakes her hands around and continues groping away. Something that she whispers into Gahyeon’s ear gets Gahyeon to finish removing her sweater, and she merely sits, politely, silently, while continuing to be assaulted before your very eyes.

Suddenly, Gahyeon’s head is thrown back. It's not her doing it, it's Jiu with fingers entwined in her hair.

“Look at her,” Jiu hisses at you, “I don't even care if she does remember. She's a stupid hot slut who teases me every day, and has no respect for my cooking class. If anyone needs to get their pretty little throat fucked, it's her.”

Hang on, what?

“I'm going to get my strap and I'm going to fuck her so raw that she won't even be able to come into class for a week. Maybe then the other students can actually get something done for once—”

“Don't you teach chemistry?” you ask.

Jiu pauses her gripping of Gahyeon’s body. “Yeah…”

“I could have sworn you just said cooking.”

“What? That would sure be a silly class to teach!”

“I mean, not really. That would actually be pretty cool if you taught cooking. You're really good at it.”

Jiu’s head fully pokes out from behind Gahyeon. her eyes are glistening with tears. “Oh my gosh, you really think that?”

“Of course. Babe,” you pause, and move to stroke her cheek, “you've always been passionate about your cooking, and I just want you to pursue your career the way you want to. Cooking, chemistry, it's all the same to me as long as you're happy.”

She sniffs hard, clearing out her nose. “Aw, honey… You'd support me if all I taught was cooking? Really?”

“Absolutely.”

She gives you a pouty-lipped stare for a few seconds, clearly holding back the waterworks. “O-oooh, get over here!” She shoves Gahyeon over and holds out her arms.

With a smile, you take Jiu up on the embrace, squeezing her tightly and basking in her warmth.

Sniffling even harder directly into your ear, Jiu babbles little nothings for a moment, and then says, “You sweety, you… can I suck your cock?”

“Sure, babe,” you say, pulling her back a little so you can give her a brief kiss.

Jiu gets your pants off fast. She's always quick at that. Lots of practice. Your dick hangs free until she gets it in her hand, working you up to full mast while she kisses your neck. It only takes a quick pull from her on the hem of your shirt to remind you to take it off for her. As soon as you do, her kisses go lower, and lower, and lower. Your eyes naturally flutter closed and your hand alights on her head, not so much guiding her as petting her.

Then, you’re inside her. Her lips, so incredibly tender, wrap the head of your cock, and her tongue pulls you in deeper. It’s sensual, slow, relaxing even. All of your worries fade away. You stroke her hair, and look down at your lover to take in her beaut—fucking dammit, the girl’s still here! How the fuck did you forget?! She’s literally lying down, half naked, between you and Jiu, and this is very concerning, obviously!

“Jiu! Jiu, wait! We’ve got to do something with her!”

She pulls back, still rolling your cockhead over her tongue. “Oh. Yeah. Let’s fuck her! Sit up, slut!”

Gahyeon does as she’s instructed, slowly sitting straight back up and slotting herself between you and Jiu. Her tits end up smushed against your pelvis, hugging your dick. It’s not quite as good as a blowjob, but her boobs are big enough to fully engulf you, and that’s pretty great… but you can’t think about that right now.

“No, babe, we need her to—”

You just can’t get a word in today, can you? Jiu’s mouth covers yours. Her tongue dives in, stealing away whatever you were going to say and the throat on your dick turns any thoughts into pleasured moans. But that is a problem in and of itself, the throat on your dick. Because it’s not Jiu’s.

Sneaking a glance down, you see that it is in fact Gahyeon whose head has been shoved and is now deepthroating you with no resistance. Her hair is bunched up in Jiu’s hand, and she’s bent over at one hell of a severe angle. Her ass looks real good in those tiny, tight shorts from up here.

“Please, wait for just a second, Jiu.”

She backs off, but only barely. Her eyes capture yours, lock them in place, and throw away the keys. “Yes, honey?” Jiu has never been good at hiding her smiles.

“Okay, let’s fuck her.”

“Yeah!” Jiu jumps with joy, and would have continued the alliteration if allotted adequate hours, but instead she kisses you again, on the nose, cheek, and lips before falling onto her back to undress.

Ignoring the storm of projectiles that Jiu’s clothes become, you actually take a good look at Gahyeon. Her eyes are still half closed, just like before. In fact, her whole face is slack, fully relaxed, not something you often see when your cock (or anyone’s) is fully stuffed down their esophagus. A light bidirectional breeze tickles your stomach at a steady rate though, so if there’s a lesson to be taken away here, it seems the real secret to comfortable deepthroat is to be entirely unresponsive to the dick you’re sucking. Both arms are resting to her right side, where they landed after she was told to sit up.

Once Jiu is naked though, things change up rapidly. She grabs Gahyeon by the hips and yanks backward. Being the ragdoll that she currently is, Gahyeon limply falls forward and end up with one cheek shoved up against your hip. Miraculously, your dick being so far down her throat is what prevents her from face planting at the foot of the bed. Jiu pays this awkward positioning no mind as she, bare-handed, rips apart the sides of Gahyeon’s shorts and the underwear beneath, as if you needed the reminder that she’s both the beauty and the beast in your relationship. If it turns out she pulled everything off correctly today, she might be the brains too… Nah, she’ll always be your favorite dumbass. How on Earth did she convince you that she taught university level chemistry?

You politely readjust Gahyeon so she’s flush with your pelvis again, and you start to thrust. “Gabriella…” you start.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu corrects you as she yanks Gahyeon’s legs back again, diving between them and hungrily pressing her face into Gahyeon’s ass crack.

“Right. Gahyeon, hold yourself up and suck.”

Oddly, she doesn’t do as she’s told. That’s not how this normally goes. You continue thrusting down her throat, kind of monotonously. “Gahyeon?”

Jiu comes up from Gahyeon’s ass for a breath and to let you know, “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I forgot to mention, you need to say the trigger word.”

“You gave her a trigger word?” you ask, actually somewhat impressed, “Nice! What is it?”

Jiu beams a cheesy smile. “It’s ‘titties!’”

FUCK.

“TITTIES?!” you can’t contain the shout. Gahyeon twitches, but otherwise remains unresponsive.

“Hehehe, yup!” Jiu looks so pleased with herself.

“It’s supposed to be something that she’s not likely to hear!”

Jiu cocks that eyebrow again and waves a dismissive hand. “Oh, no decent person says ‘titties’ in public.”

You palm your face with both hands. One isn’t enough. Gahyeon slides off your cock and face plants at the foot of the bed. So much for avoiding that. “Dammit, everybody says ‘titties’ in public these days! More and more people every day!”

“But…” Jiu takes a quick breath. “If more people are saying it every day, that means not everyone is saying it in public yet.”

Claw down your cheeks, leaving red streaks. “That’s not the fucking point, Jiu! Lots and lots of people say it these days, especially on college campuses!”

Jiu screws up her face the way she does when she tries really hard to find the answer to a tough question. “Okay, how do we get rid of it?”

“Just tell her, but it doesn’t go away immediately. Every time she hears it, it lasts a little longer.”

“Oh. Easy. Ey, Gahyeon! Forget about ‘titties’ okay? It’s not your trigger word anymore.”

You glare at Jiu, but she ignores it, happily going back to devouring whichever hole she was working on before.

“Okay,” you whisper, “okay okay okay. Gahyeon, get up on your elbows.”

This time, Gahyeon does as she’s told, propping herself up. Excellent. You lift her head by the chin. You’ve always had a thing for a good pair of lips—it’s no wonder that you’re dating Jiu (for that, among her many other qualities)—so you find yourself rather taken with Gahyeon’s. They’re very slightly thinner than Jiu’s, but they’re curvy, like the rest of the girl. You run your thumb over her lower lip, simply taking the time to admire her. Jiu has good taste. And if what Jiu’s told you about the attempted seductions is accurate, so does Gahyeon.

“Tell me if you can talk now,” you mumble.

“I can,” Gahyeon mumbles back. Her voice is kind of… creaky.

“Are you any good at sucking cock?”

“Yes.”

“And do you enjoy sucking cock?”

“Sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at the lukewarm answer and straighten up so that your dick is directly in front of Gahyeon’s lips again. “Tonight, you love sucking cock. So take it deep.”

It’s still a requirement to place your dick to Gahyeon’s lips before she starts. In the state she’s in, she can only really react to physical touch and sounds consistently. She should be able to see, but what she sees may not be exactly the same as what she perceives. You’d be very curious to know what she is currently perceiving, but her ability to describe it is most likely inadequate, or even entirely inaccurate.

Regardless, she does as she was told. Just like before, she gets all the way down, but now it’s intentional (technically). And she is loving it (technically). There’s not a gag to be heard as she takes your cock as far down her throat as it will go, backs away until the tip is at her lips, and the process repeats. The corners of her lips curl up into the tiniest smile (at least, more than usual).

“Honey? Mind if I use this slut’s mouth?” Jiu asks you after a bit.

You’re tempted to say no and follow through with this face fuck until completion, but you know what they say: Always let your girlfriend do whatever she wants with the sluts that she brings into the house under mysterious circumstances. It’s common courtesy.

“Sure thing, babe. Gahyeon, get on your back so you can service Jiu.”

Gahyeon’s movement is suspiciously sluggish, as she slowly extracts your cock from her throat. She blinks a few times before pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

“What’s taking you so long?” you ask.

“I don’t understand,” Gahyeon responds, stopping her movement altogether.

“What part?”

“I don’t know a Jiu.”

You’re briefly puzzled, but you figure out the problem in the moment immediately before Jiu clears the air.

“My students call me Ms. Kim.”

You scowl. “Not even ‘Professor’ Kim, huh?”

Jiu shakes her head and shrugs.

Annoyed, you grab Gahyeon by the arm. She has no mechanism to resist. “Don’t you respect your professors, Gahyeon?”

“No,” she says simply.

Annoyance justified, you continue, “Why not?”

“They claim authority that they don’t generally deserve.”

“What if they work really hard?”

“It doesn’t matter if their ability to teach is hampered by the school.”

“Then why go to school?!”

“Taking down an establishment is impossible without knowing it intimately.”

You and Jiu both blink in surprise.

“Well, okay… What about your cooking professor?”

“I love Ms. Kim.”

Jiu puts her hand to her mouth and squeaks out, “You do?”

“Yes.”

Well now you’re getting somewhere. You lay Gahyeon down on her back and release her arm. The handprint fades slowly. “Why do you love Ms. Kim?”

“She teaches a valuable, practical skill without being pretentious and doesn’t shill fascist propaganda to her students. She is also extremely attractive.”

You smirk at Jiu, but continue addressing Gahyeon, “Have you tried to seduce Ms. Kim?”

“Yes, with minimal effort to avoid disrupting her work.”

“How would you feel if you did disrupt her?”

“I would feel the need to apologize.”

Jiu’s lower lip quivers and her eyes glisten with tears yet again. Crying is not an incredibly uncommon occurrence for her.

“Would you consider being her slutty little sex slave?”

“No.”

What a fucking downer! All that build up only for her to reject the proposal! You and Jiu gawk at each other incredulously.

“What?!” you demand, “Why not?! You just said you tried seducing her and find her extremely attractive, both of which are totally valid!”

“Unbalanced power dynamics in sexual relationships are morally reprehensible.”

Jiu and you share a look down at Gahyeon’s supine form and back, and then you both burst into laughter. Forget her being a downer, this girl’s hilarious!

You give Gahyeon’s bare thigh a couple of hearty slaps. “Sure, sure! That’s a good one, Gahyeon. You want to be a slut for Jiu!”

Then you remember that Gahyeon doesn’t know Jiu as “Jiu,” so you open you mouth to course correct, but Jiu goes first.

“Yeah, you little slut! You are going to get weak in the knees for Ms. Kim from now on. Hearing her voice will make you uncontrollably horny. Her spit will be a delicacy to you.”

You smile broadly. Jiu really has learned a lot. She’s incepting Gahyeon correctly, using the second person future tense without contractions! What a fantastic, sinister girlfriend you found yourself!

“Your ‘morals’ will always be worth compromising when it comes to Ms. Kim,” Jiu keeps going, voice curiously peppy for something so dark, “Ms. Kim will own your holes, and your desire to please her in every way will rival your desire to undo the societal imbalances caused by authoritarian capitalists. You will do anything for Ms. Kim.”

Clap for that devious performance. Applaud, even. Jiu grins from ear to ear. “How was that, honey?”

“Excellent, babe! And for a first attempt, too? Incredible.”

Jiu blushes, “Well, I did try it once before on another student.”

You nod approvingly. “Did that one go just as well?”

“He hasn’t left his work station without first cleaning it in the last two weeks, so it seems to have been good!”

“Oh, that guy? I was wondering where all the complaints about him had gone.”

Jiu slips her hands beneath Gahyeon’s shoulders and yanks her to the side, finding a good position to straddle her head. “I can fill you in on the details later, but for now I think you should hurry up. Don’t want to let my new slut’s ass dry out.”

You hoist Gahyeon’s legs out of the way, dipping down to investigate. Indeed, her tiny rosebud is gleaming with saliva. So it was her asshole that Jiu was eating out! No sense in allowing such a lovely, courteous thing go to waste! Before you get back up and line up your cock, you give it a quick lick. You can’t help yourself. Jiu’s spit is delectable. Fitting, for such a good cook.

Speaking of fitting, your cock and Gahyeon’s ass? Fantastic fit. The preparation provided by Jiu is what really seals the deal though. The entry is a dream, metaphorically for you and something close to literally for Gahyeon. You expect you’ll have an absolute blast once you start fucking in earnest, but you want to wait for Jiu to get settled in first.

And Jiu does just that. She faces you and settles in on Gahyeon’s face, as expected, humming cheerfully. It’s hard to believe just how enamored you are with the way she wiggles side to side, getting a feel for the facial contours most suited to being seating.

“Get a taste of Ms. Kim’s pussy, Gahyeon, and tell her what you think of it,” you suggest, already knowing that Gahyeon is in for a treat.

Gahyeon sticks out her tongue, and immediately recoils with a gasp. “You taste so much better than I imagined!”

She knocked it out of the park with that one. It’s uncommon for anybody to show much of any enthusiasm in this state of mind unless they’re specifically told to.

“Awww!” Jiu coos, “You little sweetheart! Eat me out, deeply.”

Gahyeon seemed quite unbothered about sucking your cock, but she seems downright pumped about this. Her arms even leap up, blindly falling over Jiu’s thighs. Jiu squeals with delight as Gahyeon’s tongue flies over her clit, through her petals, and straight inside her. You can see the sparks in Jiu’s eyes before they shut tight, the instability in her legs before she presses her palms into Gahyeon’s breasts, and the crack of a smile before she groans in blissful passion.

Oh, Jiu. Such a good woman, doing such bad things.

Suddenly, you remember you’re balls deep inside this girl’s ass. Right. You can admire Jiu and still get yourself off.

Pull back a stroke and slam back in. It doesn’t matter one bit to Gahyeon how rough you are, but you don’t want to do anything that would ruin Jiu’s enjoyment, so you push down on Gahyeon’s hips, pinning her mostly in place (it’s not perfectly effective) while you fuck her.

That puts you and Jiu face to face. Heavy breaths hit each other over and over. You kiss. You lean into each other, nipping lips and necks, giggling darkly. Sharing a little sex toy like this is perfect for affirming your affection for each other. Jiu stares into your eyes, trying desperately not to blink as she reaches climax.

“Beautiful,” you whisper, caressing her trembling jawline.

When she manages to get a lungful of air, Jiu whimpers back, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too,” you return. You punctuate with a new kiss, firmly gripping the back of Jiu’s head to ensure you can stay attached while you both pound and grind away. You even give her hair a tight little tug, which seems to give her a miniature, aftershock sort of orgasm.

Surely, you imagine, she must be all but drowning Gahyeon, but that’s no reason to stop. Not when the girl’s neurons are registering the fulfillment of her fantasies (whether they be brand new fantasies or older ones), and her body reacts accordingly, her pussy grooling all over your cock and making your ass-smashing even smoother. You even detect moment or two of slight tightening. All these orgasms urge you to join in, and you have no reason not to.

Except, perhaps, one.

You take Jiu’s hand and give her knuckles a quick kiss. “Jiu…”

She already knows. With a completely unnecessary seductive lip bite, she slips off of Gahyeon’s face and down until she’s fully on top of the girl, back to Gahyeon’s stomach, legs spread to fold around you.

Pull out of Gahyeon. The toy doesn’t matter anymore, not when you have Jiu below you. Your cum is for her. Without looking, you find her pussy easily, naturally, even. It’s unclear to you whether you were this close to cumming already or if it’s just Jiu’s body that speeds you along that path, but it begins as soon as you reach her furthest depths. Now this is a perfect fit. You drop on top of her, desperate for her mouth on yours again as you fill her with pump after pump after pump of your crème de la penis. She moans your name repeatedly between hitched breaths, and you repeat hers as well, voices indicative of a need that falls on every level of the hierarchy. Only once you’ve been thoroughly depleted do you notice the little sharp pains of Jiu’s nails digging into your shoulder and back.

Neither of you move, if you don’t include your heaving chests, focusing on each other’s eyes and bathing in each other’s auras. This time, you say it first, “I love you, Jiu.”

“I love you,” she tells you back.

The three words practically turn into a chant, until each of you is smiling uncontrollably and rubbing your noses together as if you can’t come up with something more interesting to do.

Eventually, as all things must end, you break apart with a last giggle. You’ve gone soft, but you don’t know when exactly your spent dick fell out of Jiu. Taking a quick look, she’s leaking an incredible amount of cum directly onto her student’s pussy.

Sighing wistfully, Jiu reaches back over her shoulder to stroke Gahyeon’s hair. “Well, how long do you think it will be before she’s begging me to use her?”

“Well, normally it takes a few months for someone to mull it over, but every time she goes under it’ll speed things up. If someone were to give her a super common trigger that she’ll hear accidentally multiple times a day… maybe two, three weeks?”

Jiu whines incoherently and rolls off of Gahyeon’s body, casually grabbing a boob and rolling it about. “Oh, I’m sorry for having faith in humanity, that people would have the decency not to say ‘titties’ in public. Anyway… I guess I’ll just have to keep her close while I wait.”

You nod approvingly and massage the back of Jiu’s leg.

“Hey, since you said she wants to be my slut tonight, what do you think would happen if I woke her up right now?” Jiu asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Gahyeon, wak—”

Your anxiety spikes.

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 7 months

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𝐀:𝐧- 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝗺 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝗼 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝗼𝐭! 𝐇𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭/𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

You were the elder sister of Osamu Dazai more (not really) you were more likely with him since he was young as you were 2-3 years older then him. You took care of him well.. More likely you work as pretty far even outside Japan, which lead to traveling too when need and let two people as caretaker look after him.

He knows he have a sister, he knows how you look like through the portrait of yours in the hallway of the small house.

After all the presents he get every birthday make it obvious. But his mind of joy was short lived as he never saw you.. Truly, He never saw you giving them the gift or even visit him.

The two caretaker mock him into implying that he is just a burden to you or sort.

The words hurts him more and more as he turn 14 as he finally attempted to kill himself.

As often it was you got the news making you to rush back to Japan.

Unfortunately, You were late.. He was taken by a doctor as the caretakers unfortunately found dead alarming you.

Your mind in frenzy and pain as you even lose your younger brother. Oh how you should have look after him yourself.

Yes you work at early of age more likely, due to your ability, been helpful though it was slightly illegal work but not murdering or sort.

...

Time went by in two years, as your search came to an end as you work in Japan on those due to time force to resign that work that make you stay outside of Japan traveling and more likely you earn a lot through there. Which also one of the reason why you are able to live in Yokohama for now.

"Oi Dazai! Get your lazy butt to move!" Shouted a voice as your body move to where the voice was to see a certain ginger hair boy with a brunette you are familiar of or so you think.

"Ma~ Chuuya There is no-" he paused as his brown eye flickered onto yours that seems to be staring at him.

It widens a bit as he approach you, as Chuuya the ginger hair boy look confused as he followed suit.

"My what a lovely lady, what brings you here? Am I too handsome for you not able to lay eyes off from me?" Asked Dazai as You shook your head.

"I apologize for staring it is just you.. Look familiar"

"Oh? Perhaps so.. May I know your name, Miss?"

You were abit hesitant as you took notice of their clothing well.. Specifically The brunette clothing as The ginger hair male look casual.

"Don't hesistate, Well let us first introduced first.. I'm Osamu Dazai" said the brunette as your eyes widen a bit making him slightly confused by your reaction as he narrowed his eyes when Chuuya introduced himself to you.

His eyes are deceiving him.. Right? You look exactly like.. No.. Why would his adopted sister be here either way.. Right?

"I'm.. Y/n l/n"

Dazai couldn't help but smirk and glance at Chuuya signaling him to leave leading Chuuya be reluctant yet, does so.

"So.. Y/n L/n.. More likely... Oneesan" said Dazai as his eyes darken at you.

Your eyes widen at the mention word.

"So.. Your-"

"Indeed.. (Chuckles) the one and only.. I didn't thought.. You will finally come back to Japan after.. All this years of.. Isolating me" the last line of his word make your spine chill as your mouth was dry, unable to speak out.

"I.."

"Your job was tough.. I know but you never visit me.. Like I never exist.." He walk in circle around your form as he stop and took a strand of your hair.

"You know.. It hurt me.. Knowing well even if I have an elder sister who.. Adopted me.. She never visited me, Even if it was Christmas nor new year."

You were quiet as it was true you never visited Japan for quiet some time.

"I.."

"But that's alright after all your here now, we can always find the happiness together now.. I heard from others.. That"

His face lean up closer to your face making you take a step back.

"You have been searching for me for about a year! I was so happy but.. You stopped why Did you gave up so easily? Was I not worth anything?"

"N-no it's nothing like that, i-"

"That's alright now, Neesan after all.. Now I found you and we can always be together do you have a house? Perhaps so"

"I.. Do but.. "

"Hmm? Are you trying to leave me again?"

"O-of course not.. I can always visit your work, Dazai" you said as you smile a bit nervously.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Right you will be.. But can't I stay with you, Y/n-oneesan?"

"Um... Sure.. Sure..?" You muttered as he beamed and hugged you firmly as you couldn't help but feel you make a grave mistake.

A mistake on meeting Dazai again.

Just hope that at least you can have your freedom.

A:n- that's all good day/night to you all.. hope you take care of yourself!!

#yandere x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #yandere osamu dazai #yandere Osamu #Platonic #Y/n x Dazai #yandere dazai x fem reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #Elder sister #dazai x fem reader

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everythingseasoning · 1 year

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Misunderstandings.

AU - You’re in love with your best friend Eren Jaeger, but he seems to be interested in somebody else.

Tags: Pining. Friends to lovers. Fem bodied reader. For any skin, POC friendly <3

Warnings: Eventual smut. Minors DNI with pt. 2

Length: pretty short. this is pt. 1

“She looks nothing like me.

So why do you look so happy?

I know now, if I tried to change,

Somehow, you’d end up with her anyway.”

\opposite, Sabrina Carpenter\

𓆩♡𓆪

A whole city. Endless festivities, adventures, movies, people bustling about on a Friday night. But you stared out the window alone.

Tears slipped down your face as you buried your face into your sweater, the sleeves damp from all the tears you’d already cried. It still smelled like him. You felt like a mess. You felt ugly. You sniffed again, stretching your jaw to see just how puffy your face was.

Your phone buzzed: You checked it, feeling your skin crawl when you saw his name on the bright white screen.

Eren <3: Y/n, why aren’t you answering me?

A few hours ago:

It was Friday night and he’d bailed on you, on your plans. Eren said he was feeling ill. So imagine your surprise when you saw him at the mall with another girl that same night. She looked nothing like you, from her hair, to her skin, to her eyes. She was giggling as he held her waist.

And there you were, standing with two reusable bags hanging off your arms, filled with items for him, staring into a picture of a beautiful couple— a picture that you didn’t belong in.

You were at the mall, buying him silly hair clips so you could pin them on his gorgeous brown hair, before helping him with his skincare. You’d planned to go over to Eren’s place that night. Eren always slacked on his skincare whenever he was sick. And you were about to hurry back to your car, which had fresh produce in the driver’s seat. You were worrying about the food spoiling before you could cook tonight, for him. …But then you saw them, and it wasn’t a trick, it was undeniable: Eren cupped her face and you felt your heart drop. Green jealousy exploded in your body, betrayal and shock coursing through your veins. You wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to disappear. Eren pressed his lips to hers, his hands above her butt, pulling her flush against his body. You turned and walked away, tears already hitting the ground.

…

Your phone buzzed again.

Eren <3: Y/n?

You: Why didn’t you just tell me the truth.

Eren <3: WHAT How did you end up at the same mall that I went to? There’s like a dozen in this city.

Eren: Hello?

Eren: are you mad?

Eren: I didn’t mean to lie, Y/n. It’s just that Isabella asked me out, and I knew you’d be mad if I canceled plans to hang out with somebody else… You know you’re my best friend.

You didn’t know what was worse. The fact that Eren had totally missed the apology mark, or that he’d thought you’d be like an understanding wingman for him.

You muffled a scream, feeling totally helpless, totally jealous, totally hurt.

You: I can’t be friends with you anymore, I’m sorry. I just need to be away from you. You haven’t realized how much you’ve hurt me, for months now. So this is goodbye.

Eren: …What??

You: Please just leave me alone. Don’t try to reach me, in any way. Congrats on your date.

Eren: Y/n, what are you talking about?!

Eren: I called you, answer the next time I call

Eren: Y/n… come on. I’m coming over.

You: Eren, don’t.

Eren: Too bad. My best friend is upset. I’m gonna be there for her.

Your heart ripped even further. You didn’t think it was possible for it to hurt even more, but now you knew: Eren would only ever see you as a best friend.

You: I said leave me alone. If you show up, I won’t answer. I’ll call security.

You finally clicked out of his contact, his name changed to its rightful title.

Dumbass: Are you being serious right now??

You: I’m leaving now. Leave me alone. Please.

You deleted his contact. You went around your house and grabbed all of Eren’s belongings: his spare toothbrush, his scrunchie, his stuffed teddy bear. You threw it all in a bag.

It was time to get over the love of your life.

— 3 months later —

“Jean. I think I’m in love with her.”

“So that’s why you haven’t fucked anybody in months,” Jean replied, swirling cream into his coffee.

“These have been the hardest months of my life, without her.” Eren groaned. His hair was down, and he wore sweats in the campus cafe. He was a hot mess.

“Dude, she was your best friend, what happened?”

“I… I don’t even know. She just said I was hurting her? For months? And that she couldn’t do it anymore… I fucked up, Jean. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I miss her so bad.”

— Pt. 1 End, cause I need to fucking sleep —

AN: yo this is rushed as fuck.

It’s not thought out. It’s unlike my usual work, and tbh I don’t like it.

But like. Hope you enjoyed?!

Pt. 2 comes out if y’all want it. You can just comment if you want a pt. 2 :)

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my-soupy-brain · 2 months

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thinking of calming ted down before bed!!!! spooning him / giving him back scratches or rubbing his tummy so he feels all relaxed and sleepy

I need this and I am such a sucker for cozy Ted x reader stories. Back scratches and rubs and cuddles and soft sighs. Gimme! Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All cozy comfort

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Ted grumbled a sigh of relaxation when he rolled into the mattress where you were already propped up, reading a book.

"What. A. Week," he sighed, stretching his body out and pulling the covers up, while you set your book down and rolled to face him.

Your hand instinctively went over his white t-shirt, rubbing across his soft but sculpted torso and chest. Your fingers danced through the chest hair peeking out of the top of the v-neck collar.

"What a week indeed but you made it, sweetie," you answer, leaning in to kiss his lips soft. His big hand cups your face while he does this. He kisses like a romantic, always.

"You won two matches. You worked the team hard. Even balanced the whole practice when Beard was out sick. You've earned some relaxation."

Ted's big doe eyes look up at you, a smile beneath his mustache.

"Aw, darlin'. You're the best prize there is after a long week."

His fingers laced with yours and he raised the back of your hand to kiss gently.

Your other hand plays with his hair and he closes his eyes gently. his long lashes always make you smile. Why do men always have the longest, most beautiful eyelashes?

As he lays, he twists his body. His shoulder has been giving him trouble, and you can see his eyebrows pinch at the discomfort.

"Turn over, sweetheart," you whisper, his eyes popping open.

"Huh?"

"Turn over, on your belly," you suggest and because he trusts you, he does.

You run your hands over his back gently, digging your fingertips in small circles around his shoulder that hurts. He groans into the pillow. But the t-shirt is in the way, so instead you tug it up a little, so you can touch him, skin to skin.

Some lotion on your hands goes on, and you slowly drag your hands in mirrored motions down his back, to his love handles, to the arch, and back up. Across his shoulders, down the shoulder blades, and to the base of the neck.

Ted groans happily.

"Didn't know I'd have my own personal masseuse tonight," he chuckles a little.

"Now hush that butt, and let me take care of you, honey," you answer sweetly with a smile. And Ted nods. "Aye aye Captain!”

Your hands keep their motions, and beneath you, Ted's so happy he could cry. No one has ever taken care of him like this. The pinch of his shoulder muscle is almost gone, and he feels...weightless.

As you move down his back, you drag your nails gently, scratching down the smooth skin, across the freckled, sun-kissed shoulders. He groans happily again.

"I love that sound," you say with a smile.

Ted laughs. "I probably sound like a walrus."

"Yeah but a happy walrus. Mustache and all."

He laughs at this and you continue your movements until he yawns a big yawn.

"Gettin' sleepy, sweetheart?"

Ted nods, mumblings. "Yeah, I am. This massage is puttin' me right out."

"Good."

You start to wind down the movement, settling back to your side of the bed. You keep one hand on his back now, tugging his t-shirt back down, just lightly scratching him as his breathing steadies and you hear a small rumble of a snore.

"Goodnight, Teddy," you whisper, turning out your lamp and shuffling to his back as big spoon, his hand - in sleep - finding yours and holding it over his chest.

(This is totally how Ted rolls into bed when you're next to him and it's fucking adorable.)

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There we go. What a comforting little tale. Something about taking care of that man and comforting him just kicks my whole heart and ovaries into overdrive. Sigh. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you

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the-froschamethyst4 · 9 months

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Like father like son

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, flirting, a hint of smut, language, son copying dad, married couple, some bickering

Price likes to flirt with his wife Y/n. Y/n finds it really cheesy and sometimes doesn't like it (mainly in public)

Now her son Beau likes to follow in his father's footsteps and copies everything Price does

But it may catch him in trouble at school when he tries to flirt with his crush not realizing that what he said could offend her

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Y/n was up getting everything ready for her husband, her and her son Beau. Beau is in the 5th grade and has to catch the bus soon. Beau came down and sat at the dinner table ready to eat breakfast.

Soon Price came down and smiled seeing his wife and son, he went over to his wife and tapped her butt and kissed her cheek. Beau saw this and watched Price come to him and sit next to him with a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Beau, come on bud, you have to catch the bus,” Y/n said as Beau took his last bite and grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door.

Beau stopped in the driveway to wave to his mom through the kitchen window, but he didn’t get her attention fast enough this dad already took her attention and kissed her lips. He watched but then headed to the end of the driveway to wait for the yellow bus.

“Beau!” Beau looked to his right seeing his friend come and wave to him.

“Hey Adam,” he said as the bus came by and stopped picking them both up.

Price watched as the bus left and smirked at his wife who was on the couch watching the News.

Price walked over to her and cupped her face kissing her soft lips and pinning her hands just above her head.

“Price? What are you doing?” She giggles.

“We haven’t do it in a while, so? Why not, huh?”

She just giggled as he kissed his lips down to her inner thighs. Holy hell did it feel good, she squeezed her thighs together but Price pushed them back open and kissed close to her clit. She lightly moaned and he smiled up at her.

“John, I h-have to get ready for w-work soon,” she says as Price just groaned and rolled his eyes as he sat up and Y/n examined his pouty face.

“Oh come now, we can do it later,” she crawls over to him and just gently rubs his crotch. She felt him tense up and kissed his cheek.

She got off the couch heading to their shared bedroom. He got up and followed her.

She immediately took off her shirt before walking through the door, she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a white bra and matching white panties.

“So we may not have sex but I can watch you tease me?”

“I’m not teasing you.”

“You just grabbed my crotch and now you’re strip teasing me,” he said as Y/n started to remove her pajamas and then put on her underwear and grabbed black thin tights and put them on.

He watched her move around the room opening the closet door and grabbing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt.

She put her close on and Price threw his head back and looked down at his crotch seeing his friend a little too happy.

“Keep him in your pants, John.”

“I can’t help that.”

“Mhmm~” she hums as she went to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth.

“Can you just…I don’t know…satisfy him please,” he begged as he gently pushed himself against her.

“If I do then we both know where this goes and leads us,” she said, pushing her butt out and earning a soft groan from him.

“I have to go, now. But,” she turns to him and put her hands on his chest. “I’ll see you later, make sure Beau gets off the bus alright and also make sure you don’t get any sort of phone calls about Beau, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She smiles and kissed his lips.

“See ya later,” she says as she walked out of the bedroom grabbing her purse and heels on the way out and once the front door shut, Price looked down at his friend.

“Now what the hell am I going to do with you?” He said.

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Beau walked into class with Adam putting his stuff in his cubby. Beau looked around the classroom and saw the girl that he liked, her name is Oakley May Wilson, but people called her Oakley May or Oakley.

Beau swallowed a lump in his throat and walked to Oakley. He was definitely coping his dad right now, from how he’ll walk and now he’s about to do what Price does to his mom.

He leans on her desk with one hand to get her attention and his other on his waist waiting for Oakley to look up at him.

“Oh hi, Beau.”

“H-Hi Oakley,” he stuttered. He tried to get confidence like his dad but he kind of failed at that.

“What are you doing?” Oakley asked.

“Ummm~ I..I was just g-going to ask if you would l-like to sit with me at lunch t-today?” He was a stuttering mess.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Oakley said with a smile on her face.

“Cool,” he but his thumps up but looked at his hands and realized his dad doesn’t do that and put them down. “Sweet,” he said.

Now was the tough part…does he kiss her? Does her not kiss her? He watched his dad kiss his mom all that time, so does he does it now?

Beau leaned forward and kissed Oakley’s cheek, but it wasn’t a good kiss more like a quick and light peck. Oakley could have mistakes it for a tap on her cheek with his fingertip but she could feel the slight wetness from his lips.

She touched her cheek and immediately jumped up from her seat.

“Did you just kiss me?” Oakley asked, looking at Beau confused.

“Huh? No, no way,” Beau tried to act like he didn’t just do that.

“But…why is my face-“

“I didn’t do that, I promise.” Beau put his hands up in defense, he’s never seen his mom get mad over a kiss so he’s confused if he did something wrong.

“You did! You did kiss her!” Sarah Thompson yelled. Sarah and Oakley were best friends.

“No, no I didn’t!” Beau yelled.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Beau’s teacher Mrs.Flynn walked into the classroom.

“Beau kissed Oakley,” Sarah yelled as she pointed at the both of them.

“On accident,” Beau placed his hands up.

“Beau, we don’t kiss in school, especially in 5th grade.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident honest.” Beau said as Oakley just looked down at her hands and gripped the bottom of her dress like she was embarrassed.

“Oakley May? Did he kiss you?” Mrs.Flynn asked.

“I…I don’t know..?” She said.

“Okay, Beau…you’ll get a warning for today okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Beau nodded his head and went to his desk.

He put his head down and used his arms as a pillow, he felt embarrassed that he did that. But he also doesn’t understand, his dad kissed his mom a lot and she doesn’t get upset so why did she get upset? He doesn’t get it.

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It was recess and everyone was on the play ground. Oakley played freeze tag with some her friends and Beau sat on the bench were the teachers would usually sit, he didn’t feel like playing today.

He looked down at the ground and dragged his feet in the rocks and make random letters and shapes in the dirt.

“Beau? Why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” Mrs.Flynn asked when she sat next to him.

“What I did in class, why is it bad? I see my mom and dad kiss all the time and they never get mad at each other when they kiss. Why when I did it, it was bad?” Beau asked.

“Well…your mommy and daddy are married to each other so they have the right to kiss each other and not get mad. But you and Oakley aren’t together so, she also has the right to be upset…is this making any sense?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So since she was upset…does this make you feel upset and the reason why you aren’t playing?”

“Yes.”

“Well…why don’t you go apologize to Oakley and go play.”

“Okay,” he jumps off the bench and went to go find Oakley.

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Price sat on the couch after getting out of the shower, towel still around his waist as he turned on the Discovery Channel.

They were talking Military flights and history something he enjoyed. Now Price got today off, so he could catch-up on his sleep and just spend the day how he wanted.

He tossed the remote to the side and slide down on the couch cushion to get comfortable. Well he was comfortable till his phone rang.

He groaned when he realized it was on the kitchen counter. He got up adjusting his towel that was still around his waist and saw it was the school calling.

“Oh great. What did you do this time, Beau?” He asked himself before answering. “Hello?”

“Hi we’re your sons school calling to let you know he’s had a bit of an incident at school,” Price rubbed his eyes and nose bridge.

“Okay, like what?” He asked.

“We would like to discuss it in person instead of over the phone, so if you could please come down that’ll great,” the lady said.

“I’ll be there in 20,” Price said as he hung up and went upstairs to go get dressed.

“Beau, come on,” John mumbled.

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John arrived at the school. He saw Beau with his head down, Price bent down to his sons level, and noticed tear stains on his cheeks.

“Beau?”

“I didn’t think I did anything wrong,” Beau said. Price opened the principals office door seeing him and Beau’s teacher.

“What did my son do?” He asked as he sat next to Mrs.Flynn.

“Well there was a small incident this morning he accidentally kissed a girl and at recess I told him to go apologize to her and well…I caught him and the girl kissing…on the lips this time.” Mrs.Flynn said. “He says he watches you and your wife kiss all the time and doesn’t understand why what he did was wrong versus when you and your wife kiss.”

“So he’s not in trouble to suspend but we would like for you to teach him the wrong and right of kissing someone.” The Principal now said.

Price put his head down and just nodded. “I’ll see what I can do,” Price got up and went to the lobby and got his son.

“Am I in trouble, dad?” Beau asked.

“No…No you’re not.”

Price understood that maybe when him and his wife kiss it meant something but when Beau does it to a girl he likes she may not like it.

“Beau, you know when your mom and I kiss, it means we love each other right?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you kiss that girl?”

“Because I like her but we’re not married like you and mommy.”

“True, true. Beau you can’t just kiss anyone.” Price said.

“Why?”

“Well, does the girl like you back?”

“When I went to go apologize to her on the playground she said she forgives me but she…she kissed me dad.”

“Did she?” Price looked up in his rear view mirror and saw Beau nod his head. “Bud…if she kissed you…she likes you.”

“Huh? Really!”

“Yeah. I mean you kissed her this morning right and she kissed you at the playground…Beau…she likes you…”

“Tomorrow…why don’t you apologize…and then play with her on the playground tag, hide and seek something along those lines okay?”

“Okay, dad.”

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Once home Beau immediately started on his homework and Price helped him every now and then. Price was also making a snack for the both of them.

Y/n came home and saw her son already home. He wasn’t supposed to be home around this time.

“Mama!”

“Hey, bud…” Beau hugged Y/n’s waist “what are you doing home so early?”

“There was an incident at school,” Price said as he placed a plate next to Beau’s homework.

“What incident?” Y/n mumbled as Price ushered her upstairs to talk so Beau could do his homework.

“He accidentally kissed a girl,” Price said once the bedroom door was shut.

“He kissed a girl? That’s not bad.”

“Well he thought it was okay because we kiss a lot, and he thought it may mean that…every girl may like that.”

“We…we…”

“It’s okay, love, he figured out it was wrong but…I think the girl liked him because…she ended up kissing him at the playground.”

Y/n’s jaw kind of dropped and Price was kind of confused.

“What?”

“I don’t…I don’t know?” She rubs her head. “I just can’t believe they called over something like that.”

“They only did because we’re the responsible for him and his actions,” Price said as he sat on the bed as Y/n got out of her work clothes and fell next to Price.

"Price?"

"Hm?"

"Are we bad parents?"

"What? Why the hell, would you say that?" Price asked, looking down at his wife.

"Because we though our son how to flirt by accident," Y/n felt embarrassed even saying that.

"We are NOT bad parents, Beau just doesn't know wrong from right, he doesn't know what we do it love and what he's doing is a little bit wrong because of his age." Price tried to not make it seem like it was their fault.

"So, what we'll have to teach him right from wrong again like him as a baby?"

"Just till he learns that he needs to wait."

"Right...okay..." Y/n closed her eyes as Price just looked down at her.

"Don't worry, love, everything will be okay."

Beau stood outside his parents' bedroom listening to their conversation, he rubbed his eyes and sniffled a little bit. He went back to doing his homework.

Y/n and Price didn't know that Beau was outside their bedroom and Price just smiled at his wife.

"Everything will be just fine," Price said.

"He's not suspended is he?"

"No, they said he's not in any sort of trouble to be suspended but we just need to teach him."

"Oh good."

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The next morning, Price was helping Beau get ready for school. Price put Beau in a white t-shirt, black jeans and fixed his hair.

"There, now, Beau what did we talk about this morning?"

"Apologize to Oakley again...and...don't kiss anyone or flirt with anyone."

"There we go," Price chuckled.

"What did you tell him?" Y/n asked, coming around the corner.

"Just...don't kiss anyone," Price said as Y/n just rolled her eyes.

"Come on, John." Y/n walked to her son telling him something probably something better than what Price said.

"Come on, let's get going," Y/n tapped her sons' sides and they went to her car, so she could drop off her son at school.

"Have a good day at school bud."

"Bye dad!"

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bunnypeew · 3 months

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The king of hell sweetheart- Lucifer x Gn!reader

okay so today I'm pretty creative so I'm writing another short or perhaps long fic we'll see how things go but for now, enjoy the story~

warnings: creep being a creep lmao, a little bit of violence

It had been a while since Y/n and Lucifer became a thing, and it was no secret either, everyone at the hotel knew of the two lovebirds especially Charlie who was very happy her father finally found someone after the sad years he had spent alone.

So that was that they spent most of their days out on dates or doing god knows what, but today in particular Lucifer was busy with a meeting with the sins or something like that. so Y/n was spending their time doing errands for the hotel. In particular today they had to go outside to get some stuff that Charlie told them to so they did. They had to go far into the deeper parts of Pentagram City. Since they were quite new to hell, they were unfamiliar with those parts of the city. They were pretty scared of what would happen if they went alone because so far they always left the hotel accompanied by Lucifer, the king of hell himself, and they were pretty sure that at least some people in Pentagram City knew who they were and that scared them.

Nonetheless, they went anyway to get the errands done. It was quite a long way to walk since they didn't have a car, of course, they weren't one to complain or to refuse a nice walk, as nice as hell could get, so they did just that.

As they arrived at the place they had to go to and do their errands they were ready to leave until someone stopped them in a quite weird and violent way so to say

''hey doll, you looking to have some fun?~,,

this rather tall demon grabbed their wrist and spoke in a low and husky voice the sentence, he was definitely drunk or perhaps under the influence of something. Y/n tried to free their wrist from the grasp of the guy in front of them, without trying to look mad

''em no thank you I'd rather not, I'm actually pretty busy I have to get back to my house-,,

they said almost in a whisper since they were terrified of what this guy might have done to them, still, they were trying their best not to look scared

''oh come now sweet I don't bite now, do I? It will take just a little bit,,

the situation was getting heated as this guy was almost grinding on them at this point, with disgust in their face they tried again to get free from the creep's grasp. They suddenly remember that Lucifer had given them this gift in case of needed teleportation or simply to have a word, it was a thin bracelet around their wrist with a little duck charm hanging from it, a little thug on said charm and he would've been alerted that they needed something. Sadly the bracelet was under the grasp of the creep so they couldn't really do much but try to tag away from him with all the force they had, and that they did, making them fall backwards and hit their butt on the concrete floor but giving them enough time to pull the charm. As soon as that happened a magical golden portal appeared in front of them letting out a rather concerned Lucifer.

''My darling what is the matter? why are you on the floor?,,

he said soon after turning around to face them, trying to give them a hand he noticed the look of pure fear on their face and looked very confused at first until the creep, now behind Lucifer, spoke

''Oh so you are the devil sweetheart, quite convenient ain't it?,,

he says with a smirk on his face and a knife in his hand, looking very threatening towards Lucifer. Said Fallen Angel wasn't scared one bit

''you know who I am and you still threaten me, that's really interesting,,

Lucifer then simply snaps his fingers and the creep turns to stone right away, just like that. He gets close to the now stone creep and pushes him slightly for him to fall to the ground and shatter completely. Y/n had a hand over their mouth and looked in shock at everything that happened only to then see Lucifer bend down in front of them with a sweet look in his eyes and a hand on their cheek

''everything is okay my sweetheart, let's get you back to the Hotel okay?,,

they slightly nod, taking his hand to get back on their feet, Lucifer then plants a kiss on their forehead, pressing his forehead to theirs soon after, seeing that they were still a bit shocked

''you are safe now,,

he says now placing a kiss on their lips and picking them up to then teleport the both of them to the hotel, they were now safe and sound

a/n: soooooo this was actually quite a long one huh? I love Lucifer as much as I love Alastor so it was really nice to get to write him as well :3c

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel fanfiction #taking requests #writing

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Bright as the sun

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.6K

SUMMARY | Your growing family is finally adjusting to its latest addition, and now Howard and Maria have invited all of you for a barbecue on a beautiful summer day. This is the perfect opportunity for everyone to relax while enjoying being together as your big, happy family.

RATING | Mature (M)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Use of pet names (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Little One), mentions of breastfeeding,

A/N | This one-shot has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, so I'm happy to finally share it with you all! It was a lot of fun to work on this story, and I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for all the support and proofreading for me! You're truly appreciated 💙

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | "We have chickens."

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"Do we have everything, Sunshine?" your husband, Tony, asks as he's looking at the bags strewn across the floor. He looks at you and quirks a brow to ask, 'Do we really need all this?!'

"Yes, My Love, we have everything. Can you load the car while I change Paxton? Both Hudson and Orion have already dressed themselves, so I'll be right with all of you," you tell him before giving him a soft peck on his lips.

He looks at you as you turn around, your summery dress flowing around you perfectly, highlighting every single curve of your body to perfection.

"Are you ready to get changed, Little One? Yeah? That's what I thought!" you coo at Paxton, who looks up at you with a curious gaze, and you can't wait for the day he will show his first smile.

Changing him into his coveralls and shirt went smoothly, for which you're very thankful. He can be a handful sometimes, but he will always cooperate in such moments.

"Aren't you looking perfect today, Little One? You're the most handsome one of all today," you say as you bring him outside to meet the rest.

"Hi, Mommy!" the twins say in unison, and Tony's head shoots up so fast he hits his head against the roof of the car as he's loading it in. The laugh escaping you is a little too loud and earns you a glare from your husband, but you can't stop laughing.

"Sorry, 's too funny," you say before walking over to the car and putting Paxton in his carrier, ready to be strapped in and driven to Howard and Maria's house.

When the twins and Paxton are comfortable in the car, you can finally tend to your husband and apologize for laughing like you did just now.

"I'm sorry, My Love, I didn't mean to laugh at you like this," you say as you run your fingers through his hair, soothing him with a soft kiss on his forehead.

After a few more pecks on the lips, he lets go and heads to the driver's side of the car, and you can't help but admire the way his butt looks in the outfit he's wearing.

Although long, the drive to Howard and Maria's house went by without any problems, but you can tell you last fed Paxton a while ago.

"I'm so sorry, but would you mind unloading the kids and the things we brought? I'm getting very uncomfortable and need to either feed or pump right now," you say hastily, and Tony agrees.

You slip inside the house, and after a quick "Hi! I'm Going to feed him!" you run up the stairs as carefully as possible and slip into Tony's room for a bit of privacy. Whenever it's this bad, you prefer to be by yourself, whereas you would usually not mind breastfeeding in front of Howard and Maria either.

You open your dress, and Paxton is already a little fussy because he's hungry, but you're glad he's finally drinking. The relief is even seeping into your bones at this point. When you hear a knock on the door about 10 minutes later, you turn your head only to find Tony poking his head around the corner, concern visible on his face.

"Are you okay, Sunshine? You said you were getting uncomfortable, so I just wanted to make sure. I also brought your pump to be sure," showing you the case with your breast pump.

"You're a godsend, you know that? I might need it because he was less hungry than usual.

He puts the pump on the bed for you, and after one more kiss, he returns to Howard, Maria, and the twins, who were already outside and wanted to go into the pool.

Paxton didn't take long to be done, and you decided to pump the rest of the milk he didn't drink right now. He's perched up against your legs, which you pulled up so he can sit at a bit of a slope.

"What do you think your brother and sister are doing, hm? I bet they are already swimming right now!" you tell Paxton, and he melts your heart despite not doing anything other than grabbing your fingers.

The pump makes a soft whirring noise that lulls him to sleep in no time, and you decide to take a photo of it because he looks so cute when he's knocked out cold like he is now.

When the pump is done, you detach it carefully, ensuring you're not waking up Paxton. Then, you lay him in the pop-up crib that Howard and Maria have for him in their room. The baby monitor is also on, so you can go down to put your pumped milk away.

"Hi, Sunshine," Tony says as he walks into the kitchen to get something to drink. You're pouring the milk into bottles for easy access later.

"Hey, My Love. Thank you for bringing the pump earlier; it was a lifesaver because he wasn't too hungry today. Hopefully, he'll drink later," you say, and Tony stands behind you. His hands are splayed out on your stomach, and he rubs softly over the scar on your lower abdomen from the emergency c-section you had when Paxton was born.

You sigh softly as you close your eyes, leaning into Tony's touch with a content smile.

"I'm still so proud of you, you know that? After everything you've gone through since the surgery, the difficult healing process, and my not being home for most of it, I want you to know that you're amazing, and I'm so proud of you. I'm glad I'm growing old with you," he says before placing a few soft kisses on your neck.

A content hum leaves your lips as you slowly sway back and forth in his hold, enjoying the moment until your twins walk into the kitchen, looking for both of you.

"Mommy? Daddy? Are you two swimming with us?" Hudson asks, and you turn around in Tony's arms, giving him a questioning look.

"What do you think, My Love? Shall we join them in the pool?" you ask, and based on the wide smile on his face, he would love nothing more.

"Alright, since the two of you are already changed into your swimsuits, you go ahead, but be careful and listen to Gramps and Glamma, okay?" you say, and they nod in unison before running out the door and into the garden, enthusiastically telling both Howard and Maria the two of you will be swimming as well.

"I might need some help putting sunscreen on my back. Would you mind helping me out?" you ask Tony before placing a soft peck on his lips. His mouth curls into a wide smile at your question.

"I'd love nothing more, Sunshine," he says. Within less than 10 minutes, you're changed into your swimsuits and ready to join your twins in the pool. Maria is watching little Paxton through the baby monitor, and you can enjoy a careless afternoon in the pool with your beautiful twins and fantastic husband.

Paxton took a good three-hour nap when you were all swimming. When he woke up, Maria got him out of bed before changing him into his own little swim diaper and swim shorts, making him look adorable. You got his baby pool floaty ready, and you're patiently waiting for your youngest son to be brought outside so he can cool off in the pool.

"Look at him, Sunshine! He's so cute in his swim shorts!" Tony says as he swims over to you, and your heart melts at the sight of him. Maria is carrying him over to you, and you quickly grab hold of him as she hands him to you.

"Hi, Little One. Did you have a nice nap?" you ask him, and he gives you something starting to resemble a smile in return. You place him in his baby floaty before walking down the stairs, and he's wiggling his arms and legs as you take him with you.

Hudson and Orion are playing with Howard and Tony on the other side of the pool. They keep climbing out and doing all sorts of tricks and jumps while you, Maria, and Paxton are near the shallow end. The sun is shining brightly on all of you, and everything feels right for the next few hours.

There are no worries about work or Tony being gone for weeks or even months on end during a busy filming schedule, and not a single concern clouding your mind as everyone is laughing carelessly, having the time of their lives.

After a while, Tony makes his way over to where you, Maria, and Paxton are floating. He comes to stand behind you on the step you're on, his head leaning on your shoulder while his arms are wrapped around you, and your free hand is interlaced with one of his.

"Are the three of you enjoying yourselves over here?" Tony asks as he looks at Paxton, who is having the time of his life in his floaty. Ever since you first introduced him to the pool, he has been unable to get enough, just like Hudson and Orion.

"We are, yeah," you say as you let Maria take over Paxton's floaty, and you turn in your husband's arms.

"What about you? Are you enjoying yourself?" you ask, and he nods, leaning in to peck your lips.

"Even more now that I have my girl in my arms again," he whispers, and the warmth floods your cheeks as he says those words. Even after being together for the time you two have been together, he still brings out your shy side, and you fall in love with him every day without fail.

"I love you, My Love," you tell him before leaning in, and as soon as your lips descend on his plump, pink lips, you can feel every last worry seep out of your body, and he is taking over your mind completely. Your tongue glides over his bottom one, and he opens up willingly, and you two explore each other's mouths for a little while without a single care in the world.

Howard and Maria give each other a knowing look, but they let the two of you do your thing, instead taking over the care of your kids as you share a private moment. Tony's hands roam over your back before sliding down and giving you a squeeze of your butt, making you smile into the kiss.

"Not now, My Love. You have to wait until tonight to get some of that," you tell him with an eyebrow wiggle, and this time, he turns a bright shade of red on his cheeks. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls you close, your fingers gliding through his hair simultaneously.

"I think I'll start getting ready for dinner. Do you want to help, Y/N?" Maria asks, and you nod. After placing a kiss on Tony's nose, you get out of the pool, but Tony can't keep his eyes off your body as you get out. With every inch of your body dripping water and the sun making you look like you're glowing, Tony knows he will never get enough of it.

"Be careful with the drooling, Son. We wouldn't want the pool to overflow," Howard remarks, and Tony turns toward his Dad to glare at him. Tony still blushes furiously at his Dad's words. He swims to the pool's deep end to play with Hudson and Orion while Howard takes care of Paxton in his floaty.

Meanwhile, you've put on a loose tank top and shorts as you work in the kitchen with Maria. She's preparing the meat that Howard will grill during dinner while you're cutting vegetables for the salad.

"How did you and Howard meet?" you ask your mother-in-law as she marinates some chicken, and a broad smile appears at your question. You have heard Tony say their first meeting was adorable, but he never told you exactly how they met, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Her smile is contagious as you look at her, and you can't stop smiling.

"Well, as you know, Howard and I met in college. I hadn't been in the US long then; it wasn't even a year. I was looking for a classroom and couldn't find it, so I ran into Howard. He walked me to the class even though his class was on the other side of the Campus, and the rest is history," she tells you. They have been inseparable since then, and it can only be described as 'meant to be.'

"But that's not all, actually. It gets cuter," Maria says as she stops what she's doing as she looks at you.

"Howard asked me on a date that same day because he came to my class after his class was done. We got together not long after, and he is my first - and last - boyfriend. I was supposed to go back to Italy after finishing college, but I stayed for him, and not long after, we got a beautiful baby known as Anthony Edward Stark," she tells you with a wink, making you smile again as you listen to her story.

"And the rest is history," you whisper, and she nods. Your gaze wanders to the pool, where Tony teaches your twins how to flip into the water. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you think about how lucky you are to have fallen in love with the most caring, loving man and the best Dad your three kids could ever wish for.

"He's fortunate to have you, Y/N. Running into you is the best thing that could have happened because he told me right after you two had your first date that he had found his soulmate. He is so in love with you, and to see him feel so happy is something I could only wish for as a Mom," she says, and you're fighting against the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

"And seeing Tony turn into a loving Dad as soon as you told us about Hudson and Orion made my mother's heart proud. You're the best thing to have happened to him, and you are meant to be, I know it," she tells you. At this point, you can't fight the tears any longer; they slowly make their way onto your cheeks.

"Thank you, Maria, for everything," you tell her before you pull her into a much-needed hug. She hugs you tight as she rubs your back soothingly. Maria has been a second Mom to you, and this moment only cements that for you. After the sweet moment, you both return to preparing dinner, the rest of your conversation light and plenty of jokes sprinkled throughout.

"Is everyone ready for dinner?" you ask the remaining members of your family who are still in the pool. The weather is still hot, so everyone climbs out of the pool before taking their places around the large dinner table. You take Paxton from your husband's arms as you sit down.

"Are you hungry, Little One? Yeah, you are, huh?" you ask him as you free your breast, allowing him to latch on quickly as you breastfeed him. Howard prepares the large grill while Tony sets the table with Maria, and Hudson and Orion play on their iPads until dinner.

You get comfortable in your chair as you look at your youngest son, suckling contently, when you feel a pair of eyes burning into your head. Tony is staring at you as you breastfeed your son, and he can't stop thinking about how he wants that to be him drinking your precious milk instead. His lactation kink is back in full force, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Maybe tonight, My Love," you tell him with a wink, and he turns bright red as he knows you caught him staring—and you also know what he is thinking. Tony quickly turns around, almost bumping into Maria as he does. She shakes her head with a smirk as she puts down the plates and cutlery on the table.

"He's crazy about you," she says, and you nod in response. Paxton ate a lot more this time, though you chose not to pump the excess, wanting to save it as a little treat for your husband later. The food is gone within no time, and dessert is quickly devoured. Hudson and Orion play in the sun for a bit, and Paxton is napping in your arms as you, Tony, Howard, and Maria enjoy an after-dinner drink.

Tony and Howard are sipping whiskey, Maria enjoys white wine, and you drink water. While you wouldn't usually say no to a nice glass of wine, you always stop drinking during pregnancy and breastfeeding.

"I wish we could have days like these more often," Tony sighs, and you nod before taking another sip of your drink. His hectic shooting schedule usually doesn't leave much time to spend with family, but whenever he can, he spends every second of quality time with them—just like he was brought up to be. Now that he has a big family, he can't get enough of the happiness he feels.

"You could just retire, you know," you joke with a wink, and for a brief moment, you can see Tony considering it. Ultimately, he shakes his head with a smile. He loves being an actor, and he wouldn't give it up just like that. He also knows that if he needs to be home, he will give it all up in a heartbeat because nothing comes before his family.

"I almost forgot to tell you something: we have chickens!" Howard suddenly says, and it makes you laugh at his sudden change of topic.

"Shall we look at them?" he asks, and you nod. Everyone quickly gathers around the large chicken coop they built for their five chickens.

"Do you want to know a little secret?" Maria asks the twins, and they nod in unison.

"We named three of them after you and your brother, and the other chickens still need a name," she tells them, and you can't stop yourself from laughing. Of course, they would name their chickens after your kids!

"Can we name them?!" Orion asks enthusiastically, and Maria nods.

"How about Chip and Dale?" she says, referencing her favorite Disney characters.

"I think it's perfect," you tell them, and then Tony suddenly bursts into laughter. You look at him with a quirked brow, wondering what is going on in that head of his.

"I just thought that Gramps and Glamma used to have a flamingo! Yeah, a real, bright pink flamingo named Bernard! I grew up with him, but unfortunately, he is no longer around. He got old, and then he passed away," Tony says as he thinks about his fond memories with the pink bird.

"Really? I don't believe you, Daddy!" Hudson says, but it's true. You have seen the photos of a little Tony standing next to Bernard as he imitated him, both standing on one leg. Tony sported a bright pink pair of pants, a huge smile, and a messy mop of hair on his head. He was - and still is - adorable.

"It's true, Baby Boy. Shall we go and look at the photos?" you ask, and before you get an answer, Hudson and Orion are running toward the house, wanting to see the photos you talked about.

"You brought this upon yourself, My Love. You just had to mention Bernard, didn't you?" Tony shakes his head with a goofy smile. You give him a peck on his lips before walking inside and putting down Paxton for his night's sleep, and then you join the twins as they look at old photos of Tony.

"Look, Mommy, it's like I see myself in that photo," Orion says, and you nod. The resemblance between her and Tony is uncanny, making you smile at the sight - it's obvious she is your husband's carbon copy, while Hudson looks precisely like you.

"You're beautiful, Baby Girl," Tony tells her as he picks her up, sits her on his lap, and cuddles her.

"Just like you, Daddy, if I'm beautiful, then you are too because I look like you!" she says with a big smile, and she's entirely correct. Hudson climbs into your lap as well, wanting to have some cuddle time with you before bed. His eyes are slowly getting heavy, and sleep is setting in quickly.

"I think it's time for a bath and then some sleep; what do you think?" you ask Hudson, and he nods. He gets up, closely followed by Orion, who is also starting to get sleepy after the day they've had. Their baths are finished quickly and out like a light within 45 minutes.

As you close their door, Tony walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He immediately captures your lips with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth almost instantly. A soft groan leaves his lips as he lets his hand wander down to your butt, squeezing it softly.

"I think it's about time for us to go to bed as well, don't you think?" he asks in a teasing tone, and you can't help but agree as you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he catches you. After all the teasing both of you did today, he can't take it anymore, needing to take you apart in every way imaginable.

"I thought you'd never ask," you say, and he walks you two to his old bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind him. He won't make that mistake again, after all.

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