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thotsome · 3 years

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Holiday

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Harry's been on edge for too long and after dropping off the kids, he can't wait to have you all to himself again ;) minors DNI

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), being grown ass adults?? Having kids, The tiniest daddy kink. Definitely NSFW, FLUFFY ending <3

Word count: 2.1k

Requested by: here's the request, by @anyqueen008 I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!

Tags: @brod16 and @swiftssss <3 ~ DM to be added! ~

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You wiped a tear off your eye as you said goodbye to the mischief makers who made up three-fourths of your life. You turned to the most important quarter as you waved to the kids. They were all so grown up, even though sometimes you didn't feel the same way about yourself and your husband, and certainly not your marriage. It was an extended honeymoon period all along. You loved it, and you were sure you would never stop feeling like this for Harry.

The smile he gave you as he waved to the three still made your stomach flip. He'd worn his auror robes, he had to go to work just after. You loved seeing him in those sexy robes, but you hated what came with it. Him going to work, risking his life, everyday.

You looked around at the station you'd known so well, ever since you were a little girl of 11. You smiled fondly at remembering how you'd met Harry at this very station. It really was a charm, station 9¾.

As you looked back at your husband, you caught him already staring at you and you blushed. The way he was biting his lip was very inticing. You'd have loved for him to have you at this very spot, but you both knew why you couldn't. Stupid ministry job.

Reign in the horny, y/n, you told yourself

"So... um, Harry, I'll see you tonight?"

What the bloody hell was wrong with you? You were his wife of almost twenty years and you'd just acted like a nervous fifteen year old.

Harry smirked at your nervousness. "See you too y/n" and gave you a passionate kiss goodbye that had you yearning for more. But you couldn't keep Harry any longer. You gave him a small smile and apparated to the house.

The house was so empty without the kids. You felt both relieved and sad. You loved having them here during the holidays but it gave you and Harry less alone time.

Well, atleast you could do what you wanted now. You decided to do something completely wild, something a mom could never do. You stripped off your dress and decided to spend the day in your underwear. No one to see you, and no one to take care of, except yourself.

You put on some music to pass the time, and decided to bake some cookies for Harry to surprise him when he came back. He really did love chocolate chip ones, you remembered, and smiled.

You moved your hips to the song blurting out of the radio and sang along while mixing the batter, not even noticing a sharp crack sound because you were too engrossed in trying to twerk and put the cookies inside the oven at the same time. Once you were done you set the timer to thirty minutes from now, and turned to exit the kitchen. Only you didn't.

Because there stood Harry, with a gigantic smirk on his handsome face.

"H-Harry!" You exclaimed.

Oh merlin, how long had he been standing there?

"What's the matter, dear? You look like you've been caught being naughty"

He still referenced something that happened in your school days ever so often, and you'd turn scarlet each time. You had had your hands down your pants when you were waiting for him in 7th year. But it was all his fault! He teased you so much.

And right now he was advancing slowly towards you. You needed to say something. You swallowed and finally said

"How come you're home? No work today?"

"Actually, I thought I needed to do something more important at home today"

You noticed how he put emphasis on the 'do'.

"And what may that be?"

"Something rather scantily dressed."

He had you pressed against the kitchen counter by now. He was so close to you, you wanted to reach out and touch his collar and pull him towards you and kiss him senseless. But before you could move, Harry had claimed your lips.

He was such a great kisser. It had surprised you that night in Hogwarts and it still did. He tasted so good. As his tongue glided over your lips, you opened your mouth and gave him access to yours.

You could feel Harry's member pressed against you, already hard. That, combined with how Harry's hands were teasing you, caused you to moan inside his mouth. Oh, how you'd missed this!

Harry moved his hands to your ass and cupped it, picking you up and setting you on the counter. You split your legs so Harry could stand as close to you as possible. You felt like your body was on fire. Merlin knows how he still had that effect on you.

Harry pulled away from the kiss with a cheeky grin. You didn't have time for that now, you needed him inside you.

"Harry, please" you moaned.

"Not yet, sweetheart" and saying that he slid down to his knees so that his face was level with your already wet cunt. You widened your eyes as you blushed. You hadn't been eaten out in so long.

Almost too eagerly, you spread your legs wider on the counter and Harry hooked them over his shoulder, making it easier for you. He really was the sweetest, you thought as you entangled your fingers in that wild, messy black hair you found so appealing.

But a jolt of pleasure brought you back to reality

Harry was rubbing your pussy through the thin material of your panties. He looked up at you and gave you a lopsided grin.

"Who could've guessed my prim, proper wife's cunt would still drip like this for me?"

"Harryyy" you moaned. You needed him to do more.

He pulled your panties down roughly at that and brought his lips closer to your waiting clit, teasing you and making you wetter by the second.

"You little slut, you're so wet. Such a good slut for me."

You could feel his breath on your clit. You nodded, trying to get him to give you what you needed so desperately. But he looked unsatisfied.

"Use your words, darling."

"Your slut, Harry. You make me so wet" you were barely able to choke out, since at hearing you say that, Harry had almost started attacking your pussy with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your clit making it harder for you to breathe, and finally sucked it while you could only form half intelligible sentences.

But Harry liked it when you were verbal.

"Love, you're doing it so right... feeling so good.. ahh" was the best you could do.

When Harry pushed his tongue inside you, you let out a small scream. You panted and gasped as you gripped the counter's edge to keep yourself steady.

Harry kept muttering about how sweet you tasted and how he could eat you all day long as you moaned.

As Harry ate you out, you could feel the knot in your stomach growing and your knuckles turned white as you held onto the counter. You moaned Harry's name and said

"Harry, m' gonna cum"

Harry licked your labia one last time while toying with your clit with his thumb and pulled away to say "Then cum, y/n."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you released with a moan all over Harry's face and blushed as you saw how sexy he looked like that. He licked you up to clean you, while you came down from your high, and sighed happily.

You realised your bra was still on, and it was hurting your hardened nipples. Your breasts felt so restricted. You took the bra off and your boobs spilled out, finally free and very full (as the result of three pregnancies). You weren't complaining though, Harry was totally a boob guy.

Harry looked up from your pussy and almost growled at seeing your perky breasts teasing him. He got up and took them in his hand to massage them as you moaned. He enveloped your mouth with his as he squeezed your boobs and pinched your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled into your mouth, then brought his lips down to suck on your nipples and you threw your head back at the wonderful feeling. He bit down on your nipple softly, causing a jolt to go all the way to your core.

"Harry, I need you now" you said as you gripped his shoulders and started to unbutton his sexy auror robes.

"These stay on" Harry commanded as you raised your eyebrows. They were really tight robes, and you could practically see his bulge and the muscles on his chest through them.

"As you wish, Mr Potter" you whispered in his ear as Harry lifted you up with barely any effort and set you down on the kitchen table nearby. You didn't care that you ate on that bloody table

You laid down as Harry stood at the edge, near your opening. You lifted your knees up and allowed him better access to your swollen pussy, the result of your previous orgasm.

Harry took his incredible dick out of his unbottoned pants and stroked himself as you admired him. After a few more strokes, he positioned himself at your opening and looked at you for approval. You nodded as you thanked Merlin this man was yours. As he slid into you, you let out a scream as he grunted and moved inside you.

"You're so tight, y/n, fuck" he managed to say while you whimpered.

"Haven't... had sex...in a while now" you said as you tried to get used to the incredible feeling of being filled up completely.

"I'll have to fix that" you heard Harry say before all you could hear was your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Harry loved seeing you like this. How your back would arch as he hit a deep spot inside you, how your hair was spread everywhere, how you'd open your mouth to make soundless moans of pleasure and how your hand instinctively clutched your breasts.

He continued to pound into you, his hands holding up your thighs as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. Your walls squeezed Harry's dick uncontrollably as he moaned and praised you. Your pussy was already sensitive from your earlier orgasm and the way Harry's balls hit your labia was driving you insane.

"So tight for daddy, you're so beautiful y/n"

You bit your lip and nodded before your eyes rolled back once again from Harry hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck Harry, I think I'm gonna, m'gonna-"

You screamed while you coated Harry's cock with your juices and he fucked you through your high, making it all the more intense. As you panted in pleasure you noticed that Harry's dick was bigger inside you and he was close to his own orgasm. As he was going to pull out you protested

"No, daddy! Cum inside me!"

Harry, hearing that, moaned and a moment later you could feel ropes of his hot seed inside you, filling you up and shooting deep into you.

Best. Feeling. Ever.

As Harry leaned over the table to kiss you, he asked, "Did you take your pills?"

You shook your head and smiled at him "I think I'm ready, love" you told Harry truthfully.

Harry smiled widely and kissed your neck "Round two, then?"

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As you drove up to the station to pick the kids up, you couldn't help but be nervous. You hadn't told any of the three about your new month- old baby girl, and you hoped they would love her just as much as you and Harry did. Harry put his free arm around you and kissed your forehead briefly before turning his eyes back to the road.

You looked down at Belle. She really was so beautiful, you thought, as you snuggled her in your arms.

The train arrived soon after you reached the station, and you prepared yourself for the worst

As soon as Lily ran towards you, she broke out in a smile "Hey mom! Hey dad!" and then nearly screamed in delight "Oh my god, who's that!!!"

"That's your new baby sister" you told her, smiling, as Harry picked Lily up in his arms.

Albus and James were close behind Lily and James made a joke about how she was cuter than all the girls in his year as you laughed.

Albus gave the baby his pinky and Belle's little fingers wrapped around it. "I like her" he said, as you almost sighed in relief. Harry beamed at you and you couldn't have been happier as you all turned to go home.

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theseviolentdelights597 · 2 years

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Just watched Sing 2 via early release and here are my first reactions to it. Tread lightly, there are spoilers afoot!

SPOILER WARNING

🔹Alice in Wonderland opening, weird but okay

🔹Oh God it's the Nicki Minaj twerking bunnies again

🔹Okay, but where's Ash though?

🔹Nanna: "Ah, Hobbes there you are. Bring the car around. That's a good chap."

Me: "How does he even reach the pedals?"

🔹OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, DANCE TILL YOU'RE DEAD! Her voice makes me melt and Scarlett's voice is built for rock music

🔹Of course she's not with them because WHY in God's name would she stay with some namby, pamby theatre singers when she's just that good.

🔹I said what I said and understand if she wanted to go off and do her own thing

🔹Ash standing up for being paid/worked with fairly just like Scarlett has in real life. GENIUS

🔹Rosita stopping the bus because she has nothing else to live for. Me too boo

🔹The songs they used in this movie are just *chef's kiss*

🔹*The team enters the city* Me: "Alexa, play Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift."

🔹The gang trying to sneak in while Bad Guy plays 👌🏻

🔹IT'S ENDGAME SWIFTIES

🔹*Slow song beings to play* Me: "It's Adele isn't it?"

Singer: "HELLO"

🔹Me: "Why did you buzz the flamingos singing Cake By the Ocean? That was so good!"

🔹Ash has a country guitar ❤

🔹Training be like: TIPPY TOES, TIPPY TOES. I CAN'T SEE YOUR TIPPY TOES! I nearly yelled this in the theatre with him NGL.

🔹DARIUS. That is all. I nearly screamed in the theatre and nearly cried due to my uncontrollable laughter

🔹He's such an asshole but I love him

🔹Porsche

🔹The kids next to me: "She's pretty."

Me to Myself: "She's Halsey."

🔹She really sings This Girl is on Fire better than Alicia Keyes

🔹NOOSHY

🔹Wait, is that a Cardi B song with the inappropriate lyrics removed?

🔹Me really wanting her to say "For research purposes" when she asked Johnny to prove that he wasn't a weirdo

🔹LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO 💁🏻

🔹Ash: "But can she act?"

Me, an Intellectual: "That's bold of you to assume since you're an actress Scarlett."

🔹Meena taking a break from practice and meeting Alfonso is literally how I react in social situations. Ice cream in the face and all

🔹That wolf is terrifying

🔹Crawly being driven out of Calloway's house was hilarious

🔹"Pew pew pew." DEAD 😂

🔹*Miss. Crawly with an eye patch*

Me: "Who is she now, Nick Fury?"

🔹Military Crawly is something I never knew I needed. Even when she's using the cherry picker like a tank and they had music to match 😂

🔹*Ash and Moon going to Calloway, only to get KO'd by the electric fence*

Me: "Oh great, you've killed Black Widow again."

🔹Ash going back to Clay and singing while he walks down the stairs and we see the memories of him and his wife. I WAS NEARLY IN TEARS DAMN IT

🔹If Ash riding on the back of Clay's motorcycle isn't pure Scarlett Johansson then I don't know what is

🔹Jimmy Crystal making us all think he killed Buster, when Moon was thankfully hanging off of his arm

🔹Suki for the win!

🔹Ash coming back with Clay and meeting Buster made my heart happy

🔹We're gonna run? No, we're gonna jump out the window with "Soy Yo" playing in the background. Doy

🔹Everyone getting together to sing and Crystal is none the wiser

🔹Johnny: "I'm gonna call for help." *Calls his dad*

Me: "YES!!"

🔹They're working with their local food cupboard haha

🔹Miss Crawly in the cherry picker outside of Porsche's window yelling at her to tell her that she's in again 😂

🔹"Honey, send in the piglets." = Pure Chaos

🔹Damn that cat has to tell everyone everything 👿

🔹Sky Full of Stars was good until Taron decided to stretch his notes 😬

🔹DANCE BATTLE

🔹Porsche singing Could Have Been Me was better than the original 🎶

🔹Shut up the Aye-Aye's are dancing too

🔹Meena fantasizing singing with Alfonso is literally me on the daily with my Fanfiction

🔹Rosita starting strong with Break Free, then the heights get to her again. She saves Buster and belts out a great rendition of the song

🔹Ash and Clay have my heart. The way he almost broke down because he didn't want to sing again... It was so heart wrenching

🔹Ash going out on that stage alone like I knew she was gonna

🔹 HIS WIFE 😭

🔹No, I was not crying during Ash and Clay's duet... You have the wrong woman

🔹The tear was a paid actor

🔹Just me, a commoner, singing passionately next to a group of children. NBD

🔹The ending is legit Squad Goals 🙌🏻

🔹But seriously though, it was so amazing to hear Scarlett's voice again. I absolutely cannot wait for this album

🔹Might just hold back all my strife so that I can watch it again on December 22nd and cry all over again

#black widow spoilers #sing 2 spoilers #sing 2 #taron egerton #bono #taylor swift #letitia wright #shuri #tori kelly #reese witherspoon #halsey #marvel spoilers

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Camp North Star - July 10th

AFAB!Reader x Yanan x Kang Hyunggu x Adachi Yuto

Word Count: 4814

Contents: dance studio sex, Yanan is an instigator, oral (giving and receiving), fingering (on reader and another member), protected sex, anal (not involving reader)

You and Yuto cheered as Hyunggu finished showing you the choreography he had been working on. He looked a little nervous but a cute grin spread across his face at your encouragement, first meeting you in the mirror and then turning towards you.

“I’m still working on it. I think it’s good but, you know.”

“I know that it’s great!” You said.

“It was really good,” Yuto agreed.

“Yeah, pretty cool,” Yanan added. “Could use more floor grinding though.”

You snorted while Yuto and Hyunggu laughed.

“Yanan, just because it can be sexual doesn’t mean it has to be.” You said.

“Au contraire,” He said. “It makes it much more fun.”

“You just want to see me grind on the floor,” Hyunggu snickered. Yuto and you burst out laughing at the surprised, even impressed, look on Yanan’s face. Quickly however, it melted into a smirk.

“Maybe I do.”

Hyunggu was still giggling as he walked closer. “Maybe I should do something about that.”

Whether Yanan was playing along or actually flirting you didn’t know. There truly was no way to know with him. Either way, he was giving Hyunggu a sultry stare which had Yuto and you leaning on each other as you giggled uncontrollably.

“Be careful what you start,” Yanan said as Hyunggu came within reach.

“I know what I’m doing.” Hyunggu reached down for Yanan’s hands. But Yanan moved too quickly for him, grabbing at his hips and trying to pull him onto his lap.

Hyunggu’s face went red and he stumbled back, falling to the floor as Yuto and you cackled. Yanan chuckled to himself as he stood from the couch, stretching his arms out a little as he looked down at Hyunggu who was still recovering.

“Well as fun as that was, I say it’s about time we get some music going.”

“I’m game,” you said, getting to your feet.

Yuto followed suit. “Now I’m curious how you’re going to dance.”

“It’s a treat,” Yanan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows before turning to the sound system. Yuto helped Hyunggu to his feet and you stretched out your arms as if you really knew how to warm up. There wasn’t much of a point to dancing. It was simply for fun, for goofiness. But Hyunggu let you into the studio, and Yanan and Yuto wanted to join. It was a plus to see Hyunggu’s choreo too, he was better than he gave himself credit for being.

The three of you turned your attention to Yanan as a particularly suggestive song started playing on the sound system. Yanan gave you all a suggestive look as he dimmed the lights a bit.

“Yanan if I didn’t know any better I would think you’re trying to start an orgy,” you chuckled.

“I would not put it past him,” Hyunggu said.

“Hey wherever it goes is where it goes,” Yanan chuckled.

You snorted but still started moving to the music. Hyunggu was quick to join in, seemingly recovered and ready to be cheeky again. As Yanan and Yuto started moving to the slow jam Hyunggu put his hands on his knees and threw his ass back. You all let out a laugh at the slow sensual twerk he was attempting but quickly you were joining him, giggling the whole time. Yuto couldn’t stop laughing at the sight while Yanan snickered before pulling Hyunggu up to standing.

Yanan rested his arm over Hyunggu’s shoulder as Hyunggu got closer, dancing up on each other. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Hyunggu kept giggling as you grabbed Yuto’s hand and pulled him up behind you. You swayed your hips, feeling his hand land gently in a sweet touch on your waist. You sunk into a squat as you danced, amused by the surprised look that crossed his face in the mirror.

Your attention went back to Yanan and Hyunggu as Yanan tilted Hyunggu’s face towards his and leaned in. For a moment it seemed that Hyunggu was going to kiss him before his face broke into a smile and he ducked out of the way with a laugh.

You stood back to your feet just before Yanan stole your dance partner. You felt Hyunggu come up behind you, taking your hips. You ground back against him while looking back over your shoulder.

“You’re bold for someone who chickened out on a kiss,” you chuckled.

He giggled into the back of your neck. “Shut up.”

“Oh! Looks like you’re the only chicken.” You said as you caught the sight in front of you. Yanan had been dancing with Yuto, a hand on his hip. But he had pulled him closer and despite the blush on Yuto’s face, he had let his eyes flutter closed as he locked lips with Yanan.

“What?! Awh man,” Hyunggu mumbled as he looked up and took in the sight.

You chuckled at him, swaying your hips a little more as he pouted on your shoulder. Still, he kept dancing with you, grinding against your ass, even if he was a little moody. His hands gripped your hips just a little tighter as he moved to the song, pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck.

Yanan pulled away from his kiss with Yuto looking very satisfied with himself. Yuto clung to him, catching his breath and a little reluctant to let go. Yanan leaned in, murmuring something in his ear. You couldn’t hear it from where you were but you could gather that it had to be suggestive from just how flustered Yuto became.

Yanan managed to get out of his grip, setting his sights on you. You heard Hyunggu let out a small whine as Yanan got closer, not quite ready to let go of you yet.

“Can I cut in for a moment?” Yanan asked.

“Sure,” Hyunggu mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Yanan chuckled as he took a hold of your waist, pulling you closer. “I’ll give them back, eventually.”

Hyunggu fully let go of you as Yanan pulled you, wasting no time in kissing you. You let your hands trail up his arms as you leaned into him, letting his tongue past your lips. You had to admit, he was a good kisser.

Yanan’s hands slid down your back and to your ass. You grinned slightly into his kisses as he grabbed at you, pulling you closer against him. And a laugh almost bubbled it’s way out of your throat when he pressed his hips into you and you felt that he was undeniably getting hard.

“You really are trying to start an orgy,” you murmured against his lips.

“I mean I’m banking on you being down, even if the others aren’t.” He replied.

“I’m down,” you hummed, meeting his eyes for a moment before he looked over your shoulder and snorted.

“I don’t think we’ll have trouble getting them involved,” he chuckled.

You spun around and let out a laugh as you caught sight of Yuto and Hyunggu pulling each other closer in the midst of a heated makeout. You felt Yanan wrap his arms around you, pressing against you and grinding subtly against your ass. He leaned his lips near your ear.

“I was hoping this would happen when I left them both frustrated.”

“You are something else, Yanan,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he purred before letting go of you. You followed him as he moved closer to them. The two broke apart, both blushing and flustered once they realized the attention was on them. Yanan let a hand trail down each of their arms.

“What do you say we turn the heat up?” He proposed.

It was almost comical how quickly the two started nodding. Yanan took Yuto’s hand and you wrapped an arm around Hyunggu, leading him to the couch. Yanan took Yuto to the barre that ran along the wall, kissing him and pressing him back against it.

Hyunggu had his bottom lip caught between his teeth as you pushed him back to sit on the couch. You leaned down over him, one hand braced on his thigh and the other landing in his lap. Your lips brushed against his and you smirked, staying just out of reach of a kiss as you started to palm his half hard cock through his sweats.

“You’ve been getting needy,” you murmured.

“Can you blame me?” He mumbled, his voice already a little breathy.

“Not at all,” you gave him the smallest of kisses before sinking to your knees. “Just sit back and enjoy.”

“I can do that,” a ghost of a grin was on his lips as he replied. You smirked up at him as your hands found the waist of his sweats. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull them down along with his boxers. He sunk back into the couch as you moved between his legs, meeting his gaze as you wrapped a hand around his cock.

He let out a little sigh, but it was overshadowed by Yuto’s low whine. You pumped Hyunggu’s cock as you glanced over at them. Yanan was on his knees, a hand wrapped around Yuto’s cock as he moved his head, taking him into his mouth. Yuto was gripping the barre, knees a little weak as he leaned back into it heavily.

You brought your gaze back to meet Hyunggu’s as you took him into your mouth. The way his face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knit and mouth hung open in a moan at the sensation had a rush of arousal running through your body, down your spine to your core.

You brought a hand to his thigh, squeezing the soft skin as you moved at a steady pace, hand around the base of his cock getting a little tighter. Hyunggu let out a steady series of moans as you took your time, not moving too fast. His eyes fell shut and his hand traveled to your head, tangling into your hair.

Hyunggu tried to urge you to move a little faster but you kept your pace slow. He let out a whine and you moaned around him in reply. He tried to press his hips towards you but you dug your nails into his thigh before pulling back off his cock.

“I told you to sit back and enjoy.” You teased.

He gripped your hair a little more strongly. “You’re going too slow.”

“I want you to savour it.”

“I’ve savoured enou-” his words broke off into another moan as you took him back into your mouth, humming around him. You moved just a little faster but slow enough to keep him frustrated.

His moans grew more and more whiny and desperate with each passing moment. His hips kept trying to move and each glance up at his face gave you the sight of pleasure on his pretty features.

Yuto’s moans were no better. They were still low but they were growing louder and louder. The tone was filled with so much desperation. And the sounds of your own mouth moving on Hyunggu’s cock were nothing to the sounds Yanan was letting. Lewd, wet sounds and gagging as he took Yuto’s cock into his throat.

You pressed your thighs together, so preoccupied with the sounds filling the studio. The symphony around had tremors running through you and your cunt aching for any kind of attention now.

Your gaze shifted back to Yuto as he shakily pushed Yanan back. From the edges of your view you could make out the smirk on Yanan’s face and the mess his lips had become, a string of saliva still connecting them to Yuto’s cock.

You brought your attention back to Hyunggu, watching the look on his face as you heard Yanan get up. He and Yuto came closer. Yanan sat next to Hyunggu on the couch and wasted no time in slipping his hand under Hyunggu’s shirt while kissing up the side of his neck. Hyunggu let out a particularly needy whine as Yanan started to tease his nipples.

You didn’t notice Yuto was behind you until you felt the gentle touch on your hip and then his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Do you want some attention?” His voice was still breathy but his tone was so sweet as he spoke. You gave him an “mhm” and felt his hand dip down. You let your legs press open a bit as Yuto ran his hand over your inner thigh, squeezing while pressing kisses to your shoulder. He brought it up to your waist before slipping it into the waistband of your shorts. His hand stayed over your panties as he started to rub slowly.

You let out a moan around Hyunggu’s cock at the pleasurable feeling. Your hips pressed forward into his touch, aching for more of the sparks that shot through your body. The touch was everything you needed in that moment as you listened to Hyunggu’s whines, moving a little faster.

Hyunggu’s whines had climbed higher in his voice. You glanced up at him to see his head had fallen against the back of the couch. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths, Yanan’s hand still under his shirt, teasing his nipples, and lips on his neck.

You wrapped your hand more tightly around his cock, pumping the base faster now. Your hips were rocking into Yuto’s hand and the pleasure rushing through your own body had you moving faster, more desperately as you took Hyunggu as deeply as you could manage into your mouth, his moans only spurring you on more.

“F-Fuck,” Hyunggu’s hands pushed at your head, pushing you back off his cock before he could cum. “O-Okay, I-I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Why don’t we switch positions then?” Yanan murmured.

You all agreed quickly. You moved back to let Hyunggu get up. Yanan took his hand, pulling him around in front of him. Yuto helped you up onto the couch, staying on his knees and shifting closer. His hands ran over your shorts as Hyunggu kneeled in front of Yanan.

“Can I take these off?” He asked sweetly.

“Absolutely,” you hummed, lifting your hips. He pulled off your shorts and panties. You watched as he bit down on his lip while spreading your legs. His eyes flickered up to look at you.

“Can I?”

You grinned down at him, threading your fingers into his hair and pulling him a little closer. His hands found your hips, pulling them closer to the edge of the couch. He kept his gaze looking up at you sweetly while he leaned in, gently running his tongue through your folds with a quiet moan.

“Mmm, just like that,” you hummed. Yuto kept a slow, gentle pace and you let yourself enjoy the sensation while Yanan next to you let out a breathy moan.

You gazed over, seeing Hyunggu between his legs, already taking a lot of Yanan’s cock into his mouth. His hands were wrapped around the base of Yanan’s cock and his eyes were trained up on Yanan’s, taking in his heated gaze. The sight alone was arousing and had you tightening your hold in Yuto’s hair.

You looked back down at him, feeling him move a little faster as his tongue lapped at your clit. You let out moans of your own, pressing your hips towards him. You could feel and hear every moan that he let out. His eyes had fallen closed and he had one hand squeezing at your thigh while the other trailed closer and closer to your core.

“I want to feel your fingers,” you murmured down to him, knowing he was already thinking the same thing. Yuto gave you a quick gaze, slightly smiling against you as he brought his finger to your entrance, teasing you a little.You keened forwards, hips pressing closer until he dipped his finger inside.

“Mmm fuck yes,” you moaned, letting your eyes slip shut. You rocked your hips forwards as he started to finger you, moving in slow thrusts at first but quickly starting to speed up. His tongue kept its steady movements over your clit and you reveled in the pleasure that was coursing through you, the coil starting to curl in your core.

You felt Yanan’s hand pulling up the edge of your shirt. You looked over at him, finding his heated gaze now trained on you.

“Can I take this off?” He purred.

“Mhm,” you nodded, sitting up a little bit. Yanan reached over and pulled your shirt up over your head. He threw it to the side and before you could tell him to take off his own, he’d captured you in a kiss.

You gasped at the way he gripped your jaw, pulling you in for a messy kiss, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hands gripped at his shirt, Yuto keeping your hips from moving away from himself too much, eating you out a little more quickly now.

Yanan let his hands shift around your body to undo your bra. You grinned against his lips as you shrugged it off before bringing a hand back to Yuto’s hair, and the other slipped up under Yanan’s shirt.

He let out a breathy moan against your lips that had you feeling smug as you started to tease his nipples. The kisses between you were messy and full of moans but it made it that much hotter as you took in the sounds of both Yuto and Hyunggu going down on you both.

Any smugness was wiped from your system though, and you cursed against his lips, as Yanan pinched one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it roughly. You pressed your chest closer to him, attention only pulling away as Yuto pressed more fingers into your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, the only thing keeping you close enough to kiss Yanan’s hand on your jaw again. Your head was spinning and the coil in your core had grown tighter and tighter from Yuto’s movements. His fingers were moving faster now, lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as Yanan teased your chest.

You cried out as you fell back against the couch, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs pressed in around Yuto’s body, his fingers still moving into your dripping core. Yanan pulled his hands away from you, letting you fall away from him as your body trembled until you started to push Yuto back, then pulling him up to kiss you.

“That was so good,” you murmured breathily against his lips, hands holding his cheeks. You felt the couch shift as Yanan stood up.

“I-I’m glad,” even now he seemed a little flustered with the praise.

“You’ll have to do that again for me some time.”

Yuto giggled against your lips, nodding slightly. You kissed him a few more times before letting him pull back as Yanan came closer. He had a few things in his hands but threw a condom at the two of you.

“Did you just have those?”

“I had one,” he chuckled. “I got the rest from your bag.”

“H-Hey!” You felt heat rising to your cheeks. Yanan rolled his eyes.

“You have them to use them, don’t you?”

You shut your mouth. He was right of course. That was why you had them in your bag. Still, you didn’t need the others to know you kept them in your bag.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. “Why don’t you two have some fun, I’m not quite done with Hyunggu yet.”

You watched as Hyunggu blushed deeply but took Yanan’s hand and got to his feet. Yanan took him over to the barre and you turned your attention back to Yuto. He still looked a little flustered but there was an eagerness to his gaze as well.

“Why don’t you sit down,” you said.

Yuto followed your suggestion. You were a little wobbly getting to your feet but it wasn’t for long. Just enough time to roll the condom onto Yuto while giving him a kiss before you kneeled on the couch, straddling his lap.

His hands found your hips, squeezing them a little as you took his cock in your hand aligning it with your entrance. You gave him another look, seeing the eager grin on his face. You held his gaze as you slowly sunk down on his cock, both of you letting out moans.

“Every part of you feels good,” you moaned against his lips. The way he giggled shyly was too cute and you pressed kisses to his face as you ground your hips down, still so sensitive from your first release.

A whiny moan caught both of your attentions and you gazed over you see Hyunggu holding onto the barre, already panting. His cheek was pressed against the wall and his ass pressed back as Yanan thrust a finger into him, already finding a quick pace. Yanan’s lips left bite marks on Hyunggu’s thighs and ass.

It was starting to work you up again. You savoured the feeling of Yuto’s cock moving inside you and how each movement sent pleasure shooting through your body. The sounds of his low moans mixed with Hyunggu’s whiny ones and breathy ones in the hot air, just making you all feel more and more turned on.

“C-Can you-” Yuto looked at you with heavily lidded eyes, hands squeezing your hips. You grinned at him as he blushed, pretty sure of what he wanted. Your hands came to his shoulders and you braced yourself before coming up and then fucking yourself down on his cock.

“O-Oh god,” He moaned, head falling back against the couch. “P-Please-”

“I’m not gonna stop,” you murmured to him. “This feels so good.”

The sounds of your own moans were drowned out by Hyunggu whining out Yanan’s name. You gazed over to see his legs trembling a little as Yanan fucked two fingers into his ass. Hyunggu was pressing his ass back as much as he could and letting out yelps and cries as Yanan nipped and bit at his ass.

The more it turned you on the faster you fucked Yuto. His moans stayed low but grew louder as you came down on his cock, shifting your angle just a little until he was hitting just the right spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders,

“So f-fucking good,” your voice faltered as you moaned. “You feel s-so good.”

Yuto panted and moaned in response, squeezing your hips each time you spoke. His hips rocked up to meet you, making the sensation just a little better and you felt the coil slowly starting to curl in your core as your body edged towards it’s second orgasm, close to chasing your high again.

Lewd sounds filled the air. Each time you came down on Yuto’s cock you took in the sounds of skin on skin. The way he moaned a little louder when you came down a little harder. And the sounds of Yanan’s fingers fucking Hyunggu along with his desperate moans and cries of Yanan’s name.

Your legs trembled a little beneath you and you came down fully on his cock before grinding down on him quickly. You clenched around his cock, watching as pleasure contorted his features. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hung open in a series of moans and pants as you moved your hips.

You leaned down a little on him, your own eyes falling closed as you ground at just the right angle to rub your clit against his body. The feeling was heavenly and your head ended up against his chest as you started to chase your own high.

But your moment was cut short as Hyunggu let out a frustrated whine that drew your attention.

Yanan had pulled away from him and both you and Yuto were looking over at him. Hyunggu pressed his hips back but Yanan stood up, murmuring something to him before pulling him to the couch.

“I think it’s about time to swap.” Yanan grinned as you climbed off of Yuto’s lap. “Yuto, Hyunggu is dying for someone to fuck him.”

Both of them blushed and you held in your giggle at their reactions. Still, Yanan had Hyunggu bend over the arm of the couch, bracing his hands on it before he beckoned Yuto closer. You sat on the other couch arm and watched as Yanan murmured something to Yuto, making him even more flustered, but also giving him a certain fire in his eyes.

Your attention followed Yanan as he sauntered towards you, rolling a condom on. He pulled you up to stand, pressing your hips back against the couch as he kissed you roughly.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he purred.

“I don’t blame you,” you grinned.

“You’re too cocky,” he chuckled.

“I simply match your energy,” you teased.

He pulled back from the near kiss, eyes full of both lust and amusement. “Shut up and bend over.”

You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips as you did what he said. You braced your hands on the couch, feeling him grind against you. A moan left your lips as his cock ground through your folds. You met Hyunggu’s eyes, nearly close enough to kiss him until Yanan and Yuto pushed into both of you at the same time.

Gasps left your lips and Hyunggu’s arms immediately gave out, chest falling against the couch. Yuto seemed to give him shallow, steady thrusts at first but as soon as Yanan bottomed out he pulled almost fully out before slamming back into you.

“Holy fuck!” you cried, head falling forwards and eyes squeezing shut at the quick bursts of pleasure that shot through your body. Every thought left your head as he fucked you much harder than you were expecting.

The sounds in the studio only made your head spin more. Hyunggu let out a series of broken moans, gasping each time he felt particularly good. His hands reached out, grabbing onto you for some kind of purchase as Yuto started to go faster.

“Y-You’re so tight,” Yuto’s voice was low and breathy and both of you had been so close that you knew he was chasing his own high now. You could hear the way his hips had speed up and he was fucking Hyunggu a little harder.

But it was still nothing to Yanan. His hands gripped your hips strongly, holding you up even as your legs started to tremble. He thrust into you fast and rough. He let out his own groans that just mixed in the feelings inside you, pulling you closer to your edge.

Hyunggu let out a cry of Yuto’s name. You managed to lift your head to see Yuto reaching down to pump Hyunggu’s cock quickly. Hyunggu’s body started to shake and he squeezed his hand around your, face pressed into the couch cushions as he came hard. Yuto kept his hips, moving just a little faster, so close to finishing himself.

You felt one of Yanan’s hands leave your hip. It slid under you and pressed between your legs, quickly rubbing over you clit.

Your own eyes squeezed shut and you screamed out as you came, only barely hearing Yuto’s own moans as he released as well. Your legs fully gave out but Yanan’s hand and the couch under you held you up as he fucked you through your orgasm, through the ocean of bliss rushing through every inch of your body as it shook.

You could barely make the words to express how sensitive you were as he gave you a few final thrusts before stopping with a groan, releasing. You felt the tremor that ran through his body with his hips pressed against your ass.

You felt the couch shifting around but you couldn’t manage to open your eyes. You felt Yanan’s hands on you, much more gentle as he helped you shift around to sit on the couch. You felt your body sliding down as you panted before he sat beside you, pulling your legs across his legs and moving your head to rest on his chest. You could tell Yuto was moving Hyunggu around as well and he was murmuring sweet encouragements to him.

“You doing okay, dude?” Yanan asked gently. His casual words with such a sweet tone made you laugh as you blearily opened your eyes.

“Yeah,” you managed, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Good,” he said, patting your back. “Glad to hear it.”

You snickered at how awkward he sounded as you snuggled into his chest. Behind you you heard Hyunggu mumbling.

“Are we gonna do this again sometime?”

Yanan and you couldn't contain your laughter.

“I think you need some rest,” Yuto chuckled.

Yanan reached over to ruffle his hair. “I’ll start another orgy for you anytime,” he snickered.

#camp north star au #cns au #pentagon imagines #pentagon smut #yanan smut #yanan imagines #kang hyunggu smut #hyunggu imagines #hyunggu smut #kino imagines #kino smut #yuto imagines #yuto smut #adachi yuto smut

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theyscreamjade · 3 years

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Jade booo 🥺 Can I request how Izuku, Kiri, Mirio and Bakugou approaching a black reader who they’ve been eyeing in the club all night?

Hugs bc tumblr is being a bitch to you 💜

Start Off With A Dice Roll

So, THANKS TO TUMBLR and something a glitch?! My inbox was..YEETED INTO A UNKNOWN OBLIVION AND I CANT GET IT BACK. I emailed tumblr and tried to find the emails of when I received them..and that’s not even working. So, if you had a request. I’m so so sorry, I don’t know what happened. Please forgive me. Let’s go though.

Disclaimer: Possible Drinking, Smoking and Cursing. (You know this is what I do.)

* Damn it’s been a minute since I’ve spoke about my broccoli boy.

* Let me tell you the number one thing with Deku, Even if you two been eyeing each other all night, even if he’s the number one hero, EVEN if he’s a BIG ADULT!

* he’s still a shy boi at heart and you expect him to approach that melanin all smooth?

* Honey, it’s going to be more like chunky peanut butter, smooth in some parts, awkward in others.

* Why do I see him taking the advice of Kirishima or Denki while there?

* Make the poor boy give the worst pickup line yet just to make you give him a look as if you’re asking ‘you okay?’

* ‘If you were a Transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine.’

* He’ll apologize afterward and say his friend recommended it and if you smile or giggle, yeah. That relaxes him.

* After getting the normal stuff out the way, if you say anything about what do you like. You know what you finna get.

* A whole hour of Deku talking about All Might or hero’s, you may leave the club knowing so much about heroes that you could take a quiz on BuzzFeed or some website about it.

* It’s cute how you are just chilling and just randomly slips up by asking for your number before turning into an embarrassing mess.

* He’s gonna call later that night to make sure you’re okay, safe and at home.

* My little sunny side up ball of sunshine couldn’t help but admire you.

* From the moment you walked in, it was like a magnetic reaction. If it was your clothes or how your hips swayed to the music or even your laughter of your friends shenanigans.

* He didn’t want to seem creepy by staring even Tamaki had to pester him a bit for staring.

* You were just intoxicating, he didn’t even know you.

* So when he approaches you, he gives you the corniest joke known to man.

* ‘Are you a bank loan? Because you got my interest.’

* Your smile and uncontrollable laughter just makes his heart flutter at you.

* He’s only a bit tipsy from his drink but you got him drunk from you.

* Even though the booming music, his focus is on you and ensures he can hear you.

* The way your skin sparkles from the club lights or the sweet smell of your leave-in conditioner in your hair. You had him hooked!

* All night, he just makes you laugh until you’re nearly dying of laughter. You cant even finish your drink at his adorable vibe he gave off.

* He asks for your number so smooth, you don’t even realize you gave it away until you’re home.

* You receive a text message from him that instantly makes you smile.

* Kiripima! I love this man! I really really do!

* So, Kirishima didn’t spot you until it was nearly time to go.

* He spotted you in the crowd and he was speechless. His jaw dropped when he glanced at you, taking a double-take just to be sure he wasn’t full-blown drunk.

* Yes, you were possibly sweaty, twerking, or even dancing your heart out but you gave the best impression.

* It was obvious you didn’t care and let loose, it had to take your friend to tap your shoulder to let you know he was eyeing you.

* You giggled softly and yep, that was it. He walked over to you.

* It slick started awkwardly, he gave you a good impression and gives you an adorable pickup line that makes you melt from his words.

* ‘You’ve got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is my absolute favorite’

* (He asked for it.)

* Big red smooth with it too honey, he trying to reel you in but you know he’s trying a bit too hard so once the basics were out the way.

* You adored his true adorable self and offered for his number before he could ask for yours.

* Oh, Just so you know. He takes you home, that’s not manly to let you go home without some protection.

* This bastard isn’t going to admit his infatuation with you, but he is though.

* He can’t describe what it is, but something about you.

* If it was your hair, outfit or something; hell, homeboy didn’t know.

* He couldn’t stop staring at you and that hardly ever happens with him.

* If it was how you rejecting guys left and right or how your body moved with the booming bass of music. Hell, you didn’t even stand out but to Bakugo.

* He could eye you from any damn crowd.

* He may not approach at first, cause he attempted a few times but often talked himself out of it.

* Third times a charm right?

* He approaches you and actually causally talks to you, getting the basics out of the way.

* BUT LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HIS SMOOTH ASS okay?! HES A BIT TIPSY BUT THAT PICKUP LINE SLIDES LIKE BUTTER FROM HIM. Hits you with that.

* ‘Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?’

* BITCH, YOU PAUSED HOW HE JUST LIKE...BITCH?! HOW IN THE FUCK?!

* You can’t even react and he just smirks at your silence while casually continues on with the regularly scheduled program.

* If you don’t give him that number, I’d fight you.

* Once you’re home, he’ll send you a message to make sure you’re okay but make it seem as if he’s not checking on you.

#my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #i hope you like this #my hero academia fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha mirio togata #bnha eijiro kirishima #eijiro x black reader #bakugo x black reader #izuku x black!reader #mirio x black!reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons

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krreader · 3 years

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TXT scenario → helping you get over your ex.

pairing: txt x reader fandom: txt warnings: / genre: angst ; fluff word count: 1k+

a/n: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING LOVE ♥

choi yeonjun

Call it intuition, but once two hours passed since your last message, Yeonjun knew that something was wrong again.

Instead of texting you for the tenth time, however, he decided to simply facetime you and was instantly met with your crying face. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I knew it.”

You let out a laugh, despite the tears running out of your eyes, “Yeah.. your pep-talk helped for like an hour... then it was back to this.”

“I'll be done here in an hour, then I'll come.”

“No, don't bother. I'll just sob my eyes out.”

“Then sob them out while I'm there, at least.”

You were sure that he must be annoyed by this at this point. You've been crying over your ex for two weeks straight and Yeonjun was there every day, despite him being busy himself. But he never once complained. He encouraged you day in and day out and then drove over to your place at night to hold you and tell you that it'd be okay.

If there was ever a time that you knew he was your best friend for life, it was now.

choi soobin

It's been four weeks since you broke up with your boyfriend. And while it was getting better, it was no way near okay. You were still having the urge to cry every day and on most days, you just gave in and did.

But tonight, you cried for a whole different reason.

When you got home from work, you found a letter in front of your door. Hopes of it being from your ex arose – which was stupid, but couldn't be avoided – but then confusion set in when you realized it was from Soobin.

“I hate leaving you like this. You telling me you'll be fine doesn't help, neither does the thought of seeing our fans overseas. But there is one good thing that I can do right now. Finally telling you what's been on my mind for months. Me being gone gives me the opportunity to pour out my heart and hope that when I come back, you'll still like me. Maybe just as much as I like you. Which is more than a friend. Blunt, I know, but I don't know how else to say it. I was your best friend first, but slowly started developing feelings for you and wanted to confess right when you started dating that prick. I hated seeing you two together, because I knew that he wasn't good for you. But I didn't say anything. I just watched you be happy and held you when you weren't. All the while my own heart was breaking. Not just for my sake, but for yours. I know how hard these last weeks were for you and I just need you to know that you deserve better. You deserve someone that treats you like the kind and wonderful woman that you are. Whether or not that can be me will be your decision, but please know that I would never hurt you like he hurt you. Because to me, you actually mean the world.”

choi beomgyu

Beomgyu had come over the moment that you started sobbing uncontrollably on the phone and has been holding you in his arms ever since he arrived. The two of you had been sitting on your couch in silence, only your sobs echoing through the apartment.

It was only now that you had finally started to calm down, that he tried to make you feel a little better.

“Our songs are unfortunately not the right songs for a situation like this, otherwise I would have given you a private performance.”

You chuckled, “Thanks.”

“But I recently listened to that one song,” he pulled out his phone and a moment later 'Best Friend' by Doja Cat and Saweetie started playing.

It caught you so off-guard that you actually started laughing. Wholeheartedly. The first time ever since your break-up. Even more so when Beomgyu started twerking.

You loved that guy to bits.

kang taehyun

This was the third time that you and your – now – ex have broken up. Taehyun had been there for you every time, encouraged you for hours, only for you to run back to him and let yourself be treated like shit once more.

He wanted to be mad at you for it, but he couldn't. Not when he loved you so much. More than he could ever tell you, simply because he was afraid of what would happen if you knew.

Tonight was the third, and last time, you would show up at his door crying because you broke up with him.

Because tonight, he finally had enough.

“I told you he was an idiot! I told you he'd do it again! Because he never loved you, not like I..-”

You stopped crying that moment. Even if he stopped himself, it was already too late. You heard that I, you heard that pause and you saw that shock in his eyes.

“You deserve better,” he said quietly and walked into the kitchen to make you a cup of tea.

There, he was ready to punch himself in the face for slipping up. But only for a little while. Because after a few minutes, two arms snuck around his waist and he felt your cheek pressing against his back.

You didn't say a word, you just hugged him like this.

What that meant, neither of you knew. But it was what you both needed right now.

kai huening

Kai had walked out of the living room to go to the bathroom for maybe two minutes. And what happened when he walked back? He saw you texting your ex.

“No, no, no,” he sprinted towards your phone and stole it out of your hand, holding it out of your reach when you wanted to grab it again, “There is absolutely no way you are doing that.”

“I just need him to know one last thing.”

“No, (Y/N). Texting your ex is a huge no-no. Especially one like him. He's not worth it.”

Not even your puppy face helped this time. Your best friend did not budge.

Even though he acted more like an overprotective brother. For which you were thankful in the end.

#txt scenario #txt x reader #txt imagine #txt reaction #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together scenario #tomorrow x together imagine #tomorrow x together reaction #kpop imagine #kpop scenario #kpop reaction #reader #requests

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your-denki-kun · 2 years

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Drunken Bottoms

A/N: I decided to write something funny for once so here you have it. Requests are welcome, just no smut. I do both headcanons or fanfics. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my mother language and I have dyslexia. If you want to use it for whatever reason please just ask me.

What: Drinking, platonic kamideku,

Word count: 2345

~3rd person pov.~

Seeing there was a party at the dorms Katsuki and Hitoshi decided it was best to leave the dorms, Eijirou tagged along so Katsuki wouldn't be alone and he knows Izuku and Denki will look out for one another. They're as close as you platonicly can be, he often needs to remind himself they aren't brothers just close.

''Are you sure it’s smart to leave the two of them there?'' Hitoshi asks, a bit more skeptical since he's known about their relationship way shorter.

''Yeah. Our Bunny is responsible and will look our for Kamibro.'' Eijirou smiles as he holds Katsuki's hand in his own.

''He's right. Deku will make sure Dunce Face doesn't do something stupid.''

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

''Hey, Izu.'' Denki starts as he looks at the Greenette. ''Wanna get some drinks?''

''Sure.'' Izuku smiles as he takes Denki's hand in his and the two head to the table with drinks.

''Lets take some punch.''

''Fine by me.''

Denki pours the both of them a red solo cup full of fruit punch and hands one cup to Izuku who thanks him and takes it. They both sip it and sigh in satisfaction seeing they had both been thirsty. They both down the cup and pour another one and another and another until the room starts spinning slightly.

''Denks, I feel funny.'' Izuku slurs as he giggles.

''Hihi, same. Lets dance.'' Denki giggles back as he puts down his cup and takes Izuku's hands, dragging him to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the dorm’s common room.

As they reach the middle of the dance floor they start messily moving their limps around trying to make it appear like they are dancing. When it fails however they start laughing as they start dancing with one another, making it look all hot and stuff. Grinding on one another, twerking, squatting while close to one another, touching one another all over.

People stare at them in disbelieve, knowing about the relationships they are currently in. Ashido and Sero walk over, knowing that the two are actually close and try getting them to stop, but the two just laugh more and start dancing with both of their friends, laughs never subsiding.

''Guys, you're both drunk.'' Ashido tries as she places her hands on Izuku's shoulders, hoping to get through to him.

''Nope. I'm not drunk.'' Izuku giggles as he shrugs her hands off and takes Denki's hands in his once more.

''Zuuuuzuuuuu.'' Denki giggles, speech slurred.

''Deeenkiiii.'' Izuku giggles back.

''I have the hottest boyfriend ever.''

''No way. Kacchan and Eiji are waaaay hotter.'' Izuku giggles back, loosing his footing slightly.

''Hihi, Kacchan and Kiri do be hot though.'' Denki giggles as he places his hands on Izuku's waist to steady him.

''My boyfriends, back off.''

''Mmmm, I have a boyfriend already.'' The two fall silent for a second. ''I'm thirsty.''

''Me too. Lets get some more of that red stuff, it's nice.''

Denki nods and the two walk off, leaving Ashido and Sero to walk after them with worried expressions on their face. The two drunken boys take another solo cup each full of the spiked punch. Staring at one another for a second they start giggling uncontrollably as they keep staring at one another.

''I'll call them.'' Sero mumbles with a sigh.

''Call Bakubabe, he'll pick up quickest.'' Ashido states before walking over to the giggling boys.

Sero simply sighs as he walks out of the dorms and stands at the top of the few steps leading up to the porch. Collecting his courage he fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, going to his contact list before clicking on Katsuki's contact list. Sero really doesn't want to be yelled at, but he knows he has to do it.

''Why the fuck are you calling me?!'' Katsuki barks as soon as he picks up.

''Sooo, could you guys maybe come back?'' Sero asks awkwardly, really wanting the conversation to just be over already.

''Why the fuck would we?''

''Kami and Midobro may or may not have taken some of the punch.''

''And?'' Katsuki pushes, having a feeling where this is going.

''Uhm, it might be spiked?''

''WHAT?!?!''

''Me and Ash saw them dancing and went over. They were twerking against one another and squatting and being sexual and everything. We can't get them to stop dancing and drinking.''

''We're on our way. Keep them the fuck away from the fucking punch.''

''Will try.''

A long beep sounds and Sero releases a breath of relief, he lived through that. He pockets his phone again and walks back inside, walking over to Ashido who's trying to get her friends to stop doing stupid things. She's failing miserably however.

''They're on their way.'' Sero whispers into her ear once he reaches them.

''Thank god.'' She mumbles as Denki and Izuku are hugging each other close.

''You're the best, Izu.'' Denki mumbles into the greenettes neck.

''Nah, you're the best.'' Izuku mumbles back as he holds the blond closer.

''Hey, Midoriya, Kami.'' Both boys look at Sero with half open eyes. ''Shinsou, Bakugou and Kiri are on their way. How about you guys wait out on the porch for them?''

''Kacchan! Ei!'' Izuku cheers as he lets go of Denki and runs off.

''Toshi!'' Denki cheers as he runs after his best friend.

''All Might help us.'' Sero and Ashido mutter as they run after the two drunk males.

They find Denki and Izuku running all over the porch as they giggle, the blond running after the greenette. Ashido and Sero lean against the wall beside the door and just keep an eye on them as they slightly relax.

''Zuuuzuuuu! Come here I want cuddles!'' Denki pouts as he gets closer to the greenette.

''Deeenkiiii! Cuddles!'' Izuku whines as he halts and opens his arms.

The blond is quick to hug the slightly taller male tightly as Izuku goes to lay on the ground on his side, Denki doing the same. They both giggle softly as they get comfortable and tangle their limbs together.

''Why are they like this?'' Sero mumbles with a soft groan.

''No idea. Lets just hope Bakubabe, Kiri and Shinsou come back soon so we can go back to the party.''

''Yeah.''

They stay silent as they watch the giggling boys cuddle and whisper softly to one another.

''Kacchan makes the best food.'' Izuku whispers as he giggles softly.

''Really? Do you think he'll let me try?''

''I'll make him. He loves my cuddles, so if I threaten him with not giving him any I'm sure he'll let you try.''

''You're the best friend ever, Zuzu.''

''No you are.''

''Toshi has the fluffiest cats ever.''

''Ohh, do you think he'll let me pet them?''

''Of course. But Toshi is mine.''

''Mhm, Kacchan and Ei are mine. You no touch them.''

''You no touch Toshi.''

''Hihi, you look funny with that face.''

''Meanie.'' Denki pouts as he slightly turns away.

''Nooooo. Denkiiiiiii. I sowwy! Pwease fowgive me!'' Izuku whines as he reaches for the blond.

''Fine, but I want cuddles.''

''Okay!'' Izuku smiles as he holds Denki close and cuddles up to him.

''What the fuck?'' Katuski mumbles as he sees his boyfriend cuddled up to the other blond on the floor.

''Yeah, they get needy when drunk it seems. Well, we're going back inside. Good luck with those two.'' Ashido smiles as she drags Sero inside with her.

''Izu, bunny, we're back.'' Eijirou smiles as he slowly approaches the two cuddling drunk boys.

''Ei!'' Izuku cheers as he jumps up and wraps himself around the redhead.

''Hey.'' He chuckles as he wraps his arms around him.

''Toshi!'' Denki cheers as he sees the tired teen while looking at Izuku.

''Hey, Kitten.'' Hitoshi smiles as the blond jumps at him and holds him close.

''Oi, Deku. Why did you get drunk?'' Katsuki asks as he walks over to his hugging boyfriends.

''I'm not drunk, Kacchan! Me and Denki just drank the punch and it was really good. Makes me feel funny and fuzzy.'' Izuku giggles as he reaches out for Katsuki and holds his hands tightly.

''That literally means you're fucking drunk, Dumbass.'' Katsuki groans, causing tears to well up in Izuku's eyes.

''Bunny?'' Eijirou asks when he feels the greenette shake in his hold.

''Kacchan hates me!'' Izuku cries as fat tears fall from his eyes.

''Kacchan! You meany! You made Zuzu cry!'' Denki exclaims as he releases Hitoshi and runs over to Izuku, taking him from Eijirou as he holds him close.

''Denki, give Izu back to me please.'' Eijirou sighs as he walks closer.

''No!''

''Denki. Give Kirishima Midoriya.'' Hitoshi sighs as he walks over.

''But Kacchan made Zuzu cry!'' Denki exclaims with teary eyes.

''Can I at least join the hug?'' Eijirou asks, causing Denki to look at him for a few seconds.

''Fine.''

Eijirou smiles and walks over to the two and wraps his arms around Izuku, burying his face in the shorter's hair. The ash blond looks at them in annoyance as he rolls his eyes, already done with the overly emotional green bean. Hitoshi seems to notice and walks closer to the angry blond.

''Just take him up to one of your rooms and give him a glass of water to sober up. I'm gonna do the same with Denks.'' The tired teen mumbles as he looks at the three hugging teens.

''Yeah, oi, Deku, Red, we're going to my room.'' Katsuki states, voice a bit louder so they actually hear him.

''Sure thing, Kat. Come on, Bunny, we're going to Kat's room.'' Eijirou smiles as he gently pulls Izuku away from Denki.

''No! Kacchan hates me! He won't let me in his room! I wanna stay with Denki! He likes me and will let me into his room!'' Izuku cries as he clings to Denki tighter.

''Deku, look at me.'' Katsuki grumbles as he walks over and Izuku glances at him. ''I don't fucking hate you. Sorry for making you think that however. Now come up to my fucking room with me and Red.''

''Promise?'' Izuku whispers as he lets go of Denki and takes a step towards Katsuki.

''Promise what?''

''Promise you don't hate me.''

''I fucking promise, now come here.'' Katsuki grumbles as he slightly opens his arms.

''Kacchan!'' Izuku cheers as he jumps at Katsuki and holds him tight.

''Come on, Red, we're going up.'' Katsuki sighs as he picks up Izuku and starts walking inside.

''Good luck with Kamibro, Shinso.'' Eijirou waves at the purple haired teen as he follows after Katsuki.

''Thanks, good luck with Midoriya.''

''Thanks.'' Eijirou chuckles as he looks at his boyfriends and follows them past the crowed and up the stairs.

The entire walk up to Katsuki's room Izuku mumbles praises, random thoughts and sweet words. Eijirou finds it cute and funny, but Katsuki finds it slightly annoying. Once they reach his room he walks inside and drops Izuku onto his bed.

''Hihi, it bounces.'' Izuku giggles as he slightly bounces up and down, giggling more.

''God.'' Katsuki groans in annoyance.

''It does, Bunny, but be careful. We don't want you to hurt yourself.'' Eijirou smiles as he walks over to Izuku and ruffles his hair.

''Your hand is big and warm.''

''Is it now?''

''Yes, keep doing that please.'' Izuku asks with innocent, wide eyes.

''Sure thing, Bunny.'' Eijirou chuckles as he keeps ruffling his hair.

''Oi, Deku, drink some water.'' Katsuki demands as he holds a glass of water in front of Izuku.

''Okay Kacchan!'' Izuku cheers as he grabs the glass and downs it. ''The punch was better.''

''I'm sure it was, Bunny, but this is better for you.''

''Kacchan, you need to let Denki taste your food.''

''No fucking way!''

''If you don't than no cuddles for a week.''

''........Fine.''

''Yay! Denki will be so happy with that! But he can't steal you! You're my Kacchan, and Ei's Kacchan!''

''Yes, he is ours.'' Eijirou smirks as he looks at the blushing Katsuki.

''Just go to fucking sleep.''

''But I'm not tired yeeeeet.'' Izuku whines dramatically.

''If you lay down we'll cuddle you.'' Eijriou bribes with a smirk.

''Yay!'' Izuku cheers as he crawls under the covers and stares at them.

Eijirou chuckles as he strips to his boxers and crawls in behind him. The both of them look at Katsuki as he strips to his boxers as well and gets in, pulling Izuku into his chest as he tugs his head underneath his chin.

''Now fucking sleep.''

''Fineeee.'' Izuku whines tiredly.

It doesn't take long before they hear soft gentle snores coming from the greenette, causing Eijirou to chuckle softly. Katsuki just pulls Eijirou closer as well and closes his own eyes, mumbling a soft good night before falling asleep himself, the redhead not far behind.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

''Ugh, my head.'' Denki grumbles as he sits down beside Izuku on the couch.

''Yeah, Kacchan said it was the punch's fault. Someone spiked it.'' Izuku grumbles back as he leans against Denki.

''Never drinking again.''

''Same. Kacchan is making us breakfast by the way. Ei said it's because I told him to or else no cuddles for a week.''

''Hmm, I ain't complaining about that. Toshi said to invite you so you can pet his cats, something about me promising you could.''

''Nice.''

''Oi! Breakfast is ready! Come fucking eat!'' Katsuki barks from the kitchen.

''Inside voices.'' Izuku groans as he gets up and walks over.

''Yeah, yeah. Just fucking eat.''

''Okay Kacchan.'' Izuku smiles as he and Denki sit down and dig in.

''This is good, Bakubro.'' Denki smiles at the ash blond.

''Shut your fucking trap.''

''Kacchan be nice to him!'' Izuku exclaims before winching together with Denki at the loud noise.

''Shh.'' Denki shushes harshly.

''Shh.'' Izuku giggles softly as he continues eating.

''You two are idiots.''

''But I'm your idiot.'' Izuku grins proudly.

''Yeah, yeah. Just keep eating so we can go back to my fucking room.''

''Okay Kacchan.''

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slashscowboyboots · 3 years

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The Blackboard Jungle: Mother Earth and Father Time (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @no-stone-no-bone @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @harley-m-rose @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

All credits to the songwriters

“Well, how did your date go?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows.

You made an undignified strangled noise, and he grinned. “Not a match, huh? Was he a J-E-R-K?”

“Was he a cotton-headed ninny muggins?” Colton asked, peering over your desk at you.

“Yes,” you laughed, “he was definitely a cotton-headed ninny muggins. Do you like ‘Elf?’”

“You sit on a throne of lies,” he replied, his head dropping below the edge of the desk.

“And that’s that on that,” you said, looking up at Jeff.

He let out a low whistle. “Ninny muggins? Mmmm.”

“It was bad.”

Jeff placed his hands on his thighs and bent down to you. “How bad? Like gnaw your arm off and flee the trap bad?”

Leaning close enough to feel the warmth of his torso, you whispered, “Like the teacher’s union would need to provide me with bail and attorney fees bad.”

He pursed his lips, so adorable you nearly toppled off your chair. “Oooh, you were thinking nasty thoughts.”

“Very nasty.” You glanced at Mari and Tad. Their romance was on-again, the two of them sitting quietly and coloring the yellow and orange leaves both classes were making. Watching them brought a lump to your throat, knowing they would spend the rest of their lives together, side by side, their bond growing stronger by the year, and you just kept meeting all the effing ninny muggins the world had to offer.

Jeff noticed where your eyes landed and pulled a tight smile. “They make it look so easy, don’t they?”

“They do,” you murmured. With a sigh, you got up from your desk and turned on the TV. You originally had a few qualms about showing your class the animated version of “Charlotte’s Web,” fearing it might be too much, but when your pupils hadn’t shown much concern for the passing of the class’s pet hamster Mr. Whiskers (RIP little guy, you deserved better), you decided to go for it.

They settled into it without much fuss, giggling at Templeton’s gluttonous visit to the fair, but you weren’t so strong. Tears stung your eyes at Charlotte’s first run through of “Mother Earth and Father Time,” but when she said goodbye with:

He turns the seasons around

And so she changes her gown

Mother earth and father time

How very special are we

For just a moment to be

Part of life’s eternal rhyme

you couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and when her children left Wilbur, you were uncontrollably sobbing. Looking over at Jeff in the dim light, you could see the tears shining on his face as well, and when the bell rang, he pressed a strong hand onto your shoulder. “Stay here,” he commanded, then he led the students out to the bus.

“What’s with her?” one of your pupils asked as they walked past your desk.

“She hasn’t been the same since that hamster ate it,” another replied.

When he left, you cried even harder, so frustrated and disappointed that he wasn’t I.Z., that the feelings that grew stronger every day for him were so misguided, and you laid your head on your desk and bawled until you felt gentle fingers combing through your hair.

“Y/N?” Jeff said quietly, “are you okay?”

You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of your desk, and wiped the tears off your heated face, embarrassed by your outburst. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

His mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown. “It’s okay, you know. That-that shit hits a little different now than it did when we were kids.”

“Yeah, I can’t even hardly listen to ‘Landslide’ when it comes on the radio anymore. I just thought life would be different by now. The scenery would’ve changed or-or something.”

He leaned forward and wiped another falling tear off your face. “It’s hard when you don’t have your soulmate. I know.” He moved even closer, placing a warm hand on the side of your wet cheek, and you nearly turned your head to kiss his palm when you heard a small voice say, “Mr. Isbell, I missed the bus.”

“Ok, Iris, I’ll help you get home,” he said, sliding his hand off your face, then he hopped off the desk and walked her out the door.

“People are talking, you know,” Patti snapped.

“They really are going to be talking if I have to wear this dress.” Especially when my nipples spring out and see the light of day.

“Yeah, that blue is too pretty. Can’t have me being upstaged. Girl,” she barked, and the shopgirl appeared in the large dressing area. “Get me another tea length option.”

You turned this way, then that, struggling to free yourself from the zipper in the back, feeling your armpits beginning to sweat. It had been hours since Patti had picked you up, and you had been through nearly every strapless dress in the store. You threw on your robe, then pulled the curtain back to look into Patti’s snarling face.

“Everybody’s talking about you and this Jeff Isbell. Fran even left a passive aggressive post on Facebook about certain people being in each other’s classrooms all the time, and I had to like it. Plus Cynthia made an Insta post about him coming out of your class crying while he put the kids on the bus. I liked that too.”

You accepted a glass of champagne from the tired looking attendant with a gentle “Thank you.” “Let ‘em talk,” you said, taking a sip. “They will anyway.”

Patti held up the dress, eyeing it critically, then shook her head and sighed like the overdramatic pain in the ass she was. “You know, I didn’t want to have to do this, but I really can’t have my dream wedding be overshadowed by whatever kind of scandal you’re determined to get yourself swept up in.”

It was all you could do to not spit out your champagne. She was so irrational it was funny, and it almost sounded like-

“I really am sorry, Y/N, but I can’t have you coming to our wedding with everyone talking about you and him. It’ll take all the focus from me, and that can never happen.”

Fighting the urge to twerk with your ass in her face all around the dressing room, you put your clothes back on while Patti pecked at her phone.

“Did you call me an Uber?” you asked, pulling your shoes on.

“Hell no. I told Brittany Clark she was moving up in the ranks and to get down here right now. I only have this room for 15 more minutes. You can get your own damn Uber, tramp.”

It had been over a week since you’d seen Blaze, but to your amazement, he was sitting on your front porch when you arrived home.

“Where have you been?” he asked, slowly standing up, the pain in his knees from riding bulls for years evident.

“I fed a loudmouth bitch a meal that’s called Fist City,” you said, shaking your sore knuckles.

“Really?” he laughed. “Are you on the run?”

“Maybe,” you said, wrapping your arms around. “But you’re the outlaw stealing my heart.”

“Well,” he sighed, pulling away from you and turning away, “you may ask for me to give it back.”

“Why? Blaze, why?”

“They took my saddle in Houston,” he whispered.

You opened your front door, then turned to him. “Get in here,” you said, pulling him into your arms.

“I may be through with bull riding, but you ain’t through riding bull riders,” he laughed.

“I’ll never be over riding bull riders,” you smiled, throwing your leg over his. “And you’ll never be through riding bulls. You just have to get back on the bull that threw you.”

“I thought that was the horse.”

“Whatever. The point is, Blaze, you can’t give up. Don’t stop believing. Hold onto that feeling, when the bull starts bucking and the clock is ticking. Hold onto that immortal feeling, cause that’s all you got.”

“No, baby,” he growled, rolling you underneath him. “I got you too.”

“You got me forever, Blaze, if that’s what you want.” You reached up and wiped the tears off his face, then kissed the tip of his nose. “How very special we are.”

“Like Mother Earth and Father Time,” he replied, then pressed his lips to yours.

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Beast Mia Martina (ft. Waka Flocka Flame) // Shisui Uchiha

Oh my fucking GOD! The second I heard this, I was like “SHISUI WOULD LOVE THIS SONG AND DANCE LIKE A DUMBASS TO IT!” Like, please tell me that you guys also 100% see him dancing to it so awkwardly to make you laugh & just… this dork.

I love you for this, fam. You made me think of a whole situation I didn’t know I needed until now. Do they have twerking in the Naruto universe? I hope so. Shisui could totally twerk, but he never would. He’d only purposefully do it horribly to make people laugh.

“My dancing skills are amazing. I could seduce anyone with my moves.” You couldn’t help laughing at Shisui. It was obvious he was trying to make you smile, but you were going to press him just as much as he was pressing you.

“Sure thing, Shisui. Anything you say.” You’re currently both lounging on a picnic blanket at the Uchiha training grounds, but Shisui immediately stands up. His faux offense reads in a dramatic expression across is face while his bent hand comes up to his chest. You have wounded him apparently.

It only makes you sputter to yourself while you try to keep from laughing out loud. That’s all it takes for Shisui to start shaking his hips in the most ridiculous fashion you’ve ever seen. He flails his arms around, exaggerating all of his purposefully horrendous dance moves. Your face is probably red with how much you’re repressing your laughter.

When he turns away from you, and squats down so his hands are on his knees, you know exactly what he’s about to do. It doesn’t stop you from bursting out into a fit of hysteria when he starts twerking like a fish out of water, and now you’re kicking and panting through your uncontrollable laughter. Tears prickle in your eyes as he stops, turning back to see how hard you’re laughing.

He gives you a little shimmy when he returns to his spot on the blanket, obviously pleased he’s made you a mess. His sparkling expression is filled with mirth and adoration while you start to calm down. He’s so proud of himself for getting that reaction out of you, and his heart feels like it might burst.

Meanwhile, you’re finally calming down enough to catch your breath in your aching stomach while you massage your aching cheeks. Shisui could dance. You knew that, and you’d even seen him in action. He had real moves, but nothing could ever beat how goofy he was when he danced for you like that.

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Prompt: something light hearted but sexy. During a slow day at the station the topic of pole dancing suddenly starts between Hen and Chim. Buck overhears and joins the conversation which inevitably leads to him demonstrating moves on the Firefighter’s sliding pole. He shows off some insane moves that have everyone riveted, even Bobby. It’s Eddie who acts strange, avoiding Buck until later that night when he shows Buck just how much he loved the show Buck put on. He’s jealous too.

Sorry this took so long. Thanks for this!! Hope you like it. - Blu 💙

Chim and Hen were laughing as they talked about pole dancing. It started innocently but then they were discussing who had a better technique which left Bobby and Buck in stitches.

“I’m not sure either one of you have what it takes.” Buck chuckled.

“Oh, really? And you do?” Hen rolled her eyes.

“I don’t wanna say I’d be a better stripper or anything but I do have some skills.”

Chimney and Hen laughed while Bobby grabbed his phone. He started Pandora to a pretty upbeat station.

“Let’s see it then.” Bobby smiled pushing him forward towards the pole.

“Alright. I have to warn you though it’s better than Chimney’s twerk.”

“I’ve never twerked in my life.” Chim cried.

“Right...” Buck said sending him a wink, but he ultimately took his place near the pole.

Eddie quirked a brow, he was amazed that Buck was about to show off his skills. Hen whistled while Chim just cheered. Bobby laughed at them, he had never seen them more excited.

Buck began by shaking his ass a little, which prompted Hen to pull out her wallet. Eddie just sighed and turned towards Bobby.

“You’re really gonna let this happen, huh?”

“Eh, why not. We have been working for seven hours straight.” Bobby smiled, “Just let it happen Eddie.”

Bobby laughed as Buck began thrusting his hips. He hadn’t even used the pole yet and Eddie felt like he was melting. He watched as Buck grabbed the pole and positioned it between his legs. He jumped and spun around the pole a few times before putting his leg around it and spinning without any hands.

Hen let out a wolf whistle while Chimney clapped. Eddie couldn’t do anything but watch as the show was beginning to come to a close. Bobby cheered and clapped once it was finished. Buck bowed and then ran back to sit with them.

“Wow. I had no idea you could do that Buck. I am really impressed.” Bobby smiled.

Buck blushed, “I kinda had a roommate in college who was a stripper. She kinda gave me private lessons.”

“I’m those weren’t the only lessons she gave you.” Eddie sighed.

Buck looked over at him for the first time since he walked up to the pole. He looked angry but Buck had no clue why. He was about to address his comment when the alarm went off.

Before leaving the station Buck tried to talk to Eddie but he just kept avoiding him. He had no clue what Eddie’s problem was or why he just kept leaving whenever Buck entered a room. Dinner was awkward with them and that was never the case. Usually they always had fun joking and making fun of Chimney, but Eddie didn’t seem that talkative.

Buck gathered his stuff and went back to his apartment. A few hours later Eddie showed up unannounced.

“What’s up?” Buck asked.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. It’s just I was really jealous of your dance.”

“What? Why?”

Eddie laughed, “I really liked it.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“I was jealous because I kinda wish you would have saved that for me.” Eddie smiled, “Maybe I could get a private lesson?”

Buck thought about it and then chuckled, “Sure. You wanna start now?”

Before either of them knew it they were in the kitchen having a dancing contest and laughing uncontrollably.

“I can’t show you any pole moves...but maybe tomorrow.” Buck winked.

“I’d like that.” Eddie said, “Now...maybe I can show you some moves.”

“Eddie...we already established that I’m the better dancer here.” Buck laughed.

“I didn’t mean here.” Eddie whispered in his ear going toward the staircase.

“O-Oh...”

“Are you blushing?”

“No...” Buck replied, “Show me what you got, Diaz.”

Eddie looked forward to their pole tutorial tomorrow at the fire house, but he was excited to show Buck just how much he enjoyed his little show. He was ready to show Buck all his moves. Eddie was ready to wear Buck out.

🙊🙊🙊

#Anonymous #by blu #Buddie #buddie ask #buddie prompt #911 on fox #911

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Leave it to Cold Case to ruin me emotionally 😭

19 notes • Posted 2021-06-18 03:12:34 GMT

Are you telling me I watched two hours of Station 19 and Grey's Anatomy waiting for "one hell of a return" only to be left with nothing? We were only reunited with a character from 4 seasons ago.. Like what? I feel quite baited thank you very much... It was not worth the hype. 😳

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Y'ALL SHE'S TRENDING! KEEP IT UP!

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Just watched Sing 2 via early release and here are my first reactions to it. Tread lightly, there are spoilers afoot!

SPOILER WARNING

🔹Alice in Wonderland opening, weird but okay

🔹Oh God it's the Nicki Minaj twerking bunnies again

🔹Okay, but where's Ash though?

🔹Nanna: "Ah, Hobbes there you are. Bring the car around. That's a good chap."

Me: "How does he even reach the pedals?"

🔹OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, DANCE TILL YOU'RE DEAD! Her voice makes me melt and Scarlett's voice is built for rock music

🔹Of course she's not with them because WHY in God's name would she stay with some namby, pamby theatre singers when she's just that good.

🔹I said what I said and understand if she wanted to go off and do her own thing

🔹Ash standing up for being paid/worked with fairly just like Scarlett has in real life. GENIUS

🔹Rosita stopping the bus because she has nothing else to live for. Me too boo

🔹The songs they used in this movie are just *chef's kiss*

🔹*The team enters the city* Me: "Alexa, play Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift."

🔹The gang trying to sneak in while Bad Guy plays 👌🏻

🔹IT'S ENDGAME SWIFTIES

🔹*Slow song beings to play* Me: "It's Adele isn't it?"

Singer: "HELLO"

🔹Me: "Why did you buzz the flamingos singing Cake By the Ocean? That was so good!"

🔹Ash has a country guitar ❤

🔹Training be like: TIPPY TOES, TIPPY TOES. I CAN'T SEE YOUR TIPPY TOES! I nearly yelled this in the theatre with him NGL.

🔹DARIUS. That is all. I nearly screamed in the theatre and nearly cried due to my uncontrollable laughter

🔹He's such an asshole but I love him

🔹Porsche

🔹The kids next to me: "She's pretty."

Me to Myself: "She's Halsey."

🔹She really sings This Girl is on Fire better than Alicia Keyes

🔹NOOSHY

🔹Wait, is that a Cardi B song with the inappropriate lyrics removed?

🔹Me really wanting her to say "For research purposes" when she asked Johnny to prove that he wasn't a weirdo

🔹LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO 💁🏻

🔹Ash: "But can she act?"

Me, an Intellectual: "That's bold of you to assume since you're an actress Scarlett."

🔹Meena taking a break from practice and meeting Alfonso is literally how I react in social situations. Ice cream in the face and all

🔹That wolf is terrifying

🔹Crawly being driven out of Calloway's house was hilarious

🔹"Pew pew pew." DEAD 😂

🔹*Miss. Crawly with an eye patch*

Me: "Who is she now, Nick Fury?"

🔹Military Crawly is something I never knew I needed. Even when she's using the cherry picker like a tank and they had music to match 😂

🔹*Ash and Moon going to Calloway, only to get KO'd by the electric fence*

Me: "Oh great, you've killed Black Widow again."

🔹Ash going back to Clay and singing while he walks down the stairs and we see the memories of him and his wife. I WAS NEARLY IN TEARS DAMN IT

🔹If Ash riding on the back of Clay's motorcycle isn't pure Scarlett Johansson then I don't know what is

🔹Jimmy Crystal making us all think he killed Buster, when Moon was thankfully hanging off of his arm

🔹Suki for the win!

🔹Ash coming back with Clay and meeting Buster made my heart happy

🔹We're gonna run? No, we're gonna jump out the window with "Soy Yo" playing in the background. Doy

🔹Everyone getting together to sing and Crystal is none the wiser

🔹Johnny: "I'm gonna call for help." *Calls his dad*

Me: "YES!!"

🔹They're working with their local food cupboard haha

🔹Miss Crawly in the cherry picker outside of Porsche's window yelling at her to tell her that she's in again 😂

🔹"Honey, send in the piglets." = Pure Chaos

🔹Damn that cat has to tell everyone everything 👿

🔹Sky Full of Stars was good until Taron decided to stretch his notes 😬

🔹DANCE BATTLE

🔹Porsche singing Could Have Been Me was better than the original 🎶

🔹Shut up the Aye-Aye's are dancing too

🔹Meena fantasizing singing with Alfonso is literally me on the daily with my Fanfiction

🔹Rosita starting strong with Break Free, then the heights get to her again. She saves Buster and belts out a great rendition of the song

🔹Ash and Clay have my heart. The way he almost broke down because he didn't want to sing again... It was so heart wrenching

🔹Ash going out on that stage alone like I knew she was gonna

🔹 HIS WIFE 😭

🔹No, I was not crying during Ash and Clay's duet... You have the wrong woman

🔹The tear was a paid actor

🔹Just me, a commoner, singing passionately next to a group of children. NBD

🔹The ending is legit Squad Goals 🙌🏻

🔹But seriously though, it was so amazing to hear Scarlett's voice again. I absolutely cannot wait for this album

🔹Might just hold back all my strife so that I can watch it again on December 22nd and cry all over again

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am-imagines · 5 years

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Got Moves. - Alex Morgan Imagine.

Requested by an anon: his kinda sounded better in my head buttt, could you do one where Alex and the reader are dating and the reader and the younger girls go out to the club while everyone else stays at the hotel for a chill day. And then the girls get really drunk that the reader starts dancing/twerking at the club and no one knew she could dance like that and posted it to social media. And they don’t remember what happened the next day. so then when the team reunites the next day, they tease the reader

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” You ask Alex.

The team is getting ready for a fun evening, but while you and some of the youngsters want to go clubbing, the rest are happy to stay behind and have some pool fun. It’s been some time since you had a drink, and even longer from the last time you had a chance to properly dance.

In all honesty, the team has never seen your moves. In a way, you’re grateful for that. No one knows what they would do with that intel, but you’re pretty sure the teasing would be endless. Maybe they would try to start some sort of competition between Sonnett and you. Not trying to brag but, you would win without a doubt.

“I’m sure. Have fun, okay? Don’t let them break the law.”

You chuckle at her words and nod.

Even when you’re missing her already, you understand she needs some time for herself after dealing with people day in and day out. As much as she’d like to have some privacy in town, she’s Alex Morgan; everyone wants a piece of her.

Media is exhausting as it is, and you’re not gonna ask her to sacrifice the little free time you have just for a drink.

“I’ll try my best.”

There’s a smile on your lips when you lean down to kiss her. Her arms wrap around your neck as she brings you closer. Truthfully, you could do that all day long. And you would; if Rose and Mal hadn’t convinced you to go with them. O’Hara doesn’t count like an adult when alcohol is involved. She would drink her way around a concussion if left unsupervised.

“Y/N! You coming?”

Lavelle’s voice breaks the spell. You pull back reluctantly much to Alex’s amusement. The fact she wants you to have fun doesn’t mean she won’t try to keep you there as long as possible. So, she kisses you again until you forget about the girls.

“Y/L!”

“Go,” Alex says this time. “You don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, leaning down to steal another kiss.

“Oh my God. Y/L! You and Janice can make up for this hard separation with sex when we get back. Now, hurry up! The car is here.”

With a sigh, you let Alex go as she chuckles with that mischievous glint in her eyes. That woman drives you crazy in all the right ways; unlike Kelley.

“Real classy, O’Hara!” You shout over your shoulder. “Have you ever heard of love?”

“I have, but that doesn’t mean our face holes are attached together all the damn time.”

You shake your head at that. There’s no way to win with an impatient Kelley. You should’ve known, but when you kiss Alex, it’s easy to forget everything else.

“Love you,” you mouth to Alex while you’re dragged away by a bunch of teenagers.

By the time you make it to the car, you start wondering if their ID’s are fake.

***

The club is packed, but there’s always space for the USWNT. They make space in a private area where the girls and you can do almost anything you want. You claim a corner of the dance club with a drink in hand, that’s enough for the fun to start.

The neon lights flash along with the music, and you follow the girls as they “dance”.

You’re basically jumping on the spot while moving your arms around; barely ducking in time before Sam wacks you in the face. It’s fun even when their rhythm sucks. Someone puts another drink on your hand as you keep fooling around. You enjoy the moment among the younglings of the team, and wonder if this is how it feels to be a parent.

The songs blend together, but at some point the beat drops. You can feel the bass in every single atom of your body, and you smirk.

The beat calls you with its sensuality, and before you know it, your body moves on its own accord. You wish Alex would be there. You would guide her back to your booth and give her a lap dance she couldn’t forget.

You would tease her with the dangerous move of your hips as you flow with the wavelength of the music around you. It fills your body with a different kind of energy; provocative by nature. It feeds your primal side, and you simply don’t have to think.

Your hips sway with that instinct as if luring a prey that isn’t there. The bass leads the way until you’re fully immersed in that moment; going down while your shoulders invite to the touch that won’t come.

It’s such a pity Alex decided to stay at the hotel. She would have liked this song.

Who knows? Maybe you could have convinced her to ditch the girls and go back to your shared room. Instead, you’re doing shots with Kelley until she’s wasted.

She’s laughing uncontrollably; trying to get into the table for God knows what reason.

Rose, Mal and Sam are on their phones, talking among themselves about something you can’t hear above the music. They don’t even notice when you approach, and that seems like a good time as any to call it a night.

Only then you realize you’re phone is nowhere to be seen. Thinking about it, you didn’t have it with you leaving the hotel. It’s probably forgotten somewhere in your room, and you blame Kelley for that. Yes, technically you were too busy kissing Alex to even think about the damn phone. But maybe you would have remembered if O’Hara wasn’t rushing you so damn much.

“Lavelle, can you call an Uber?”

“On it,” she says without looking at you.

“Damn, Y/n! You got moves! Can you teach me some of those?” Mal asks.

“Maybe next time,” you answer with a smirk.

“Oh, I bet certain forward would really really like to see them,” Kelley adds before winking with both eyes.

Totally wasted.

“O’Hara?”

“What?”

“Shut the hell up.”

***

You wake up groggy the next morning; not hungover but you’ve definitely had better days.

Alex is nowhere to be seen, but she left a note telling you she’ll see you at breakfast. You groan after reading it, and cuddle into her pillow for five more minutes. This would be the perfect time to cuddle with her instead of the pillow, but that can’t really happen now.

You leave bed, shower and change before starting a hunt for coffee, love, and food in that specific order. The slight headache reminds you exactly why you don’t drink that much anymore.

Everyone turns their attention to you as soon as you enter and you wonder what’s going on as you shamelessly sit down on Alex’s lap. She’s your girlfriend, she’s offering you a steaming cup of coffee, and they can suck it.

It’s not like Kelley is going to move when she’s slumped all over the table; probably half dead. And you’re not going to sit on Tobin’s; Press would probably try to murder you.

“Did I miss something?” You ask when the team keeps giving you weird looks.

“Oh, God. She doesn’t remember,” Rose mutters into her orange juice.

“Remember what?”

“Yesterday we went to a club.”

That’s extremely unhelpful and you roll your eyes at that. You turn to face Alex, but she won’t meet your eye. Oh, now you really want to know what’s happening if it makes Alex fucking Morgan act like that.

“Yeah, I know. I remember Sam almost gave me a black eye while we had to drag Kelley away from the table. Her dancing is not the kind that should be broadcast.”

Alex looks up at that; eyes darker than they were a moment ago. Interesting.

The girls laugh at your comment but still, you’re even more confused. Apparently, there’s something you can’t remember even when the night is clear on your head.

“Have you checked your Insta?” Christen finally throws you a bone.

“I don’t know where’ my phone is.”

After a soft kiss, Alex lets you borrow hers to check your mentions and sure enough; there’s a vid of a very specific dance you remember. What you can’t recall is; the exact moment they started recording.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that,” Sonnett chimes.

“Yeah, no offense, but that was the point.”

You poke Kelley’s side but she doesn’t react until the fifth time.

“What do you want?”

“Why the fuck did you record me?”

“Al deserved to see it.”

“You ever heard of DM’s?”

“With the way you hog each other in public, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

You don’t have a comeback for that so you solely wait until Kelley is dozing off again before pouring half a glass of ice cold water into her head.

“What the hell?” She shouts jerking awake just to glare at you.

“I hate you.”

“No, you fucking don’t.”

“Shows us the moves, Y/n!” Ash interrupts your staring contest with Kel.

“Sorry, those are reserved for number thirteen only.”

“Do I get to see them now?” Alex whispers.

So, that’s it. You knew she would have liked that dance. And you don’t mind putting on a very private show for her. However, it wouldn’t be good for your reputation to give on so easily.

“Tell you what, win the scrimmage today and I’ll see what I can do.”

Appealing to Alex’s competitiveness is like playing with fire, but you plan to burn.

“Game on.”

“You two are seriously disgusting.”

“O’Hara?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll shut the hell up.”

#Alex Morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #alex morgan x reader #uswnt imagine #requested #fulfilled prompt

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Hey! Okay so check me out, a short Eric x Reader fic based on the video of Cyn Santana and Joe Budden where she’s clearly smacked and rapping along with the song and he’s tryna take the cup out of her hand but she won’t let him? Idk if anyone’s done that but I think it’ll be cool if you did

A/N: Ok so I went ahead and change the song because I didn’t like that one lol, but you already know which state and city I had to rep for his one XD. Hope you enjoy it anon! I had a lot of fun with this one! even though Joe Budden can suck my dick heres the video for reference!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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Red, white, and green lights cast their flickering shadows onto the hardwood floor, the soft white walls near the tree also catching some of their glow. Speakers mounted in the corners of the room play the upbeat rap songs from the radio, the bass helping to fill the empty pockets of the nearly bare space.

It was December 21st and you and Erik were cleaning the house in preparation for the holiday festivities, like the White Elephant gift exchange you’d had planned later on tonight with your close friends. All the couches were pushed back against the wall and the decorated Christmas tree was the only piece with some personality, all the presents you and Erik had gotten for each other hidden away in separate corners of the house until you could wrap them and put them under the tree.

Erik was currently in the kitchen washing the dishes and playing bartender, a couple bottles of Hennessy and Malibu rum out on the marble countertop next to a small bowl of melting ice chips. He’d woken up early that morning and made a delicious breakfast of cheesy shrimp and grits and buttery english muffins with strawberry jam to help fuel the both of you for the mountain of chores ahead of you for the day.

It was your idea to incorporate alcohol into the mix, hence the bottle of rum that you’d been sipping off of all morning. He’d wanted to start you off simple with something like mimosas, but when you shot that idea down and attempted to climb the counters to reach the top shelf, he relented and swiped the white 750ml bottle and gave it to you. He figured it was way better than the bottle of Jäger your short arms were no doubt intending on reaching for.

After pouring a few fingers of the drink and some pineapple juice into a red cup, he sent you off to the living room to get started on your part of cleaning the floors while he rolled up his sleeves and got to work on the kitchen.

Had he not been so invested in scraping the grits off the bottom of the pot, he might have heard it when you tiptoed yourself back into the kitchen and poured yourself another drink, taking the bottle of rum with you on your way out.

You were so excited for the first of many Christmas and Kwanza festivities you and Erik had lined up for the end of the year, and you couldn’t wait to get started on celebrating.

…Even if it meant drinking just a little bit too much while sweeping the floors.

Although the music was still playing around the house, you’d gotten mysteriously quiet after your last vocal outburst, singing ‘Oh fuck. Shit. BITCH!’ at the top of your lungs from Sheck Wes’ “Mo Bamba”. Erik almost spit out a mouthful of Henny all over his clean dishes when he’d heard you, clutching his chest and laughing with tears in his eyes at his wild ass babygirl. He just knew you were in there with your foot propped on something twerking up a storm.

After recovering from a couple cleansing deep breaths, he tossed the dish towel in his hands down on the counter and turned to go and check on you to see what you were getting yourself into.

It was when he’d passed the still mostly full bottle of Pure White Hennessy and now cold bowl of water that he noticed the bottle of Malibu was gone.

“Aw hell,” he mutters under his breath, his footsteps quickening.

“What her tipsy ass out here doing now?”

As he rounds the corner into the living room, he walks out just in time to see you setting up your phone against said bottle of missing rum on one of the coffee tables, giving the camera the perfect view of the gigantic beautifully decorated Christmas Tree in the background with you standing in front of it.

Your cleaning fit had somewhat changed; you were now sporting a tiny little red and green elf’s hat on the top of your head that looked like it could’ve belonged to a toy doll.

Where did you even find that?

Erik groans and drags a hand down his face, shaking his head at your silliness when his eyes zero in on the contents of the bottle behind your phone. Through the slim little separation in white labeling he could see that at least half of what was in there before was now gone. It was ¾ full when he gave it to you.

He takes a step towards you, but right as he does the song changes over the speakers. You start grooving, drink in one hand and broom in the other as your start to bob back and forth for a few seconds before jumping right into the first verse.

“I go on and on, can’t understand how it last so long. I must have superpowers, rap two hundred twenty five thousand hours. Get a calculator do the math, made a thousand songs that made you move ya ass.”

You were rapping and two-stepping your short little self without a care in the world, bending your knees and winding yourself down to the ground at the last line, pink tongue poking out from between your teeth as you popped your booty.

You stopped your foolishness for a second to read something on your phone, eyes scanning over the screen. Without warning you toss your head back with a cheek aching smile, your sweet infectious laughter flowing out from your lips, the kind of laughter you only made when you were too tipsy and letting Erik whisper dumb childish jokes into your ear.

That was his laugh. Only he was supposed to be making you laugh like that. So what the fuck were you reading that had you tee-heeing his laugh?

You were up on your feet and back to dancing again, taking a sip from your cup before continuing rapping and using the broom handle as a microphone.

Before he can get all the way over to you he see’s the activity on your phone screen first, seeing the trail of hearts bubbling up from the corner of your screen and the comments in the middle being pushed up and replaced as new ones came in.

Yass bitch!

You betta WHINE hunny!

Fuck it up Y/N!

OKAY MISS THING!!! 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

Was that instagram live???

“Oh naw.”

Erik was done. Party over. Not only were you out here already day drunk at 12:30 on a Saturday, you were acting a fool and shaking your ass in front of all of instagram.

His big bulky body appears on screen as he attempts to reach over you and take the cup from your hand, telling you you were being cut off.

You move the cup out of his range and try to block him with your other hand holding the broom when your favorite part of the song comes on.

(Whats my favorite word?)

“BEEEATCH!” You scream loudly, laughing at both yourself and Erik’s increasingly frustrated face as he continues trying to reach over you.

“Ok, you doin the most now,” he eyes you in warning, but your glossed over eyes don’t even catch it because you’re already gearing up for the next line.

(Why they gotta say it like $hort?)

“BEEEATCH!” You sing loudly again, this time directly at Erik, and there’s no mistaking who the words were intended for.

You keep giggling uncontrollably, stumbling over the next few words as you sing those to him, too.

“You know they can’t play on my court, can’t hang with the big dogs STAY ON THE PORCH!”

You nudge him away again using your shoulder, your body feeling tired and heavy from all the energy you used laughing up a storm.

Fed up with you, he pops you hard and quick on your ass, finally taking the cup from your hand after you instinctively reach back to rub at your bottom.

“Owww!” You whine, lips poked out in a quivering out, and before you know it the broom is taken from your grip and your body is hoisted up onto Erik’s shoulder.

“‘Owww’ nothin! I’m not playin witcho lil ass no more dammit, you goin to bed.”

He grabs your phone too as he starts towards the stairs to the bedroom, nosily reading the comments to see if he needed to add any more scars to his chest.

WHACKKK!

Party pooper :(

She was just having FUN!

Damn Erik why yo ass so mean :/

Oooohh they bout to FUCK!

That last comment pissed him off. He was done with instagram too.

“Alla yall can shut the fuck up! I’ll block all yall on this bitch, KEEP PLAYIN!!”

You were giggling again, little body jiggling over his shoulder.

“Why you yelling at the phone like a old man E?” You ask him, trying to turn around to see what he was doing.

He rolls his eyes, grumbling as he shuts down the video and closes the app.

“You can hush too. Leaving me to clean the whole house while you get to take a nap.”

“But I’m not tired!!” You protests, kicking your feet a little as you see the carpet changer under his feet as he reaches the bedroom.

“Maybe not, but you will be after I wear that ass out after tonight,” he bites you on one of your cheeks before popping you on the ass again and tossing you onto the bed.

“Now take your ass to bed or you ain’t getting no presents for Christmas!”

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Warnings: Humor, Silly Foolishness, Erik being a Buzzkill

#nons #TheHomieFics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger x reader #bp #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom

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sickiebangtan · 5 years

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hoseok 2E? we all know he is a lightweight lol

i loved this prompt. thank you for it :3 honestly, i’ve been wanting to write about lightweight hobi, because facts! lol wrote it in free form so i could try not to be a perfectionist about it, and it just flowed after that. namjoon barged into my imagination and claimed his spot, so it just became good ole rare and friendly namseok real quick

tonight it’s just hoseok and namjoon, catching a late movie with a few beers; one of their favorite ways to bond. drinks at the movie theatre always made things ten times more enjoyable. namjoon would always fight back giggles as he whispered commentary to hoseok and they’d both hit each other, snickering uncontrollably. namjoon would stay pleasantly tipsy for most of the night and hoseok would be tipsy for all of 30 seconds before he was just blissfully drunk, after only a second beer.

hoseok insists on an hour of norebang after the movie. he’s practically bouncing, with his arm looped over namjoon’s shoulder, buzzed, bright-eyed, and hyper. he’s excited to be out of the house and without security for a change. they have to do these kinds of things past midnight, on unpopular days of the week in order for this to work out. and even then, it involves masks and hats to keep fans unsuspecting.

norebang means lights and screaming (not singing), and shots, and chicken wings and more beer. karaoke with just hoseok and himself? always fun no matter what they do, but kind of makes namjoon a little self conscious. he doesn’t necessarily think he’s a very good singer or dancer. and sometimes hoseok’s a bit intimidating in those circumstances, even if this isn’t supposed to be serious. he tries to get out of his head about it.

as they walk to a busy lit-up complex up the rode in the crisp night air, namjoon reaches in his back pocket for his phone.

“should i call the guys? see if they wanna come too?”

because of course, that’s what hobi must mean, right? he doesn’t want to just sing in a karaoke room with only namjoon there. but hoseok actually looks momentarily hurt.

“no, fool! it’s just you and me tonight. what, you don’t think you’ll have a good time with hyung? come on, joonie, lets drink and sing our hearts out, lets go, hajjah!“

a shy smile graces namjoon’s face as hoseok pulls him eagerly toward the karaoke bar, singing “joonie joonie” all the while. he feels special tonight. the thought of hoseok having a good time with him feels like a priceless reward.

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namjoon should have stopped hoseok after the third shot. it was only makgeolli, but even a casual sweet rice wine beverage like makgeolli could make hoseok stumble around. namjoon is having so much fun that he isn’t able to keep track. they’re on their 5th song, voices hoarse but unbothered, jumping around, screaming toward the ceiling, sharing verses to rap songs and hyping each other up. hoseok twerks like nobody’s business when there’s no one to stop him. it makes namjoon laugh until he’s actually scared he won’t be able to stop enough to take a breath.

the wings are clean bones piled on a plate on a table strewn of other crunchy snacks and glasses of beer and bottles of makgeolli. namjoon casually throws another one back as he takes a much needed seat, reveling the burn traveling down his throat and sharing a smile with hoseok. the dancer is swaying his shoulders to a slower song, singing a little more serious. he sounds good. of course he does.

“this song is… sauce!” hoseok attempts in english, shaking a hand sign at namjoon, who laughs and mimicks him.

“the sauciest, man.“

“yeahhhh!!!!! thass riiight!“

he grabs namjoon’s hand, pulling him up to join him for another song. namjoon doesn’t know where hoseok gets all this energy from. he’s tired, and he’s about to complain, but with a knowing smirk from hoseok, the drake track that starts playing has namjoon hyped up all over again.

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hoseok is quiet when he’s drunk. unusually quiet. maybe listless is a better word.the deep flush in his skin is always the first blaring giveaway, and then it’s the total absence of that amusingly brassy voice of his during a conversation. he’ll completely check out. he’ll lean back in his seat and go total yoongi-mode on everyone.

when they’re alone together, namjoon gives hoseok the leader title. but right now, he has to direct hoseok out of the karaoke bar with a hand pressed on the small of his back and with hoseok just silently going with it. although, he doesn’t have much of a choice; hoseok seems to need some sort of support in order to keep their stroll in a straight line.

usually, hoseok is walking in front of him, leading the way, vocalizing every thought and pointing in whichever direction.

a mile into the uber ride home, namjoon places a hand on his hyung’s thigh after the older audibly gulps. you can always read hoseok’s face. he’s an open book, visually. he doesn’t look very good right now. he’s got that drunken sway about him, but it could also pass for feeling sick.

“hyung, you good?"

hoseok meets droopy eyes with him and mirrors namjoon’s thumbs up.

"m'good.” he replies, in english again. “i’m really very good.” he continues, and his voice cracks adorably.

“really very good, huh?” namjoon pats hoseok’s palm like a lazy high five. hoseok nods his head sleepily, keeping namjoon’s hand loosely in his. his head lulls, forehead hitting the window. namjoon rubs a thumb into the top of hoseok’s hand as he looks down at his phone to continue texting jin, who is still awake, even though they’ve been at the karaoke bar for 3 hours instead of 1.

his frequent texts reveal how worried he was getting. namjoon presumes jin won’t go to bed until they arrive home, though jin is playing everything off like he’s just up watching a movie. he might be right though; he says yoongi’s up watching it with him.

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the elevator doesn’t bode well for hoseok at all. he’d already almost lost it outside the building, where namjoon held him by the waist and rubbed his back until he stopped convulsively swallowing.

he has a death grip on namjoon’s jacket as the lift of the elevator makes his stomach feel like it’s in his throat. he can barely stand straight and his body’s basically leaned completely into namjoon, who keeps a firm and reassuring hold on him.

“almost there, hyung.” namjoon comforts with a tender voice, rubbing some warmth into the dancer’s arms. hoseok’s breathing heavy into his shirt, the smell of alcohol wafting up namjoon’s nostrils. ____

they make a lot of noise when they get inside. it’s really hard not to with namjoon’s general clumsiness while he tries to bring a slumpy stumbling hoseok inside. jin seems to have teleported to the front door since namjoon can’t recall the transition of jin getting up from the couch and making it to the door. yoongi just takes in the scene from his comfy corner of the couch before he figures he may be needed in a few seconds.

jin takes hoseok so namjoon can be relieved of the deadweight as hoseok slumps into him instead.

“shit, namjoon, what did you two do? he’s wasted!"

namjoon bites his lip. "not necessarily. he didn’t have that much."

"for hobi, i’m sure it was."

"yeah. definitely… sorry, we kinda got carried away.”

jin wants to scold. he wants to curse some more, not expecting hoseok to be in such a state, but hoseok’s stomach makes a loud gurgle and that’s the only warning before he’s suddenly pitching forward and spewing a torrent of makgeolli and beer and sprite onto their polished floors.

and then jin’s really cursing, rushing hoseok to the kitchen sink, so thankful that for once there are no dishes there. he holds hoseok’s forehead as liquid comes out of him like a water jet, rubbing determinedly on his back as he splutters with each choking heave.

“aish, hobi–god, that’s a lot. you’re okay, baby.” jin says, unable to wrench his eyes from all that’s coming out of him. “you should feel better once you get all that out, hmm?"

namjoon frets by the both of them at the sink. "you think he’ll be hungover tomorrow? i would hate for him to. i mean, we ate quite a bit."

"i see that,” jin comments with an upturned nose, turning on the faucet so the water can drain the undigested contents. “he should be okay if we can get a few glasses of water in him before he goes to bed."

hoseok keeps his hands squeezing the edges of the counter, feeling dizzy and awful, panting shakily and sniffling as if he might start crying. yoongi stands beside him, reaching over to massage the back of his neck.

"you’re alright, lightweight,” yoongi says, but somehow manages to make the tease sound loving. “you’ll laugh about this in the morning, i promise.” but hoseok hiccups sadly, letting out a quiet sob.

“oh baby,” jin croons, bringing his hand under hoseok’s shirt to get a better pattern going on his skin. “we’re sorry–you must feel awful. this kind of drunk is never a good feeling, i know."

"mm–mm, no,” hoseok answers tearfully, a burp rolling up hollow and empty, finally done. jin keeps him ducked over the sink so he can run some warm water over his hair. whenever hoseok was sick, an impromptu hair wash relaxed him. “but we had so much fun. so much… joonie and me,” he babbles, slurring.

namjoon tells jin and yoongi about their night while they all watch hoseok be lulled by the running water over his head, occasionally giving him a comforting rub or pat. they hate for hoseok to be sick like this, but it’s hard not to be equally amused.

namjoon might not have wanted the night to end like this, but he’ll hold the memory close to his heart.

#bts sickfics #bts drabbles #drunk jhope #bts #bangtan boys #sickfics for bangtan #tw:vomit #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #1.6k words #namseok #hopemon #lub you <3

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hopeishappinessff · 5 years

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 59.1

Hope

Cailah Faith Brown. My baby girl… our baby girl. The “C” placed proudly by her father who insisted that some part of her name needed to have his mark on it… though she would carry his entire last name. The night Tawny, my dad, and Diana got in town they all spent at least half an hour ogling over the size of my belly because all our Face Time chats apparently did it no justice. Tawny then proceeded to spend the remainder of the night fussing at Chris and I for failing to give our child an identity. She demanded that we sit down with her and at least come up with a list of options that we could choose from the day the baby was born. But the moment she tossed that name out as a mere suggestion, I fell in love. Cailah… my daughter, honorably named by her aunt. Faith, her middle name… a direct tribute to my mother… Faith Marie Donsen. And Brown… the thought of my child proudly carrying her father’s last name filled me with envy and happiness all at the same time.

Today was officially day three past my due date and honestly, today was officially the day that I was completely over the whole pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my pregnancy… every last minute of it. I wouldn’t change a single aspect of it, other than the months where Chris wasn’t by my side like I’d always envisioned. But there comes a point in a woman’s pregnancy, well at least mine anyway, where she’s just over the whole damn thing. I was tired of being tired all the time. Tired of feeling so ridiculously large from my neck down to my ankles. Tired of feeling so insanely in love with the father of my child, yet feeling uncontrollable urges to whack him upside the head at the most random of times. Simply put… I was tired of being pregnant and I may or may not have made the mistake of sharing that with the girls, and Tawny, because now… they had made it a personal mission to help me induce my labor.

“Let me lay it on the line I got a little freakiness inside And you know that the man Has gotta deal with it I don’t care what they say I’m not about to pay nobody’s way Cause it’s all about the dog in me Mmhmmm…”

I stood in place between Destani and Tameka, hands swirling around the front of my belly, hair pulled up into the messiest bun that was tilting pathetically from the side of my head, and perspiration coating my exposed skin. The coffee table that was once situated in the center of the den had been pushed to the side, offering maximum floor space for our shenanigans. Nalay stood feet away, orchestrating our choreography and Tawny maintained a red face from trying to refrain from laughing as she held three different phones up trying to capture the whole thing on video.

“I want a freak in the morning A freak in the evening, just like me I need a roughneck brother That can satisfy me, just for me If you are that kind of man Cause I’m that kind of girl I got a freaky secret, everybody sing Cause we don’t give a damn about a thing…”

“Dip low Sy, dip low. Don’t forget to squat. We gotta expand that cervix girl!” Nalay yelled out, coaching me into the proper positions she believed would make my water break.

“Like this bitch.” Destani dropped down to my right, into the lowest possible squat I’d ever seen, then seductively lifted her body back up with her tongue sticking out and her hands running up the curves of her torso and chest.

“Nuh-unh bitch, if you gone squat on it… fucking squat on it!” Tameka exclaimed and the next thing I knew, down she went… right into a full split. The girls howled as she bounced in place a few times on whatever imaginary “it” she’d just squatted on. Eventually she leaned her torso forward and flattened herself out against the floor, sliding her legs straight behind her and propping herself up onto her shins so she could have better leverage to twerk it in the middle of the floor.

“Nigga we tryna get her to go into labor, not seduce Chris into putting baby number two in there before number one can even make her way out!” Destani cackled.

“Meka, where the hell did you even get that from?” Nalay was now hunched over, gripping onto her knees as she laughed and wiped at the underside of her eyes.

“Ya’ll bitches better take notes… how to keep a man 101. Ask Kendrick where I got it from!” Rolling over onto her back, she did some type of acrobatic move, rolling her entire lower half up into the air and pressing her hands down on the floor beneath her to complete a roll that eventually landed her on her feet.

“Nah, nah… Sy’Diyah the one with a whole baby up in her. She the one who should be leading lessons on how to keep niggas. With Chris ole sprung ass.” Destani said.

“You ain’t lying though girl.” Tameka chuckled, breathing hard as she neared Destani and slapped hands with her.

“Um, ladies… I still have videos recording here. We aren’t done.” Tawny giggled.

“Oh shit. Rewind the song like one-minute Nay.” Destani instructed, quickly shifting back into position to my right. Tameka fell right back into place at my left and we anxiously waited for Nalay to get us back to where we left off.

I could honestly say that I was enjoying myself. I was exhausted, but enjoying myself non-the-less. Since early this morning, the girls had taken this whole thing right into the palms of their hands and personally made it their mission to get some type of activity from this little girl in my belly. Leave it to her to be a stubborn little thing and refuse to come on time… she was three days late to be exact. As I’d mentioned before, however, I was truthfully not interested in rushing her at all… mama just wanted to give her a little encouragement is all.

I continued to swivel my hips to the heavy beat of the song, courtesy of Destani’s JBL Bluetooth music box, and actually shut my eyes and momentarily lost myself in the beat.

“Boy you’re moving kind of slow You got to keep it up Now there you go There’s just one thing that a man must do Mmhmm I’m packing all the flavor you need I got you shook up on your knees Cause it’s all about the dog in me…”

Completely lost in my own zone, I stepped away from the trio and allowed the beat to consume me and my hips. I swirled and twirled, dropped it like it was hot on whatever the imaginary “it” was from Tameka’s show earlier, and bent over to catch my knees so I could transition into a smooth twerk.

“AYYYYYEEEEE, that’s my got damn bama right there! You better get it baby mama… fuck it up girl!” Destani yelled, cheering along with the girls, and hyping me up even further. I could feel a smile gracing my face as I reached up to tug the miserable hair tie from my locks, freeing it in the sexiest of ways. My belly was completely exposed, because I no longer cared much for clothes. I was in the company of my girls tonight, so I figured there was no harm at all in a pair of comfy spandex shorts that had risen and exposed the cusp of my butt cheeks. And the only thing covering any portion of my top was a turquoise sports bra from my collection of many. I was in my element and there was no one and nothing that could stop me.

I could hear extra commotion in the room at some point, but the girls were shouting even louder and hyping me so much I paid no mind to it at all. My aunt, dad, and Diana had gone over to Ms. Joyce’s a few hours ago to help her with a few last-minute touches to the nursery and she’d already informed me that once they were done there, they would be stepping out for a bite to eat. So it was just the girls and I for the evening, and I was perfectly content with that. As usual, I had no real knowledge of where my boyfriend was and I refused to allow thoughts of that to ruin my night and thankfully the girls respected my unspoken wishes to not bring him up.

I had just run a hand through my wild and waist length tresses, swiping a handful of the golden curly mess out of my face. While that hand was occupied in my hair… the other was gripping onto Tameka’s right shoulder so that I wouldn’t lose my balance and go toppling over as I alternated between rolling my body and twerking my butt. When I felt the sudden sensation of another pair of hands right at the cusp of my widened hips and my bulging belly, my eyes shot open and an immediate frown fell onto my face.

“One to the two, to the two, to the three Sy’Diyah do you wanna have a baby with me? One to the two, to the two, to the three Sy’Diyah do you wanna have a baby with me?” The altered verse was chanted a few more times into my ear and I could feel a rhythmic bump against my backside, matching the beat of the song perfectly. The crotch of this mysterious person was pressed firmly against my butt and I nearly gasped at the feeling of their semi hardness rubbing against me.

“Baby daddy better get that shit bih! Get it Chris, get it Chris!” The commotion in the den of the house was at its loudest now, if that was even possible, and I could hear both male and female voices yelling at the top of their lungs like we were in the middle of a close NBA game. Swinging my head around to the left, I strained my neck to look back into the grinning face of none other than my child’s father. His grin made me grin, but his crotch still pressed against my butt caught my attention again before I could fully acknowledge him.

“Ain’t I tell you that pregnant shit turns me on?” He’d wedged his face into the crook of my neck and mumbled those panty soaking words against my skin. I was thankful that my spandex shorts were black.

He maintained his grip on my waist, but I managed to turn completely to face him and held onto him the best way I could with a thousand pounds attached to my front side “Down daddy.”

He hissed sharply and chuckled against my neck then slowly pulled back and glanced down at my lips “You tryna get me riled up in front of all our friends baby?”

God I loved when he talked like that. I smirked and pulled away from him, but not before he meshed his lips against mine and puckered them three times, followed by his hands roughing up my butt cheeks a bit.

“Aye nigga, don’t let these kids see all that now. They don’t need to know exactly how ya’ll made that baby.” Dontay laughed obnoxiously as he pushed his way through the living room, beelining directly toward Tawny. She stood there smiling and biting her bottom lip bashfully, awaiting his arrival… they were so stinking cute.

“The hell ya’ll in here doing anyway? Sy, you tryna give the homegirls lessons on how to get like you or what? No lie… if Meeks gone be doing that shit on the dick tonight, she might be next up.” Kendrick set off a heavy chain reaction of laughter that rumbled through the whole crew and I couldn’t help but drop my head against Chris’s shoulder as I trembled with laughter.

“Boo, if you would have seen the shit yo girl was in here doing like half an hour ago, Meeks probably would have been first in line, okay!” Destani howled. Tameka laughed ratchetly, stuck a middle finger up at Destani, then turned to her man and greeted him with a nice sloppy kiss.

“See man, that’s that shit… ya’ll niggas is just nasty, both of ya’ll,” BJ chuckled, pointing a finger toward Chris and Kendrick, “You ain’t gotta do all that show boating to greet your woman.”

“Nigga shut yo philosophical lookin ass up!” Rashad called out, igniting a fresh batch of laughter. I was much too worn out from the hours of nonstop dancing we’d just put in to continue entertaining our over-enthusiastic group of friends, so I discreetly waddled over to the love seat, but was stopped in my tracks before my butt could connect with the seat. It was Chris who’d stopped me, because now that he’d just randomly made his appearance at the house after disappearing for hours, he suddenly wanted to be all up under me… literally. He plopped down on the couch before me and gently grabbed me by my waist, carefully pulling me down to claim my seat on his lap. He helped me maneuver my body to the side, because it was the most comfortable for me, and I ended up looking like a large child cradled in his arms from the way he held me. I smiled at the thought. It never failed to amaze me how easily he could take my mind off of my irritation with him… he made it impossible for me to be mad at him for too long.

“What were ya’ll doing?” He asked. I couldn’t help but take in the amusement on his face. His smile always made me smile.

“The girls really wanted to help me induce labor.”

“Oh okay. But… what were ya’ll doing though?”

We held eye contact for a while before we both burst into laughter and I slapped him playfully on the shoulder “I mean, what did it look like? We were dancing.”

“Oh word? Kinda looked like you were tryna seduce the girls… that shit was sexy.”

“You’re silly,” I giggled, “But while you’re asking me what we were doing, I think I’m the one who should be asking you that.”

His bright eyes roamed the room for a while before he dropped his gaze to me, absorbing every inch of my face as his tongue slithered out over his bottom lip “You think so?”

“Christopher…” I started, attempting to push myself up further to sit eye to eye with him, but obviously the task wasn’t as simple as I thought so I quickly decided to just frown up at him instead.

“Sy’Diyah?” He smirked.

That annoyed me, so that’s when I decided to face the struggle of sitting up because now I wanted to remove myself from his lap completely. He had me in a good mood for all of five minutes and just like that, I was over him again.

“Babe, wait… what are you doing?”

I didn’t respond, because I couldn’t respond, because I was too out of breath from scooting myself around and struggling to get up from his lap. He still held that same amused expression on his face and that really left me with an urge to slap him. Did he really think this was a joke? Because no one was laughing…

“Hope, I was playing. Chill out before you hurt yourself.”

“Oh, you really do think it’s a joke?” I mumbled under my breath. All the grunting and huffing and puffing I’d done to twist my body around to face forward meant absolutely nothing when he simply tugged me backwards and sat up straighter so I would at least be a tad comfortable when he meshed my back against his chest.

“I had some business to take care of.” He tried to reason, with his voice all soft and his lips pressed gently against my skin.

“Whatever Chris. Let me go.” And of course, he did the exact opposite. He held me closer and continued to peck his lips against my neck discreetly as the crew babbled on in front of us about some new movie on Fandango and who was going to input their debit card information to purchase it.

“The boys were with me, if that makes you feel any better.”

Smacking my lips and rolling my eyes, I sighed heavily through my nose and crossed my arms over my chest “So you have them out there dabbling in stuff none of you should have any business in? Seriously Charlie?”

The low rumble of his chuckle in the crook of my neck had me shutting my eyes briefly, but I quickly gained my senses and snatched them open because our position was compromising enough and I didn’t need to draw any unnecessary attention to us in a room filled with nosy spectators.

“Is that what you think? Somebody is dabbling in some illegal shit? Girl you funny… thought you knew your man better than that.”

“I thought I did too.” My words were laced with attitude and I’m sure he could sense that from the way he momentarily tensed beneath me.

I could feel his lips parting against my neck in preparation to say something else, but the newest conversation floating around the room quickly gained my attention and I strained my ears to make sure I was actually hearing it correctly…

“Well they should be out for a while, so I don’t think it would be a problem. Even if they came back earlier than we’re thinking, we’ll just make sure we’re down here to cover for them.” Tawny spoke quickly and quietly, surprising me completely because if this was what I thought they were discussing I was shocked that she’d be in the thick of it.

“Unless they go to Breezy house. Won’t it be kinda awkward in this house full of people?” Kendrick chimed in.

“Nah nigga, we’ve endured this shit plenty of times before. Them niggas is wild… the entire city of Richmond could be in this house and the homie gone still put it down.” Dontay cackled. A few of them laughed, but I could hear a few quick “shhh’s” telling them to keep it down.

“Don, what if you just let them go to your place and you just stay here? So they can have more privacy and shit?” Tameka asked.

“Meka, why don’t you fucking let them go to your place? If I’m there or not, I will still know in the back of my mind that the homie is fucking my friend into labor.”

“What the fuck are ya’ll talking about?” Chris blurted before I had a chance to open my mouth. I hadn’t even realized that he was listening, because I’d tuned in so intently I forgot I was even in his lap for a second.

“Aww shit, we ain’t think ya’ll was listening.” Destani giggled, failing to do so innocently.

“Okay, but what are ya’ll talking about though?” I asked.

“We’re just trying to help you induce this labor Sy…” My gaze shifted to Nalay in amazement… they were all in on whatever this sick plan was?

“Wait, ya’ll are all sitting down there discussing this right now?” Chris asked. I could hear the humor in his voice, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to crack a smile… were they serious?

“I mean, we just wanna make sure our niece comes… she’s already almost a week late, right? We just as excited to see her as you nigga.” That was Dontay… having the audacity to sound offended that we were possibly offended about the conversation they’d been engaging in, that no one had actually stepped up to confirm yet.

“So no one is going to tell us what you were actually talking about?” At this point I was already well aware, I just wanted one of them to say it.

“Girl we done tried everything today. We walked your ass three miles this morning, went and got lunch at that Thai place up the street from Meka house, put together full choreography for the past few hours… the only thing ya’ll ain’t tried yet is sex.”

Again, I could feel Chris tensing beneath me and his face suddenly found its way into the crook of my neck again. Subconsciously I reached down to caress his thigh, my touch relaxing him almost immediately.

“You’re seriously admitting to me that you guys are sitting right in our faces, talking about… that?” I asked with the blankest face I could muster.

“I actually found the topic a bit weird myself Sy…” Kendrick spoke up, only to be quickly popped on the shoulder by his frowning girlfriend.

“We ain’t ask you how you felt about it nigga,” Tameka fussed, rolling her eyes and her neck around to face me, “What ya’ll think about it?”

“I think we should no longer continue this conversation because Kendrick is absolutely right… it’s very weird.” I said.

“See…” Again, Kendrick attempted to speak up to defend himself, but the hard glare on Tameka’s face shut him up abruptly.

“Ugh, fine,” Dontay drew immediate attention to himself when he huffed and sighed loudly, “Ya’ll can just go to my place. I know it’s for a good cause… as long as you promise me and T can have your room Sy.”

I could feel a headache creeping on the harder I frowned. My friends had all officially lost their minds.

“Tay!” Tawny gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as a deep blush set in on her face. I would have laughed at the sight of her wearing her shyness right on her sleeve, but I suddenly remembered a certain shy someone who still had his face bashfully hidden from everyone in the room.

“Breezy, come on baby. I’m offering you my whole crib so you can get some pus…”

“Dontay! You gone make this man pass out… you see he ain’t tryna hear you right now.” Nalay blurted, thankfully cutting Dontay off before he completed his brash statement which, as she’d stated, would very well push Mr. bashful to the brink of simply passing out.

“Wait, hol up… have ya’ll… have ya’ll even done that, yet?” My eyes narrowed in on Destani and I glared at her, refusing to respond to her or to even continue to entertain any of them and this unnecessary awkwardness.

“Charlie, don’t listen to them. They’re all crazy.” I muttered, attempting to turn in his tight grasp to face him.

I could feel him shaking his head as his face remained one with the skin of my neck and I couldn’t help but giggle when I felt his lips start to move “It’s okay. Maybe they’re right…”

This time it was my turn to tense up and gasp at the sudden realization of what he’d just said… as well as the feeling of his lips pressing softly against my neck.

“What do you mean?” I whispered. There was something extremely intimidating about the way all of our friends were sitting there staring at us, all of them smiling as if watching the best new series on Netflix. I wasn’t too keen on having a whole private conversation with Chris right there in their faces, even if we were whispering.

“You have tried everything… but that. I mean, I’ve heard that it really does work… the least we can do is try…”

I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Was he serious? Were they serious? Sure I was more than ready for this pregnancy to be over, but… was I really that ready?

For a while the crew continued to sit there, chatting lightly amongst themselves and glancing awkwardly at Chris and I every few seconds. I had hopes that by some miracle everyone had forgotten about that conversation and it seemed as if they had… until I felt myself being lifted from Chris’s lap.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I think we should call it a night now…”

TBC...

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