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‘tis the season to celebrate

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[risuola]

ENTRY #1 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

My crystal tears and my heart’s beat, And all the pieces of my soul’s depths, I lay my dreams upon your feet, Please be careful taking your steps.

cw: angst-ish, arranged marriage!au, slight age gap (reader's around 22, Satoru is 28), loveless marriage, brief mentions of blood and toxicity — 1,9k words

a/n: starting a new series while two other are hanging in the air and hundreds of wips are waiting for being written? yeah, that's me, but hey, I needed to start something new to get my creative juices flowin'. this one's gonna be a series of entries, a diary if you will.

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When you were younger, a girl innocent and little, blissfully unaware of the world around you, you wished to marry a prince. Influenced by tales told by your mother and tv shows you watched with big and curious eyes, you had a vision of the ceremony straight out of a dream. A magical display of love and the path of rose petals and feathers through which you were meant to stride in a dress made of satin and lace – white and elegant. You also saw him, the man that your heart would choose and desire. A prince handsome and kind, who would love and protect you even if by doing so, his life would be on the line. You were too little to be aware of the naivety of the dreamy pictures in your head.

Sometimes you wished to turn back time and once again step into the shoes of the innocent you who never got to know sadness and fear. Sometimes you think of it with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing the way you used to go about your days without care about the world around. With mild regret you reminiscence the moment you learned that everything around you was–

“I’m talking to you. God damn it, are you deaf?”

“I heard you.”

–a lie.

You were a late bloomer but besides the judgmental looks you were receiving left and right from the elders of your clan, you also owe it the beauty of your prolonged childhood. Few years of freedom that you lost the memory of how it tasted and yet, you like to go back to it and drown in the pictures it left in your mind. Whilst all of your siblings were training and learning, fighting and risking their lives against the cursed spirits, you brought shame to your family. There was no place for someone without a cursed technique in a world of sorcery and you were made painfully aware of it at the day of your tenth birthday. That was also the end of your childhood and the day you wish to forget. You remember how the smiles of your parents turned into frowns and the soft, melodic tone of your mother became harsh and never got back to how it used to be. The tales and cookies vanished and what was left was nothing but suffering and degradation.

“Oh, did you?”

It took you six years of training to awaken the technique that later on was called the most powerful in the history of your clan. Six years of days and nights filled with sweat and tears, six years of bloody knuckles and bruises but also, it took six years of your determination to prove all of them wrong. Despite being the youngest of four siblings, you were able to stand against the worst of curses with nothing but a sword and raw power when everyone else relied heavily on the cursed techniques. You were strong and skilled, you were trained and fearless but still, you were looked down. A shame. To your family you were nothing but a shame.

And then, suddenly, you became a pride. You were on everyone’s mouths; you were talked about as if you were the most expensive and rare diamond. Years of harsh treatment you received suddenly became forgotten because once your technique awakened, you became the strongest in your clan, surpassing your siblings, your parents and everyone else who bore the same name as you. Suddenly other clans were talking about you too, with curiosity and fear. Suddenly, you became someone. But somehow, it didn’t make you happy. Once you realized that the world you were born into wasn’t a tale you always thought it is, you lost the ability to enjoy it. Maybe the pain of what you had given to become a true sorcerer rendered you unable to fully appreciate the adulthood, but you found it hard to see the light, when the darkness seemed to embed itself into your soul.

“You know what? Fuck that. I’m leaving.”

Ah yes, the marriage. With years that had passed since you were young and naïve, you stripped yourself of the dreams of sharing a life with a prince, but a part of you still hoped for love and calm. A part of your heart wished to settle with someone you’ll trust and care for. Someone who will ground you in the world of constant danger and for years you thought that you will find a man with whom the stressful life of sorcery will be a little kinder, a little less scary, a little more bearable. It was a child in you, a faint spark of juvenile carelessness that never died down, even in the darkest of days you endured.

You let out a deep sigh and allowed your lids to close. Your head leaned forward, forehead restless against the cold doors of the kitchen cabinet. The loud thud of doors snapping shut echoed in your ears for few moments and then it became silent. An earie cacophony of nothing but your own breath and soft ticking of the clock on the wall next to you. For a moment you thought about how many times you relived this very same situation already. The cold detachment, harsh exchange of words and then he’s gone. A salve of ruthless stabs that never seem to hurt less and the sound of your own voice forming sentences you wouldn’t think of if the circumstances were different.

First time you saw Satoru Gojo was many years before you truly knew who he is. It was a picture that you noticed by accident, somewhere in the papers your parents had spread out on the coffee table. He was a young boy back then. You remember the impression he made on you. He looked cold, intimidating, unapproachable. He looked like someone you’d never think of becoming friends with. You were young, just barely nine years old and he was already fifteen. He was already the strongest and even though you weren’t actively involved in the world of sorcery, you knew his name.

And then, many years later you sat in front of him. While the elders of your clans discussed the importance of the arrangement that was planned within the sorcerer’s society, Satoru was resting on a couch unamused, with his legs crossed and eyes covered by a layer of white bandages. You watched him, analyzed his lack of interest and the veil of cold arrogance with realization that everything you wished for was never on the table for you. During the two long hours of conversations that were about you and yet no one asked for your opinion, you and Satoru didn’t exchange one word.

You heard his voice actively directed at you for the first time during the wedding ceremony. It was small, very private and filled with people that you mostly didn’t know. It was far from perfect, though pretty in a way. Under the cautious watch of the most important figures of sorcery, you said the vows that made you feel nothing and yet meant so much. The words of promise, that for anyone else meant love and safe future, to you meant status and the name. You became Gojo. You became a wife to the strongest man in the world.

Now it’s seven months after the wedding and the day you and him moved together. The apartment you shared was filled with both yours and his belongings and yet it didn’t feel like home. It lacked the atmosphere of love and understanding and on days like this, you were losing hope it will ever feel different than miserable.

That day was nothing out of ordinary when it came to your marriage. Yet another fight, yet another beeline he made to leave you alone in the empty house. You always argue. There was no warmth between the walls of the apartment, there was no care and respect. Instead, there were snaps and insults, there was silence and avoidance. The large bed in what was meant to be a shared bedroom was occupied only by you, while Satoru preferred to sleep on a couch even though his tall frame was way too big for it. Besides one very brief and formal kiss you shared during the wedding day, you never kissed again. There was no holding hands, no incidental touches, no nothing that would convey any sort of feeling and only times your bodies made contact was when he grabbed your wrists in anger or when your shoulder hit his arm while you were passing by.

Truth is, you had no idea what Satoru was talking about that morning before he left. You were lost in thoughts, but you could only imagine he was mentioning the meeting he needed to attempt in the evening. He probably won’t be home until late and once he’ll come back, he’ll be annoyed by elders and for that, you couldn’t blame him. Whenever you face the elders of jujutsu community, your blood pressure raises as well and you’re quite calm by nature. That being said, if unlucky, you’ll be the one to take the hit of his anger.

Your fingers run across the golden band that adorned your finger. It was an absentminded motion that became a habit of sorts, helping you gather the thoughts, calming your mind. The cold feel of metal allowed you to let go of the stress and forced you to suck it up yet again.

Two hours after the morning fight, you found yourself surrounded by the familiar buildings in the Jujutsu tech area, watching your husband from afar. Satoru was in the middle of teaching students, if whatever the hell he was doing could be called teaching. Megumi was resting next to him as some other kids were fighting on the training field. The sound of wooden swords colliding echoed between the woods that surrounded the expanse of the school zones. Gojo was looking as careless as ever, calm and smiling – a sight that you almost never see unless he’s facing someone else. He was chatting with his almost-son, shouting some advice to the sparing students and going about his day as he usually does, but one thing was different.

 “Satoru,” you called his name as you went down the stairs to reach the spot where he was standing. He noticed you, you knew that. He most likely knew about your appearance way before you even got to see him, but now he chose to actively ignore your presence as his light blue eyes stayed focused on the field instead of landing on you.

“What brings you here?” He asked and you could tell how the tone of his voice changed from the friendly sensei to your husband’s rough approach. He wasn’t happy with your visit; you weren’t welcome near him and everyone knew that. The fact of your marriage being arranged wasn’t a secret and it also wasn’t a secret that it was Gojo’s clan decision, not his own. Satoru felt some sort of humiliation that despite him being the strongest, he was stripped of a choice who to spend his life with and you, as his wife, were paying for his resentment.

“I brought you this,” you replied, reaching your hand towards him. His eyes landed on your palm and you noticed a ghost of relief that washed over his features when he took the band of black fabric from your hold. His blindfold, that you realized was ripped – he left at home in the morning. That was most likely what he was talking to you about because once you cleaned up after the breakfast, you noticed the band and his broken glasses left on the coffee table.

“So you were listening,” Satoru said quietly and securely covered his eyes.

“I wasn’t.”

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[soxcietyy]

Racer Yuuta pt2

Yuuta x fem reader

Part 3

Continuation of part 1, I’m horrible at descriptions so… also please read authors note down below!

˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat taming, 5 year age gap, 18 + content, gagging.

Gojo ended up picking you up and taking you home. You couldn’t help but feeling so happy from tonight. You bopped your head to the music Gojo played in his car as you relived thoes memories in your head. If your uncle wasn’t here you would be screaming and kicking your feet. You Guys ended up exchanging contact information but you felt to nervous to text him first. What do you even say? You wernt trying to sound childish and just set hey. Maybe he was the type of man that like woman who played hard to get. Though that wouldn’t make sense since you were the one to confess to him.

"What had you all giddy?" Gojo asks as he noticed your absurd behavior.

You callado your hands together and look at him "I’m just so happy you took me out uncle Gojo, do you think I can come with you to the race?!" You say looking at him with your big glossy eyes.

Gojo let a loud hum as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Trying to think if he should let you go or not. Yuuta didn’t say anything bad about you tonight so maybe he would agree. But Geto would get back from his trip in the morning. Then again he’s leaving to America the day of the race so the odds were perfect for you.

"I’ll agree if you don’t embarrass me tomorrow at dinner. I’m having a few of the guys competing coming over and the last thing I need is you telling them my business."

All three of you lived together in this house because well they didn’t find the need in having their own place. Gojo would feel too lonely and nobody would be able to take care of you back when you were younger while Geto had trips. So it was a win win situation if they lived in one place.

"But won’t dad get mad if you bring people from drag racing home?" You tilt your head.

He let out another long hum. "I doubt it, he knows most of them. Plus it will remind him of the good old times. We were so young and wild, you probably wouldn’t be able to recognize your pop’s. I’m just not sure if you’re going to be allowed out your room but in case you are granted permission you better shut your mouth." He says as he drives down your neighborhood.

You roll your eyes knowing that you would have to convince your dad.

The next day you woke up to see you dad was home. You gave him a hug and helped him bring his things inside. You usually never woke up this early but you had eavesdropping to do. You had no idea who was coming but you hoped it was Yuuta. Like why wouldn’t he come? He’s Gojos pupil after all!

You help prepare breakfast and serve it to you dad and uncle as they spoke. Nothing could beat pancakes and bacon on a lazy Sunday. The second you heard Gojo say "hey Suguru" you knew it was going to be about a favor or idea. You quickly threw your portion of breakfast on a plate and ran to the table. Sitting down you pretend to not care about their conversation like usual.

Gojo told him about his dinner plans and your dad said that it was fine with him. Though he wanted to know who was coming over. He wasn’t going to let Gojo bring just any stranger inside.

"Yuji, Todo, Shoko, Nanami and Yuta." He said

Hearing his name made you choke on your orange juice making them both quirk a brow at you. You had no idea why you were so surprised by it since you called it not too long ago. You coughed as you waved them off telling them to ignore you.

You could see your dad’s face as he was thinking deeply. "Sweetheart are you nervous about having so many guys over? That’s okay you can stay in your room and hang out with Shoko." Your dad said looking concerned.

"No! That’s not it at all, I just couldn’t believe uncle Gojo has that many friends!" You say trying to somewhat change the topic.

Gojo let out a dry laugh. Not being able to believe you at all. He didn’t try to interrogate you about it though. Soon dinner time arrived and you had finished cooking the curry. When Gojo or your dad had small dinners like this you’d get paid to make the food. Them being rich meant heavy paychecks in your pocket. How else are you supposed to afford to keeping up with the trends. Setting your apron aside you heard the door bell ring.

You quickly run to your room to get ready for the night. You brushed your hair, did your makeup, and put on a silky light purple dress on. Everything and to be perfect tonight, you had to be perfect. Was this color good or did it make you look like a kid? You soon began to mess with the paint of your manicure. You stood at your door for who knows how long anxious to see what’s in the other side. Yuuta had yet to text you making you feel like you like this was one sided. Then again you hadn’t texted him either but that’s because you didn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say to a guy like him? You didn’t want to seem annoying or desperate. It’s almost as if he heard your thoughts because a text soon came in.

Yuuta: I wonder what you’re doing in that little room of yours that is making you take so long. Trying to look cute for me?

You could feel your heart pounding heavily against your chest. Opening the door you walk down the stairs to see everyone is here. The first one to notice you is Yuuta who’s looking at you as if you were prey. You feel a sudden shiver knowing he has eyes on you. Those were the same dark eyes that had you melting last night. You approach the table where everyone is talking to introduce yourself but you knew there was no need.

"Ah my dear y/n, everyone this is my daughter y/n who just graduated high school not too long ago." You dad said making everyone look at you. The last part was unnecessary but either way you give them a small wave as you excuse yourself into the kitchen to start serving food. Pulling plates out the cabinet you place them out and start serving them one by one. Putting a spoon of white rice on one side and the curry in the other. When you got to the table you couldn’t help but look away from him. He made you feel so nervous that the butterflies in your stomach were about to burst out. The way he looked at you was so intimidating that it made your legs weak. Oh how you hated how this boy had a huge chokehold on you.

"They put my Angel to work I see," you hear someone say as they grab your waist. You jolt at the sudden surprise and turn to see that it was Yuuta. Today he wore a black shirt with some casual grey slacks. You give him a nod as you go back to serving food. Hands shakily holding the plate. You see as his hand comes into view and holds the plate still for you. All of a sudden you’ve become mute. Not being able to say anything but blush. His other hands snakes around your waist as they trail all the way down to your thighs. You bite your lip trying to hold on any possible squeak that may come out of you. It’s not that you hated it, more like it was driving you crazy. How his cold hand slowly moved up. Teasing you by gripping the fat of your inner thigh. His large hands then proceeded to go back up. Going under your dress just to stop when he found something interesting.

"Where have your panties gone? Did they get lost on your way here? I can also see that you have no bra on from how perky you nipples are looking through the dress" Hes says as he slids a finger in between your folds. You muffled a moan as his finger slid deeper into your wet slit. He makes you put the plate down slowly since he noticed your body quivering too much. He wouldn’t want you dropping a plate and making a mess.

"Gone all shy on me angel? You were so bratty and demanding yesterday. Or could you be trying to be on your best behavior tonight?" He asks as he brings his coated finger up to his mouth and taste your slik. This was not what you thought would happen tonight. You took him for a shy guy who was scared to do anything but here he was toying and tasting you. "You look so fucking perfect like this, my cute obedient angel letting me do anything to her."

"What’s all this chattering about?" You both freeze at the sudden question. Yuuta is the first one to turn his head around to see it was your dad standing in the kitchen entrance. Thank god Yuuta was huge and covered your body up so easily because you were mentally a mess right now.

"Ah I just came to help your daughter out with the food. Felt bad knowing that we were just sitting while she worked." Yuuta said as he grabbed the plate you set down and turned his body fully with another one he found next to him. Geto gave him an approving smile as Yuuta began to walk out the kitchen. He stopped half way in his tracks to look at you.

"By the way y/n, it tasted amazing."

Your face suddenly became beat red knowing what he was referring too. When he left you handed two plates to your dad. He couldn’t possibly think he was leaving the kitchen without being a helping hand. He gives you a tired smile and takes the plates to the table.

When you’re done you bring your plate to the table. Then you noticed the only available seat was in between Yuuta and your dad. You nervously sat down in between them and started eating. The dinner went by fast and easy. Everyone complimented your cooking skills and asked for the recipe. Gojo shut them up real quick saying that he would never allow his niece to give out such valuable information. You and Shoko spoke about how annoying these two grown adults were and there random things as you had Yuta on your left caressing your thigh. Shoko eventually pulled out a cigarette and started smoking making your dad roll his eyes.

"Shoko can you let me have a few drags?" Yuta pirks up when he sees her light it. She shrugs and hands it to him. You didn’t know he smoked at all though you didn’t know much about him period. You watch as he leaves the dinning table and walks to the back porch outside.

"I thought he stopped smoking," Itadori says

"He must be craving something, back then when he was a rookie he would smoke when he wanted something. If he wanted Icecream but couldn’t find an open shop he would simply smoke. Though that was years ago. Whatever he’s craving must be driving him crazy." Gojo laughed.

You could feel the heat began to pool down there. Your gaze turned to look at him to find him blowing out smoke while looking at you from afar. There was no way that he could be craving you?!

The dinner soon came to an end and everyone was leaving. They were bidding there goodbyes outside but Yuuta had stayed back for a bit to be with you,

"I’m guessing you’re going to the race tomorrow?" Yuta asks as he looks at you.

"That’s the plan, I guess I’ll be seeing you then." You say as you give him a hug. He gives into it and hugs you tighter. Placing two soft kisses on your forehead. Your heart sunk in pain as he waved goodbye and left.

The next day you sent your dad off to the airport. Gojo had stayed home trying to do some mechanics on his car before the race. He would do this every time he had a race, spending all day until everything seemed perfect for him. You grew tired of waiting on your uncle so you went into the garage.

"Can you make Yuuta pick me up? I’m so bored and you take forever to fix the car. I at least want to eat before going to the race." You say as you watched him roll up and down from under his car as he picked out tools.

"Can’t really make him do anything, maybe if he calls then I’ll let you go."

He says brushing your questions off because what were the odds of that actually happening. You eventually ended up leaving not satisfied with the answer but he didn’t really care. After working on his car a bit more he eventually finished changing the oil. But before he could get to something else, his phone started ringing. Shuffling around he somehow got the phone next to his ear and answered.

"The one and only," he answered

"Hey Gojo can you let y/n go out with me for the day?"

"Common man are you really giving in to her that easily? You’re not helping her spoiled brat allegations you know." Gojo said as he rolled out from under the car to sit up. When he did he was met with you sitting down on a random stool in the garage. He glared at you for somehow being able to pull strings.

"Sorry Gojo but I did promise her to take her out to eat before the race. I just forgot because iv been so busy on my car." Yuuta said

"Yea, no I get it. Fine you guys go have fun. Please keep your eyes on her. God someone really needs to say no to that girl." He mumbled the last part. You wave Goodbye to Gojo as you leave the house as soon as he got here. You immediately recognize his car and hop inside. He smiled at you sweetly as you put your seatbelt on. He liked the way you dressed, always having a skirt or a dress on to give him easy access in the future. Today you wore a tight red skirt with a black top and a leathered cropped jacket. You looked like an adorable doll that was dressed up. Maybe one day you'll let him dress you up.

on your way to eat you guys talk and talk about anything and everything. Trying to get to know each other better.

You were such a sweet, kind, funny and very adorable person If he had to describe you. That didn’t go for your other side. He could tell you have a big attitude from how you spoke. Though it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. With the small amount of time you’ve guys spent together he was sure he had you dominated. Like right now he sent you to fetch some napkins and condiments. It’s the little things that matter. As much as he had you under control that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try him.

Both of you sat together in a booth. Yuta was trying to enjoy his burger but you weren’t quite letting him. You had taken your heel off and rubbed your foot on his crotch. Trying to get a reaction from him that he refused to give.

"Can you let me enjoy my meal?" Yuuta asks as he takes a bite.

"Yuu I want to do it, you’re not actually going to ignore my pleading right?" You smile innocently as you press harder in his member.

He let out a sigh knowing you weren’t going to stop till he gave in. He took another bite of his food and simply ignored your attempts. As much as he loved the thought of doing it with you he knew it wasn’t the time.

"You’re not ready for it." Yuuta said as he stole a fry from your box.

He could have swore he saw your eye twitch at his response. By the time you guys got done eating it was time to head to the race. It was already getting dark and Yuta had to get there early to make sure the event was going smoothly. On your way to his car you kept telling him how you were fully capable of taking him and that he was doing too much. Again he ignored your comments and walked to your side of the car to open it.

When he did you sat on the concrete floor refusing to get in until he said yes. He clenched his jaw as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He knew Damn well you were not throwing a fit at this moment. Before he could fully let himself calm down he heard someone call out his name. He opened his eyes and saw a guy approaching him. He didn’t look familiar though. The boy eventually made it to Yuuta but stood on the other side of the car.

"Hey man, so glad I caught up to you before you left." He panted as he tried to catch his breath.

"What’s up?" Yuuta asks.

"I need relationship advice, Not trying to sound weird or anything but I saw you and your girl in the restaurant. I saw how you spoke to her and maintained your ground not giving in to her and well I need help with that."

Yuuta did not have time for such conversation and didn’t really enjoy the fact that he was listening to your conversation. Before he could let him down and tell him he was busy he felt something weird. His eyes slowly averted to the ground to find you unzipping his pants. He whispered how much of and idiot you were right now. Fine, if you wanted this so be it.

"You just got to say no to the things you don’t like or want. Obviously you have to take into consideration on what they’re asking or saying. Though I assume you’re saying no to them because you know what’s good for them." Yuuta said as he felt you wrap your wet lips around his member. Going only half way down his shaft.

He couldn’t believe you were doing all of this when you clearly lacked practice and skills. If you were going to do something at least do it right. Though he had to admit it was cute that you were trying so hard to please him. You probably thought he was feeling so good right now. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

"Usually they would then try to prove to you that they were capable of doing it. That’s when you let them do it but watch them fail at it. You watch them suffer until you feel like stepping in and actually do something." He said as he leaned onto the car making you hit your head on it. He leaned in so much that he shoved himself all the way in your mouth making you gag.

Luckily the restaurant had music playing loudly outside so the guy couldn’t hear how badly you were gagging.

"With my girl I would personally let her make a fool of herself until she’s learns her lesson." he said smiling at the other guy.

you began tapping his leg begging him for air but he refused. He pulled his hips back and forward ramming into your drooling mouth. You tried to push him off of you but he was so heavy and you were starting to get weak from the lack of air. Still he thrusted deep into your throat. Your vision began to turn white as your jaw slacked.

"Thanks for the advice man, good luck on your race!" The guy said as he left. Yuuta thanked him as he pulled himself out of your mouth causing you to gasp for air. You collapsed onto his feet as you tried to compose yourself.

Yuuta crouched down grabbing you by the arms to help you up.

"At least be good at it next time you decide to go against my word and do what you want." He said helping you get in your seat. You sat there dazed as he reached into his glove box and pulled out some napkins. He folded them and proceeded to wipe your mouth clean. He didn’t want to take you to the race looking like a mess. Grabbing your purse he digs in it and pulls out a lipgloss. He might as well touch up your makeup right now since you’re not capable of doing it yourself.

AN: I couldn’t not fit everything I wanted in this chapter so the race will take place in chapter 3. Sorry for the inconvenience 😞

Tagged people who wanted a part two though I couldn’t really tags most people.

Tags: @officialholyagua @sukunaswifee

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masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*81 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso #masterlist

[ashipiko]

—NIKO CIMARRON

All information on Niko Cimarron ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: October 24

Height: 176cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: Film Studies (visits on occasion, inactive member)

Favorite Subject: Magic Analysis

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Likes: Making a profit

Dislikes: Getting outsmarted

Favorite Food: Berries / Berry flavored things

Least Favorite Food: Anything too hot

Specialty: Balancing on the line of lie and truth

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

YUU’S INTERVIEW:

— Scarabia Dorms - Niko’s Room —

for easier reading, all yuu dialogue will be in italics and all niko dialogue will be in a normal black font instead of green.

There you are. Surprised you came to visit me, Carrots.

> You know what I’m here for, Niko.

> Why are you surprised?

No need to act like that. Interview, right? Or should I say an interrogation? If you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t need to hide around the bush, you know…

It’s cute seeing you all dodgy, but still. ♡

> I think it matches your vibe.

> You’re one to talk.

Yeah, yeah. How many questions do we have planned for today? Don’t take too long, now. I’ve gotta start pumping out those treats for my profit.

…Oh. No need to worry about a pen and paper, I’ve got one for you.

> I didn’t expect for you to be so prepared.

> (…They’re cuter than expected.)

Something something about matching the vibes… They’re modeled after an old movie about cops and so, interrogating. Figured you’d like them. A carrot for Carrots. It’s cute.

It’s about time to start though, huh?

> Yeah.

> No more wasting time.

INTERVIEW: START!

1. Can we get some basic info about you from… you?

A second year Scarabia student who’s a fox beastman. I guess I’m what you’d call a charmer, thief of the heart, man of your dreams… I’ve heard it all. But the real name’s Niko. Niko Cimarron. My surname means “Wild”, so you could call me Mr. Wild if you like that too. Heh, actually, it’s a business thing, so I guess you’d only call me that if you bought my products… Say, Carrots, you feeling like you need a snack? I have some lefties if you’d like.

> No thanks.

> Why not?

They’re tasty, I prommie~.

2. Speaking of which, what are your “pawpsicles” made from? How do you make them?

Those little things? Why, I’ll let you know I put my blood, sweat, and tears in those treats. Makes me happy to see other people happy, like the faces on a thaumark. To make ‘em, it’s just some tasty berries from the school grounds that get mushed up to get juice, where they go into a mold and freeze up. It’s hard work! I’ve gotta walk so many steps around the school and all across campus… You’re lucky you never saw me in my first year. Took me a while to get used to the schedule… Though, I’m a well-organized man now, I’ll have you know. It’s good for the public image.

3. You’re from the Shaftlands, aren’t you? Do you have any connections to Vil, Cater, or Jack?

Connections? I have them with everyone, really… though I don’t think those three are really aware I came from the same place as them. To be fair, the Shaftlands is a pretty big area. People even go as far to call it a utopia.

If anything, I’ve talked to Diamond more at NRC than anywhere in the Shaftlands. Is that because I never even saw him once? Maybe. So I can’t say about back then, but I can enjoy a good conversation with him now. He’s a good customer and a good influencer. Back then, he got me a good chunk of costumers off of a Magicam post, so I’ve got to give it to him. Who knew people could just follow trendy things at the drop of a hat? Crazy, right?

Vil is a major celebrity, and Jack, I didn’t even know existed ‘till this year. I’ve got nothing to say about Mr. Hardhead, but I’ve had my fair share of talks with Vil. When we were kids, I got a wave from him once… It was great bragging rights. Heh, he kinda freaks me out now though. The reason why I don’t actually participate in club activities. He’s probably too high of a standard for a lowlife like me, so it’s not something that bothers me anyway.

4. You don’t seem to have a Unique Magic. Any reason why?

Ah. Magic? A little bit of a sour topic for me, Carrots, ow… I’m just a late bloomer, is all. I’ve got magic in me, but I never played around with it when I was younger, so I’m way more rusty than all of the other guys here. It doesn’t mean I don’t know the brain stuff, though. Just inexperienced.

If I’m being dead honest, it’s kind of a miracle how I got into NRC. I guess they wanted the fox vote, huh? Heh.

5. Not sure if I’ve seen you around a lot with one particular person. Is there a secret someone?

Secret someone? Getting jealous, are you? Haha, I would’ve never taken you to be the type!

> Not the focus of the question.

> That’s not…!

It’s your fault for wording it like that. You’ve got to watch your words, Carrots. Well, the business life is a cold one, isn’t it? Being around a bunch of highschool guys isn’t really the “ideal” grounds for making business partners either, so it is what it is. At least this way, I get all the profits, so I don’t mind. If you want, I can save a spot for you by my side. ♡

> Again, no thanks.

> Maybe after I get a break from all the things this school brings.

Keep me in mind~.

6. Our last question. You say a lot of random stuff. People get annoyed with it pretty often. How do you feel about that?

…? Oh, you picked up on it, huh? Heh, I mean… I guess I could come clean. I think it’s interesting you haven’t walked away from me yet, y’know. Usually people aren’t into this stuff.

> You are annoying, but…

> (Would it be mean to say something?)

I appreciate you, Carrots. A little too much than I’d like.

Usually people don’t really like the stereotypical foxiness I bring to the table. They run away because I’m either something they don’t wanna get mixed up with, or just something they don’t like. I think you’re a weirdo who’s looking for entertainment when you come into my room and talk to me like this.

…But I guess that just means that you like the way I talk to you, right? You can’t get enough? Is that what’s happening here? ♡

> For a second, I thought you were going to need some comfort, but I guess not.

> Really, it’s fine, Niko…

Don’t pretend like your cheeks aren’t a little red. I like the reactions I get out of you. ♡

Is that all you wanted? Yeah? Alright, we’re done here, then. Hand me the pen, would ya?

> It was nice being able to talk to you like this.

> (That was a quick turnaround.)

…Yeah. Hurry on up, shouldn’t you be studying up on actual things worth studying? Live up to that Smarty McSmart Pants title. Bye-bye now~.

INTERVIEW: END!

> (I feel like Niko’s more than meets the eye.)

> (I feel like Niko’s… hiding something.)

.

.

.

TRIVIA:

Niko is actually magicless. Not entirely, as he does have some running in his blood, so he didn’t lie, but it’s not enough where he can successfully conjure spells. Because of this, at NRC, he often has to get by with con-artist type excuses and acts. It works most of the time, as he has Crowley’s support. For now, he’s getting by with the excuse of being a late bloomer, but I’m sure suspicions are beginning to rise… Perhaps, if this were to be found out that he’s unable to conjure spells, he would be kicked out of NRC.

He made it to NRC after being dared to attempt to con his way in by his magicless best friend. His name is not noted, but he’s a very angry and violent French fennec fox. Niko is often bullied by him.

He can be considered a fan of Vil.

Niko enjoys the pop genre a lot, but is embarrassed to admit it.

Despite being a playboy, Niko is easily flustered at the thought of someone making moves on him.

Even though he doesn’t want to, he feels obligated to play into the deceitful foxiness of himself, because that’s what people naturally expect of him. It stops them from getting curious about him, as it seems like they’ve already got him figured out.

He says things that are considered shallow, like flirting or bargaining because he wants to get a reaction out of people. Niko does small things like this for small reactions — enough of these small reactions will fulfill the same satisfaction of seeing someone he loves flustered or happy, he thinks. In truth, he knows it won’t amount to much. Niko tries to satisfy himself enough so that he won’t need the real thing.

Niko feels very guilting for deceiving everyone at NRC, especially the prefect. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he truly doesn’t belong here, taking up a spot possibly for somebody who deserves it much more.

Niko’s way of thinking suggests that if he acts distasteful enough, it will cause people to stray far away from him. He believes that he really is just a lowlife fox, but the truth of his actions is something he think people would hate him for most; living in a lie. Because of this, he acts like a playboy and an annoyance in attempts to get people to stay away, preventing them from finding out the even uglier truth of him.

Additionally, he’s afraid to have the truth leak out because he doesn’t want to leave NRC. Though he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t want to lose the little bit he does have.

Even still, Niko craves for someone who will take time to understand him. Which is why he’s so attached to the prefect.

More to be added!

#niko cimarron #ashi’s ocs ♡ #twst oc #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #UHH. UHHHH. TAGS #UHHHHHHHH #yeah I got nothing #I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY WIDDLE FOXY BOY

[wheresarizona]

Blood in The Cut

summary: You’re distracted while working with Joel, and it almost costs you your lives. Luckily, he knows how to get you out of your head—it’s just a little surprising because you didn’t think he liked you, but here he is eating you out like it’s his last meal.

rating: E (18+!! This is straight-up smut. Age Gap (20-25 years, unspecified), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spit mention, (1) spank, Soft Joel at the end)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: 2k+

a/n: My friend @dresupi prompted me with Blood in The Cut by K.Flay saying it screamed Joel, and I went, well damn, absolutely, and here we are. Please enjoy 2k of smut. Shoutout to @juletheghoul for giving it a glance. Unbeta’d.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

I reply to comments with my side blog, @wheresarizona-writes

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You’re not entirely sure how you got in this position; lying on your back on a dusty old floor in an abandoned building outside the QZ, the bottom half of your body bare, your thighs clenched around a man’s head, his mouth unrelenting on your cunt, your legs trembling, whimpering from sensitivity having come already.

That’s a lie; you know exactly what got you here.

Joel got pissed off at you for not paying attention and almost getting you both killed because you were distracted, and after you’d found a safe place to hole up, he’d grilled you about why you weren’t on top of things like usual. This led to you revealing that your boyfriend had cheated on you, got another girl pregnant, and left you for her.

His eyebrows are pinched, arms crossed over his chest, scowling.

“Gotta get you out of your fuckin’ head, or you’ll get us killed.”

“I’m sorry, Joel. I won’t let it happen again.”

“Take off your pants.”

“What?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Take off your pants. I’m gonna make you forget about that asshole and save our fuckin’ lives.”

Here you are, Joel’s lips wrapping around your sensitive little clit, your back arching, crying out, thighs clenching harder over his ears, him not caring and feeling him groan into your pussy. Your fingers are gripped tight in his grey hair, cunt pulsing, the muscles in your body tightening up until the knot snaps, and you’re coming again, brokenly moaning as the waves of pleasure move through your body.

Joel says something, words muffled in your pussy that vaguely sound like ‘good girl,’ his mouth moving to lick up your release, lapping at you, while your breaths even out.

His big hands grip your thighs, prying them from his head, as he sits up, your brain a pleasurable haze, thoughts feeling like molasses—slow, thick.

You know he’s talking to you, but you don’t hear him, gasping at the sting of his hand slapping your hip.

Your eyes open, tilting your head to look at him. You’d made a mess of him, the lower part of his face shiny with your juices, looking at you with a serious expression.

You wonder if Joel knows how to smile, he’d probably have a great one, but you’re used to him frowning, always a hardened look on his face, that’s normal. You’ve known him for years, Tess bringing you in for jobs here and there, and he’s always fascinated you—this much older, gruff man of few words, who only listened to Tess, and was a force to be reckoned with. Did you have a bit of a crush? Yes. But you have no chance, he’s too closed off, and you’re not even sure if he likes you in general. Though, after the way he ate your pussy, you think he might like you a little, and you’re happy to take whatever he’s willing to give.

“I asked how you’re feelin’,” he says.

A dreamy smile pulls up on your lips as you reply, “Fucking fantastic.”

“Good.” He nods. “I’m gonna fuck you, hard, until you’re droolin’ and can’t even remember his name.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, having to hold back a moan. You just know it’s going to be so fucking good, your body hot and thrumming with anticipation.

“May I kiss you?” you ask, sounding hopeful.

“No,” he answers, bluntly, your stomach dropping. “I’m just helpin’ you out, nothin’ more. You understand?”

“Yes,” you reply, not at all surprised. It’s nice of him to help you forget. Maybe there’s a little bit of softness hidden under all those rough edges.

“Good. Hands and knees.”

You scramble to do as you’re told, Joel grabbing your hips to help move you into position, hearing the clinking of his belt as he works open his pants, followed by him spitting on his fingers, gasping when he rubs the saliva over your entrance.

One hand grips your asscheek to spread you open, the other pushing his cock through your folds before he’s notching at your entrance. Your eyes go round, feeling the bulbous tip, knowing it’s going to be a stretch, your pussy throbbing needily, wanting to feel him inside you. He starts pushing in and your eyes roll back, mouth falling open at just how thick he is, stretching you to accommodate his girth, moaning in unison as he slides home in one smooth thrust.

“Oh my god,” you whine.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts.

You don’t have a chance to respond, his hips moving back, almost pulling all the way out and pushing back in hard enough the air leaves your lungs, setting up a brutal pace.

He hadn’t been lying, he’s fucking you hard and fast, his hands gripped tight on your hips, hearing your bodies colliding, his balls slapping against your clit, Joel grunting, soft sounds slipping between your teeth. Spreading your knees a little further apart has him going deeper, his thick cock rubbing against spots that has your head spinning, fingers digging into the concrete floor as he works you up, pleasure building higher, and higher with every slick slide of him moving in and out of you.

You’ve never been fucked liked this, and you love it, taking what he’s giving you, completely at his mercy, knowing he just wants to make you feel good, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s getting you to your end, fucking you too good.

His hand leaves your hip to rub your clit, and the jolt of pleasure has your muscles squeezing, moaning loudly.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he grits out.

You are, panting hard, the obscene slap of flesh the soundtrack as you fall over the edge with a cry, body seizing up, your release dripping down his cock, euphoria exploding in your veins.

“Good girl,” Joel groans, fucking you through your high. “You’re tight little pussy is squeezin’ me.”

Your arms give out, resting your head on them, heart hammering in your chest. He’s kind enough to move his fingers off you, continuing to piston into you, grunting with exertion, his thrusts wetter. You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, your slick coating your inner thighs, legs trembling.

He leans over your back, pressing his front into you, slowing his movements, his mouth at your ear, holding himself up with hands beside you.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he rasps. “You’re gonna make me come.”

He kisses your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin from the softness.

“Come inside me,” you whimper, wanting to feel him.

He makes a pained sound.

“I can’t—gonna paint your pretty pussy in it.”

He pulls out suddenly, making you gasp, Joel manhandling you onto your back, his hips slotting into the cradle of your thighs and pushing back inside quickly, his slick cock sliding in easily.

His arms bracket your head, pulling your legs up his ribs as he starts moving again, picking up pace quickly, spearing into you over and over. His face is screwed up like he’s in pain, rough sounds coming from his mouth.

“You take me so fuckin’ well,” his words come out strained. “So tight, wet, fuck.”

Your hands work their way into his hair and he groans, leaning up to press your lips to his stubbled jaw.

“You’re so soft—so fuckin’ soft,” he says.

His eyes open, meeting yours.

“Can you give me another?”

You’re too sensitive from your previous orgasms, there’s no way you could come again.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think you can—just one more.”

He sits up on his knees, pushing your own up your chest, changing the angle to have him plunging into your pussy so deep and rubbing over something that causes white-hot pleasure to shock through you, making you gasp.

“I know,” he says, massaging that spot with each quick snap of his hips. “Wanna feel you come again. Soak my dick.”

You’re so wet, leaking all over his cock, hearing him working in and out of you, your pussy fluttering, another orgasm building in you, feeling the heat growing at the base of your spine, chanting his name.

It makes you throb, losing your mind at how good it feels, drool wetting your chin, eyes squeezed shut. You’re honestly upset that this is a one time thing, knowing no one will ever fuck you like this ever again.

Everything comes to a head, you’re right on the precipice.

“Oh, god,” you moan.

“Come for me,” he growls.

He says the words and it’s like he has a line straight to your cunt, because you do—the muscles in your belly tightening and tightening until you’re clamping down on him hard, coming with a shout, Joel growling, his hips stuttering, pleasure radiating through your body.

He pushes your legs apart, laying back over you, short strong strokes pushing in and out of you, extending your high.

You moan in surprise when his lips crash into yours, kissing you hard, happily opening when he licks into your mouth eagerly. He must be close, his breaths shakey, thrusts uneven, kissing you like his life depends on it.

Suddenly he’s pushing up and off of you, pulling out, taking himself in hand and jerking off frantically, panting hard, until a long drawn out groan pulls from his throat, feeling the hot spurts of his come painting your pussy.

There’s no coherent thoughts in your head, feeling lethargic, spent, not even sure if you can move with how your limbs are shaking.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he pants.

You peek an eye open, lifting your head to find him staring at your cunt. He pushes a finger through his mess, rubbing it over your little clit.

“Oh,” you gasp.

His gaze meets yours, a small smile pulling up on his lips, and your eyes go wide.

“It’s better than I imagined,” he says.

You’re feeling confused, not only from what he says but the soft look on his face. He’s handsome normally, but seeing him like this has your body feeling warm.

“What’s better than you imagined?”

“Your pussy.”

“You’ve imagined fucking me…?” you ask slowly, not quite believing what you’re hearing.

“Yeah? From the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I didn’t think you liked me.”

His eyebrows furrow.

“I like you plenty. I do jobs alone with you, don’t I?”

“Yeah, ‘cause Tess tells you to.”

“‘Cause I ask Tess to let me.”

It hits you then.

“You’re sweet on me.”

He sighs, looking away.

“I’m sweet on you,” he mumbles.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He looks at you, his eyebrow raising.

“Well, you were datin’ that asshole for one—never liked him.” You snort. “And I’m old, really fuckin’ old. I ain’t got no chance with someone like you.”

“Well, you’re wrong about one of those things.”

“I thought you said he left you? You’re not still datin’ him are you?”

“What? No.” You wave away his questions. “That’s over. Done. I don’t want to ever see his face again.”

“Good.” He nods.

“You’re wrong about not having a chance with me. I’m sweet on you, too.” You smile.

He doesn’t look convinced.

“You’re lyin’. You didn’t even think I liked you.”

“Well, yeah. Just ‘cause I didn’t think you liked me didn’t stop me from crushing on your grumpy ass.”

He huffs out an amused breath.

“You really like me?”

“I do.” You nod. “You wanna make this more than a one time thing? I’d really like to do this naked and in a bed,” you ask, biting your lip.

He grimaces.

“I don’t have much to offer…” he says slowly. “I can fuck you, warm your bed, give you my body, but feelings and shit, I’m really fuckin’ bad at it.”

“That’s fine.” You shrug. “The orgasms make up for it,” you say, winking.

His thumb circles your sensitive clit, making your mouth fall open.

“Yeah? You like how I play your pussy?” he rasps.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Very much.”

“Good. If you’re with me, it’s mine.”

You nod. “Only yours.”

He smiles. “Then we’ll keep doing this. Now, let me clean you up. We gotta get goin’.”

You’re wondering what he’s gonna use to wipe you down with, but then he’s moving back and bending down, his tongue sweeping through his come and making you moan.

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jealous | song mingi (1/2)

♡ part two

♡ pairing: mingi x fem! reader (afab) ♡ chapters: 1 out of 2 ♡ word count: 3.9k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: pwp, smut, established relationship 

♡ synopsis: choi san finds great fun in trying to seduce mingi's girl on the daily. on one particular night, you're left to deal with the consequences of san's actions after their concert. waiting alone in the dressing room, you fear that you're in for a wild ride.

♡ warnings/tags: idol! mingi, rengoku hair! mingi, brief mentions of ateez, smut, shameless tbh, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, sweaty mingi, san is a little shit but he means well, a lil bit of man handling, size kink, mingi GOT THE SCHLONG, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, name calling, spanking, bruising, biting, hair pulling, slight dom/sub undertones, slight voyeurism

♡ author’s note: 

kinda proof read but not rly tbh

howdy, folks! this is my first time posting in the ateez writing community, so i hope this is to everyone’s liking. i haven’t written anything in a few years but the creative juices have been flowin lately !! 

this is also cross posted on my ao3, if you would like to support me there as well. this was originally a one part fic, but i’m currently in the midst of finishing up the second and final chapter. thank you and happy reading! comments r greatly appreciated :plead: :3

Swarmed by hundreds, your body is rocking amongst many others as the sounds of singing and shouting fills the air. The music is loud and pulsing through your ears, yet you feel at home within the crowd of fans. You don’t think you will ever get tired of seeing the boys perform live, despite spending nearly every waking moment around them. Similarly, Mingi is with you almost everyday yet you can never stop yourself from marveling at the sight of his lithe figure. It’s as if you’re seeing him for the first time ever with each new day.

With your hungry eyes following the fluid movements of his hips, he easily sways to the current song’s beat as he begins to drift further from your peripherals, heading toward the opposite side of the stage. Soon after his disappearance another figure soon comes into your view, their laced boots firmly planted on the stage in front of you. Even as those around you stir with excitement, your gaze barely strays from Mingi.

Only until hearing the screams erupt louder around you do you reluctantly tear your eyes away from his retreating back. Always being good at eliciting reactions from the fans, San’s sensual movements don’t go unnoticed by you or those surrounding him. The performer loved to get a rise out of making his fellow member jealous, although you were immune to his charms after many years of his ceaseless teasing.

To you, his flirting is almost always harmless and mostly just a hoax to get under Mingi’s skin. You can’t help but to roll your eyes at his obvious antics in trying to rouse you, but he instead begins to attract the aforementioned rapper back over to your corner. The male before you gyrates once more, hoping to further divert your attention from Mingi. It doesn't seem to take long for the other man to catch on as he practically stomps his way over to San.

Even if San's action never affected you, it always left a sour taste in Mingi's mouth. His jealousy was clear as day given how he was reacting now. Unseen by the public eye, his bout of anger was unnoticed by the fans — but not to you and San. In fact, the crowd is more than delighted by his quick return. His appearance beside his band mate prompts another round of enthusiastic yelling. Those around you wave and jitter excitedly and their mass of hands reach for the two idols, their phones held high.

Mingi is hovering close to the edge of the stage, mic in hand as he dances — his movements are aggressive, his irritations evident through the flow of his rhythmic dances. He bounces on his feet, rocking back and forth while following the groove of the music. It’s then that he tips his cap up slightly, immediately meeting your eyes with his own smoldering gaze.

Look only at me. The expression on his face says enough.

You can see a sliver of his tongue peeking out beneath his teeth before a shit eating grin is plastered across his features. He and his tongue do nothing but taunt you, slipping to and from his ample lips. You can’t help the flash of vivid imagery that briefly fills your mind. Eyes fluttering just barely, you find yourself imagining the wet appendage slipping into your hot cunt — his plump lips kissing at your wet folds as he eats you out. Fuck. The heat that rises through your body is immediate and you find yourself involuntarily shouting out for the man, joining the crowd as you all bristle animatedly from his interactions. He only smirks to you, as if knowing fully well what nasty thoughts were running rampant through that pretty little head of yours.

Mingi looks sinfully delicious in the fitted monochrome attire he adorns. Even he seems to know it, easily relishing within the attention he garners. You will definitely have to thank the stylists later. Even with little skin to show, limbs covered, the straps that hook around his lean torso only further excite you and feed into your fantasies. There's nothing more you want to do than to grab at the fabric of his shirt and yank him off the stage to make out. In front of the audience, you knew if he ever had the chance he would love to absolutely fuck you mindless on the stage. You also knew his sole purpose for frequenting your side of the stage so often was to get you hot and bothered.

You hated him for teasing you; loathed him for leaving you wanting and physically aching for his touch. The deliberate and slow thrusts of his hips are meant specially for you, but his cocky antics played it all off so easily. The fans would never suspect that he danced with such passion only to wind you up. Thankfully, you were not the only one amongst the fans feeling the heat from him. However, you did have the full satisfaction of knowing that at the end of the day you would be the one he was bending over.

Upon entering the dressing room, you could already see his sweat covered figure panting; exhausted from the concert yet seemingly more than ready to jump you. His breaths are labored with a primal desire and you can feel his heated gaze heavy on you. Yourself only adorned in a strappy crop top and tight little skirt left much of your skin exposed to his roaming eyes and little to his imagination. During the entirety of the set you two had exchanged many looks of yearning. The tension gave way and it was no wonder that he was ready to fuck you here and now. It isn’t long before his towering figure is looming over you, grabbing you abruptly as he practically tosses you against the nearest wall.

"Fuck!" A sputter of profanities. With the air being knocked out of your chest, you have no time to try to recover from his actions — literally breathless against his muscular frame. You can barely react as you're thrown up against the door with your back hitting the steel surface forcefully. Only the lean of his body and his taut muscles pin you up and you're nearly slipping down the door until you're scrambling to hook your legs around his waist. His broad hands find their grip on you, one squeezing a thigh to further hoist you up before the other grasps your hair tightly.

The impact has you feeling dizzy, yet you know you should be used to Mingi's roughness by now. There is a hard tug of your locks and you find yourself craning your neck to him obediently as he directs you by your hair with ease. The delicious expanse of skin is exposed to his eager mouth and he’s leaving hot kisses along your nape. Each brush of his lips burns into your skin, a fire further igniting beneath your belly. A whine bubbles from your throat once his teeth begin to graze along your throat, nipping gingerly.

Mingi has always been needier than you; always having to touch you, always wanting to taste you, and always needing to mark you. Despite knowing this, when he bites down between the junction of your neck and shoulder particularly hard, you can't stop yourself from crying out pathetically. His tongue allows you temporary solace, lapping against the tender wound before he begins to suck at the same spot. The hickeys he enjoyed leaving on the canvas of your skin were always welcomed, only fueling the desire that has been rapidly building over the night. The skin seems to bruise tenderly beneath his touches. Each mark is deliberate. He wants everyone to know that you were accounted for, especially San.

"You're mine." The baritone of his voice sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core and you're nearly keening at his words.

"Yours," you breathily say back to him as your hands grasp his shoulders.

"That's right. You belong to me. You're mine and only mine." His lips find yours briefly before he leans up to bite your ear, his husky voice raspy and hot against you. The trickle of words that leave his mouth don't stop even as his strong hands begin to roam your body once more. One arm holds you steady against the door as the other dips between the apex of your thighs. You gasp out as his long fingers inch closer to your core, stroking along the clinging fabric of your already soaked underwear.

"Look at you. Already dripping for me. You've been wanting me to touch you all night, haven't you? My needy girl."

Another startled sound comes from you as he easily tears the flimsy cloth from your body, hastily shoving your underwear into his back pocket. You can barely utter a word, instead settling for a choked noise of surprise as two of his fingers suddenly plunge past your slick folds. The stretch is immediate and he wastes no time pumping his digits within you as his thumb circles over your clit. With your mind reeling, you can barely catch up to his actions. His fingers feel so damn good scissoring within you that any coherent thoughts you possessed swiftly diminished.

The breathy moan that falls from your lips is delectable and much louder than anticipated. You’re both well aware that anyone passing by could probably hear you two, but that only seems to encourage the man to continue his efforts. If he was going to fuck you senseless, he surely had hoped San could hear him through the walls.

"Mmm.. You like that, babe? Do my fingers feel good?" Before you can answer, his mouth slots against yours with fervor. You two are exchanging sloppy kisses, teeth knocking into each other as your bruised lips move in unison — hot and heavy with your tongues intertwining. The desperation to taste you is too much. It's evident among his greedy touches.

You're pathetically grinding against his palm, his fingers furled to press deep at the delicate tissue of your g spot. With his soaked fingers expertly delving back and forth inside you, he easily reaches spots that have you dizzy with pleasure. You're soft and pliant to his ministrations, juices audibly gushing down his wrist with every pump. The sound is embarrassing to your ears, but your writhing body spurs Mingi on as he's no sooner curling his drenched fingers harder against your arousal.

He detaches from your lips, his own lingering down your shoulder blade. His nose is grazing along your skin as you're painfully arched between him and the door. Each thrust is driving you further away from sanity, your mind hazy with lust. With your mouth agape, you cannot stop the string of garbled noises that fall from your lips. Mingi always knows how to make you fall apart at his hands. The size and thickness of his fingers were nearly enough to have your orgasm peaking, but it was never that simple with the man.

The entirety that fills you is fleeting and you're soon whining out from his withdrawal. The actions have you locking eyes with him, his pupils blown wide with lust. Breathing heavily from his swollen lips, Mingi looks frenzied the way he bores into you. You can feel him undressing you so readily with his stifling stare. He looks crazed, his fiery locks damp and wild. The sheen of sweat on his skin is smooth and his musk is heavy, intoxicating your senses.

“M-Mingi.. Please,” you mewl at him pathetically, clenching around nothing but your own heat.

“What do you want, needy girl?” Your skin feels hot from his question. You are shy to utter a response and instead squirm beneath him, hips meeting from your movement.

“You want my fingers?” He grasps your jaw with one hand, grip tightening as his thumb grazes along your mouth. You're eager to wrap your lips around his finger, tongue brushing against his digit.

“Or maybe you want me to eat that pretty pussy of yours?” A strangled noise forms at the back of your throat upon hearing his words.

“You can barely keep quiet around my fingers. Everyone is going to hear you scream if I do that.” He says such things as if the results wouldn't be the same regardless of how you came unraveled. You would take him all the same.

With the absence of his hands between your bodies, you're suddenly free to grind against his groin. You're desperate and needy for him to be closer, chasing a temporary relief from being teased toward your orgasm. The action is welcomed as you finally feel the shape of his straining erection pressed to your dripping slit. The material of his pants does nothing to hide his size, fabric growing increasingly wet from your movements.

Just as you're enjoying yourself rocking against him, you’re unceremoniously dropped by him and you're staggering to try and find your balance as your feet shakily hit the ground, knees nearly buckling.

“Mingi, what the fuck?” Hands meeting his shoulders, you're holding on as you try to keep steady.

He ignores your pestering and busies himself with removing his trousers. The sound of metal clinking is heard as his belt drops to the floor. Haphazardly he is tugging down his zipper, pants and underwear pooling at his ankles. In all his glory, he’s left standing before you as you openly ogle his well endowed size. Everything about him is so big and it turns you on immensely.

The sinful sight has your mouth going dry. It’s hard not to stare at how his swollen tip smears a trail of precum against the toned muscles aligning his stomach. You would drop to your knees then and there just for a taste, but knowing Mingi, he wouldn't allow anything of the sort whilst in charge.

“Can’t wait to take my big cock, huh?” Mingi seems extra mouthy today. You roll your eyes at his words, though they do nothing to quell the fire in your loins. It’s not long before you're closing the gap between your bodies, hands tangling within his tresses. Thankfully, he gets the message and shuts up as your mouths reconnect in a heated exchange of saliva. Tongues are met feverishly, enjoying each other's taste as you card through his hair.

Between gasps and whines, there is a playful tug on the bottom of your lip when Mingi begins to withdraw from the kiss. His hands linger along your neck, trailing to cup your cheek as his narrowed stare grows more intense with each passing second. You swallow thickly.

“Turn around and show me that ass, pretty girl,” he instructs, the low grovel of his voice shooting a tremor straight to your core. The new position you take feels vulnerable and it's evident as your thighs seem to tremble with anticipation once you've swiveled to face the door. Despite your face growing hot with embarrassment, you can't help yourself from turning slightly to try and meet his gaze with curiosity.

His eyes are zeroed in at the exposed skin beneath your skirt. From this angle he can see just how wet you truly are, your folds slick and coated with your own arousal. Large hands are soon gripping at your ass, squeezing appreciatively as he spreads them apart with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, you’re so wet… Are you this needy just for me, baby? You want me to make you cum that bad?”

You whine.

With a rough shove you stumble forward, flush to the wall with your chest against the door as the solid metal meets your torso. Mingi maneuvers you to arch forward, his feet planted between yours while he's holding you by your rear. You're whimpering against the door, expectant and ready once you feel the intimidating length of his cock finding its way between your drooling slit. He pauses for a moment, enjoying your squirming against him. 

The room almost feels too quiet, tension thick with your combined breaths as you listen to the slick movements of his erection teasing along your aching cunt. You jerk yourself back against him, forcing his tip to slide past your clit. This earns a pleased moan from you, but you're met with his disapproving tsk as he slaps your ass a single time in warning. The pain is resounding, stinging so good that you cry out for him.

“Look at you. So impatient. You can't wait until I fuck you full, huh?” The head of his dick inches past your walls. His movements still, listening to you as you try not to sob out in frustration.

“You’re going to take all of me in your tight little cunt, and I want you to scream my name so loud that San will never think to cross me again. Do you understand?” Mingi's voice rumbles deep and firm against the shell of your ear, the implications behind his words are dangerous and clear yet another wave of hot arousal courses through your body. The fresh trickle of liquid that begins to trail from your wetness down your thigh is enough to show the man just how desperate and obedient you will be for his cock.

“I said do you understand me?” He repeats himself once, voice raising as he grasps a fistful of your hair. You respond with a wince, eyes springing with tears at the sudden sting on your scalp.

“Do you?!” Another slap to your already reddening cheeks.

“Yes! I understand! P-Please, please! Mingi! I need you inside me!” You sob out to him, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"Good girl." A harsh snap of his hips forward and he's plunging himself deep within your cunt. You feel yourself stretch around the entirety of his size, eyes rolling back in pleasure as your walls wrap around his thickness. Your tears fall freely at the relief that floods your senses, reveling in how deeply he reaches within you. 

There is a mix between a wail and moan that falls from your mouth once he begins to rut himself against your backside. The pace he sets is brutal, pistoning hard into you as he shifts back and forth inside your heat.

The sound of skin slapping is loud, messy and wet, squelching with his every thrust. Gods, he felt so big inside you. Each movement is met by his labored panting, a guttural noise bubbling from the back of his throat as he angles himself to fuck into you mercilessly. He wants you to cum fast and he knows you'll be unable to last with how you're barely keeping yourself standing against the door. An arm encircles your waist, ensuring you're somewhat upright as his other is gripping your hip bruisingly.

The way his hips buck into yours drive you mad and each drag of his cock within your fluttering walls has you keening. The fullness of his size fills you so well that you can feel the pressure of his heavy length against your g spot.

“Mingi!” You scream when he pulls out of you completely before pounding back in particularly hard, making sure to hit your g spot over and over as he resumes his rhythm.

“Good girl… Taking me so well,” he growls lowly against your neck, planting hungry kisses along your nape. Where he has already marked, he begins another trail of bruises down your neck, each love bite decorating your skin in a way that satiates his possessive nature.

“S-So close, Mingi…” You whimper into the door, meeting his thrusts with your own sloppy movements. You can feel the tension coiling within your belly as he jerks into you. Your cunt is twitching wildly around his shaft, encouraging his cock with the squeeze of your folds around him.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna fall apart on this big dick?” Languid kisses follow up your ear, and his words are igniting you, fueling the flame that is your orgasm. You barely process the hand that has slipped from your ass and now lays between your legs, fingers rubbing wet and slick against your throbbing clit.

The digits that play around your button have you chanting Mingi’s name in an endless hymn, mindlessly moaning as his tempo grows erratic. He knows that you're almost there, he can feel the way your cunt is clenching him so tightly.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come for me.” The way his fingers pinch at your clit and how he fucks himself into you with reckless abandon causes you to orgasm fast and hard. Your eyes are fluttering shut and you see stars, reaching the crescendo that is your orgasm. Your pussy is spasming around him when you come, your hips weakly pushing back against his thrusts to ride your high.

With your writhing and convulsions gripping his cock, it doesn't take him long to reach his own orgasm as he chases for release. He is sloppy, frenzied and desperate as he hammers into you, pace only stuttering as he begins to spill rope after rope of his hot cum into you. He peaks with a loud groan, hands finding their way back to your ass to grip at the mounds of flesh before his movements slow to a lazy grind.

You feel him pull out of you once he's had his fill, and it has you whimpering softly as you try to ignore the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. He is huffing heavily when he turns you around to face him, hands cupping your cheeks. Mingi peppers kisses lovingly all over you before pressing his lips to yours sweetly.

“God, I love you, babe… Let's get you cleaned up.”

“I love you too, Min.”

The people that await you outside of the dressing room are not particularly pleased as the two of you step from the door, both red with embarrassment. Bowing your head and grasping Mingi’s hand, you both flee toward the room that ATEEZ occupies. It doesn’t take long to reunite with the rest of the group, but entering the vicinity, the room is silent and the tension is palpable. The resident captain seems to be fuming near the back, motioning for Mingi to come to him before he begins to scold the latter. You definitely don’t miss the scalding glare he shoots your way too.

Shuffling awkwardly you turn to face the others, and you can see that Yunho’s ears are red as he refuses to meet your eyes. You can't help but to smile sheepishly. The rest of the group seems to be idling around, either playing on their phones or chatting together quietly. Similarly, some of them barely glance to you while others offer a shy wave in greeting. It's clear to you that the rest of the members and some staff weren’t exempt from hearing your loud ass shenanigans. You knew that you and Mingi would get reprimanded for it later, but at least you got some killer sex out of it.

Amongst Hongjoong’s bickering and Mingi’s apologies, it is San who stands from the couch and clears his throat as he casually saunters over to you. An arm is thrown around your shoulder as he ducks his head down close to yours.

You see Mingi’s head whip over to your direction. San smirks.

“So, I take it the plan worked?”

You only grin back at him.

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SOS

Part 1

Pairing: Jey Uso x black!OC x Damian Priest

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: This is my very first piece and I'm so nervously excited for you all to embark on this journey with me. Shout out to @wrestlingprincess80 for being a mf hail mary. Thank you to anyone who takes their time to read my work! This will be a part of a mini series so stay tuned! All likes, comments, reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!

-divider by @cafekitsune

“To the biggest motherfucking return in WWE history! The brightest star is back, bitches!!!”

Glasses clinked together in a toast to celebrate Naomi returning to WWE; the section erupting in cheers and applause for their friend. Kennedy took a swig from whatever fruity cocktail was placed in front of her before throwing her arms around Trinity. “I'm so happy you're back! I missed you so much.” She gushed, almost squeezing the life out of her best friend. “And I'm glad to be back here with all of y'all. Don't get me wrong, the people over at TNA are cool, but this is home.” Anyone tuned into their conversation let out an ‘awww’ and reciprocated the sentiment. Naomi's return was trending #1 on every social media outlet after the Royal Rumble. All the superstars decided to hit the club as a welcome back celebration for Trinity.

Jon was taking advantage of the time he was finally getting with his wife after being apart for so long. Leaning closer to the couple, Ken brushed his arm off of Trin’s shoulder playfully to catch his attention. “MY other half is back and it's time to feel the glow!” She made sure she spoke loud enough for the twin to hear just for him to suck his teeth in response.``Man watch out. This is MY wife, okay?”, he scoffed, giving a dramatic eye roll like they were on a reality show. “If you miss me, just say that.” She let out a cackle at his over the top nature before getting up to give him a hug. “Yeah yeah yeah. Long time no see, Juice. I miss you or whatever.” 

“Mhm i see you over there on the red side doing ya thing. I think you should've won that championship.” “Me too, but I'm just getting started! Damage Ctrl better keep their head on a swivel.” The smaller group agreed with an ‘I’ll drink to that’ thrown in their personal toast.

Back when they all got called up to the main roster from NXT, life was so lit. The four of them would travel together, room together, train together - do everything together. How many superstars could say the company favored them through injuries, drafts and creative uncertainty. When Trin married Jon, she gained an entire family she never knew she needed and being so far from home, Kennedy was grateful to not be alone. 

Ken was from New Jersey but when her parents split up in middle school, she moved to Orlando with her father for a fresh start. Any kid would hate being the new girl, but when she met Trinity, it seemed like life just fell into place. They were on the dance team together, they graduated and danced for the Orlando Magic together, they joined FCW together and made it to WWE together. 

Kennedy snapped out of her daze from the warmth enveloping her body which she wasn't sure if it was because of the liquor, or the reminiscing. The girls were catching up on all the tea they didn't get to share being on different brands when the air in the room shifted. It was stiff and humid like those stifling hot summer days that fucked up the freshest silk presses. 

Joshua had finally made his appearance after doing press with Cody after his big victory for a second year in a row. He dapped up his twin then gave his sister in law a warm embrace but before he could entertain any interaction with Kennedy, she had gotten up to get another round of drinks.

When she got out of the section, she sucked in a breath so deep her lungs almost burst. She shuffled through the grinding bodies to get to the bar and ordered them another round of cocktails since everyone was keeping it light with them having to travel to the next city for RAW the following day. With a promise to have the drinks sent over to their section, she sulked back to the group and plopped down next to her bestie. Of course her big mouth husband couldn't just enjoy the moment with his nosey ass.

“Aye I know me and Trin ain't around like we used to be but at least you got the next best thing!” Jon patted his brother's chest as he laughed at his own jokey joke but she couldn't even spare a glance in that direction without feeling sick so replied with a low ‘mhm’ then chugged the rest of her lemon drop. Josh visibly stiffened at the comment making Jon's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the mood change. Before the couple in the middle could question the tense reaction, Shake Sumn blasted through the speakers. Kennedy hopped up with an excited squeal, pulling Trinity towards the dance floor. “I'm not leaving without a dance! Let's go!”

I don't know how to dance but can lean And make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees Make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees  Make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees

They rarely had the same days off - let alone being able to go out and let loose so when they did, it was a movie. Ass was bouncing up, down, left, right, in a circle - you name it. They were throwing that shit. Josh was trying to be discreet as he watched Kennedy; his cup held in front of his face with his eyes peering over to the dance floor. That old flicker of desire and possession crawled up his back but was snubbed out when they made brief eye contact and her face scrunched up in disgust. She turned away letting the cold shoulder fill his veins with icy guilt. 

The dance mix had their shoes discarded as they danced on each other like they were auditioning for a music video. Before the two really scrub the ground, the DJ cut the music per someone's request to dedicate a song their lady and of course it had to be their song. 

This is for you, you, my number one This is for you, you, my number one Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah This is for you, you, my number one

Jon mosied over to take Ken’s spot while she slipped her shoes on to give them their husband and wife time. This time when she straightened up, Joshua's eyes were boring straight into hers, his hand itching to have her wrapped around him again. The warmth simmering in her stomach spread to her brain making her feel lightheaded. She made a beeline to the bathroom in search of relief from the bile rising in her throat. But of course Kennedy was stopped short just a few feet away from the door when a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Kennedy.” She didn't need to turn around to know who was keeping her from getting herself together. “Get off me.” His tone told her everything he was already going to say and she ain't wanna hear none of that shit. “Look, i just wanna talk. You been ducking me since I got to RAW.” Her composure completely slipped- his presence sending her into a blind rage. “NOW YOU WANNA TALK, NIGGA?!! YOU AIN'T WANNA TALK WHEN I WOKE UP AND YOU WERE GONE. YOU AIN'T WANNA TALK WHEN YOU FUCKING BLOCKED ME. AND YOU DAMN SURE AIN'T WANNA TALK WHEN YOU SHOWED UP TO OUR MOTHERFUCKING JOB WITH THE SAME WOMAN YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE WITH.” If he wanted to talk, she wasn't going to pull her punches. He was gon shut the fuck up and listen. “I'm not avoiding shit! If i'm not in your face like some groupie bitch it's because looking at you makes me physically sick and i wanna punch you in the damn face.” Trying to count backwards in her head was not working but if she didn't calm down she was gonna lose her job.

“Ken, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry! I wanna make it right. Please, just let me explain.” His pleading only pissed her off more like she owed him something. She thought she got over what happened between them but looking at him broke her heart all over again. Her anger was dippinginto the overwhelming grief she fought to get out of two years ago. “Nah, you know  what? We cool. It was nothing. We were just going through some shit and used each other to feel better, right?” Turning to head back to the dance floor, she let her friends know she was gonna head out for the night under the guise of having to drive to Tampa the next day for RAW. Trinity thought they should leave too to make sure she got back to the hotel safe but she insisted they stay and enjoy their night together. After a quick round of hugs to their group partying in the VIP section, Ken flew out the club like a bat out of hell.

Her curls whipped wildly from the night breeze as she stood outside trying to get an Uber. A shiver wracked her curvy frame and she cursed herself for not wearing a jacket because the wind was tearing her little lace outfit up. Suddenly her mama's scolding of sacrificing being cold to look cute made her snicker. The heavy scent of leather filled her nostrils as a weight was set on her shoulders. “You shouldn't be out here by yourself, cariña.”

Turning around to face her savior, she gave him a sly smile. “Didn't think I'd see you here, Priest. This ain't a dive bar you know.” Her shot at him coaxed a surprised laugh to boom out of him. “You don't say? I must've gotten lost, but I'm glad I did. You look amazing,” The tall superstar slowly dragged his eyes from her white painted toes to her perfectly windswept hair, “But i can't imagine that net came with a coat.’’ Oh he was laying the charm on thick and she couldn't deny the turn of events was tantalizing. “Well I guess I should thank you for being such a gentleman, Senor Money In The Bank.” “How about you thank me by letting me give you a ride back to the hotel. It's late.” Who knew the leader of The Judgement Day would turn out be her knight in shining armor?

“Alright I'll take you up on that, but if you kidnap me it's going to look suspicious when we both don't show up tomorrow.” He chuckled again at her antics, shaking his head in disbelief before motioning her to his rental. “No funny business I promise, but trust me if I kidnapped you, you'd like it, muñeca.” Taken aback by the remark, she couldn't even think of anything to fire back, opting to climb her happy ass into his passenger seat. Their drive back to the hotel consisted of classic getting to know you banter. Favorite colors, taste in music, hometowns, dietary choices. It was a vibe - unexpected but welcomed. The chatter continued all the way up until the pair made it to her door just like he promised.

“This is me. Thanks again for rescuing me.” Kennedy leaned against her door to smile up at the mysterious Damian Priest. ”Anytime. Remind me to thank the gang for dragging me out.” She pulled his jacket from her shoulders then held it out to return back to him. “Oh I'll thank them at the show tomorrow. Gotta make sure I ruin your tough guy image." She teased as she unlocked her door only to be stopped for a second time that night. This touch was different. It was envigoraing.

“Do you think I could get your number? You know just in case there's an ax murderer in your room and you need saving again.” In a quick turn she leaned up on her tiptoes to press a lip gloss drenched kiss to his cheek. “I'll think about it. Goodnight.” She tossed a smirk over her shoulder as she retired to her room, leaving Damian in the hall anticipating their next encounter. 

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Broadway Baby ch.2

Happy New Year, Pookies!!! Here, as a treat<3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: The new patron has a thing for you.

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, mutual pining, and fluff ( a lil more plot building still, sorryyyy <3 )

Tags: sugar daddy AU, Miguel is a lonely+horny Dilf (not for long), reader is latina-coded (written by a Latina), yummy age gap

Word count: 5k

Ch. 1

“She’s very pretty”, “She is, isn’t she?” Miguel responds to his enthused daughter. The whole way home, she went on and on about the show they had just watched, the main item of her praise being you.

Her little voice, filled to the brim with elation, yapping about the way you danced and “how high her legs can go!”, your effortless pirouettes, the effortless vocal olympics, and your convincing storytelling that had Gabriella hanging onto every single word you delivered. Little did Gabriella know that her father was watching with the same amount of revere, only difference is his eyes may or may not have gotten stuck on your sculpted legs and fat ass a few times. His thoughts had strayed in those moments, imagining what great pillows your thighs and juicy derrière would make. He’d rub his stubble as he fantasized about stuffing his face between them, eating your pussy out like a wild animal until his face was covered in your juices. He clenched his jaw trying to dismiss any other lewd thoughts and actually pay attention to the plot of the story.

Once Gabriella was bathed, changed into her unicorn pjs, was read her bedtime story and given her goodnight kiss, Miguel turns the lights out, retiring to his study; a corner of the house that he spent majority of his time in.

It was no question that Miguel felt lonely for the past 4 years, and in these hours late in the night, he felt especially lonesome. As he walked through his two story, million-dollar home toward his study, it was very quiet. It felt cold and empty. Miguel stops and looks around at the living room, hands on his hips, letting out a discontented sigh, the only light coming from the moon through the glass sliding doors leading to the enormous backyard.

It was like this every night for the past 4 years.

He’d pick up Gabriella from either day care or her grandma’s place, feed his child, prepare her for bed, then go to his study to do even more work, his only motivation being to provide for his precious daughter; his entire world and reason for living. Days like these where he was able to take Gabriella out for daddy-daughter dates weren’t as frequent as he wanted them to be. When those days did come, though, that was him driving her all over the city to do whatever her little heart desired. Ice cream. New dolls. The Park. If she named it, she’d have it.

He turned the light of his office on, then plopped down on his leather chair, tired eyes boring into a computer screen. This man had horrible posture. Normally, he’d be able to accomplish a couple of hours worth of work then head to bed, but he’s sat there for like 15 minutes, and hasn’t even done a single thing. His mind was on something else.

He turned from the computer and grabbed his phone sitting next to him. He unlocks it, going to the photo app and pulling up the picture he took about an hour ago.

The photo of you and Gabriella.

His tired eyes faintly lift, his lips curling into a soft smile. Still holding onto the phone, he props his head onto his elbow on the desk, his hand resting against his chin and mouth, staring at you.

Your smile is the first and foremost thing he notices, studying and admiring it. Your soft and full lips carving into the most gorgeous smile, one that he could’ve sat and stared at all night long. The way your eyes sparkled, falling on the camera beautifully.

You just emanated this warm glow that he felt like he needed more of; the very thing the house was lacking.

He then studied your body, remembering the way it looked up close when you had stood from kneeling for Gabriella and thanked him for coming to the show. All the right curves in all the right places. The way your leggings hugged your hips, the crease where the top of your thighs and butt met, resembling an upside down heart. Your thick thighs that looked like they belonged to a goddess. You were a total babe.

An idea flickered in his head.

He sat his phone down, returning to the computer and started typing. Hunched over the keyboard, he typed in your full name, remembering it from the playbill that Gabriella kept showing him before and after the show, clicking ‘search’ and finding all that he could get his hands on.

Mans was down bad. If only he knew you were on the other side of the city thinking of him, in bed, your hand in your panties rubbing your wet clit, breathlessly moaning out ‘daddy’ while replaying the same 2 seconds you had with him in your mind because that’s all you had to cling onto.

He managed to find a ton of stage pictures of you, a few premiere photos, as well as some modeling gigs you did a while back. Mierda, Que hermosa (fuck, how beautiful), he whispers to himself.

He also found a couple of videos of you, too. He immediately clicks on one of them, it being an interview for one of the shows you did last year. You were so adorable. He couldn’t help but fold his arms on the table and rest his head there, watching the video completely smitten by you and your little mannerisms, your accent, and soft giggles. You were so humble and down to earth, yet you demanded respect and exuded power. Fuck, it was hot.

It’s been a minute since Miguel had been back in the dating realm, but he needed to get to know you so badly. Even just a chance with you. He didn’t know you, the only insight to your personality being all the interviews he just binged watched, but he felt like you were just perfect. It was like a thousand hands pushing him toward you.

Adding another tab on his computer, he researched the theater that you were currently working for. He reads that they were looking for a new patron…

Who better than the CEO of Alchemax, right?

Miguel sits back with a smug look in his face, his hands floating to the back of his head as he relishes in his newfound pursuit. The opportunity was too good to pass up. Your theater will definitely be receiving a call in the morning.

Just as he was about to exit out of all his tabs and head to bed, the tab on you made him do a double take. There was a video he missed, one of you doing choreography… the thumbnail showing you in six inch heels and nothing but a sports bra, fishnets, and a thong.

It was a hip-hop heel class you had taken recently in the city. Your friend was the choreographer, and they were always so fun to attend! Miguel clicked on it instantaneously, curious as to what it was. The video starts, and the next thing he knows, all of his blood is rushing toward his cock. You were a little too good at throwing it back, hitting the splits like it was nothing, your long dark hair all tussled and messy. He could feel the crotch of his pants tightening, his breathing becoming labored. You occasionally would stare into the camera with the most seductive glare, his manhood twitching in his pants at the sight. You were mouth-watering. He bit at his bottom lip, hand gradually making its way under the table and mindlessly unbuckling his pants. God, how he wished he would’ve said something back at the theater when you were signing Gabri’s playbill. Maybe he would’ve gotten your number or at least something, then taken you out for the boujiest dinner, send Gabriella to her grandma’s so that he could fuck you dumb in his bed afterward, telling you that you can dance, sing, or act all you want for who ever, but at the end of the day, this pussy was his.

But no. He wussed out and stayed quiet, so now he’s in his study, watching you shake hella ass for the camera, head thrown back, murmuring curse words in Spanish, his thick, angry cock freed from the restraint of his slacks, and his thumb circling his already dripping tip, teasing himself before pumping real slow and trying his very best to replicate how it would’ve felt had it been your plump ass bouncing on his dick instead of his hand.

“Mierda, necesito ese coño tan mala… ah fuck…”

(Need that pussy so badly)

He’d periodically look down at the screen to watch the way your body grinded and jiggled, the slick sound of pre-cum against his calloused hand and his own groans filling the study. His pace on his girthy cock quickened as he got close, the other hand white knuckling his leather chair, and his brows furrowing in pleasure as he got more and more desperate.

“Aw f-fuck, fuck, fuckk-…” he whimpered through gritted teeth as he neared his peak. His hips lazily bucked into his fist once, twice, and three times until he came, strings of come spilling back on his hand, lap, and lower abdomen.

Miguel was a horny man with a capital H. The poor guy hasn’t had sex in 4 years… he has needs. As a matter of fact, this was a nightly thing, this just so happens to be the first time he had a specific person in mind, that person being you.

Yes, he might be the most eligible bachelor in Nueva York (and the richest), but Miguel has his reasons for being single all these years. Like you, Miguel was a picky guy, especially since Gabriella is in his life.

For starters, he didn’t want to rush into any relationship. Moving on from the death of his wife was already hard enough. Then, actually getting a second date after sharing that he had a daughter was almost impossible, so he sort of stopped trying at some point. And most importantly, Miguel wanted someone that was willing to love Gabriella like she was their own. He wanted someone that Gabriella would approve of more than anything, because the last thing he wants is for Gabriella to feel like she has a ‘wicked step-mother’ like the ones she watches in her cartoons. These reasons and a bunch of others were factored into why he hasn’t been in the game, until you, that is.

So far, you seemed to check all of his boxes.

What he wants to know is if he checks all of yours… and he’ll find out soon. He just had to be patient now.

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Here he stands, on the stage with you, the cast, and your director. He’s just dropped 10k on the house, with two conditions that he:

- Gets a say in casting

- And has access to the theater

In return, the house gains an extremely lucrative patron and a very good business man. It was a win-win deal.

Being a geneticist, he didn’t know the first thing about theater. He’ll deal with that later. The mission at hand was to get your attention.

Whilst your director introduces him to the cast, his eyes travel across the stage and it’s actors, seeking out your beautiful self.

There you are.

Both of your eyes meet, and after smiling back at him, you look away, flustered. He was happy to know he had an effect on you. His eyes traveled down your figure. If this is how you dressed for rehearsals, he wanted to be present for all of them. Still looking down at the floor, bashfully smiling, you can feel your body heating up, an effect of Miguel’s eyes trailing all over you. You feel naked and like your under a magnifying glass.

He quickly had to refocus himself, almost forgetting he was there when he hears the director call his name.

Once Miguel gives his few words, your director sends you all back to rehearse. Miguel takes a seat amongst the ocean of velvet chairs. He can afford to spend an hour or two to observe. He was the CEO of his company, anyways. He was his own boss. He could do whatever he wanted.

Now you were getting nervous. Had you known he’d be sitting in and watching, you would’ve tried a little harder on your outfit and makeup.

You try to disguise your timidity as tunnel-vision focus as you finish stretching for the day, your eyes maintaining an inward gaze. As a little treat, you decide to show off a bit. A small, spontaneous burst of boldness, if you will. You get into your splits, leaning your head back and lifting your back foot, so that they meet in the middle. You do the same for the other side. Next, you hit your middle split, chin on the floor and all. And last but certainly not least, you stand on your feet, and while balancing on one foot, you lift the other so that your knee meets your chest, and extending it into a beautiful leg extension hold.

You do all this and act as if Miguel isn’t right there, practically drooling. It was like you were putting on a little show for him.

You lil minx.

And it succeeds it’s job, too. Seeing how bendable and supple you were, Miguel is literally losing his mind, going rock hard in his pants. Good to know he could bend you into a pretzel as he bullies his cock into your luscious cunt. Thank God he decided to sit a few rows back because surely someone would’ve noticed the tent forming on his thigh.

After finishing your stretch, you stole a quick glance his direction, averting your gaze just as hastily. He had that same cold stare that he had when walking in. He was a bit hard to read, but the hopeless romantic in you wanted to keep trying to get his attention without having to outwardly ask for it. You had hoped that those smiles he had given you last night and this morning were something more than just friendly.

“Alright, guys, gals, n’ everyone in between, let’s take it from Act I, scene 3, please. The blocking for that was iffy last night, I just want to go over it and drill it real quick.”

Just your luck. The starring man of your sexual fantasies shows up to your place of work and the first thing you’re asked to do is your solo. Just great.

He was here last night watching you, you can perform in front of him again. Not that deep.

You’ve literally been performing for almost 7 years now, you should be over that “stage fright” phase by now. At least you thought you did until this fine ass man showed up. Now you were shaking like a leaf. You swallow your doubts down, taking front and center. You can’t see it due to the intensity of the stage lights drowning everything out, but Miguel smirks as he sees you take your place, his crimson eyes not looking at you but looking into you. If it was up to him, the whole show would just be you.

The accompanist starts the song. You take a breath, and you just let go.

Like always, your voice is divine. The vibrato fills the room, your dynamics are bewitching, and your tone provides tranquility. You really were an angel up there. Miguel relaxes in his seat, his face muscles unwinding from how peaceful your voice sounds. He honestly could listen to you all day. He closes his eyes, creating a scenario of you and him in his home. He’s imagining you singing just like this, but with Gabriella in your arms, who is falling asleep peacefully. He smiles at the thought as he takes in your angelic voice. He’s startled by an eruption of applause and hollering. That’ll be your cast mates cheering you on for your performance, meaning your song was over. Miguel begins clapping as well.

“Good girl, y/L/n! As for Soraya, Vincent, and Mira, y’all’s port de bras were still a bit off-“, the director continues giving notes to your other costars as you break from the rest of the group, going on a water break. As you take a sip, you take a look over at Miguel, who happened to also be looking at you at the same time, so you immediately look away.

Go say something, idiota! (Idiot) You yell at yourself in your head. You should! The man has been eyeing you since he walked in here. He won’t you!!!

Stop acting like a child and say hi. You’re literally just gonna say hi. That’s all. Can’t possibly mess that up.

You’re already walking in his direction, rehearsing the different potential opening lines over and over again in your head.

Miguel sees you walking toward him in his peripheral, and he mentally celebrates. To be honest, he had actually planned on coming to you first, but he was just waiting until you weren’t busy with rehearsal. He’d hate to interrupt your work, but with you coming over, he wasn’t gonna protest.

The sooner, the better.

As you near his vicinity, your heart beat quickens. You hated initiating conversation. 99% of the time, you didn’t even know if what you were saying made sense, but you felt like you had to say something, even if it was a simple ‘thank you’ for his generosity toward the show and the house.

He sees you approaching him, offering you a warm smile as he sits back on his seat. You accidentally look down and see the way his jeans strain around his thick thighs and his still very obvious excitement, and Miguel catches this, quickly covering his hard dick by crossing his legs.

Dirty girl. You’re not as innocent as you look.

You immediately look back up and you’re now standing in front of him.

Act like you’re normal, Puta! (Bitch)

You push any and all anxiety downwards in your body and give him a cheesy smile best described as one that customer service workers give. It doesn’t matter that you were terrified of socializing, it’s time to put those acting skills to work and portray the most sociable person possible.

“Hi! Gabriella’s father, right?”

Miguel stands from his seat with a smile, dwarfing you when he does. “Yea, that’s me! Last night, she couldn’t stop talking about the show or about you. You made her night. It was a struggle getting her to fall asleep, actually.” He ends with a chuckle. It was such a simple gesture, but it was one that could’ve made you fold like a beach chair. You chuckle as well, your hands slightly shaking from the possibility of stuttering or stumbling on your words like you normally did when nervous. English wasn’t your first or strongest language.

Which, if you did, Miguel would’ve thought it was incredibly adorable.

“Aw, I’m glad she enjoyed it! As for bedtime, I guess I’ll take the blame, sorry for that!” You finish with a giggle, your voice as sweet as sugar. When talking to someone new, you always had that Disney princess voice. You don’t why, it’s just a habit. Miguel finds it cute, your breathiness and sweetness going straight to his cock, so that’s a plus.

“No, please, no need to apologize, really. Seeing her like that makes me happy. Thank you for that, and… for saying all those things about ‘following her dreams’. You know, I’m always telling her she could be whatever she wants, but it’s different when you hear it from someone else, someone you idolize. It also means a lot to her to see someone who looks like her on the stage, so… thank you for doing that for my daughter.”

He speaks so gently with you, a completely different tone from what he had used earlier this morning when speaking to the cast and director (and at his work, but you didn’t know that). You’re having to listen with even more intention than normal since if you don’t, you might get lost in those kissable lips of his. It was starting to get annoying. How dare he have those plump lips and you can’t kiss’em.

“Awe, oh my goodness, it’s my pleasure. That’s why I do what I do!” You say with a wide smile, which softens when you meet his gaze. You can feel yourself begin to calm down around Miguel.

“Well, now it’s my turn to thank you. I just wanted to let you know how appreciative I am. I know I can speak on behalf of the cast and crew and say that… we’re all extremely thankful of your generosity. It means a lot to us.” You fiddle with you fingers a bit as you speak, your eyes occasionally meeting the mahogany of his gaze before shying away again.

Miguel’s face softens at your gratitude and your evident shyness. Now he’s the one looking down with a giddy smile. His smile alone made your pussy quiver. Something’s meowing down there.

“You’re very welcome. After last night’s performance, I had to get involved. Besides…” he took a step closer, prompting you to look up at him, your smile faltering as your nerves fired up again. He was looking down at you, those broad shoulders practically casting a shadow over you, with that intense glare again, like you were forbidden fruit. You looked nervous with those innocent doe eyes, but on the inside, you’d never been more aroused in your life.

“I had to repay you somehow.” He says with a rather husky tone. You can only achieve a meek smile, your thoughts running with the multiple ways you wanted to be held by this man. With how low and gravel his voice sounded, something within you was unleashed; something that you’ve never experienced before. You could feel a flipping sensation in your stomach. You could’ve sworn your cunt was throbbing. You’ll have to change your thong for sure after this.

“I, um- well- thank you!” Is all you get out. Your mouth felt dry.

Muy bien trabajo, pendeja (Very good work, stupid).

“Well… sorry, I should probably get back to work“, you stutter. “Oh, of course, please, no need to say sorry. I should be the one apologizing for keeping you from rehearsing, sweetie.” He says, his hand grazing your side, making that area of your body tingle. Oh, your knees almost gave out. You had to escape the scene immediately or else you’ll burst right then and there.

You’re almost turning to walk away, giving him a small wave when his hand reaches for it.

“Encantada, y/n (nice to meet you) .” He says, the breath of his voice tickling your hand before planting a soft kiss. He pulls away with a small smack. The way his eyes peer from under his lashes as he holds your hand for a moment is making you melt. He stands straight again so that he could go back to his seat, and you return to the rehearsal.

“Egualmente, Mr. O’Hara.” (Likewise)

You’re gonna need new panties.

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As the days go by, Miguel starts showing up to rehearsals more and more. The two of you had this unspoken routine; the occasional glances you’d steal of one another, the ‘accidental’ brushing of hands, etc. As a matter of fact, you two have formed a bond, having short conversations here and there during breaks and intermissions. Miguel had become interested in your background, how you got into this industry, what training was like, and sooner or later, he’d start asking more personal questions. Questions like how’d you grow up, what you do outside of theater, etc. You were really glad to be able to connect over being Latin, sharing one another’s experiences that were unique to being Hispanic.

Yes, you were glad, but you were also a bit disappointed. You’d started forming a major crush on the older man, and it didn’t help that every night you came home, you’d lay in bed and fuck yourself with your fingers wishing it was his much thicker ones. If he hasn’t made a move at this point, surely it meant this was all he saw you as. A friend. You were being antsy, though. It’s only been, like, a week since he’s become the patron. You were over thinking again.

Miguel was just as happy to have gotten to know you. With each conversation he had with you, he was just falling deeper and harder. He had you right where he wanted you. It was only a matter of time before he asks you out. His patience was wearing thin, though, as he fucked into his hand each night pretending it was you. He’d call out your name, imagining how tight and warm that cute pussy of yours would be. He often wondered if you tasted as sweet as your personality. His dick leaks with precum just at the thought of it. He just had one more thing up his sleeve…

One afternoon, the show was cancelled due to technical difficulties, so you decided to rehearse in the studio backstage. You were practicing your solo, playing on the piano as you accompany yourself.

Being deep in your own mind, you didn’t realize that someone had walked in on you during the second verse, the tall figure leaning against the door frame as they watch. When you were finished singing your song, you hear clapping that scares the living daylight out of you.

“Oh!” You instantly jump up onto your feet, startled.

“Ay, perdoname (oh, forgive me), I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles with his hands raised in surrender.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, a small laugh falling from your lips as you do, “oh, it’s alright, don’t worry. I was just practicing.” You say, a shade of pink beginning to form on your cheeks. Miguel walks over to you, leaning on the other side of the piano. He wears a suit and tie, muscles bulging out of his shirt and pants, and his hair neatly slicked back. It takes everything to not reach out and touch them. He’s doing this on purpose. It’s not fair.

“I was dropping off another check to the directors and chatting with them for a bit just now, then I heard the most beautiful sound from backstage as I was leaving, so I had to investigate.” Miguel shoots you a knowing smirk, the ones that always made your knees buckle. You giggled, looking down again as to avert you blush from his gaze. “Oh, you’re just saying that.”

“I’m serious, y/n. You’re extremely talented. I’ve actually been meaning to ask you…”, he rubs the back of his neck.

Oh god, this is it. This is the moment.

“… if you give lessons?”

Wait, what?

“Como?” (What?)

“Well, you’re obviously multitalented and have an extraordinary gift, and I was wondering if maybe you’d give lessons to Gabriella, if you’ll have her?” You only look at him blankly, trying to process his words.

“I’d pay you, of course. Name your price, anything. You would come over and teach her. She’s been dying to learn and I was hoping to give this to her as her birthday present coming up.”

You cleared your throat. This was not what you were expecting.

“I-I don’t really teach… um… H-however,” you looked at Miguel’s eyes, and they were almost pleading you to take this offer. Gabriella seemed like an adorable little girl as well. Before you could finish your response, Miguel adds, “And just to make sure you have time for the lessons, I’ll pay you way more than what the diner is paying you right now, so you could leave that job if you’re comfortable with that.” This offer is sounding even more enticing.

You giggle at his eagerness. “Well, what I was going to say was, it’d be an honor. Gabriella seems like a total angel, and I’d love to teach her.” Miguel smiles warmly at your acceptance. “muchas gracias, y/n. I really appreciate this. Now, let’s talk business-“

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly name a price, I-I would even do it for free-“ Miguel waves his hands at you, brows furrowed, “Absolutely not. I wanna give you what you deserve. Name your price.” You think hard for a moment. You think back to your older friends who’ve been teaching young children for years and what prices they charged. You hated asking people for money. You hesitantly propose a starting price. “Seeeventy?” Miguel raised his eyebrow at this. “Is that for a one hour lesson?” “Claro (of course), I’d be teaching her one hour of piano once a week.” Miguel chuckles at this which confuses you. You’re so cute. So innocent.

“Alright, sweetie, let’s take that seventy and triple it, because I’d like for you to come in three times a week. One for piano. One for dance. One for voice. Let’s call it $600 per week.” Now you were the one chuckling. “Mira (look), I’m no mathematician, but last I checked, seventy times three does not equal 600.” He shrugs. “I might’ve rounded up a bit.” You shot him a concerned and confused look. “Look, sweetheart, I can afford it. Let me give this to you, por favor?” You felt bad. You didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he seemed like he really wanted to give this to you for whatever reason. Maybe since you’ve been a good friend?

“Wow, Mr. O’Hara-“ “Please. Miguel.”

“Well, Miguel, this is extremely generous of you. I-I don’t know what to say.” “Just say you’ll accept.” He says with a soft smile, his hand out for you to shake. You look down at it. You gently reach out, his hand taking yours and it feeling severely small in his. You both shake hands when you almost get lost in each others eyes. His hand feels so warm.

It’d look better around my neck.

You feel his thumb softly rub a circle on your hand. You both kinda wanna stay here, but you end up shying away, clearing your throat, “well, I look forward to coming in…?” “Tomorrow. Are you available tomorrow?” “Sure!” “Awesome. Here, add your number.” He says, giving you his phone. As you excitedly add your number, you both bask in this newfound partnership.

“Great. I should be getting back to the lab now, there’s this important project I should be overseeing.” “Oh, please! Go!,” you say, shooing him away, “Break a leg!” You use theater talk, which Miguel has been getting a hang of. He lets out a small laugh as he leaves. “Gracias, hermosa (thank you, beautiful),” he winks at you.

You blush at the sudden nickname and flirtatious gesture. The way his low, stern voice calls you little pet names creates a pool in your panties. You give him a small wave as you watch him leave. Your eyes never fail to fall on his irresistible tight butt. It should be a crime for a man to look this good.

Miguel leaves the theater feeling like a total champ. Everything is going along just like he hoped they would with you. Now he was gonna see how you were with Gabriella.

Then he’ll make his move.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! I promise, there’ll be toe-curling smut in the next chapter<3 Imma make it up to y’all<3

Hope u liked it. Until the next chapter, mwah <3

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Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #5

pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader

summary: EVEN MORE adventures of Chris taking on one of his best roles yet, a father

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Dad!Chris Gets hella jealous at the game

(Y/n's P.O.V)

The loving cool spring air was refreshing especially while watching my 5 (and 3/4, it counts) year old run after the ball with all his might, his tiny legs carrying him from one end of the pitch to the other. Leo was definitely a little ball of joy, his excited laughs and shouts being 'awed' by the other moms on the team. All of us standing per usual at the fence closest to the pitch, cameras out constantly at the ready.

The dads had made it their thing to bring camping chairs and just sit back a bit behind us. Usually bringing juice boxes or bottles of water to the game, with the occasional barbecue going on. I sighed feeling a slight kick to my stomach, baby girl always gets active when we’re at football, almost as if she’s here to support her big brother. I rubbed over the soft cotton fabric of my white maternity dress, thumps following my hands wherever they went.

“Ya alright Y/n, you look like you’re boutta pop” Janice commented looking at me with a smile on her face, she had become one of my closest friends ever since our sons started playing for the same soccer team.

“I know right? But i’m only 8 months along, so 1 more to go, hopefully she doesn’t come too early”

(Chris' P.O.V)

Sitting in my camping chair I couldn’t help admire my wife standing a few metres in front of me, her hair flowing freely, her face glowing and her hand cupping the bottom of her bump. God she just looks ethereal right now.

She turned her head back round to me, only for me to send her a wink causing her face to go all red and blushy.

“Hey Chris man, not to burst your bubble or anythin' but that guy from the other team keeps eyein' up Y/n”

Anthony whispered, his head indirectly nodding towards a random dad from the opposing team. His eyes very obviously trained onto my wife, his buddies slapping his back laughing as they waved their hands to imitate slapping someones ass.

“The fahk?” I whispered, Y/n oblivious to what was going on decided to walk back towards me, with her famous penguin waddle. A gorgeous smile gracing her lips as I offered her my water bottle without a word.

Spreading my legs a bit I patted my thigh,

“C'mon babe, sit right here. Know baby bub has got you all tired out”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Looking at my husband’s handsome ass face, how could I even say no? Sitting down onto his lap I leant back into his chest, Chris now taking off his baseball cap to put it onto my head, the smell of his woody cologne overtaking my senses in the best way possible.

“Leo is playin so well out there baby, he’s definitely our kid” I joked leaning my head onto Chris' shoulder, my eyes closing peacefully

(Chris’ P.O.V)

“Oh baby he’s an Evans, course he’s talented” I laughed rubbing my hand up and down her back, feeling her physically relax into my touch.

Turning over to look at the random dad from earlier, I now could see him stealing multiple glances, clearly not happy at what he was having to see. Smiling fake at him, I watched him scoff and shake his head before facing the pitch again. Damn I knew my wife was beautiful but I did not sign up for this.

“What a bastard”

“What was that Chrissy?”

“Nothin babe, you just relax yeah?”

A few seconds later the referee blew her whistle signifying the end of the match, all the kids screaming and rushing to their parents. I watched out for Leo, his vibrant red soccer uniform coming closer towards us. His wild tufts of hair and big eyes became more visible, his toothy smile brightening up everything else around him

“DADDY DID YA SEE ME KICK THE BALL” He said excitedly, his arms waving about the place trying to show the way he kicked the ball about.

“Ya kiddin? Of course I did. You scored the first goal like the Evans you are” I said scoffing at his statement, feeling Y/n shift slightly in my arms, a small smile on her face as she ruffled Leo's hair and brought him into her arms between my legs. All of us now embracing lazily in this camp chair.

- Chris' little girl is growing up

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Dada I wanna mawry Peter pan” I heard my daughter Eleanore swoon, her eyes glued to the T.V as the red headed cartoon flew about on the screen. Her giggles making me smile as she cuddled into Chris' chest, his lips pursing as he looked on disapprovingly.

“No boyfriends till you’re 40” He said coldly, Eleanore instantly whining and jumping out of his arms, walking towards me on the other sofa, cuddling into my chest hiding her face

“Wha- hey baby, you really gonna leave daddy over here without his baby?” Chris whined jokingly, clutching his heart dramatically dying.

“Mama I can mawry Peter pan right?” She asked looking up at me with her doe eyes, gosh how could I say no to them. Nodding at her I smoothed down her crazy hair, seeing Chris shake his head laughing in the background

“See dada, mama said I can”

She replied sassily blowing a raspberry towards Chris, her face instantly falling when Chris stuck his tongue out to fake die, Eleanore clambering to get off the sofa and run to her daddy.

“Dada wake up, me no wanna mawry Peter anymore” She whimpered cupping his face with her small hands, Chris opening one eye “really?”

“Mhm I stay wif you and mama forever” She said latching on around his neck, Chris chuckling picking her up and turning off the T.V,

“Hey where you going with our daughter?”

“She deserves a cookie after that answer bub”

- Daddy duty calls

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“babe where’s Elliana” I heard Chris ask coming out to the back yard, where I sat with my juice and new novel. The beautiful summer sun casting down enough warmth that I was able to wear a sports bra and shorts.

“Our baby is over there” I laughed nodding to the other side of the porch where Elliana's baby mat was.

It was too warm today so all she had on was a diaper, something she took advantage of, so she was wreaking havoc everywhere she went knowing she had nothing to get dirty.

I looked over to see her using Dodger as a back rest as she leant on him, holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Chris’

“Aww pumpkin are you relaxin with Dodger and momma?” Chris asked sweetly sitting down beside them on the soft play mat, our soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Dodger and decided to collapse onto Chris' lap.

“Baba?” Elliana asked holding up her now empty bottle, her eyes widened naturally with a small pout on her lips.

“N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Chris scoffed setting Elliana back down by Dodger, heading inside along with her now empty bottle. A small laugh leaving me at my daughter's antics.

“Oh baby you are so smart, got daddy wrapped round your lil finger” I cooed getting up and picking up Elliana, her arms holding onto me as I put her onto my hip.

“You wanna sit with mama?” I asked watching her nod, her attention clearly on all the birds currently singing away on the trees in our yard. Her curious eyes darting all over the place as I sat her down beside me on the swinging porch bench, her body leaning onto mine as the both of us were basically laying down.

“One baba per request” Chris sighed coming out to hand Elliana her bottle, his hands resting on his hips watching her take her first sip.

“Is that good enough for you little lady?”

“Mhm baba dada” Elliana said passing her bottle back to her daddy, Chris then scooped up the little thing and put her to lay in his arms; his hands holding up the bottle for her as she drank away. Her little hands holding onto Chris' fingers,

“She really has me wrapped around her finger doesn’t she” Chris whispered out, Elliana's eyes slowly lidding closed

“Mhm she has Dodger the same way too, she’s a clever little girl. Gets it from me of course” I laughed brushing my hand through my husband’s hair, his head leaning on my shoulder, Elliana peacefully asleep in his arms despite it only being 2pm.

- Stepdad Chris comes to the rescue

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Today was the first day of the fall fair, so as tradition our little family was going to its opening. With little 6 month James strapped to my chest, we walked around the fair filled with rides, food and kids. My 6 year old Leanne held onto my hands shyly, she was exactly like me, introverted to the core.

My husband Chris on the other hand musta been on a sugar high, buzzing about the fair like a kid at a toy store.

I met Chris a few years ago when he came into the hospital I worked at, and it just went on from there. Leanne was 2 at the time so she basically grew up around him, her biological father not being in the picture. Although I did know she struggled a bit when we decided to relocate to Boston, something Chris and I had discussed for a while.

“Ya aright baby?” I asked swinging Leanne and I's hands back and forth, slowly following Chris when he moved from stall to stall.

“Mhm i’m ok mommy” Her quiet voice said, a small smile resting on my face as she squeezed onto my hand tighter. Chris finally stopped at a darts table, a selection of ginormous toys surround and hanging on the table, Leanne's eyes sparkling at them making me giggle.

“What about this one hey?” Chris asked looking at us

“I wanna big monkey daddy” Leanne said pointing up at the huge pink fluffy gorilla hanging by the other prizes, this was one of the few times she’d ever asked Chris for anything; any other time he’d just get it for her without her even asking.

“Alright baby, daddy’s gonna get it for ya” He said handing over money to the attendant, grasping the darts tightly and hitting every single balloon perfectly, looks like his practice at home really came in handy.

“That pink gorilla please” Chris said smiling smugly, watching on as the man took it down and handed it straight to Leanne, the massive thing was practically double her size.

(2 Weeks Later)

“Babe we gotta get her back on pillows” Chris whispered as we peeked into Leanne's room, she has started to use the gorilla as a portable bed. Over the week she had also put on a captain America shirt on it, a secret between us is that this is her way of keeping Chris around even when he is away.

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[matchingbatbites]

Part 1

Steve visits Eddie often. He loves being around the other man, loves how kind Eddie is, how funny he is for someone who rules the dead. He seems to love making Steve laugh and is always cracking jokes that send the goddess into giggles.

Honestly, Steve spends more time than he should in the Underworld, but Eddie has so many duties to tend to, it makes more sense for Steve to come to him than the other way around.

It’s nearly a year since he met Eddie that his joy is brought to an end. Steve is summoned to Olympus, is told that his visits are sending the world into chaos.

He didn’t know that traveling to the Underworld would cut the human world off from his magic, that the plants that bloomed with his presence would die off when the connection is severed.

Zeus bans him from visiting Hades, and Steve ignores the smug look on Ares’ face, the pitying looks from Hera and Aphrodite. Not all of the gods are here to witness his humiliation, but there are enough to make him flush with shame, to have him leaving as soon as he's able to.

Aphrodite catches him before he gets too far, her hair and robes both immaculate even as tears stream down her face. “Ares told them where you were going. I tried to stop him, but he’s… bitter. Jealous.”

She takes his hand, holds it between her own. “I can tell that your feelings are true, and that Hades feels the same for you. I wish I could help you, Persephone. You both deserve happiness.”

And like a stroke of lightning, Steve knows what must be done.

He thanks her and leaves Olympus, finds the nearest gate and descends into the Underworld. Cerberus is given three loving pets as Steve passes by, heading to the garden behind Eddie’s home.

The plants have been thriving thanks to Steve’s frequent visits, the flowers are in full bloom and the plants that can fruit are full and heavy with produce. He plucks a pomegranate from its branch, and stares at it as he remembers.

The goddess had found Eddie eating one on his third or fourth visit, and the older had stopped him when he’d gone to grab a few of the seeds for himself.

“You can’t eat anything grown in this realm. You’ll be stuck here if you do.”

Eddie had looked almost sad as he’d said it, and Steve had tipped his head to the side.

“Are you saying you don’t want me around?”

“No! I mean, I would-” Eddie stopped himself, took a breath. “You don’t belong down here. This place is far too dark, too bleak. It doesn’t deserve you.”

And Steve could read between the lines, could hear what Eddie wasn’t saying. He had ignored it at the time, let Eddie be right, but now? Now Steve knows that Eddie is the only one who deserves him.

Call him selfish, but no one has ever treated Steve the way Eddie does, has cared for him so, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in the Underworld, side by side with the man he loves.

He tears open the pomegranate as a voice comes from the house.

“Steve? I didn’t realize you were here.”

Steve turns to face him, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s hands, dripping with red as he holds the fruit in his hands. His face pales and his eyes jump back to Steve’s.

“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a cautious step forward.

“Do you love me?” Steve asks in return. Just seeing Eddie has firmed his decision, and he stands, unwavering as he watches the other man pause at the question.

“I do. More than anything.” Eddie seems nervous, but his voice is steady, and Steve knows he's telling the truth.

“If I asked it, would you let me stay? Let me stand by your side for the rest of time itself?”

Eddie steps closer, now in arms reach. “I would. I would not turn you away, even if it meant my life.”

Steve’s eyes don’t waver from Eddie’s as he scrapes a handful of seeds from the fruit and shoves them in his mouth.

The juice is tart at first, but is followed by a delicious sweetness, something that reminds Steve of Eddie himself, and as he swallows, Steve can feel the shift within him.

Hands grab his face and the fruit falls to the ground as Steve grabs Eddie in return, both meeting in a desperate kiss. Magic flows between them, invisible threads tying them together in a bond so concrete, even the Fates themselves could not cut them.

They pull back after a moment, and Steve’s eyes drop to the red smear across Eddie’s mouth, something that is surely mirrored across his own.

“My wonderful little goddess,” Eddie mutters, awestruck as he places another kiss to Steve’s lips, more tender than the last.

“You're stuck with me now,” the goddess responds, sending them both into giggles, and yeah. It feels good to be selfish.

(Later, Steve will cut a deal with the rest of the gods. He will come back for half a year at a time and tend to his duties, leaving his beloved twin Demeter in charge while he’s gone, in exchange for Zeus’ blessing to have children. Zeus will have no choice but to agree.)

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Tagging @stardustonpages because they respectfully asked for more <3

#Im not specifying other gods but i did have characters in mind while writing them #The only thing ill confirm is that Robin is Demeter #Dustin is Zagreus and Max is Melinoe #I’m not joking when I say I think they grow them in the garden in the Underworld #They just grow two babies like plants and they’re fucking cherished #They come into the world screaming and covered in dirt #and Hades and Persephone experience love at first sight all over again but different #hades and persephone au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #joey writes #listen i know i posted the first part yesterday #but yall #the muses have me tight in their grip #ficlet

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Seijoh’s Manager:

Confessing to Shinji Watari

Shinji Watari featuring Seijoh x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing (?), fluff

AN: this is a request from 🦢 anon! I changed it up a little to confessing instead of dating 😌 I hope this is acceptable!

Liberos are so underrated in HQ

There I said it, don’t come for me 🤚🏻

And just look at this cutie!!

The man who inspired Noya to learn to jump set from the back row

Honestly the G.O.A.T.

Also, he just oozes respect juice

He has so much respect for his upperclassmen and I know he drinks women respect juice like water!

Anyways, Seijoh had been thinking of getting a manager since FINALLY Oikawa would be retiring from the team 🙄

As much as an asset he was, he was the #1 reason they couldn’t have nice things

Needless to say, the second and first years were hard at work, scouring far and wide for a manager

Now, you knew of Seijoh’s infamous volleyball team

You also knew of loserkawa because all of your friends had crushes on him

Seriously… y tho?

But not you, you didn’t really find Oikawa to be your type

Instead you found interest in someone else 👀

A certain short haired, blue eyed angel

You were in a few classes with Shinji and knew he was on the volleyball team

But he honestly never seemed to notice you

He was pretty popular and he talked with everyone

But you ☹️

It honestly kind of hurt your feelings

But you see, the reason he wasn’t talking to you wasn’t because he didn’t like you

Oh no no no

In fact, it was the opposite

Man had the BIGGEST crush on you!

Literally, he watched you from afar way more times than he’d care to admit

You were so cute and fun

He adored your smile and how friendly you were to everyone

So when Seijoh found themselves in need of a manager…

Well let’s just say that a certain SOMEONE noticed your mutual pinning with Watari

A certain replacement setter 🙃 who was kind of annoying but like also way less annoying than Oikawa

Yahaba thought you would be the perfect addition to Seijoh’s team

You were smart, calm, fun and most importantly, cute 🥰

Which is why he asked you to be Seijohs’s manager, right in front of Watari

Man’s knew what he was doing

“Hey YN!” Yahaba shouted as Watari watched, confused as Yahaba ran up to you, “I was wondering if you’d be interested in being Seijoh’s manager?”

You looked at Yahaba and then your eyes drifted to Watari, who looked heckin mad that Yahaba was even talking to you

“Umm well I umm don’t know much about volleyball,” you shyly said

“Let me ask you, do you have a crush on Oikawa?” Yahaba asked as Watari glared at him from behind and you gasped

“WHAT NO!” You shouted

“Ok then you need no prior experience! Watari will walk you to practice tonight! See you there Yn!” Yahaba said running away quickly

Please he thinks he’s SO smooth 😅

Watari and you rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

After class, Watari nervously awaits you

You come out, smiling shyly as he greets you, walking you to the gym

“I’m glad you agreed to be our manager Yn,” he said, blushing

You practically die because he’s so freaking cute 😩

In the gym, you are greeted by Yahaba, Kyotani, Kindaichi and Kunimi

They are all extremely respectful and so happy your here

But then you hear it

The voice to break all sound barriers

Because guess who’s still on the team 🙄

“Oh my goodness is that Yn-Chan!” Oikawa screeches

The younger guys 👉🏻😐 please don’t leave us Yn we promise he’s leaving

“Hello annoying-kawa,” you responded

Please the rest of the guys are so freaking happy 😌

Despite the setback of having to deal with Oiks, you decide to take the manager position

Mostly because you get to be close to your crush 😻

You come to live and adore your team

Yahaba turns out to be a solid leader

Kyotani is quiet but super respectful

Kindaichi and Kunimi are both just happy you exist

And Watari, well he’s flustered like 98% of the time

You look so pretty in your managers uniform 🥹

You are super helpful to all the guys and always there when they need you

Watari has gotten more comfortable talking with you and vice versa

He helps you with water bottles and hanging nets

He helps you learn the game, rules and each position

Heck he even walks you home at night 🥰

Literally the sweetest boy

You’ve done well handling Oikawa

It’s the last few months before the third years finally leave so thankfully, only a little bit more time Yn 🙌🏻

Oikawa is always Oikawa meaning he loves attention

And Watari really gets annoying by this

He respects Oikawa but Oikawa is pushing it at this point

And both Yahaba and Kyotani notice his shift 👀

One night, when the second tears are tearing down the gym, Yahaba decides to bring it up

“When are you gonna confess to Yn?” He says as Watari stops and looks at him

Please his face turns bright red

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Watari responds

Yahaba 👉🏻mmhmm 😐😑

“It’s pretty obvious you like Yn,” Kyotani adds

Jesus does everyone know?!?

“She’s not interested in me, why would she be?” Watari responds as he finishes gathering the balls

Apparently all boys are oblivious because you are definitely interested Yn

And thankfully, we have an embarrassing Oikawa moment to make that VERY clear

“Yoo-hoo YN Chan!” An agitating grating voice fills the gym

You 👉🏻😐🙄 yes Oikawa

The entire team is gearing up for a practice match

Watari is helping you set up chairs as well as fill water bottles

“You know, I’m retiring soon and I think it’s time you grant your setter a date,” Oikawa chimes

Oof Watari is PISSED 😅

But you, our calm queen, remain neutral

“But I don’t even like you Oikawa,” you say as everyone dies of laughter

“Shittykawa leave Yn alone!” Iwa shouts as Mattsun and Makki back him up

“YN come on! How often is it that you get to go on a date with someone like me?!?” Oikawa shouts

“Sorry Oikawa but I like someone else,” you say as Oikawa reels

Watari deflated a little because of course you like someone else, you are gorgeous and smart and funny

What guy wouldn’t want to date you?!?

“Someone better than me Yn?!?” Oikawa continues

“Miles better,” you respond

“Who?!” Oikawa asks

“Shittykawa I swear to god- if you don’t leave Yn alone!” Iwa says before you interrupt

“I like Shinji,” you say, smiling at him and walking away

Watari 👉🏻😐😳😀 whet-

Yahaba and Kyotani 👉🏻😮😮

Mattsun and Makki 👉🏻😳

Oikawa 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Wait a second, you like Watari?!?” Oikawa screams

You 👉🏻😐 that’s what I said-

Please Yn, Watari is too stunned to speech

Watari.exe has stopped functioning

Thankfully Yahaba is there to help 😌

“You idiot! Confess!” He yells at the Libero

“I LIKE YOU TOO YN!” Watari screams

Talk about an awkward gym experience imma right 😅

“Well than settles it!” Yahaba says as he continues to get the gym ready

Please everyone’s like, “we really just gonna move on from this huh?”

You smile at Watari as he walks over to you and grabs your hands

“YN, would you go out with me?” He asks

Me rn 👉🏻🥹🥹🥹 you better say yes YN istg-

“Of course I will!” You say, kissing his cheek as he blushes

Everyone 👉🏻🥹🤧

Oikawa 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ what the hell?!?

“Shittykawa I warned you!” Iwa shouts before belting Oiks in the back of the head with a volleyball

But you and Watari pay no mind 🥰

#haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu x you #haikyuu #haikyu #seijoh #seijoh x reader #aoba johsai #hq Seijoh #hq aoba johsai #watari shinji #Watari Shinji x reader #Watari Shinji x female reader #female reader #x female reader #Watari Shinji x yn #Watari Shinji x you #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kunimi akira #kindaichi yūtarō #yahaba shigeru #kyotani kentaro #Seijoh hcs #haikyu seijoh #hq watari #hq oikawa

[princessmadafu]

Eagerly awaiting Spare 2: The Chamber Pot of Secrets

Now that the media furore has died down a bit and we've all had time to think, what can we say about the Spare?

Well, first of all, I'd say Harry has been set up.

Again.

And he's too dim to see it, because he's being told (by someone in particular and probably a few other hangers-on as well) that "his truth" is important. And he believes it. Harry's "truth" has been filtered by money-grubbing bottom-feeders, and now H prefers to believe that "their truth" is "his truth"; that they love him more than anyone else; and they know what's best for him.

So:

(1) Harry can't distinguish his truth from reality. We've known this for a while, but so many new *facts* coming out... it's really taking the pee-pee. "Harry's Truth" isn't the same as facts. A fact is a piece of information that can be proven to be true; it stands up to rigorous scrutiny, especially by rigorous professional fact-checkers, who quickly noted that bit about the XBox, of which I freely admit I know nothing, but even I managed to check it out on the internet in about ten seconds. Did nobody fact-check Spare? Oooh, apparently not. Why not? And King Henry VI... And the Queen Mum's death... and the rest of it. Which leads us on to:

(2) Harry took (and is possibly still taking) Class A drugs and assorted forms of happy-juice, even to the point of stoking himself up on the wife's gas as she prepared for labour, which is despicable. He's such a feminist he took her meds for her!!! A**hole. I gave birth three times (homebirths, without meds; Princess Madafu wasn't around at the time so I did the painful "manly" work of squeezing babies out of my bum all by myself...) and I just want to deck Harold for interfering with his wife's meds. But drug use messes up your brain, Harry. So do grubby compliant therapists, by the way, who are rubbing their hands in glee at all the $$$ you hand over - they're on to a good deal and it's not in their financial interests to sort you out by Month 6 of Therapy when they can trick you into Year 6 of Therapy... or Year 16... or Year 26...

(3) He's envious of William and Catherine. This shines through. His older brother married the love of his life, a woman who has devoted herself to her man and the RF and between them they've produced three gorgeous well-grounded little ones and a firm base on which to take the RF forward. The Prince and Princess of Wales have learned from the mistakes of the unfortunate previous generation of royals, whereas Harry is now an "Oh dear" in the footnotes of the monarchy. And this leads us on to:  

(4) Harry has no respect for Charles and Camilla. The Queen Consort is and always has been Charles's lighthouse and security from the storms of public life. Charles should never have been pushed into marrying the naive teenager Diana, but that's how it was back then - that's how history works! Charles was expected to marry a blushing virgin bride he hardly knew. Harry, aren't you glad you were allowed to marry a several-times-up-the-maypole divorcee? You learn from history, right, so that you don't repeat the same mistakes. Of course that involves being aware of history, which Harold isn't; he's only aware of how time healed his frostbitten todger and saved it for someone who could use it to her advantage. Over-sharing, Harry! Please shut up! Nobody wants to know! And then there's:

(5) Harry has no respect for the British Public. Or the Commonwealth. Or the army. Even enemy soldiers have families; mothers, fathers, wives, children - they are not chess pieces to be removed. Personal remembrance: my Gt-grandma's brother was KIA in 1916; my Gt-grandad served in the same war but never spoke about it; my Grandad served in WW2, never spoke about it - he showed me his medals, once. Once. Once only. The only things I remember him saying about the war were the "safe" bits - that he spent some of it in Canada training Canadian troops and got to see Niagara Falls, and mailed all his chocolate rations back to his wife and infant son. My late brother in law served in the Coldstream Guards, never spoke a word about how many men he'd had to shoot; he took all that to his early and leg-amputated death. What happens in the army stays in the army, Harold; it's not for personal validation.

(6) He hates the British Media. Supposedly because his mother was killed by paps (in France; not British paps) when the world knows she died because she wasn't wearing a seat-belt in a car that crashed at speed driven by a DUI driver. Oh and he also hates the British Media because Meghan is Diana.2 and... wait, what? No she isn't. She wants him to believe she's Diana.2. If it's not drugs doing his head in it's Megadiana. How many paps have tried to run Catherine off the road in a tunnel in Paris? How many paps have tried to take topless pictures of her - ooh, there was one, but it wasn't in Britain, I'm pretty sure it was in France and the magazine was sued for it, so not in Britain then. Not British Media. Not British paps. And let's not forget that Diana was more than capable of manipulating the pap shoots she wanted... remind you of anybody?

(7) He still has mummy issues, decades later. This is just not normal for a grown man. I'm sure Harry loathes being compared to his brother but what the heck, I'm going for it! Two young boys, both suffering from the untimely loss of their mother. Yet William doesn't have mummy issues, or at least if he does he doesn't hang them out to dry for a voracious public airing. It's no good saying that Harry is more sensitive, he's not - he just hasn't grown up, and those around him are keeping him trapped in the net of mummy issues instead of allowing him to mature into the adult he should be; he's not the man he thinks he has become. And I still keep coming back to why, so let's move on to:

(8) His therapy isn't working and he needs a proper psych evaluation. The people he thinks are helping him just aren't. They are milking him for the cash cow that he has become. The RF and whatever PR they use appear to have done everything to protect Young Harry from this, right down to convincing us that he was a high-spirited Jack-the-Lad, fond of a little tipple but devoted to his country and the army veterans he served alongside. Take away the RF and the carefully scrutinising PR machine, and he is ripe for the plucking. And boy, is he being plucked. Every last feather.

Now this next one is a bother:

(9) He can't see his own hypocrisy, has zero empathy for anyone, and cannot see how "his truth" - his own words - can damage others. Others including his own mother, his father and step-mother, his wider family, his army colleagues, the wider British public who are all a bunch of racists, apparently. Harry has a lot of short-comings. No doubt there'll be "Spare 2: The Chamber of Secrets" and he'll blame his short-comings on his frozen todger, but the lack of self-awareness is pathetic. He cannot see his own failings, refuses to take responsibility for his own actions, and blames everyone else. So what can we say? Is he really so stupid? Or is he in some sort of "Cult-Of-Himself" delusion, promulgated by his Feather Pluckers?

(10) The awful wife wears Harry's man-bits and is conspicuous by her absence, as she journals and squirrels away evidence for her divorce lawyers. Yep, I think we're all agreed on that one!

My personal opinions only, as they say in reputable circles.

Love and peace.

[unchained-hound-dog]

I missed you!! Would you do a part 2 to co parenting, this bitch needs a happy ending 😭😭

of course you can! I'm not gunna lie I loved writing part 1 to this so hear you go!!

Part One is here

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The silence that filled the house the next morning was almost eery. It had been a long time since you'd woken up by yourself and not to an alarm or your daughter curled up beside you.

You took your morning slow, Jack had texted saying he'd booked tickets for the aquarium and he would get your daughter ready for 10am to leave. It was now 8 and so you made sure you took care of yourself, taking a shower, making a nice breakfast with a coffee, planning out your outfit and just having a stress free morning.

There was something floating around your stomach as you drove towards Jack's house. You'd attempted to convince yourself it was excitment to see your daughter, but you knew deep down it was about spending the day with Jack. Other than her birthday, Christmas or the odd day over the last 3 years, yourself and Jack hadn't spent much 1 on 1 time together. Most of the time there would be someone there, his friends, your friends, his family or your family. This would be different, this would be just you two and your daughter.

You pulled up outside Jack's house. He had bought this house not long after you'd had your daughter, he wanted a place that your daughter would feel is home. He's also bought you your house, despite you being determined he wouldn't and that you could afford rent with the job you had, he refused. He explained that he would be away a lot and he didn't want you worrying about paying bills, he didn't care if you worked or not, but your living situation would be taken care of by him.

You got out of the car, eyeing the cars parked up in the driveway before knocking against the large front door.

'Morning!' Jack swung the door open, he was dressed in a matching tracksuit, New Balance's on his feet.

'Morning' you returned, stepping inside the warm house and following him into the living room.

'Mama look!' you stopped at the doorway as your eyes settled on your daughter, she was curled up on the sofa with a small fluffy dog wagging its tail next to her, the two looking very happy and comfy in each others presence.

'Really Jack? She's been here 12 hours and she's managed to get a dog out of you?' you raised your brows at the man who stood infront of you, a grin on his face.

'It's Urban's, I'm not crazy enough to own a dog. Come on missy, we're gunna be late if we don't hurry!'

You watched as your daughter stood up from the sofa, the small dog following behind her as they ran into the kitchen. Jack sat her up on the kitchen island where an arrangement of snacks in plastic containers and water bottles and juice were laid out, along with one of Jack's old backpacks and a pink barbie backpack.

'Crackers?' 'check' 'fruit?' 'check' 'samiches?' 'check' your daughter listed off everything, Jack confirming he had it before putting it in the bags.

'Mommy's snacks?' 'check' Jack held up a container, shooting you a grin as you nodded your head, he'd remembered your favourite snacks.

'Okay daddy we're ready!'

The drive to the aquarium was around 40 minutes, the three of you had taken to singing along to disney songs and playing eye-spy. You sat in the back with your daughter whilst Jack drove.

Arriving at the aquarium, you all hopped out the car and headed inside, Jack showing the tickets before being ushered through. Through the entire tour your daughter would 'ooo' and 'aaah' at all the different animals, begging you to take a photo of her next to the weird fish.

'Ooo mommy, daddy can we please?' she grabbed hold of both yours and Jack's hand and tugged you over to a photo opportunity to have a photo with a shark in the background.

Jack handed the man some cash and the three of you stood in front of the screen, smiling at the camera. Jack had your daughter on his hip, you standing on the other side of him as you all felt the presence of the shark pass by you, you turned your head to look over Jack's shoulder, gasping at the size of the animal.

The three of you moved on, your daughter wanting to go to the section where you can feed some of the fish. A worker took off with her, showing her all the different types of fish, the ones that can be pets and the ones that can't.

'You may not want her having a dog but she's gunna want a goldfish after today' Jack teased as you both stood near a back wall, watching as your daughters eyes lit up over everything she was being told.

'As long as it's a goldfish and not one of those sharks' you joked back.

'Remember when we went to that beach in Florida and a fish brushed past your leg when we were in the sea?' your eyes widened at the memory Jack had brought up, your body tensing and shivering.

'Yes, that is a feeling I will never forget, you laughed your ass off whilst I ran back to the beach! I didn't think they'd wanna get that close'

'Funniest shit ever'

'Oh well shall we talk about the time you almost crapped your pants when we went to that horror house and the clown jumped out on you?' you raised your eyebrows, Jack's face going slightly pale before a small grin came across it.

'That was a good date night' he nodded his head in the direction of your daughter, your cheeks burning up at the realisation, that evening had been the night you'd concieved your daughter.

'Mm yeah it was a good night'

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You'd returned home from the aquarium, Jack had insisted you should both for dinner before heading home, your daughter also loving the idea. Jack's version of dinner was take out, not that you minded, and a bottle of wine.

Jack had put your daughter to bed, she managed to drift off quickly given the eventful day she'd had. When he returned downstairs, he found you slipping your coat on, your cheeks slightly red from the wine you'd been drinking.

'Where you going?' his eyebrows furrowed.

'Home?' you gave him a look before grabbing your bag.

'You can't drive right now, you're 3 glasses deep' he shook his head.

'I booked an uber' you glanced down at your phone that indicated your uber was 2 minutes away.

'Oh, right'

'Thanks for today Jack, she loved it and you were right, it's nice for her to see us both at the same time' you smiled, stepping closer to him, debating giving him a hug goodbye.

'Yeah I think she enjoyed it, I know I did' Jack's eyes studied your face as you both stood closer to eachother.

'I uh-I better go' before you could turn to the door, Jack's hands landed on your waist.

'Tell me to stop if you want me to but-' he cut himself off by pressing his lips to yours, not forcefully, it was a soft kiss, one you wouldn't even know was happening if you hadn't seen him right in front of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands found their way to his hair, nails lightly dragging against his scalp.

The kiss lasted a while, the only sound filing the house was that of your lips and the soft breaths that came with every break you had, not wasting a second before re-joining your lips again. Though, you did finally pull away, your head fuzzy as your eyes scanned Jack's face.

'Wow' you breathed out, readjusting your bag on your shoulder.

'Stay tonight' Jack's words left his mouth before he had chance to think of them.

'Jack, I miss you, I do and I would want nothing more than for this to happen but I'm sca-' he cut you off.

'I know you are, but I promise I'll prove to you and that little girl that I'm the man you once knew me as' His hands came to cup your face as he pressed three gentle kisses to your lips.

You glanced down at your phone, your uber being outside and you sighed.

'I'm going home tonight, drive my car home in the morning and we can talk more then' you hand him your car key.

'Bye' you smiled softly at him as he stood in the hallway of his home, watching you shut the door behind you.

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1 year later

'We can open presents soon baby' you smiled down at your daughter as she played with her friends in your back yard, it was her birthday and she was filled with excitment over having a princess themed party and a table full of gifts to open.

'Need me to do anything?' your friend entered the kitchen from the backyard at the same time you had walked in from the living room.

'Uh I think we're all good, just need to grab the cake from the garage'

'I can do that Em, go back out and enjoy the party' Jack's voice send a shiver down your spine as you unwrapped bowls of pasta and salad.

'This all looks really good' he walked up behind you, his hands resting on your waist as you stood up straight, leaning back into him slighty.

'Thanks, spent all night making it' you smirked, turning your head to press a kiss to his jawline.

'I love you' he whispered, his hands spread out against your waist and moved forward, gently rubbing on your growning, pregnant stomach.

'Mmm I love you too' you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

'Love seeing you pregnant, knowing its my baby in there' his eyes looked down at where your stomach and his touched, the small baby inside you moving around.

'Wouldn't want it any other way' you grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips before you were interrupted.

'Mom! Dad! Stop kissing, can I open my presents?' your daughter was stood at the door in her princess dress.

'Not if I get there first!' Urban came running through the kitchen, swooping your daughter up into his arms and ran her through to where her gifts were piled up.

You all stood around and watched her open each gift. Every princess accessory she got gifted, she would place on one of her uncles or her daddy, causing everyone to errupted in laughter.

'How you doing sweetheart?' Jack's mom sat beside you on the cough, resting her hand on your knee.

'All good, little bit restless with only a few weeks left to go'

'I'm so proud of you both, I would never want you to be together just for her but I can see how much love you both have for each other and I'm so glad you've both gotten through everything. He really does adore you both, and little one in there'

'Thank you so much' a small tear escapes your eye as you embrace his mom in a hug, kissing the side of her head gently.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[merakiui]

Honestly none of the boys (besides vil or ace probably) gets bitches with their attitude

I think some of them genuinely could if they tried their best and went into it with a healthy mindset. I'll rank them below based on my thoughts (5 being an absolute god at love and 1 being so atrocious it's Lilia's cooking).

Riddle - A solid 3. Riddle's respectful towards adult figures, he dresses well, his vocabulary and manner of speech are polite, and he's a strong mage and an honors student with a promising future. But that temper. Not to mention his mother will want a hand in his relationship because she won't allow her Riddle to settle for anything less than perfect.

Trey - 4.5. He bakes, he'll brush your teeth, he's good with kids. Trey is the ideal man. The type of guy who has boy next door vibes. A little playful at times, a pleasant sense of humor, and a sweet chef. An absolute steal of a man. But he's a little too laidback and sometimes he enables certain behaviors (Riddle is a perfect example of this). On the bright side, you'll always be gifted homemade treats for every occasion if you date him.

Cater - On paper he's a 5. Upbeat, always smiling, loves to document your budding relationship. He'll take you to picturesque locations for dates (pretty cafés, exciting amusement parks, hilltops that are perfect for stargazing) and he seems to be the best boyfriend. Beneath that, though, he's probably a 2. Cater is not as happy as he lets on, nor is he even ready for a long-term relationship. He strikes me as someone who would be content with meaningless flings and one-night stands. Cater would struggle to open up and be his true self in a relationship, which leads to a gilded lie he puts on in order to keep you happy. On the inside, he's miserable.

Ace - 4. He's done it before and he can do it again if he so chooses. He's a fun, energetic guy who'll tease you to the ends of the world. The best guy to share laughs with! You'll have lots of fun in a relationship with him, but as Ace has pointed out before relationships take a lot of work and that's not really his style at the moment. Check back in a few years. Maybe his mind will have changed by then!

Deuce - 4.5. He's such a sweetheart! Protective, caring, and kind, Deuce is the type of guy a mother would absolutely fawn over when you bring him home for introductions. He's the type who will pick you up at exactly five and have you back by eight (or whenever your curfew is). He'll take you on drives on his magical wheel, and he genuinely adores you. He'd do anything for you! But...there's the delinquent side that he's still struggling to shake. Sometimes he'll be tempted to put a few fools in their place if they make fun of you or try to mess with his friends. He'll never put you in danger, though!

Leona - 3.5. He's royalty and he drinks respect juice, but he can seem lazy at times. Leona might not put a lot of effort into the relationship. He probably allows you to do your own thing because he believes that's what's best. Most of the time, it'll be Ruggie taking you out for dates with Leona trailing behind. As rough as that sounds, Leona does indeed care and if his errors are pointed out he will work to change so that the experience is pleasant for you. He just doesn't believe in doing outrageous things for the sake of love. He'd prefer something low-key and relaxing. The good news is that you'll take some of the best naps of your life with him, and he'll spoil you with whatever it is you want because he's grown a soft spot for you. Also a protective boyfriend!

Ruggie - 3. To be honest, I don't think he'd be a bad boyfriend. Yes, he might have pickpocketed you when you passed him on the street and you caught him and that's how the two of you met (delightfully unconventional meet-cute). Yes, he's frugal when it comes to money. But Ruggie can clean and keep track of important things (mainly money. Especially money!), and he's well-versed in street smarts. You'll never be scammed with him around. He's also very sweet when he's with the ones he loves and he does like to give gifts if he's able to (like when he brings food back to his hometown for his family and the residents). But if you're rich, you are definitely on his to-rob list before he even considers a relationship with you. As sweet as kisses are, they don't put food on the table.

Jack - A very solid 5! Perfect boyfriend material. He’s sweet, has a great moral compass, and will always protect you. Jack may seem awkward or cold at times, but know that beneath his huffy embarrassment he’s genuinely wanting the best for you. He’d love to care for a cactus alongside you, and he’ll want to take you back to meet his family one day. He’s certain they’ll love you. Jack would love to exercise alongside you, but he won’t force it if you don’t want that. However, he will want you to stay active. Little things like a walk with him around campus go a long way, and he likes to talk with you as the both of you walk, his fingers covertly brushing yours. Jack really loves you.

Azul - A 5 if you like fine lies and an octopus with a shady background. Azul is like Cater: great on paper, even better in execution, but beneath that there are a lot of unresolved issues. He's horribly self-conscious and has a tendency to be self-deprecating. He's one to jump to rash conclusions if he's swept up in his emotions. Also a fairly jealous lover. He lives in a constant state of anxiety that you'll one day grow bored of him and cast him aside and he'll be left to pick up the pieces. As a result, he lies and cheats and lies some more. He just can't be honest to save his life. Until he learns to accept himself, be genuine and honest, and stops trying to trick you into signing a contract just to cheat his way into a relationship, he'll remain as a 2.

Jade - 3. A walking green flag on land. Beneath the surface, so much red. Literally and figuratively. This eel hides so many well-aligned skeletons in his closet. He's great arm candy if you need to boast an attractive, well-mannered boyfriend. But...mafia ties. And the mafia is dangerous, and you do not want to break up with a mafia leader's son because that definitely won't end well for you. On the bright side, he can cook (sometimes with dubious ingredients) and he plans lovely dates (most of them are isolated and remote...). Just know that if you break Jade's heart, you're breaking Floyd's as well and his twin won't be very happy to know you hurt Jade.

Floyd - 2.5. A very fun boyfriend. Energetic, unpredictable, and unafraid to speak honestly, Floyd keeps you on your toes in a relationship. Unfortunately, his moods are difficult to account for and when he's in a bad mood he can be frightening. He's rebellious, so if your guardian tells you to be home by eight Floyd's getting you home by midnight and you're 100% walking through that door disheveled. Also an eel with mafia ties, so that makes breaking up with him a challenge. Additionally, if you hurt Floyd, you'll be granted a one-way ticket to meet with his brother who has many wonderful words for you. :) Good luck.

Kalim - 4.5. Sweet, caring, loving Kalim. Oh, he simply adores you and he’ll spoil you rotten. Whatever you want will soon become yours. It can get a little overwhelming, but if you don’t mind being lavished with gifts and affection then Kalim is perfect for you. He’s always affectionate and happy with you. Sadly, it can be difficult to get through to him at times. If you aren’t one for extravagant parades and never-ending celebrations, good luck trying to sway Kalim. When he’s hyper-focused on what he thinks is what you want, it can be hard to get him to see your perspective. At the very least, he loves you dearly.

Jamil - 5. He can cook and clean, he’ll memorize your preferences, and he’s very responsible. Jamil knows what’s best and this also applies to you. He’s very good at being your boyfriend—almost too good—but it’s nothing extravagant. Jamil only does what’s expected. He doesn’t step out of the box he’s fit himself into, which could make you question his intentions and if he’s truly wanting to be in this relationship. Jamil is so used to acting average, to being second to Kalim, that this habit may cross over into your relationship. But he’s very willing to smooth over his wrongs and right them so that he can improve and be the best man for you.

Vil - 3. He's an actor, so he can play the role of doting boyfriend with ease. Unfortunately, a relationship with a celebrity is difficult. Nothing stays secret forever, and you can be certain that jealous fans will come for your throat if they ever find out. While Vil values his reputation, he’ll value his beloved more and will make choices based on what he thinks is best for you and your mental health. Social media is brutal; if he can shield you from that and prevent a media explosion if any nosy tabloids learn of his relationship then he will do just that. Also Vil has this tendency to push you towards being your best self, which is usually great, but his critique can be awfully sharp and blunt. Almost mean at times, though you know he just wants you to look and feel your best.

Epel - 4. I don’t think Epel would be a bad boyfriend. Sure, his competitive nature could turn some people off and he’ll definitely snap at those who try to call him cute or feminine. Epel’s learned to make use of his charms, but that still doesn’t mean he wants to be known for them. He wants to be manly! So if he’s dating you, he’ll try to seem stronger. Epel is very genuine in what he does and he won’t give up. Like Deuce, he’ll also take you for rides on a magical wheel. He likes speed and the feeling of the wind whipping his hair about, so if you’re also a thrill seeker Epel is a good match for you. You and him probably race magical wheels with Deuce from time to time.

Rook - He's a 5 until you find him in your closet or under your bed and then he automatically becomes a 3. And then you learn he’s taped candid photos of you to his walls and the number just continues to drop from there. Rook is...a specimen of a man. He's so sweet and will always gush over how beautiful you are. You’ll be called the cutest terms of endearment in French. He writes lots of poetry about you. You are his beloved muse. But he's also a stalker and that is often very unnerving. Rook just does these things out of love, or so he wholeheartedly believes, but that sort of attachment isn’t for everyone.

Idia - 1. I am so sorry Idia lovers, but have you seen this man? T_T if Idia was trying to entice someone, he’d be digging his grave before he says any flirty lines. Real life is not as easy as a dating sim, which is why he’s much more partial to the pixels on his monitors. Idia’s also too proud. The reason he is so maidenless? It’s because he’s a pro gamer who’s too good for a relationship! Obviously that’s the correct answer and it’s definitely not because he’d rather die before he talks romance with an actual person. Not at all.

Malleus - 4. Malleus is a sweetheart who really does care for you. You’ll be trapped in the friend zone for a while with him because he only ever considers pursuing more than friendship when he hears about such things from Lilia. Malleus was always content to remain by your side as a companion, but when he considers things from a romantic angle his interest piques immediately. You can expect late-night rendezvouses with Malleus, where the two of you will exchange conversation under a blanket of stars. He always looks forward to these nightly meetings, so much that he’ll try to come every night if time permits it. But the friend zone is always so strong. You’ll be stuck in that for a while until Malleus finally realizes romance is an option.

Lilia - 5. He’s playful, affectionate, and a father figure! Lilia knows how to show various types of love, and the love he feels for you is quite exciting. It’s been so long since these feelings have overcome him. He’ll want to show you he cares in many ways. Unfortunately, one of these ways is cooking. If you value your appetite, you’ll have to convince him to not cook for you. As sweet as the gesture is, there is no way you’re risking whatever concoction he’s assembled on that plate. Lilia is also quite wise, so he’ll give great advice if you’re ever in need of it.

Sebek - 1. Sebek hollows his own grave with his dislike of humans and his tendency to yell and scold. It’s especially bad if you’re close to Malleus. He’ll breathe down your neck and constantly remind you that you should be grateful Malleus is kind enough to grace you with a sliver of his time. Sebek can get annoying very quickly, and not everyone enjoys hearing someone talk in all caps in the early hours of morning while on the way to classes.

Silver - 3.5. He’s so kind. Silver is a knight with a strong set of morals. He believes in truthful good and will be there to help you whenever you need it. He does have a tendency to nod off, but he does his best to stay awake when he’s with you. Silver recognizes that he may not be the most exciting company and he’ll research a way to cure his sleepiness so that he can stay awake at all times when he’s with you. Silver cares for you a lot, even if it seems like there aren’t many thoughts in his head at some times.

And for the fun of it:

Che'nya - 4. He’s a unique wild card. Che’nya is similar to Floyd in that they both know how to keep you guessing. Che’nya loves surprises. He’ll pop in when he feels like it just to catch you off guard. Though his ability to turn invisible can make things a little too easy for him, especially if the two of you ever get into any arguments. He’ll fade into obscurity, but you’ll know he’s still there because you can feel his eyes. It’s his way of listening without having to face you, and sometimes that can seem insincere if you want to talk things out face to face. But aside from that, Che’nya is a very fun, spontaneous boyfriend!

Neige - 2. Similar to Vil, a relationship with Neige would be so difficult to keep secret. Neige has so many fans and there are plenty who will be crushed if they ever find out he’s dating. Neige probably doesn’t seek out relationships solely because he doesn’t want to upset anyone (mainly his closest friends, himself, and you). He’d much rather stay friends, which is a decision he thinks is best. His status as a celebrity makes romance very tough, so Neige chooses to keep his friends close instead of pursuing love. This makes him a 2 because no matter how much you might want to date him he’ll only look out for you and your mental health (as well as his own) because he doesn’t want the media to hurt you if they ever learn you were with him.

Rollo - 2. While Rollo is courteous and will speak kindly when he’s with you, he can seem cold and distant, especially if he’s approached you and you’re surrounded by others. Rollo enjoys comfortable privacy, so he’d want to spend time with you alone. He also harbors an intense hatred for mages, and nearly all of your friends are mages, so that makes things a little awkward. He’s also very stiff. Rollo doesn’t laugh or show any sign of genuine happiness often. These expressions are rare and reserved only for certain situations or occasions. But if you do date him, know that he will devote himself to you and this relationship with all that he has to offer. He probably festers in the pining stage and has far too many lustful thoughts about you, but you’ll never know these things. Bakery dates with him are always very casual and fun. You’ll see a tender side of Rollo when he’s with you, and his usually gloomy eyes are brighter and his prim lips quirk upwards ever so slightly. He’s still horrendous at navigating love, though.

#twisted chit chat

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

That’s The Way We Get By

I’ve posted a new story to Ao3!

G | 4.5k | near future, canon compliant

Huge thanks to @lightningboltreader for being my beta reader 💛

TK & Marjan babysit four-year-old Charlie, and TK reflects on his friendship with Marjan, all the ways they compliment each other and everything this relationship means to him. Companion piece to getting past the wounds of love, but you do not need to have read that one.

Marjan and TK already had plans to hang out today – plans that mostly consisted of getting pedicures and then maybe stealing Buttercup and hanging out by the lake if it wasn’t too hot – when Judd sent an SOS text to Carlos and TK last night. He and Grace were in desperate need of a babysitter for the next day. They’re attending a wedding in Dripping Springs and the neighbor girl who’d agreed to watch Charlie bailed at the last minute. When TK suggested they shift their pedi plans to hang out with Charlie instead, Marjan eagerly agreed, saying she had auntie time to make up for too.

“You do look really nice, Marj,” TK says with an easy grin. “Would you like some coffee? There should be some left, or I think we have some juice.”

“Coffee’s good, we should have a few minutes before we need to leave,” she says, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket to check the time. She takes a seat at the bar while TK pulls out a mug and starts making her coffee. Adding a splash of oat milk, no sweetener – just the way she likes it.

“Well, I have to leave now, my shift’s in 30,” Carlos says as he reenters the living area. He’s dressed in jeans and a button down, his work bag slung over his shoulder. He crosses into the kitchen and wraps an arm around TK’s waist.

“Be good for Marjan,” he teases with a wink, moving his hand down to squeeze TK’s ass and leaning in for a soft kiss. Truly a man of multitudes. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, baby, I love you,” TK says as Carlos pulls away. “Be safe out there.”

He kisses Marjan on the cheek on his way to the door. “See you, Carlos,” she calls after him. Carlos stops to pull on his boots and, with one last wave goodbye, he’s gone. TK smiles at the door for a moment.

He loves how much Carlos loves Marjan, that Carlos has always been a big fan of TK’s friendship with her. He recognizes and respects how important his Marj time is to his general happiness; a key element in his self care routine. And Carlos, the sweet supportive bastard that he is, is usually the one to invite her over for dinner, to point out to TK when it’s been a while since they’ve had a proper 1:1 hang. Carlos also knows that Marjan had been his number one champion in the early days. When TK had been skittish. Scared to admit what they’d both known, deep in their souls, from the first moment the freckles in their eyes had perfectly aligned. TK’s told him how she’d been the one who playfully smacked him on the back of the head after Paul told her about their night out clubbing. After teasingly asking why she hadn’t been invited, she’d gently reminded him that he deserved to let himself have this, someone like Carlos. That he wasn’t as broken or unlovable as he seemed to believe. That just because guys had treated him like garbage in the past doesn’t mean he was, doesn’t mean that Carlos would treat him that way. If he gave him the chance.

Carlos would never admit it, but TK knows he sees Marjan as the third sister he never wanted.

Continue reading on ao3.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk x carlos #TK Strand #marjan marwani #tk & marjan #TK & Marjan bestie supremacy