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f10werfae · 10 months

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Daddy’s babies

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader

summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

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“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.

Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.

“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.

“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”

“H-hen look at the baby c-cots they’re old west themed!” Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. “Is it everythin’ ya wanted sugar cube?” He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.

“W-we love it, it’s so cute and reminds me of our house” Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her man’s lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.

“C’mon over ‘ere momma, ya need your sleep n’ so does daddy” Henry whispered tugging on his wife’s belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. “Missed you today ya know” Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. “Y-you were with me the w-whole day though” Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, didn’t have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythin”

“A-and you still can’t, t-this is a family friendly zone” Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henry’s hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. “We can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now it’s me n’ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as you’re quite n’ don’t wake up the monsters then it’s okay bun”

Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bun’s little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. “M’already close H-hen, kissy t-too good” Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. “I know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasure”

Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasn’t being too loud, Henry’s hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. “Y-your turn?” She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, “No baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleep” He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.

“You sure?”

“Hundred, now turn over n’ let me spoon my sugar cube”

Both of them now nude under the covers, Henry’s hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew she’d have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. “You did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my woman”

“I L-love you so much H-henry, you’re such a good daddy to t-the babies”

“I love you too Y/n, swear my life on it”

Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.

“a-aren’t you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiere” With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henry’s words.

“H-Henry get in beside them, now please” Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. “Ok now go put it on a timer n’ get in here sugar butt”

“mhm comin’” Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. “Should we get ‘em into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures n’ souvenirs” Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.

“I-isn’t it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Hen” Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each other’s arms, “you alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeous” Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. “Y-you’re only sayin’ that cause i-im dressed like Belle”

“Nah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bun” Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/n’s arms and Beau in Henry’s, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.

“Baby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want but”

“b-but what?” Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.

“This is out of the blue, but my uh my mother’s here, she’s seen somethin’ about us bein’ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some time”

“W-what like now? I-i’ve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnant”

“I know that’s why I wanted to ask you first, we’re a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugar” Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.

“I grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-i’d hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-mother’s lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them more” Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henry’s mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didn’t doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded mother’s guilt.

With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babies’ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. “It’s her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?” Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henry’s mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.

“My beautiful daughter in law, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got you” Henry scoffed muttering a ‘thanks mom’ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.

“Oh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.

“Aww t-thank you, t-though I’m thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henry” Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. “Ma are ya sure you’re able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but we’ve already packed everythin’ ya need in this baby bag” Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.

“Henry boy, av’ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if they’re like Y/n”

“Well most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive ‘em of the booby milk and it gets scary” Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.

Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her “newborn” babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldn’t let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. “Baby bun ya ready to come in n’ join me?” Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.

“a-am coming now” She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. “What’s goin up in that pretty mind o’ yours beautiful, you look busied”

“D-Do you think i-it’s bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-long”

“what? Is that what you’ve been tinkerin’ about? You’re the best wife n’ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythin’ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. You’re absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the best” Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.

“Y-you really think so?” Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. “I know so, now sit your pretty little self back n’ let daddy take care of everythin’ alright momma?”

Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.

“This ok baby?”

“mhm f-feels so freakin’ good” Henry’s lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. “I can feel you gettin’ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?”

“B-both?”

That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. “God I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful n’ sexy”

Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. “Aww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckin’ hard whenever you look at me like that”

His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.

“This okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?” Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bun’s hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)

“I-I want it in-in a braid” Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.

This would be their first night without the babies’ interruption.

“You wanna jus’ go to bed sugar? or-“

“No. I-I want this” Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.

“Just gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleep”

With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. “So soft n’ warm” He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henry’s hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldn’t even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.

“D-don’t touch ‘em”

“Why not bun? They’re proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckin’ sexy” Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.

“S-sleepy Henry”

“You take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girl” He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husband’s cock inside of her.

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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet 🫶

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ghostlyangels1204 · 2 months

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Simon would make a good dog dad- that's it, that's where my mind is rn <3

“Absolutely not”.

Price was full of shit. That much he knew. And with this new bright idea, Simon’s new concern had been confirmed. His Captain had absolutely gone mad. One too many bumps on the head, he reasoned, had dealt too much damage- pair that with his ‘old age’, and Simon considers sending him to a care home.

There was no doubt in his mind- he was not having a slobbering, shitting furry nuisance by his side 24/7. What the hell was Price thinking? “I don’t need no’ furry mongrel. I’m a soldier not a dog walker Cap’.”, “The K9 handler’s wife just gave birth- fella needs time off, so I thought, why not give her to the softest soldier I know?” He knew Price was pulling his leg. “Just give it a week, eh Si? Seven days and if you want rid of her, she’s gone and some other poor sod can have her to cuddle at night.”

He stares down at the puppy, no more than a few months old, who is happily chomping down on the laces of the captain’s boots. Looking up, he meets the eyes of Price, “If it shits in my boots once, I’m handing it to you personally.”

The first few days went as expected, Simon wanted to die.

4am scratching at the door to go potty. Stealing his boxers when he needed to get dressed, (Johnny took extra entertainment at that one- even forming an alliance with the puppy to hide his clothes from him during his shower- he got two weeks of cleaning the barracks for that one), and she seemed to have a special fixation on everyone’s shoe laces, nipping and tugging at the cotton until blood flow was cut-off from them being wound too tight. He wasn’t made for the level of patience required. Sure, he had to deal with new recruits daily- their brazen, ‘-I-know-it-all’ attitudes that would someday get them killed… but shouting at them would result in at least a modicum of change.

That result cannot happen as easily with dogs.

But Price began to notice a shift. The team sat down for dinner, exhausted after a hell of a long day of drills. One person was missing from the table, however, Simon. They reasoned that he must be showering or something. But when he enters the mess hall, they notice the ‘small sergeant’ by his side- head bopping up and down as she patters next to her foster handler. He sits down with a huff, and she dives down under the table, spinning in circles before curling up next to Simon’s feet. She rests her head on the toe of his boots before closing her eyes.

“She needed a run around- little mutts’ wound up. Won’t sleep tonight if I don’t tire her out…”

The rest of the men smirk to themselves- Price always knew to trust his intuition.

And when day seven came around, Simon didn’t mention anything. Price knew he never forgets anything, so he was actively avoiding it. Avoiding having to admit he maybe, just maybe… liked having her around. He knocks twice on his office door, a gruff, “come in” allowing him to enter the Lieutenant’s space. Price does a quick scan of the room, eyes landing on the prize.

She’s cuddled up on a bed Simon had ordered for her, the pastel pink standing out like a sore thumb in Simon’s dull, grey office. The bed is nicer than his own, two blankets decked out with floral patterns covering the pillowy surface, a small teddy bear tucked under her chin as she sleeps the evening away.

One look is all Price needs, his eyes plead both, “Don’t even start,” with, “Please don’t make me give her up.”

“Made a friend?” Price teases, opting for a softer approach. He has no intent of taking her away, just wants his soldier to admit, that maybe he in fact, was wrong.

“Like you wouldn’t believe…”

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imiwrites · 8 months

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Drunken Confessions

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: Y/N wasn't a party girl, always choosing to look after her friends instead of getting drunk herself. However, when the Gryffindors get their first win of the year, she can't help but celebrate.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: drinking, kissing, crying, absolute fluff, sirius being a bit dumb but we love him anyway

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It was Gryffindor's first Quidditch win so far this year, and it was the first one with James as the captain. So, obviously, him and Sirius planned a big party in the common room the night of the win.

Typically, Y/N didn’t drink at these parties, opting to watch out and care for her friends. However, tonight was different. She needed to relax, getting back into the school spirit was tough, and she needed a night off. Besides, she knew Remus wasn’t going to drink, so it’s not like her friends would need two people watching over them. Taking her mind off of everything would be nice, it was something she needed.

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The music was loud, blasting throughout the Gryffindor common room. Y/N didn’t know how Sirius and James had gotten enough alcohol to supply the whole Gryffindor house on such short notice, but she chose not to think too hard about it, instead grabbing a shot, letting the burning sensation linger in her throat. Almost instantly, the alcohol calmed her, and she let out a relaxed breath, grabbing another and shooting it down.

“Enjoying it?” Sirius grinned, glad the girl was relaxing more.

“Yeah,” Y/N mirrored Sirius’ grin. “Where’s Remus?”

Sirius was the only one Y/N had told about her infatuation with Remus Lupin, and she could’ve sworn his grin grew wider when she asked.

“He’s with James, over on the couch.” Sirius said, pointing towards a couch a few feet away from them, “Don’t do anything stupid, though.”

Y/N frowned at that, “I’m practically sober, Pads. Only had two shots, I’m fine.”

Sirius shrugged, “Just sayin’.”

Y/N waved him off, walking towards the couch that Remus and James were sitting at, taking the spare space next to Remus.

“Hey Y/N.” Remus smiled, tearing his eyes away from his book to meet hers.

“Hi Remus.” Y/N grinned back, “Enjoying the night?” she asked, watching Remus’ head bop up and down as he nodded.

“Yeah, not bad.” he leaned in closer to her ear, whispering so only she could hear, “James has been drunk-rambling to me about Lily this whole time, could barely concentrate. Thanks for saving me.”

Y/N shivered at his warm breath on her ear, soaking in the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course, glad I could help.” she grinned back at him. “Want me to take James off your hands?”

Remus smiled gratefully. “That would be amazing, Y/N, thank you, you're a life saver.” he said, hugging her side. Y/N turned her face away, making sure he didn’t see the redness in her cheeks. She stood up, walking over to James and grabbing his hand to pull him up.

“C’mon, get a drink with me, Prongs.” Y/N smiled, and noticed James’ face light up as she mentioned drinks.

“Count me in!” James grinned, and the two walked over to the table holding the drinks.

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An hour or so had passed, and Y/N had more to drink. A lot more.

Remus’ positioned hadn’t changed, but the book he was once reading, now sat upside down on his knee as he talked to a girl.

Y/N had spotted this a while ago, but refused to look back over there, instead she sat on the floor next to Sirius, another drink sitting beside her.

“It’s not fair,” she groaned to him, gesturing to the girl sitting with Remus. “How come she can so easily talk to him but I can’t.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Y/N,” Sirius tried to comfort, but the girl beside him cut him off.

“He put his book down, Sirius! He never puts his book down.” she said, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Sirius puts his arm around the girl, pulling her in to comfort her. “Hey, don’t worry. Remus is one of my best friends, and I swear to Merlin, that man has heart eyes for you.”

“Then why isn’t he talking to me like that?” she asked, leaning into the hug, the tears threatening to fall.

“This is Remus we’re talking about, Y/N. He’s too dense for his own good. I swear, he’s as infatuated with you as you are with him, he just needs to realise it.” Sirius encouraged, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

“But how?” Y/N groaned as she messily wiped her eyes.

“By making him jealous, of course!” Sirius grinned as the idea popped into his head, “That guy’s been watching you all night, and he’s standing right near Remus! He’s gonna get so super jealous.”

Now, if she was sober, Y/N would know that this was an awful idea, and making Remus jealous would not be the way to his heart. But to her drunken mind, Sirius was an absolute genius, and she just had to give his idea a try.

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If Remus was to be completely honest, he would much rather be reading his book than talking to Rebekah.

Sure, she was nice, and she was funny, but there was only one girl he wanted to talk to at the moment, and she was nowhere in sight. So he continued listening to the girl in front of him, smiling and occasionally voicing his opinion on her discussions.

Then, he spotted her.

Y/N was walking alone, but she has the determined look on her face that Remus knew all too well. He watched her, smiling as she walked past, hoping she would stop and talk with him instead, or at least smile back, but she sauntered past, not sparing a single look.

“And then she muttered something under her breath, and clearly he heard her but I didn’t, and he just stared right at her, and he looked like he was going to hex her!... Remus, are you listening?” He wasn’t. He’d completely forgotten about Rebekah, as he watched you walk up to him. Remus didn’t know his name, but he’d seen him before. He was on the Quidditch team, and he was always making out with another girl every week. So he didn’t exactly understand why you completely ignored him, but wanted to talk to him.

“Sorry, go on, I’m listening.”

He glanced back at the girl, then looked back at Y/N. Her hands were all over him, and she was giggling. Was she out of her mind? He couldn’t bear looking at them anymore, turning his full attention back to Rebekah, trying to get that awful image out of his head.

“Turns out, she kissed his best mate! I wouldn’t have even known she was capable of doing that, if I’m being honest with you.”

Remus tried his best to react accordingly, trying to get you out of his mind.

One glance shouldn’t hurt. He thought, turning his head, just in time to see Y/N kissing him. Not even a small peck, full, heavy making out.

“Ooh, looks like Matthew’s found a new girl.” Rebekah pointed out, her eyes also watching them.

“Would you excuse me?” Remus murmured, getting up without waiting for a response. He walked straight over to Y/N and Matthew.

“Oh, hi there, Rem.” she pulled away, giving him a shit-eating grin.

“You don’t get to ‘Rem’ me, now come off him.” he huffed in annoyance, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “You’re drunk Y/N, and you shouldn’t be making out with random boys.”

“Why, would you rather me kiss you instead?” Y/N sassed, and Remus flushed.

“N-no! That’s not what I’m saying at all! I’m just telling you that… God, forget about it. Make out with him if you really want to. It’s not like I care.” He turned away, getting ready to leave.

“Can I tell you a secret, Remus?” she whispered, leaning in a bit closer, despite the fact that his frame was turned away from him. “I only made out with him because I wanted to make you jealous. You are the one I wanna kiss.”

Remus had never turned around so quickly. “What?” he whispered.

“Mhmm. It was Sirius’ idea. He told me that you like me, but you don’t know and that I just needed to make you jealous.” “God, have you ever stopped to think about what Sirius says? He… doesn’t always have the best ideas.” he paused, taking in a breath. “He’s right though. I… I do like you.” Y/N grinned at that, her eyes sparkling. “You do? Does that mean I can actually kiss you?”

“Maybe sober up first, love.”

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cameronspecial · 5 months

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Maybe high school/college au where rafe is in a group of bullies that always picks on reader, However he tries to tell them to stop every time but one day he sees her crying in the bathroom at a Halloween party because his friends told her costume was ugly and it made her look fat, he gets super mad and he yell at them and beat the shit out of his ex friend for calling her fat, after he brings her back home and she ask him why he cared and he says something like “I’ve liked you since first day of second grade in middle school when you came in class with your little bow in your hair” 🥰🥰

Shit Friends

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Use of Fat In Deragotory Way, and a Fight.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

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Y/N has been excited about Marissa’s Halloween party for weeks. Her Halloween costume is a beautiful white dress that she worked all month to sew. She is going to the party as a bride and the dress is a reflection of what she wants her wedding dress to look like one day. She is so proud of her costume. Her hand grips the solo cup and she bops her head to the music. She feels their presence behind her like an ulcer she knows is there but can’t feel. Her head doesn’t turn in their direction, trying to ignore them. “Look at this boys, this fat fuck thinks someone is going to want to marry her. Not only is her dress ugly, but her face looks like a cow,” Marshall snarls, pulling back her head by her veil. Her tears come up her tear ducts and she feels how her hair pulls back with his action. Oliver shakes his head, “Nah, Marsh. She looks like a whale. I don’t know how anyone could want to marry her.” Their insults can’t continue because someone else enters the room, allowing her to make her escape to the bathroom.

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After one too many beers, Rafe finally has to break his bladder seal and go to the bathroom. He tries the door but is met with resistance from the lock. His hand knocks on the door yet no one answers. He knows someone is in there because he can hear movement inside. His ear presses to the door and he can make out the cries of a girl. “I know you are in there. Please, let me in. I got to pee,” Rafe calls out.

Y/N recognizes his voice. Of course, she would. Not only is Rafe one of the most popular boys at school, but he is friends with her serial tormentors. Rafe is never around when the other boys bully her, yet she still doesn’t know if she can trust him. She feels bad though that he needs to pee so she unlocks it for him. He hears the lock turn and opens the door. Even though he has to pee, he pauses when he sees Y/N. Her costume looks absolutely amazing. He can tell the dress is handmade because of how well it suits her body and some of the embroidery looks hand-stitched. It looks incredible. His mind can’t help imagining her walking down the aisle to him at the end of it. He remembers he heard the cries of the person behind the door and since she is the one in the bathroom, he knows she has been crying. His eyes find hers to see her makeup running down her face, close to ruining her dress.

He abandons his need to pee and rushes to her side. “Who made you cry?” he questions with anger at that person in his voice. She tries to keep it a secret, but he keeps prying. Finally, she snaps, “It was Marshall and Oliver. They said my dress was ugly and made me look like a fat whale.” Just like she thought he would, Rafe leaves without a care for what she said.

The yelling is what catches her attention, so she goes outside to find Rafe punching Marshall and Oliver in the face. “Never. Say. Those. Words. To. Y/N. Again. Understand?” Each word he said was punctuated by a hit to his face. He looks up at her, shaking out his hand. “Why do you care enough about what they said to hurt them like that, Rafe?” “Y/N, I’ve liked you since the first day of second grade in elementary school. You came into class with your little embroidered bows at the end of your two braids. I was mesmerized by how good you were at sewing,” he confesses and takes a step closer to her. She is still a little confused, “But they're your friends.” “Eh, I’ve got shit friends. But who needs them when I hopefully have you?” he states, rushing toward her to kiss her. She lets her lips meet his and he feels like his dreams are coming true.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

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satrs · 8 months

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but what about rin w a reader who has big boobs?? and shes teases him (obliviously) aallll the time. like when they hug, her chest is absolutely pressed against him, and she also has a habit of hugging his arm and naturally, her tits press against his arm aswell and rin doesnt seem to mind it bc hes a titboy <3

On Sight

FEATURING: titlover!rin x fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! boob fetish(duhhhh). mention of boobjob. nipple play.

WC; 0.4k

You tease him so much that he can't tell apart between playful teasing and antics that have more to it.

Just like now, after he came home after a quick visit to the store. Your sudden change in behavior was odd to him. An hour or two ago you bid him a quick 'goodbye, see you later' and now you're acting like a clingy child that lost their mother in the store? Something's off.

"Missed you, Rinnie." He rolled his eyes in response, trying his best to act annoyed but your tits pressing up against him was making it hard for him to do so, Adam's apple bopping as he swallowed heavily.

You eyed him, hiding your smirk in his chest at the slightly visible tint of red on his cheeks, hugging him even tighter to get a reaction out of him.

He finally tore from your hold, eyes frowning in irritation. "What's up with you? I've been gone for barely two-" He stumbled over his words as his gaze crept down to your chest, noticing the fancy lace lingerie, lace perfectly wrapping around your breasts, pushing the fat of your tits forward, nipples barely covered by the cloth, leaving little to no room for the imagination.

Your teasing smirk didn't do your case any better, your innocent facade crumbling under his gaze. "Hmm?"

It's not long after that he rips the lace from you, groaning at the sight of your plush chest spilling out, bouncing at the impact, burying his face between them right after.

"You always do this", he groaned, momentarily detaching his mouth from your nipple, earning a whine in return. "Teasing me like that", he eyed you from his position, finger flicking your abandoned nipple, a yelp escaping you.

"You want me to do this, do you?" You bit your lip in embarrassment, hips twitching up as he rolled his tongue around your areola, letting his hands take a harsh hold on your tits, a painful cry audible from you.

"Want me to squezee your perfect tits together like this", he pushed them upwards, fat spilling from the gaps of his fingers as he squeezed them together, dick twitching in his pants at the lewd sight, "And put my dick between them? Fuck your tits and paint them in my cum?"

Curses fly past his lips at your eager nodd, mouth replacing his hand as he rolled your nipple between his teeth in a playful manner, turquoise orbs not leaving your face.

"God, so big, so perfect." His hips bucked into yours, clothes gifting you slight friction while his hands shamelessly grope your chest harshly, peppering apologetic kisses to them right after. "Could kiss and squeeze them all day."

And he did keep his word.

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #bllk smut #itoshi rin smut #itoshi rin #blue lock headcanons #blue lock rin #rin bllk #itoshi #rin itoshi #blue lock #bllk

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stylescine · 10 months

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okkkk so remember when harry sang vossi bop with stormzy. so there's a lyric in it which goes "i finish with a FACIAL just to topp ot off' what if reader is innocent and asks harry what that is after his performance backsatage and he has to answer and then she asks him to do it for her?

gosh i am in love with this!!!

Warnings: facial, oral (m receiving), VERY innocent reader lol

It wasn't her first time visiting Harry at one of his concerts. She loved to see him perform and today was even more special. Stormzy would be performing a song with Harry and she was just as excited as everyone else to hear them sing together.

She was standing by the side of the stage, moving to the music as her boyfriend was singing in front of the crowd. Stormzy eventually came on and Harry started singing his song "Vossi Bop" with him. She had heard the song in the radio before, like everyone probably did, but hearing it live was even better.

It was also interesting to see Harry sing a different type of music and her boyfriend seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly. She clapped loudly like everyone else when the song came to an end.

The lyrics stuck with her though. "I finish with a facial just to top it off" was one she couldn't quite understand. What was a facial and why did anyone have to top something off with it?

The show went on for another while and she danced and sang like everyone else. By the time Sign of the Times came around and the show ended, she was whistling and clapping for Harry like the rest of the room. She still felt so proud seeing Harry up there on the stage, doing what he loved. The energy the man could bring to a room was impressive and unmatched.

As soon as Harry disappeared behind the stage again, she did the same and met him in the hallway to the dressing room.

"Darling," he smiled and opened his arms for her as she was quick to jump into them. His arms wrapped tightly around her while he lifted her up, his scent filling her nose. His hair was messy from the dancing and his cheeks red, but he still looked absolutely beautiful. "That was such a great show again. And what a nice surprise for everyone," she told him with a smile as he set her back down onto the ground.

"I always try my best when you're in the crowd. " There was a cheeky grin on his face. She chuckled softly at his comment before she intertwined their fingers again, walking back to the dressing room with him. Harry would probably change back into jeans and a hoodie before they would leave to head home. He usually didn't stay in the suits unless it was show time.

She sat down on the couch in the room as Harry shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. Maybe she could ask him about the line she didn't quite understand earlier.

"What's a facial, love?"

Harry turned around quickly, his eyes wide as he stared at her. Did she just tell him about a ghost? "Did I-"

"No, it's alright," he interrupted her immediately. He had just been taken aback by the sudden question, but he soon realised that it was probably a genuine one. She had revealed to him that her sexual experience was pretty limited, so this was a natural question to ask. And as he had promised, he would help her understand things better wherever he could. She had already shared her first time with him and since then, they had been exploring more and more new things.

"It's basically that when a guy comes, he just comes all over someone else's face," he explained simply, but could feel the heat in his cheeks anyway. He would be lying if he said he had never imagined doing that to his beautiful girlfriend.

"Oh," she replied, looking at him with a curious expression. She liked the idea of it, she really did. There was a tingling between her legs at the thought of giving Harry a blowjob and letting the man come all over her face. It felt like a dirty, secret fantasy, but she wanted to make it reality.

"Can you do that for me?"

Harry stared at her with wide eyes again. He couldn't quite believe what he had heard. Of course, he would love to do that for her, but he also didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for yet. On the other hand, she had asked him directly about it and seemed pretty determined too.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, but was already walking towards her. He could see her eyes light up when he was standing next to her.

"Very sure. I wanna know what it's like," she assured him before she patted the spot on the couch next to her. Harry sat down eventually, looking over at his girlfriend. The curious look in her eyes somehow made this situation even more thrilling. She seemed so eager, almost desperate.

Her hand moved over his thigh, getting closer to that spot between his legs, putting slow pressure onto it. She could feel Harry growing slowly, a groan escaping the man's throat. "Y/N," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust as he looked over at her again. He wanted her so badly.

She slowly slid off the couch, kneeling down in front of him between his spread legs. Her fingers found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Harry lifted himself off the couch for a moment to allow her to pull down his pants and then his underwear.

Seeing him naked in front of her, in all his glory, always send a rush of desire towards her core. As she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping slowly, she could feel him get harder and bigger with time. Her boyfriend threw his head back, moans leaving his mouth continuously. "Shit," he whispered, his hand grabbing the cushion next to him.

She started to move her hand faster. The sight of his cock was always mouth-watering for her. He was big and the veins so prominent. So she moved forward and ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft, watching Harry shiver at the touch.

She placed a kiss on his tip before parting her lips for him, taking him into her mouth. Her hand was holding onto his thigh as she started to move her head up and down, tongue swirling around him. His moans were urging her on. She increased her pace and she knew it was working when Harry's hands buried in her hair, tugging on it to pull her up and down on his cock. He was fucking her face by now and she could feel herself getting even more wet. She needed him. And she needed to feel him come.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, giving her hair a more firm tug as he pulled her off his length. She was already waiting excitedly for what was about to happen.

Harry pumped his cock again a few times, eyes fluttering shut and back open, until he finally reached the edge. A loud moan left him again as he started to come all over her face.

She closed her eyes for a second, but opened her mouth almost instinctively, licking off the cum that had landed on her lips. She took the time to wipe the cum off her cheek and then lick her fingers clean.

Harry groaned again at the sight, pulling her closer to press his lips against hers.

He knew he would give her a lot more facials from now on. And he was grateful for her curiosity.

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wqnwoos · 10 months

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on pick-up lines and cheek kisses

idiots 2 lovers & college!au / requested by @wheeboo / cw cheesy pick up lines. i’m not sorry. i find them hilarious. ft. bestfriend!vernon.

“okay, okay! rate this one,” you giggle, reading it from your phone. “are you a time traveller? because i see you in my future.”

seungkwan groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. “___, whyyy?”

“it’s funny! i like it!” you defend, still laughing.

the two of you are splayed out on the wooden floor of seungkwan and vernon’s apartment. the latter is nowhere to be seen — most likely in his room with his headphones in — but you and your best friend are taking a much needed break from studying: pizza, while he listens — unwillingly — to the many, many pickup lines you offer.

“it’s awful, is what it is,” he retorts. “like, 3 out of 10.”

“not even a 4?”

“3.25. at best.”

you roll onto your side to scowl at him, poking his side. “boooo. you’re miserable.”

seungkwan turns his head and sticks a childish tongue out at you. “no, your pickup lines are just pretty awful.”

“well,” you say, eyes sparkling. “i think you’re just pretty.”

“oh my god, if you don’t stop — ” seungkwan grouses, trying his absolute best to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks. it seems to be his lucky day, because you don’t comment, simply laughing again, before sitting up and checking the time.

“okay, boo, i’m outta here,” you declare, standing up. he wants to whine, pull you back down and ask you to stay, but he knows you won’t. and you’d also never let him live it down.

“text me when you get home, okay?” seungkwan sits up to watch you slip your shoes back on and pile your things together. “and i mean it,” he warns, waving a threatening finger slightly too close to your nose. “don’t go falling asleep on me again.”

“that was one time!” you pause. “okay, twice, but — doesn’t matter! i won’t do it today.” you grab your phone from the table, and then you lean down and peck his cheek. “see you tomorrow, kwan!”

seungkwan is indescribably glad that you’ve turned your back on him — too fast to see the way his cheeks absolutely flame at the feeling of your lips touching his skin. you don’t kiss his cheek often, but whenever you do it, it feels like he is dangerously close to passing out. he can’t decide whether he likes that feeling or not.

he’s still thinking about it when he’s curled up in bed, waiting for your text. he’s still thinking about it when the text finally arrives (didn’t fall asleep!! home safe, thanks for today kwannie. goodnight! 🤍 ), and he’s still thinking about it when he finally drifts off to sleep, one hand grazing the skin your lips brushed.

—

“vernon. vernon. vernonieeee!”

it takes a minute, but vernon finally takes off his headphones and looks at his roommate. “yo.”

“how do you tell if someone’s flirting with you?”

vernon blinks, considers solemnly for a moment. “fuck if i know,” he pronounces finally, and seungkwan rolls his eyes. “why?” vernon questions. “who are we talking about?”

“nobody.” seungkwan’s answer comes slightly too quickly, and his voice is pitched slightly too high.

vernon suddenly pauses, letting out an understanding ahhhh. “is this about ___?”

“what? no! maybe! kind of! okay, yes it is!”

(seungkwan has never been good at hiding things.)

“dude,” vernon says deeply, reaching out to pat his shoulder with sympathy. “you’re late to the party.”

“what party? literally what goes on inside your head?” seungkwan snorts, half embarassed, half baffled.

“you’re just late, man. they’ve been flirting with you, like, forever.”

it takes a moment to process that — several moments, in fact, but by the time seungkwan has recovered from the shock and launched into denial —“you’re lying! there’s no way!” — vernon has already slipped back on his headphones, bopping his head silently to the beat.

—

despite his initial reaction, things are starting to make a lot more sense to seungkwan.

why you help him study, patiently explaining a concept over and over until it makes sense. why you bring him coffee in the mornings and tell him to have a good day. why you always give him a bite of whatever you’re eating.

not to mention your recent obsession with pickup lines.

suddenly it’s obvious, and he feels stupid for not realising it before — maybe because he was too caught up in wallowing in his own feelings. he didn’t even think to check for yours.

he’s still considering this deep emotional turmoil the next time he sees you; he drops over to your apartment one afternoon, partly because you offered cookies, but mostly because he’s finally plucking up the courage to ask you the truth.

“___,” he begins tentatively, as he sits on your couch. you’re scrolling through netflix to find something to watch, but you hum to show you’re still listening. “vernon said something recently, and it had me thinking — ”

“if he’s trying to take my spot as number one best friend, tell him to suck a dick,” you cut in, brows furrowed.

“ha — ha, no — ” seungkwan swallows nervously as you return your gaze to the tv. “haveyoubeenflirtingwithme?”

“i don’t know what language that was.”

seungkwan inhales, slowing his garbled words. “have you been flirting with me?”

“oh. yeah, for about three years now, but thank you for noticing, i guess,” you reply, glancing at him and then away. “hey, what about shrek 2?”

“what?”

“oh. yeah, i guess you can’t go home and face vernon if you watch the second instead of the first.”

“not that!” seungkwan splutters, and you finally look at him. “what the fuck? three years?”

“and counting!” you chirp. “i’m glad you’ve noticed, though. i don’t like keeping secrets.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah. i love you seungkwan, but you’re a bit of an idiot.”

“i am! i am an idiot!” he wails, and you scoot closer with a laugh.

“it’s okay. you’re my favourite idiot,” you reply, patting his cheek. there’s one short moment of silence as the two of you look at each other — until you break it. “so, uh, do you wanna kiss?”

“oh god. absolutely.”

an / i have a horrible feeling that this is BORING. if it is, i’m sorry. it’s past 1 in the morning rn, i have Nothing in my brain.

#seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan comfort #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen comfort #seventeen fic #seungkwan fic #seungkwan angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic

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iwaasfairy · 10 months

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Yes, please bring Atsuko back; I love and miss him. 🥴

:'>> i had to give a little taste for just you and me because i have no self control thank you my loveeee i miss him too hdfsgfdi

tw incest, mom!reader, atsuko's nerve knows no bounds, panty stealing, some pretty vile dirty talk

"Tooru," your hand slides over the handrail as you lean over it, and your husband's eyes flick up along your body to fall on yours with a delay that the coy smile on his lips can't exactly hide.

"Where are you going?" he pauses the match, and leans onto one flexed arm to look at you further. It's been awfully hot all day, and your top has been discarded for a tiny bikini that he's spent mere minutes on undressing earlier today. You smile, and lean down a little further.

"Have you seen Ko?"

Your husband's eyes run up and down your body again, before he shrugs. "The brat's upstairs." Strange. You were in the bathroom earlier, and his room's door was wide open. Still you pack up your towel and head up with soft steps, humming on your way to the grandiose room you're still not quite over. It's just so lavish, Tooru likes spending his money on nice things, like the rug under your bare feet.

You push into your room with a slight sigh, and falter when the door clicks closed behind you. All you see is a bare broad back, tank top suntanned into his shoulders, a familiar head of brown, loose curls and narrow waist down into a perfect butt as he straddles one of your nice pillows. "Atsuko!" you squeak, and also feel the heat creep over your cheeks as the low groaning only gets louder.

As you walk around your bed, your shared bed with your husband, you can see the way his large hand is wrapped around a painfully flushed, hard cock- and the fabric that's clenched between his fingers and his thick cock is distinctly familiar as he thrusts into the ring of his fingers. Your breathing hitches at the sight, though your lip is caught between your lips. "Atsu... I can't-"

"Perfect -ugh-fucking timing, mom," he groans a shuddered moan as more precum drips down along his fingers and he bucks into his palm, turning over and falling down to slide his back up against the headboard with absolutely no shame. His fingers toy with the seat of your panties, but he doesn't stop stroking even as his cock twitches hard when his eyes trail ever so hungrily down your body. "Wanna come finish me off?"

He places his other arm behind his neck as he opens his thighs more, and his tongue gets caught between his teeth. "That is my pillow, Ko," you only respond, and linger between trying to parent the brat and wanting to stay a safe distance away.

"Mh, you're so hot when you're trying to be stern," he grins wider at that, and stops pumping his cock for just long enough to rub a thumb over the leaking slit and scoot to the edge of the bed instead, then patting his muscular, sweat-coated thighs. His heavy cock bops between his legs, and another bead of precum looks so fucking good as it slowly rolls down. "Come here, c'mon. Dad's had his turn, now it's mine."

Your towels get put on the dresser, and you shuffle in place for a moment to try to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness now coating your bottom lips. You want to scream at your body and beg it to behave for once, but the heat always gets you flushed. Atsuko's vice is being able to use it against yourself. "Come." He says it again more slowly, and his eyes narrow, and you...

You can't help but give in a little and take a few steps in his general direction. Apparently close enough for him to reach out and grab your hand, pulling you towards him with a soft sigh as he starts cupping your tits in those large hands. "Ko," you whimper it before you even have a chance to stop it. But he doesn't have shame. His drooling cockhead rubs along the inside of your thigh while he peels the thin straps off your shoulders and dips to suck your puffy nipples with a self-satisfied hum when your fingers find his shoulder.

God, you shouldn't let him. You should say something. How do you always get bulldozed by him so easily? It's unfair, totally-- "Oh- baby!" It squeaks out, and your nails dig into his shoulder when his teeth come down on your tits meanly, eagerly - and he pulls you on top of his chest to fall back into bed. His arms wrap around you as he turns, not that you could stop him if he tried with any real fight, before he starts moving over you.

That shit-eating grin hasn't left his face for a second, and you swear he only turns more chesire like when those rough fingers slide between your legs and under the polyester of your bikini. "You're such a bad actor." He doesn't bother to scoot up the bed before folding one of your knees to your chest and you go to hold it, well-trained obedience that has him thumbing over your little cunt and moaning. "Looks like someone actually likes it, huh? No shame?"

He gets up to line himself up, and spits onto the fingers he then rubs in a rough circle over your clit. "You're so fucking hot when you're like this. All flushed, ready to take any cock that wants to fill you up?" The thick, hot head of his cock kisses your entrance a few excruciating times, before he starts putting just enough pressure for it to start sliding in at a snail's pace. The stretch is still always a little intimidating.

His beautiful doe eyes are so blown out and dark and one hand balances on your tit while the other pets at your clit with lazy circles of his thumb. Atsuko looks painfully good with his lip clenched between his teeth, and his voice dropping lower. "Love fucking my mom's slutty little pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, huh? Your little boy's grown into a freak that loves fucking his momma's drooling cunt in her own bed."

The first two inches pop in after the slowest push imaginable, and he leans in to see more of your face, more of your expression as your wetness tickles at your waterline, and your free leg wraps around his glutes with a soft moan. You wish you could beg, for him to go faster, fill you, kiss you too- but your tiny remnant of pride won't allow it when he's so self-satisfied. All you manage is a soft whimper of his name.

"I'm taking my time~ mom, ugh." He grunts and lets out a small hiss when he has to push to make room for himself for each further inch, and covers you in his beaming heat for long enough to have every thought leaving you. It just feels so good. It feels hot and tight and so good, good, good pressing so deep inside you and going even further. "Oh fuck, that's my favorite place- to- be- fu-uck~"

"S-stop sw-ah-swearing."

Ko's laugh is almost pure when it escapes him, and his hand wraps around your throat to pull your face to his as he laughs into the kiss. "Oh, shut it, hypocrite."

#honey mail #🍯honey.pot #haikyuu smut #tw.incest #tw.dirty talk #💫oc.atsuko #💫ch.oikawa #oikawa smut #hq smut

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beardysuits · 1 year

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Family Matters

“You know, your brother really has a perkier ass than I expected him to,” Ashten said, eyeing his borrowed body in the mirror. He threw his head back and lifted his new cheeks with his hands, then dropped them, making them jiggle in the tight briefs we had brought with us.

“It’s a shame he’s always wearing those baggy camo pants, they don’t do anything to show off this off,” he continued.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in Brendon’s room, bouncing my leg and watching as Ashten toyed around with my brother’s body. He was flexing and groping at every inch he had stolen. I of course had to admit I was incredibly turned on, watching my veteran brother take on my best friend’s mannerisms, but I was too nervous about the next step in our plan to really focus.

Ashten and I had always been somewhat kinky, he would constantly make comments on my brother, saying how hot he was and always ogling at him. It got even worse the one year we were all in high school together and Brendon was the star football player. Truthfully, I was never close with my brother. Even though he was only three years older, we felt lifetimes apart. He had the stereotypical peak high school career and then went off to high school right after graduation, and I… well, I was the pudgy younger brother who did robotics. The rift between my brother and I extended to my father, well, step dad, who got to relive his glory days of football through him, while not knowing what I was talking about when discussing my interests. I almost think a selling point of him marrying my mom was that he got the jock son he always wanted, even if I was part of the package.

Truthfully, I always wanted to know what it would be like to be my brother or dad, bigger, but in the right way. Muscles, strong stature, confidence; they had all of those, while I had love handles and acne. Ashten was my only real friend and while puberty did a number to his libido, he stuck by me, though sometimes I wondered if it was to come over and stare at my brother.

An opportunity arose when Ashten came over last week excitedly, explaining he had found this vial online that would actually allow for us to take over any bodies we wanted. I thought he was crazy, but with Brendon in town from his latest deployment and staying with my dad and I for a few months, Ashten convinced me to at least try it. He snuck in while Brendon was taking a nap, I didn’t bother stopping him as I figured when his little plan failed, it would be a good lesson on maybe finally leaving my brother alone.

Ashten took the vial just moments earlier, but even as he approached Brendon, his skin became so slippery looking. That’s when I got intrigued. Ashthen jumped at Brendon and within seconds, he was actually doing down his throat! Brendon jumped awake but was too startled to do anything. Soon enough, Ashten slurped his way inside and Brendon laid still. The moment he opened his eyes he shot up and gasped for air. Immediately he was feeling himself up and checking himself out in the mirror, bringing us to where we left off. Ashten turned to me and raised one his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong man? I thought you’d be excited,” he said in Brendon’s voice, which I was still getting used to. I got up and paced, my nerves absolutely shot.

“Yeah man, I thought it was just some dumb joke or fantasy! I mean, you’re my fucking brother! Like… how is this even possible?” I asked him. He clapped his arms on my shoulders, which pushed me down.

“Sorry, not used to my new strength,” he chuckled. “Look, it’s real okay? And it’s temporary, so don’t even worry about it. Besides, your stepdad can be pretty sexy, it’s not weird, no blood involved”.

“Besides me fucking my own brother,” I corrected him.

“You mean him fucking you,” he countered, bopping me on the nose. I swatted his hand away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “Just see where rebellion takes you,” he growled into my ear. I could feel myself pitching a tent and trembling. He let go and laughed to himself before going back to the mirror.

“I’m just fucking with you man,” he said. He glanced at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Or rather, I will be,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. He was challenging me, wanting to take top dominant spot. And while seconds ago I was stunned and terrified, only lust and the desire to best him entered my brain now.

“We’ll see how the tables turn when I’m daddy,” I retorted. He smirked before clearing his throat.

“Hey dad! Can you get in here?” He called out. Turning to me, he winked. “Showtime.”

I could hear my stepdad’s heavy steps climbing up the stairs. I dashed into Brendon’s closet and uncorked the vial. Slamming it down, I nearly started choking from the taste. It was vile! Sour, bitter and almost like I was drinking toilet water. I began to feel a film develop on my skin, reminding me that I had to strip down. With the minimal space available to me in the closet, it took a few attempts to get my shirt and pants off, almost busting out of the door as I did. Once I was down to my underwear, I heard Brendon’s door open and the steps of my step dad as he walked in.

“What’s up bro?” He asked. Fucking shit I hated when he called Brendon that. He was just a substitute friend, not a son to him.

“I’m not feeling great, can you come here real quick?” Ash… I mean Brendon said.

“Umm…okay,” he said, stepping past the closet. I cracked open the door and saw him standing to the right, just past where I was. I slipped off my underwear and opened the door wider as he stepped closer to the bed. I almost slipped on the goo that was running down my legs. Brendon made eye contact with me just as my step dad made it to the edge of the bed. He was laying under the covers and made my brother look so pitiful.

“So… what’s going on? You like, sick or something?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say I’m sick,” Brendon said. I was right behind him when Brendon smirked. “Sick of seeing you with pants on!” He called out, flinging the comforter off himself and diving at my dad’s gym shorts.

“What the fuck!?” He called out as Brendon pulled down the shorts and revealed his former jock ass. Even 20 something years after high school, his ass was surprisingly perky.

“Dude!” I called out, panicking.

“Go in the ass!” Brendon yelled out, grabbing my dad and forcing him to bend over. Fucking hell! I ran forward and dived like I was going in to a pool, hoping this would work. His hole was spread open as my hands made contact. I began to slide inside and before I knew it, my head was engulfed into total darkness. I could feel the rumble of my dad as he yelled, his virgin as being penetrated for the first time. It was like I was going through a slip n slide. I felt my legs slip through, my ankles getting snagged right before slipping past the opening which squelched as it closed behind me. I stretched myself out, digging through his body to assimilate. One by one though, each limb slid into place, I could feel my borrowed strength come to me as each arm and leg took over. There was a tightness in around my face as I pushed through his neck. It was almost as if I couldn’t breathe. A panic began to grow as I struggled to breathe, only to feel my face lock behind his and I gasped for air.

My eyes shot open to see the floor of Ashton’s room, my meatier hands pressed against it, barely holding me up. The fresh breaths of air were exhilarating as I became accustomed to my new weight. My breathing finally came to a regular pattern when I saw two bare feet saunter over and stop in front of me. Looking up, I came face to face with Ashton’s erect cock, his sly smirk peaking over the shaft as he looked down on me.

“Well ‘dad’, looks like you could use a hand,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and bit his lip. “And I could use a mouth”. Any resistance I had planned on giving him immediately melted away and I pushed myself up high enough to tickle the head of his dick with my tongue. He chuckled, his leg spasming a bit.

“Don’t be such a fucking tease,” he groaned, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping me in the cheek with it.

“I want your lips around it,” he told me. I obeyed, taking my step father’s mouth and parted it just wide enough to allow him passage. Fuck, there was a clear taste which suggested Brendon hadn’t showered in a few days. It was almost intoxicating though. I used my tongue and lapped around the shaft of his cock, my lips slithering further down until I was almost to the base. There was clear resistance from my body as I could feel myself wanting to gag. Tears began to well in my eyes, tempted to break free. I held them back though, not wanting to give him any more of a boost in his ego.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down until my nose was buried into his pubes. The head of his dick rammed into the back of my throat, causing me to choke and pull back instinctively. He let go of me, my head lunging back and leaving me to cough while the water in my eyes streamed down my cheeks.

“We’ll have to work on that, don’t want to have a daddy that’s such a pussy,” Ashten said, his hands on his knees and that stupid fucking smile on his face.

“Fuck off,” I told him, getting up. He grabbed ahold of my wrist and pushed me against the wall. He pulled himself in closer until his mouth was against my ear.

“That’s right, your son is stronger than you now. So how about you be a good daddy and just follow some simple instructions?” He asked. His other hand reached down and stroked my cock, which I had only just realized was out as he had pulled these pants down just before I took over.

“Your first order is to have fun,” he said. His fingertips caressed my new sheath, making me tremble as the slightest motions sent shockwaves of pleasure across my body. “The second,” he continued, “Is to show off for me.” He pulled away from my ear, his grip tightening around my cock. Kissing my cheek, the locked eyes with me and licked his lips.

“W… what do you want to see?” I asked him. He raised an eyebrow, as if anticipating more. “Son?” I added. He smiled and relaxed his shoulders.

“I want to play dress up,” he said, letting go of my wrist and strolling past me to his closet. He opened up the door and rummaged for a second before throwing some clothes at me. I looked through and saw a football pants and a jockstrap.

“I want my football player daddy to dress up, strip down, and then take his son’s cock. I want his seed to rest in him while he touches himself, and then, when I tell him to, he can stain these pants with his cum.” Ashten must have planned out this fantasy for ages now. And despite how much I began to resent him for having his planned far more in advance than he let on, I was too turned on to object. I fiddled with the jock before sliding it on, feeling the tight straps cling to my thighs which were far too girthy to be contained by it. I figured the pants would present a similar issue, but luckily they were meant for padding, so despite being a snug fit, I was able to get them on with little trouble. I hated to admit it, but feeling the compression of the shorts and jock was fucking sexy. I could feel my cock pressing itself against both layers, begging to be released.

“Now give you son a lil smile,” he said, eyeing me up. I obeyed, grabbing at my cock and tugging it through the pants. I felt like a fucking sexy bull in my step dad’s body and Brendon’s football gear. Maybe we would have to do more of this after all.

“Good boy,” he said, pulling me in close and rubbing his hands over my chest. “I think this suits you quite nicely”. He leaned in and stuck his tongue in my mouth, wrestling with mine before pulling away and spinning me to face the bed.

“Let’s see that sexy ass now,” he ordered me. I did as he commanded, getting on the bed and pulling down the pants to my knees. I wiggled my ass, making him coo as I peaked over my shoulder. He had leaned against the bed and proceeded to slap my ass with his new hands. He had a death grip on my cheeks, spreading them apart and diving in face first. My borrowed voice let out a deep moan as I felt his tongue rim my hole, tickling the edges and lathering them up. I could feel my jockstrap beginning to dampen as precum began to leak from the sensation. The tingle of pure eroticism made my whole body shiver as I loosened up for me new son.

“Fuuuuuckk…” I managed to moan out, feeling my legs spread further apart, until the constraint of my pants held them from moving any further. I wished I could get a photo of this, I would look at it every damn night; my brother having his face buried in my step dad’s ass, making him almost cum on the spot.

“I think we’re ready,” he told me, getting up. Before I could even react, I felt Brendon’s thick cock press against my hole and slide in. The shockwave of pain made me yell out and throw my head back. Brendon grabbed the small tuft from my head he could grasp and pulled my head back. I could catch a glimpse of him from behind as he pounded away in me. His cock hit my prostate like a jackhammer, picking up speed and making me lose myself in the ecstasy.

The pain had immediately subsided and soon I was overcome with the rush of pleasure as he dominated my hole. He pulled out, leaving my hole to gape and beg for more. He stepped up fully on the bed and pressed his thighs against mine before lowering himself down. It took only a second of working around it before his cock found his way inside of me again. His arms wrapped around my chest as he hugged me close and went in like a bullet train. It was becoming way too much for me to handle, without even touching myself, I could feel my balls tightening and the pressure building.

“Oh fuck! Fuck I’m about to cum!” I yelled out.

“Yeah daddy cum for me!” He yelled back. He wrapped an arm around my neck and squeezed, leaving me light headed as cum spurt inside of my jock. Each load felt more powerful than the last and I could feel my cock swimming in it as the jock cupped my seed.

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to seed you,” he moaned. His last few thrusts were powerful, pushing his cock balls deep inside of me until he let it rest in place. I could feel it twitch inside of me as wave after wave of his load spread inside. He threw his head back and roared like a god damn lion. He was breathing so heavy, exhausted and spent. He pulled out, a sensation almost as enjoyable as the feeling of his cum coating me.

Once he was out, I could feel the dribble of cum leak from my hole, trailing down my taint and mixing with the cum I had still had resting in my jock. Looking down, I could see the small pool of it stain the bed.

“Fuck dude, we’re doing this again,” he said, walking away to admire himself in the mirror once more. “There’s no way I’m letting this be a one time thing,” he continued, flexing.

“Okay ‘son’, I think I can make that work,” I told him, my knees giving away and allowing me to fall stomach first on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to see him admiring his work.

“But next time,” I told him, “I get to be Brendon”.

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my little secret

reader x mgg

she/her pronouns used (but you can imagine whatever you want)

reader has a secret tumblr account where she writes fanfiction about her husband

mature themes.

Matthew Gray Gubler walks around his house. Looking for his wife. She was nowhere to be found. He knocks on her office door. He knows she may not hear because sometimes she plays music loudly in her headphones so he opens the door and steps in. He sees her bopping her head to whatever song she may be playing and typing rapidly. He smiles at the sight.

Since the door to the office was behind her, she doesn’t see him creep up behind her. Perfect opportunity for a spooky scare. He’s about to scare her when he notices what she’s doing on her computer.

She’s on Tumblr. Typing up what looks to be a long story? He knows she’s an author but wow. Her fingers move extra fast over the keyboard and he senses inspiration was hitting her over and over.

Then he sees what she’s writing. A few lines stick out to him.

“He slipped his length inside of her slowly.”

“Her dripping heat.”

“She moans out, ‘Spencer’ and grips the blankets.”

She’s writing a smut story on Tumblr with a character named Spencer? Out of the ordinary. He thinks. She’s stopped typing to think for a second. Now or never. He thinks.

“Boo!” He yells and touches her shoulders. She screams so loud and frantically tries to hide what she was writing. She clicks save on the draft and closes the page.

“Whatcha writing.” He smirks knowing full well what she was doing.

“What..N..Nothing.” She stammers and stands up. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want anything.”

Matthew looks at the empty chair and sits down and opens Tumblr to see what she had written.

She screams, “NOO!! Don’t look at that.”

He laughs while going onto her blog. It’s a Spencer Reid fan account. She had revealed little details like her name and favorite music, but hadn’t notified her followers of her marriage to a certain man. She had also written fanfiction about Spencer that was, accurate, in terms of the size of a certain body part.

He clicks on a post with his name in it. It reads, Do you guys think Matthew Gray Gubler brushes his teeth in the shower?

“Hey, that was ONE time!” He says out loud.

She scoffs, “Twice, actually.”

Another one, a photo of his lap zoomed in on the crotch with the caption, “His wife must be happy.”

“She is.” He says out loud. She is absolutely mortified at his findings.

He keeps reading. Spencer, Spencer, Himself, Spencer.

“So you love Spencer more than you love me?” He jokingly pouts.

“Yeah I’m planning on leaving you for Spencer Reid. We’re running away together tonight.” She jokes back.

“I won’t let you!” He dramatically stands up and grabs her. They both hear a loud cry from upstairs.

“Someone’s hungry.” She says and leaves to the kitchen to get her baby’s bottle. Matthew goes upstairs to comfort their daughter. When his wife comes upstairs, the sight is so beautiful it should be framed.

Matthew’s in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his daughter and gently cradling her while she’s fussing. He’s whispering a poem to her. He sees his wife walk in and she hands him the bottle.

“There you go baby, see, you were just hungry sweetie.” He speaks in a voice sweeter than honey. He smiles down at her. When she falls asleep in his arms he brings her back to the crib and lays her down. Meanwhile, his wife puts on a relaxation cd that has lullabies, soft sounds and ocean waves. They exit the room quietly.

“Back to Tumblr I presume.” He smiles. “I thought you were supposed to be working on your next book.”

“I am, it’s just something on the side to keep my skills fresh.” She replies.

“Does the publishing company know about this ‘extracurricular activity’ of yours?” He takes her arm and they walk back to the office together.

“No, like I said it’s just something fun. Testing the waters.” She slips back into her chair and opens Tumblr again.

Matthew comes up right behind her and whispers in her ear. “I’m never letting you live this down.” He runs away but she grabs the water gun on her desk and chases him with it.

the end (they lived happily ever after)

just a silly little story

this man deserves a child i had to include him w a baby

@whoisspence this is one of the fics i was talking abt

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can you do capt price with an s/o who used to have braces (the reader has glasses) and proce found this out cause like he was going through all photo albums and stumbled upon readers old pics when the reader was like in middle school (OH AND ALSO IMAGINE THE READER BEING A METALHEAD IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND UNTIL NOW AND PRICE IS JUST SO SUPRISED HAHAHAH)

I am so sleepy so this may be bad or short but i find this hilarious

One of the reasons Price loved you was because you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair complimented your eyes, and the jewelry you wore sat glistening on your skin. Your figure gave him something to grab onto, all his favorite parts of your body on display when you wore those tight fitting dresses for the summer.

When you brought the man home to your parent’s house, you’d expected him to be downstairs helping out for dinner despite how much you tell him to rest. It’s the sweet, traditional side of him.

Not in your childhood room, silently looking through things that aren’t technically hidden, so you can’t get upset with him for noticing.

And it wasn’t the records plastered on your wall with a protective glass over them, or the stickers permanently stuck to the sides of your mirror—it was the pictures. All in relatively small frames that didn’t have the best quality, but good quality enough for him to see the worst of you. You stroll out the bathroom and close the door to the man holding one and chuckling to himself. His brow was turned up in amusement.

“Put. That. Down.”

He turns to you with the frame still in hand, his face never wavering even though you looked like you were about to combust with embarrassment. Cheeks red, eyes blown wide darting anywhere else but him, and hands coming up to cover your face.

The worst part was, you knew exactly which picture he was holding. It was you and two other girls, one of which you don’t speak to anymore. Anyway, your teeth were dark with black braces to match the atrocious personality you’d invented for yourself at the time, and your haircut was one you try your best to forget about. You really wish you would’ve thrown that away.

It doesn’t help your features look the exact same.

The only difference was you were wearing your prescription glasses, the ones you brought into adulthood, but they were somewhere tucked in a drawer as your contacts held their spot.

“Why? You look adorable.” He teases. You looked far from that. You were a menace.

His perfectly sculpted beard moves as he tips his head back in laughter, genuinely taken aback by young you. You somehow are still the same, just more tolerable, with a snappy attitude on top but a lovey dovey mess underneath.

“Oh my god.” You wanted to roll yourself up in a ditch and never escape. The only reason you kept that picture was because the other girl has the same one. The date was written on the back in marker, but you didn’t have to look to know it was during your darkest days.

You finally calm yourself and blink up to your spouse, who seemed to be in thought. His mouth opened to ask, then it closed, and it took everything in you to pretend you didn’t see it. You just knew it would be something else by the taunting half-smile on his face.

Instead, you asked him what he was about to say. You shouldn’t have.

“I searched up the band on the wall. They still around?” He asked.

And while the question seemed purely genuine, you did not take it as such. One side of you wanted to tell him, “No, they stopped making music a while ago,” and the other half is saying, “Kill me now.”

Now he knows you used to listen to metal, but not just the regular kind; the barely coherent, head-bopping, voice-ripping kind. If the man wasn’t older, and this was Gaz, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you emo.

“No,” you mustered up. You tried your best to not return to the previous state of embarrassment, but knowing your husband, he’d now look into it and try to get you printed shirts for your birthday and whatnot.

He didn’t openly tell you how weird or concerning it was, but this was worse. When someone won’t tell you something directly, but you just know what they’re thinking anyway.

“I didn’t think a pretty lady like you would listen to that.”

. .

The entire way to the dinner table he was on and off laughing. It even got the point he had to temporarily excuse himself, just somehow unable to rid the image from his mind. Even though that’s far from what he wanted.

This late in the relationship and your mother still has horror stories to tell.

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slow dancing in a burning room - five.one

word count: 4.5k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, angst. starting to get a bit rougher here, kids.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I know this series is a bit different to what you’re used to from me, so I hope you keep reading. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support x

four.

You’d taken some time off to get Bradley settled into the apartment after the incident. He was quick to try and convince you he didn’t need a babysitter, unless you had ulterior motives to spend days at home alone together, and he wriggled his eyebrows in that way that would make you giggle and roll your eyes, it was all very over-the-top and romcom.

But he could admit, he needed you to help him with little things that hurt more than they should and you freely admitted, much to his chagrin, that you wouldn’t be able to concentrate with him at the apartment by himself if something happened.

Not surprisingly, he was stir-crazy after a few days which didn’t surprise either of you. Bradley Bradshaw did not know how to relax. He wasn’t big on vacations (he didn’t have a big friend group and could find a million reasons to prefer time to himself than be wrangled into stuff with his work friends). He freely confessed he was easily comfortable in his own company, but it was pretty evident quickly it was different when he was banged up and more or less under house arrest.

He'd powered through the book you’d hoped he’d enjoy in about three hours (he had to assure you he really enjoyed it so it was easy to scream through) so you relied on Amazon to deliver almost daily, channel surfed relentlessly, he was no good at binging TV and napped off and on through the day. But it simply came down to idle hands. Fine in his company on his own terms, but with strict orders to rest his head and give his body and mind time to heal – no gym, no running (nothing that he could exert himself with... including sex), no booze, no fun, he had reasoned – Bradley Bradshaw was figuratively climbing the walls.

Physically, aside from a few bumps and bruises, he appeared absolutely fine, but he couldn’t lie and pretend his head wasn’t still splitting and much to your annoyance, he was resisting the painkillers as frequently as he could. What he was trying to prove, you weren’t sure, but it seemed unnecessary to continue the discomfort for the sake of it and you let him know gently each time he refused the pills you held to him.

“My body, I’ll choose what goes into it,” he told you with a tight-lipped smile, ignoring his lunchtime pills and bopping you on the nose instead.

“Okay,” was all you could shrug kindly. What else could you say and do? Anyone who had met Bradley knew he was no kind of pushover. He could have a certain gruffness, an agitation to him. Quiet and reflective if you didn’t know him, but he’d talk you under the table once he was comfortable with you.

But push him; he will resist. He’d said years ago if he had to put his life into a song it would be Corduroy by Pearl Jam, you understood it implicitly these days.

I'll take the varmint's path Oh, and I must refuse your test A-push me and I will resist This behaviour's not unique

You wandered in to find him cooking a few nights later, the waft from the front door absolutely delicious. You loved it, Bradley was a wonderful cook just like he proved he would be and you loved coming home to find him whipping something up in the kitchen.

He was one of those freaks who could watch a 90-second YouTube clip and figure out a recipe easily, inspired.

It infuriated you that he might have been a better cook than you were too but you would never tell him.

But God, you could get used to this, you realised. He hadn’t heard you come in (you snuck in quietly without fanfare after you’d walked into him dozing a few times that you didn’t want to interrupt just in case he was getting some well-deserved zzz’s). You carefully wrapped your arms around him, feeling him jolt in surprise before chuckling quietly. You kissed between his shoulder blades over his tank, he gave a quiet moan in response and he reached back for you. “I’m home, sweetheart.”

“Welcome home, love,” he said, turning to face you. The cuts on his face were well on their way to healing, but the purple rims around his honey-drenched eyes from lack of sleep overnight were evident. You didn’t know why he wasn’t sleeping and weren’t comfortable asking him yet. He certainly wasn’t complaining of being tired but he didn’t mention each morning that he was staying up all hours.

His palms held your cheeks and kissed you gently, a series of loving pecks. “Missed you today,” you admitted. You quite enjoyed coming home to him and you hoped he agreed. This moving in with a boy wasn’t too bad in all honesty. Not one that cooked, was incredibly tidy and about the sexiest man you’d ever met... that happened to be as infatuated with you as you were with him.

“Me too,” he smiled, his lips kissing the arch of your brow.

“What are you making me for dinner tonight, Chef Bradshaw?” you peered under his arm as you saw your large pot with a rolling boil of water.

“Vodka pasta,” he said. “With a glass of wine?” he asked hopefully.

“Sorry baby, but you gotta be patient a few more days until the doc gives you the green light, okay?”

He groaned. “There are too many OK’s I’m waiting for…” he muttered, a little restless. Maybe a bit petulant.

“I know,” you snuggled into him, your fingers tracing the elastic waist around his basketball shorts.

“I only really want one OK though. Just a tender green light,” he whispered, urging his hips forward to rest against yours. “Miss you, just wanna fuck so bad,” he whined.

You offered him a careful smile but didn’t answer. What could you say? You knew he was downplaying the pain in his ribs still, and his headaches weren’t vanishing as quickly as he’d like regardless of the multitude of ways you’d been fantasising about how he could please you while you couldn’t be intimate for now.

You’d offered a blow job here and there, and he appreciated the offer, but he admitted it wouldn’t satisfy him the way being tangled up with you could. “Whatcha get up to today?”

He raised a wary eyebrow at your abrupt change of topic, kind of hating being left hanging when you’d normally have fallen into some sexy banter with him that would always lead to something even more risqué. He sighed silently and turned back to the stovetop while you gave him space and propped yourself on the bench while he tasted the simmering sauce. “Netflix. Went for a run – ”

“Bradley – ” you tried as you saw his brawny, tanned shoulders tense.

“Love, please don’t. I needed the run – clear my head a bit,” he explained, not looking at you.

Okay. “Did you have the Telehealth with the shrink?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said quietly, a gentle nonchalant shrug creasing his features.

“Go okay?”

He turned back and sighed, resting his big hands on his slender hips, exasperated. “I just don’t wanna do the shrink, okay?” he confessed. “Please don’t give me a hard time about this.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, but he stared back, daring you. He knew you had something to say but he had years of trauma to work through and you weren’t surprised that he really didn’t want to go back to the start and overanalyse every horrible thing that had happened in his life again. Who could blame him? “I don’t blame you,” you conceded. “I know it sucks to feel so on display like that. Raw. But you and I both know it’s for the best.”

He hummed, but there was nothing pleasant about it, it was almost a growl. “You’ve had years of therapy… tell me honestly,” he straightened and guided you to the corner of the bench, where he pressed between your thighs, his hands massaging your quads, keeping you in place, well and truly trapped by his presence.

“What?” you asked softly, his imposing frame hovering over you.

“Tell me if the shrink is going to bring my parents back, or if it’s going to make my job any easier,” he watched your face so sternly and a dark sneer rose as your jaw gaped gently. He hummed, already pleased at your reaction.

Well, that was blunt.

“Bradley – ” you tried.

“No, really. I need to know. You come home once a week quiet and disillusioned after your session. I am watching you work through your issues, but really… what has it truly fixed? How has it healed you, love?” he asked, probing deeper. “You still refuse to talk to your dad, the mere mention of him upsets you – ”

“Bradley, please…” It wasn’t about you this time.

“My dad died when I was four, I barely remember it or any trauma from that time. All I recognise is the sympathy I get every time someone mentions me being Goose Bradshaw's kid. I’m nearly fuckin’ 40.”

“Yes, Bradley – ”

“I haven’t finished,” he muttered. “I watched my mother die when I was 17 and moved on with my life. I do things in my job that make me proud and shatter me all at the same time, but I still function every day. I know the weapons I use cause more damage than good, no matter what the leaders of this country say. No matter what my superiors tell me about the honourable peacekeeping I’m supposedly doing. Why can’t I just process these things on my own?” his voice was so even, you were finding it hard to meet his eyes. “I think I have done a fuckin’ great job to now.”

“Because you love what you do – ” You tried to remind him of the stipulations made to get him back in the air. Ribs healed, mental health functioning well. In the greater scheme of things, it made total sense he’d have those hoops to jump through.

“Why does someone else get to decide if I’m mentally fit to get back in my jet? That person knows nothing about me. Nothing about my childhood, school, college… Mav. Not how in love with you I am, how someone else now gets to dictate if we’re intimate – which is also killing me,” he added for good measure. In himself, he knew he was perfectly capable to please you, but each advance was delicately refused and while he knew you were only doing what the doctor ordered – he hoped – it was starting to eat at him too that you were keeping your distance. He volunteered to repeatedly go down on you, but you told him you were okay and looking forward to moments you could share together, just like him. He accepted that, but just because he couldn’t be pleasured didn’t mean he wanted you to go without too. It was a woeful cycle.

“I know, sweetheart. I miss you too.”

“I could just have you right here… I feel fine, and you feel so fine to me,” he whispered against your jaw, nose nuzzling your pulse. “But you’re just like them at the moment. You see that I’m still me. I’m healthy. My body is healing… but you’re resisting too,” he said, retracting his body steadily and moving back to the stove, checking the sauce as you recoiled, immediately missing his touch.

He had far too much time to think about things, with or without the shrink’s help.

“Bradley, just give your body the time it needs,” you tried although the way his body rescinding like that made you feel bitterly cold. You missed his warmth quickly.

“It’s in right working order,” he snapped your name. “I’m fucking fine and I don’t need a bunch of lab-coated douchebags, or you, to tell me different.”

You held your hands up, slipping off the counter. “Okay, okay,” you stood down… on many fronts. You walked to him and bunched his tank at the chest in your palms and brought his lips to yours. “I’m sorry. I see that you’re doing really well. You’re the best judge here.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. “I need you to hear me, love,” he pleaded, bobbing to rest his forehead against yours. “No one else seems to.”

Hearing a knock at the door, you gave Rooster a quizzical look and he gave a small smile. “I invited someone to dinner.”

“Better not be my dad...” you muttered as he shook his head, a weak, apologetic call on his lips.

“Of course not,” he pulled himself from you and stood to height, heading for the door as you poured yourself a cool glass of water, even if a half dozen tequilas seemed more appropriate. You’d been home ten minutes and your nerves were fucking fried. You clutched the sink, trying to centre yourself and upon hearing your name, you looked up at Bradley as he stood side-by-side, mountaining over the man that made his life miserable all those years ago.

“Maverick, hi,” you managed to say, biting back the choking feeling in your throat as he gave a slight wave and presented you with a half dozen burnt orange roses. They were beautiful and Bradley grinned at the gesture.

“Been a while,” he said softly and if age wearied him, he was certainly showing it. “What’s it been? Fifteen years or so?”

You shrugged, a little shellshocked, gazing at Bradley who was very interested in his tanned bare feet suddenly. “Could be…”

“How’s your grandpa?”

“He’s good. Usual Viper,” you supposed as Mav nodded.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Maverick said as Bradley joined you, resting his palms on your waist as he held you from behind. “So, you weren’t kidding, kid. You two are very much together.”

“This is the love of my life, Mav,” he pressed a kiss into your hair as you pushed through with your smile, hoping it didn’t appear as confused as it was feeling and Maverick smiled, fondly. “Love, Mav is here for dinner if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, forcing the affirmative into your voice.

Where the fuck had this come from?

“I appreciate the invite,” Maverick said.

“It’s no problem,” Bradley spoke up

“I guess I’ll set the table…” you loosened Bradley’s grip and thought maybe, just maybe… you were going to need that wine to get through the night. “Mav, can I get you a drink?” you asked politely.

“I’ll just stick to water,” he replied.

Fuck.

“No problem,” you said, pulling away from Bradley to collect some glasses and busy yourself elsewhere.

“Bet you’re glad to have Bradley home?” Maverick asked as you collected the crockery. He held his hands out, hoping to help you. You let him, the room was far too small for a snarky comment not to be heard by all. Not to let Bradley feel your discomfort.

You gave a kind smile and contemplated your answer. “Of course. But I suppose not in these circumstances.”

He nodded faintly. “I understand. I want you to know I did everything I could up there to keep him safe – ”

“Mav,” Bradley cut in. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything.”

“I guess it could have been a lot worse,” you agreed, and that tone of seeped through. Fuck it, you said. They might not have been drinking, but you were going to make this discomfort a little easier on yourself at least and went to the fridge for the bottle of rose you’d been resisting, not wanting to drink around Bradley while he was recommended not to.

“Good drop,” Mav said, calmly. He could feel the air around you – the confusion, the hurt. He knew Bradley probably hadn’t told you everything – regardless of what was classified or not. Bradley had said there were no secrets between you, he had told Mav how in love with you he was on the way home, evacuated to safety. Maverick wouldn’t leave Bradley’s side, regardless of his orders. He was going to make sure Bradley made it back to dry land, safe and sound.

Feeling a hand on your hip, Bradley tenderly kissed your temple. “Grub’s up, love. Take a seat, I’ll stand.”

The apartment was just not conducive for three. No room for a dining table, you generally ate together on the couch or at the counter on the stools when an effort was made. “No,” you reassured him, softening as he smiled at you, his palms cupping your jaw before he lightly kissed you. “I’ll stand.”

Bradley came to bed lightly later that night. You’d left him and Mav to chat for a while, before excusing yourself at a reasonable time to shower and take your leave. In your PJs, you had moved on to your book, what you were reading you weren’t quite processing, your head dizzy with your distraction. Each time you heard a laugh you felt more confused than before.

Pete Mitchell was in your apartment. And he’d been willingly invited by Bradley Bradshaw. When had this narrative changed?

“Lovvve,” he drawled, crawling into bed with you. He crept his body over yours, not daring to sneak between the sheets. “Thank you for tonight,” he pressed sweet kisses into your forehead, temple and finally the tip of your nose. He wriggled his thighs between yours and took your book, tossing it towards the bedside table – its crash suggesting it well and truly missed it, bookmark be damned.

“Hmm,” you replied, but he knew it was a more put-off sound as he chuckled quietly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sure seems it,” you replied.

“No, really. I’m sorry,” he said with a little more sincerity, but the fond grin and dancing eyes told the story. “Kiss me,” he whispered, nudging his nose with yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me Mav was coming over tonight?” you blurted out before his lips touched yours and he paused, jerking back slightly. “I didn’t think you could stand him.”

You searched his face. You could see his brain working and trying to find an excuse that would appease you. And when he said to you, “We’re trying to work on our relationship,” you almost pushed him off you. He had you pinned for a reason but sadly for you, he was under the microscope.

“What happened for anything to change? A month ago, you were dreading him as your CO… now your buds again? My brain can’t even compute the venom you’ve spat at him and then he’s in my kitchenette for dinner and I have to pretend he hasn’t hurt you - ”

“Our kitchenette,” Bradley correctly you gently. “I live here too, remember?”

Sighing, you ran your thumb against the faint gash healing on his neck and his eyes fluttered closed, sweetly. “Yes…” you corrected yourself. “Our kitchenette. But I still need some warning about stuff like this, roomie.”

He nodded. “Okay, you’re right. I fucked up there.”

“What happened for everything to change between you and Mav?”

He sighed and rolled to your side, his thigh still curled over yours. “It isn’t that simple.”

“Then spell it out to me. Because tonight over dinner, you two were as thick as thieves. You hardly missed a beat.”

He gave a gentle smile but his eyes begged for mercy. “Do we have to do this right now?”

“Well, I could have asked when he appeared three hours ago, but I figured that may have embarrassed you both,” the sarcasm dripped from your tongue and you were trying so hard to remain calm.

“That’s fair,” he had to admit. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t give you any warning. That was wrong of me.”

“It’s just a fuckin’ text, Bradley,” you sniped quietly.

He nodded. “You’re right, I should have at least given you that much.”

“I felt like a complete idiot. You gave me no time to prepare.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you handled it beautifully,” Bradley laughed quietly at the grimace that shrouded your face and his face softened as he kissed your temple. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I’ll be more considerate of inviting guests.”

“It’s got nothing to do with guests,” you pursed your lips together, the fever burning under the surface of your skin simmering as you closed your eyes a moment and you felt Bradley move to his pillow. “It’s Mav. Singular. One guest.”

You looked at him as he crossed his legs; for a moment, you wondered if you’d gone too hard. He wasn’t angry, he was passive, and that might have made you more furious. “He helped raise me when Dad died. He tried to after mom died.”

“And he pulled your papers from the Academy. I know all this.”

“He told me he pulled my papers because I wasn’t ready to trust my instincts. I was too reliant on the rules and unprepared to break them if need be.”

Remaining quiet, you willed him to go on.

“Before I left, I know I was the worst to you. My moods were deplorable, I was a fucking asshole to you. And I wasn’t lying when I say Mav got to me every single day. The night Phoenix and Bob were caught in the bird strike…” he sighed. “I fuckin’ laid into him. I didn’t tell you. It just came out, I guess compounded with everything else that had happened that day. I wanted to take his goddamn head off, I hadn’t seen red like that in years. And I remember coming home and taking it out on you, my sweet girl,” he frowned sadly. “I should have been able to handle my business better and not take it out on the one person that I love most in this world. I don’t know why you stay by my side, because I know I’m hard to contend with…”

Sighing, you rolled over to face him, twirling a loose tendril that curled above his brow. “Think you’re the first grumpy flyboy I’ve ever dealt with?” you asked fondly as he flushed a little. “I just want you to be okay. And you’re only a few weeks away from returning to desk duty. But you know you need to go through the motions. Don’t take it out on me, they aren’t my rules.”

“I know,” he dropped his eyes. “I shouldn’t be lashing out, I’m just so frustrated.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“The shrink thing is really bothering me,” he confided quietly.

“I know, sweetheart,” you pressed your thumb into his temple before scootching closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulder, cradling him tenderly in your arms. He breathed in your body wash, grounding himself. “You’ll get through this. I’ll be right there beside you.”

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly against your chest. His lips pressed against your tee until you could feel the sweet kisses against your jaw… then pulse. His large hands circled your waist, dragging you to him. You so badly wanted to resist, but he was so warm, smelled so good and felt so strong against you. “I love you.”

He nuzzled to your lips, those first slow steps of how to make you come undone. “Bradley…” you warned. He hummed in reply, but it was a dare. He was willing you to ask him to stop but resistance was futile as his long fingers walked under your nightshirt, grasping the meat of your hip and pushing his thigh between yours, opening you to him, his kiss relentless.

“Feel good?” he asked softly. He was desperate for you. He hadn’t felt so pent up since he was a stupid horny kid. He didn’t know how frustrated he could feel until the option for intimacy was snatched away from him. Your diligence to stay true to the doctor's orders was obscene to him. He didn’t realise how by the book you could be… from him, an irony.

And it had been so hard for you to resist him – your beautiful boy deserved to be loved but every time he touched you, you were positive you’d hurt him. And while he was healing, he still needed time, something he was unwilling to apprehend when he felt fine in himself.

Fine.

“You’re resisting,” he muttered, his tongue tracing your lips. There was a tension in his voice, it was subtle, but you could feel it to your bones. “Why are you holding back?”

You sighed and pulled back a little. His frown clouded his handsome face and he huffed, rolling back to his pillow and staring hard at the roof above him. “Come on, it’s only another few weeks, sweetheart.”

He rubbed his face. “Jesus Christ, don’t you think I’m the best judge of my body?”

“Of course – ”

“Since I’ve gotten home, you’ve looked at me like I’m I should be wrapped in cotton wool. You won’t touch me, you won’t kiss me, am I that hideous to you?”

You sat up, a little insulted. “Bradley, no of course not – ”

“Christ, when did you decide I was so repulsive to you? I’ve always had these scars, you know,” he hissed, his tone sharp. “I knew you hated them.”

“Bradley, my God, you’re spiralling. What are you talking about?” you reached for him, but he moved wide from your touch. This man beside you, Bradley... he was reaching. You were only trying to be considerate of his injuries -

“Can’t we just fuck? Jesus Christ. If you don’t want to be with me, just fuckin’ say it already.”

“Hey, hey,” you said softly, cowering on yourself. “I just don’t want to hurt you. I'm sorry, Bradley,” you said meekly. “There is no other reason – ”

“I said I feel fine. It’s a few bruises. Why won’t you fuckin’ touch me? I come near you, and you find every excuse under the sun to get away from like me.”

“That’s not true – ”

“Like hell it isn’t.”

“I don’t mean to, I’m just so scared to…” you replied.

He pulled his shirt off, a large, long bruise still over his right pectoral. You’d guessed it was from the seatbelt shunting him back into his seat when the jet -

When the jet crashed. When he could have died.

“Please baby, I need to feel you. Please don’t be scared of me,” he begged.

“I’m not scared of you, Bradley,” you told him, moving closer and kissing his bruised though soft skin. He moaned immediately and laced his fingers into your hair. It was a reaction he couldn’t stop, even as he seethed at the same time.

“Then don’t be scared for me, either,” he urged, though the softness in his voice returned from your familiar kiss. “I’m really fuckin’ good at what I do.” The double meaning in his tone told you. “I’ll always come home to you.”

And while you believed it because he was with you right now, that was all that mattered regardless of his to tell you the whole story of what happened that day to get him (and you) stuck in this predicament.

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raainberry · 7 months

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As NAYEON'S birthday and her giving us "No problem" live performance!

You gotta try It!! (If not busy ofc)

Idol;Im Nayeon. Song "No problem " by Nayeon

No Problem

« An absolute bop that Nayeon sang specifically for ME to enjoy. »

Nayeon x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - a wave of fatigue pushes you to cancel on an early morning date with Nayeon. she doesn’t mind though.

wordcount - 1.5K

A/N - You are absolutely right anon I did try, but it took me a week to get inspired and I don’t like to force things so here we are SORRY, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO NAYEON THO 😬🎉

Maybe putting your bed against the window wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had.

It was cute a few months ago, when spring brought its prettiest days. You enjoyed the sunlight, and the breeze on the hotter ones, reading books while your girlfriend napped in your lap.

Now that summer came to an end, though, fall announced itself with a few rain drops falling through the window before landing on your skin.

You retracted your leg into the covers, groaning to yourself as the light forced you to open your eyes.

You stared at the open window, feeling the same breeze that helped cooling down the room from the late summer heat of the night before.

The thick, grey clouds were nice to look at. Somewhat of a new and more interesting sight after weeks of clear blue skies, one you found comfort in.

It would have been cute now too if you’d just closed the window.

You sighed, sitting up enough to close it before letting yourself fall back against the pillows. You were too tired to stay up any longer.

It had been a very long week, filled with overtime and whatnot. It was all a blur, you barely knew what happened, but you sure were feeling the aftermath…

You looked at the time on your phone. 8:32am. You were supposed to meet up with Nayeon in a couple of hours. She wanted to check out this new café that opened down her street, but with the looks of things on your side, it looked like it would have to wait…

“No problem.”

You smiled at your girlfriend’s words as if she could see it through the phone.

“You’re too good for me.” You sighed dramatically, making her laugh.

“Why? What did I do?” She asked in between giggles.

“I just called you to cancel on something you’ve been looking to do, I feel awful yet you’re not even a little bit upset about it.” You explained.

“Y/N, you’re not feeling well, the least I can do is be understanding. It’s not like you’re canceling for no reason.” She assured. “I will be upset if we don’t see each other, though.”

You smiled once more, “I was just about to ask you to come over instead.”

“And I’m already on my way. We’re so perfect for each other.” She joked, making you laugh.

“Just hurry.”

And just that she did.

You barely had time to shower that she was already making herself comfortable under your roof.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Nayeon, how can I help you?” You asked, rounding the corner into the living room where she was unpacking some takeaway bag.

The sound of your voice made her turn to you with the brightest grin, matching her eyes, and that’s all you remember before she crashed into your arms, hugging you tight enough to show you how much she’d missed you.

And just in case that wasn’t enough, she voiced it.

“I missed you so much!”

“It’s only been a week.” You chuckled, downplaying your own feelings.

“Yes, and look in what state I get you back.” She pointed out. “All worn out and not fun. You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

She pouted, removing any want and need to tease her from your mind.

“Well, you didn’t give me a chance to.” You argued.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance before puckering her lips. That earned her a long awaited kiss as you couldn’t resist the sight.

“You’re lucky you’re cute enough.” You smirked, earning yourself a push as she turned back to the takeaway bag.

“What did you bring?” You asked, looking over her shoulders as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Coffee from the new place.” She smiled. “You couldn’t go so I brought it to you.”

The gesture warmed your heart. She was so sweet to you, you felt undeserving at times like these. You knew she didn’t blame you, nor did she mind it, but you were still mad at yourself for not being able to push through this fatigue.

It’s been going for a few weeks now, but as you barely had time to recover, it only piled up with time.

Although it was new to you, Nayeon was familiar with the feeling. That’s why she was so understanding. You knew that, but still… She still made sure to include you in her packed schedule. She still made sure to show up.

You usually did too, which is why you couldn’t help but feel bad for not being able to return the effort this time around.

“You wanted to go that bad?” You frowned, feeling even worse.

“Yeah, it was so cute, Y/N you would have loved it! There were flowers and green everywhere, and the barista was so nice.” She gushed, turning around in your embrace to face you.

You put on a smile as quickly as you could, not wanting to bring her mood down on top of everything else.

“I’ll go with you next time, I promise.”

That promise, along with your smile, seemed good enough for her to overlook the negative.

She saw right through that smile you offered her, but she knew you didn’t want to sulk. She knew you wanted to cheer up just as much as she did, and that was her job.

So she simply smiled back, and handed you the coffee she’d ordered for you.

“Your favorite.”

“Thank you.” You let go of her waist to grab the cup, giving it a smell before bringing it to your lips.

“How is it?” She asked, curious. “Good, right?”

You nodded approvingly, “So good. I might just go live with you, and go there every day.”

“Very good excuse. I’ve taught you well.” She smiled, pinching your cheeks.

She loved to find silly things to use as an excuse to be even closer to you. The first one was the cold as you started dating last winter, which she used to steal one one of your sweaters. The last one was your place being closer to her workplace than her own apartment, which she used to sleep over last week, and a lot of other times.

“So what do you want to do?”

“I just want to spend the day with you doing nothing…” You said truthfully, inviting her to join you on the couch with open arms.

She happily accepted the invitation, and practically jumped into your arms where she felt herself get squeezed against your chest almost immediately.

“Will that make you feel better?” She asked, freeing herself away enough to look at you.

Her gaze held such care for you, all you could do was smile out of shyness. You couldn’t believe she she felt the same way you did about her.

It made you all giddy, leaving you with nothing but the urge to kiss her. It was the only way to express what you felt for her in those moments.

So you brushed a hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear before placing a kiss on her lips, where you tasted a bit of her own coffee.

“You have no idea.”

“Then it works for me.” She smiled, resting her head back against your chest.

The two of you ended up cuddling on the couch all day, alternating between lazy activities such as watching and commenting dramas, as well as napping. Sometimes, one of you would fall asleep during an entire episode, but only because you knew the other would catch you up on what you missed.

It was all simple, really, and maybe that’s what made you love that day so much. All you did was appreciate her presence, relishing in the warmth her body and mind provided in this cooling weather.

It was healing almost, how easy it was to be with her.

People painted love as this complicated, unreasonable thing. An idea you agreed with as you often found yourself wondering what even the point of it was.

But that was before she came along.

Sure, it sounds cliché, but that’s another idea about love that you agreed with. More and more, every day since you met her, and that day wasn’t an exception.

You went to bed with a heart even fuller of love for her than in the morning, and when she asked to spend the night again, you thought it would explode.

The stars were hiding far behind the clouds that night, but your window somehow made it all look pretty anyway.

The two of you stared up at the sky, enjoying how close you were to each other as if you hadn’t been glued together for ten hours straight.

At this hour, you usually talked about random things, emptying whatever weighed on your mind lately. Those conversations carried you through the night until sunrise a few times, but tonight was not going to be one of those.

Not a word had been spoken in a long while when you felt yourself drifting away. You fought it, wanting to stay in the moment for as long as you could, but it seemed like Nayeon was rooting for you to lose.

You rested your head on her shoulder, an arm wrapped securely around you while the other allowed her hand to wander around your scalp. She loved to play with your hair, she found it as relaxing as you did.

Good thing you loved it too.

You never stood a chance against this peaceful setting.

“I love you.” You mumbled, needing to get it off your chest before sleep knocked you out.

“I love you too.” She smiled, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for today.” You mumbled again, this time you sounded half gone, which amused her.

“No problem.” She said, squeezing you a little tighter.

Needless to say, you went to sleep with a smile that day.

And every day after that.

How couldn’t you with a love as easy as this one.

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cameronspecial · 5 months

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dad!drew on mother’s day please

Mother's Day Talent Show

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Joke

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Masterlist

Millie Starkey doesn’t like to do things conventionally. Her parents have always taught her to think outside of the box and do what feels is right to her. So when the five-year-old announced to her father that she wanted to do an in-bed talent show for Y/N on Mother’s Day, he gladly abandoned the beginnings of the breakfast in bed he was going to make. “We have to be very quiet. We don’t want to wake Mommy up too abruptly,” he whispers to his two kids as he pushes his bedroom door open. Tristan nods, “Okay, Daddy!” Drew cringes a little, his son’s whispers aren’t as quiet as the two-year-old thinks it is. Drew picks the boy up and enters the room with his daughter.

Y/N has to force her eyes shut as she listens to the pitter-patter of her family’s feet walking across the hardwood floor. They think she is asleep, but the truth is that they weren’t very quiet when they were downstairs. She feels the bed dip as Drew helps both kids onto the bed. Millie crawls to her mother’s face and pulls the older woman’s eyelids apart. “Wake up, Mommy. Happy Mother’s Day,” the little girl murmurs loudly. Drew grabs the girl by her waist and pulls her away from Y/N’s face, “Millie, don’t do that to Mommy’s eyes.”

Millie removes her hands from her mother’s face and stands on the bed, “Mommy, we are going to do a talent show for you!” “‘alent show,” Tristan mimics his sister, standing on the bed with his hands in the air. Y/N sits up against the bedframe, “Really? What a great idea, my loves. Who is going to go first?” Millie scrambles onto the floor, calling everyone’s attention to her. “I am, Mommy. I am going to dance for you,” Millie announces. She looks at Drew to start the music and when she hears the sounds of “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, she starts moving her body. Y/N has to stop herself from laughing. Her daughter dances exactly like her husband. Her hips move forward like she is doing the worm standing up. Arms taking turns to reach over her head like she is stretching. Finger guns that move in a circular motion. It is truly a sight to behold. Millie’s hands find the floor as she tries to do a cartwheel. Once the song finishes, she stands up to bow to her family’s applause. “Wow, Mills. That was so good,” Y/N praises, opening her arms so her daughter can run into them for a kiss.

Tristan is up next, sitting on the floor behind the toy drums his dad put down. Y/N listens to the unrythmic tapping of the toy with a grin on her face. She bobs her head to the sound and giggles at Drew, who is absolutely just bopping to the music. She loves how he will always be their children’s hypeman. Tristan finishes his song with his hand in the air. His family claps for him and Drew places him in his mother’s arms.

“So what’s your talent, my love?” Y/N teases, not letting her husband get out of this family bonding moment. He leans in and presses his mouth to her ear, “Can my talent be making love to my beautiful wife?” Y/N feels her cheeks heat up and has to move away to steady her breathing. Drew chuckles, ignoring his kids’ questions about what he said. “I’m joking, kinda. My talent is juggling.” He brings out three plastic balls from one of Tristan’s games and begins to juggle. He knows Y/N lost her fascination for his juggling when they first started dating, but the kids still look at it with wonder. As he catches the third ball in his hands, his family cheers him on with smiles on their faces. Y/N beckons him in for a group hug and she squeezes together all the people that she loves. “I love my talent show, my loves. Thank you. I have a very talented family, who I love so much.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fic

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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BoB Themes songs/Songs they would jam out to!

Winters:

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, the live at warner brothers edition. Absolutely loves Fleetwood Mac, would drag Nix along to see them in concert, he just adores Stevie Nicks. I could see him just singing this so loud in the car, putting his whole soul into it.

Nixon:

Shots by LMFAO and Lil John, it just depicts his life, gets him hyped to do shots, also an excuse to do shots, "The song is telling me to do it!" Will put it on every time they pregame so that he can drink and dance.

Lipton:

Kiss from a Rose by Seal. I can imagine Lipton singing this, he loves this song so much. He is so serious as well when he sings it, he means every word, might have secretly choreographed a whole dance to this, but will not tell a soul about it. Speirs might have spied him doing it and just watched with a little grin on his face.

Speirs:

Master of Puppets by Metallica. You cannot tell me this wasn't playing in his head and he sprinted through Foy. Doesn't head bang just appreciates the music. Constantly playing in his head whenever he does cool shit.

Eugene:

Come away with me by Norah Jones. This song is so sweet just like him. I can imagine him just sitting daydreaming about leaving with Babe, like the song says. It helps him unwind after a stressful day, he just sits and listens and daydreams about being in field where the yellow grass grows knee high. It helps him escape the sadness and he just is able to put himself in a nice headspace.

Babe:

No thoughts empty head just Teach me how to Dougie by Cali Swag District playing. He will have this in his brain constantly, and is just doing the dougie in really tiny movements so that no one notices. When he looks spaced out it's because he is in his brain doing the dougie, let him finish his performance before you talk to him, you can tell when the song is over you will see him take imaginary applause.

Welsh:

Love on Top Beyoncè. HE IS A BEYONCE FAN LET ME TELL YOU! Him and Kitty love her! Kitty was her fan first but Welshie definitely fell harder. He sings this to Kitty as he butchers the high notes. He bops around the room, her music just makes him so happy. Kitty and him have been to multiple of her concerts and having a fucking boogie in the pit.

George:

Scatman by Scatman John. My god don't let George play this, you will be kinda scared. He tries his best to scat but really he is just yelling random syllables at you. He will run around the room scatting furiously, he thinks this song is equally hilarious and the best song in the world, he loves it. You will be crying laughing as he performs this for you. Up in your face scatting, like we can all imagine what he looks like doing this right?

Toye:

Burn it to the ground by Nickleback. Just Toye and this song idk scratches an itch in my brain. I can see him just scrunching up his face jamming out. Also this plays in his head when he wears his brass knuckles. This is his fight song. He loves the grungy guitar and yelling vocals. Will sing the song if drunk enough, but will try and fight you at the same time.

Bill:

Come as you are by Nirvana. Idk also same as Toye it just scratches an itch in my brain, more lowkey but this is his chill song. Will listen to this while having a bourbon. Will sing quietly to the song. This plays in his head when he walks anywhere it's his like I'm a bad bitch song. Blast it in the car windows down with a hot chick in the passenger seat, you see him in his fucking sick ass car, shades on and you just want to be him. Why is he so cool? It's the song! But also Bill is just cool.

Liebgott:

Yeah! by Usher ft. Lil John and Ludacris. This is his song that he just pulls bitches with and by bitches I mean Web ahahaha. Just fucking slays the dance he does to this, like is he from step-up? Moose from step up vibes very that! Like ok stop it why are you so hot? He just is so smug and kills it every time. Ugh I can imagine it and he is so hot. Like he is just got chicks grinding all over him and he is the star of the show still. His smirk and dancing. OMG HOT!

Web:

Prada by cassö, RAYE, D-Block Europe. A classic white girly song, loves the part where is says I got strippers tits in my face. Bounces up and down super drunk. Does a motorboat motion at his favourite lyrics, has people he is dancing with has his arms around them just jumping up and down.

Donald:

Low by Flo Rida, T-Pain. This is his jam! Goes absolutely mental when it is played, will stop and dace no matter where he is! Played one time when he was in the supermarket with Skip and Alex. They left him in the aisle having a dance party by himself. They went and got him when the song stopped playing he was a sweaty mess and all of his items he had collected were scattered over the floor. Will pull out his one party trick which is his back bend.

Skip:

Rock this Party by Bob Sinclar. Nothing gets him more hyped that this song. Will move his whole body to this song, if you watch him you're worried he's going to dislocated something. You've never seen someone jump as high as he does to this dance. This song will cheer him up whatever mood he is in. He just can't fight the infectious beat. Don and Alex played it one time for him when he was crying, it ended up with him still crying but dancing like a maniac.

Alex:

Axel F by Crazy Frog. I just see him like crab shuffle dacing around the room, like the you can't touch this dance move. He will run and run to this song if it plays when he's on his morning jog. This song is what got him up Currahee. He sung it in his head the entirety of Tocca to help him get through PT. Bahahaha. Somehow good at the weird vocal lyrics it has.

Buck:

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. Buck loves this song, the steady drum the classic bass riff. This is his marching song. He walks everywhere to this song. But he is so fast when he does it cause he keeping pace with the drums, so don't go on walks with him if he brings his headphones you will be left behind. This is his hype song. Plays air instruments the song, will do the air guitar solo and kill it.

Martin:

Don't stand so close to me by The police. Listen he likes the song sure but the title is him to a T. Don't stand close to me is his motto in life. He likes his personal space and he will play this song if he thinks you're getting in his bubble. He will just stare at you while it plays, until you get the message.

Perco:

Boom Boom Pow by Black Eyed Peas. We know that Perco is a fast runner it's cause this is playing in his head as he runs. Does his amazing B-boy skills to this song. Popping and flips. You just watch him absolutely devour this song. He is a freestyler but omg he just fucking kills it.

Bull:

Fake ID by Big and Rich. Has the whole line dance to memory from the movie footloose, which is one of his fav movies. He is so good at line dancing and he just loves the moves to this song. Is in his happy place doing the dance, just grinning!

This is the playlist if anyone wants it.

Tag list: @sweetxvanixlla, @xxluckystrike, @panzershrike-pretz, since we talked about it!

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