#ofc when he went to play with them i put my shirt down and told him no 🥰🥰

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Limoncello - Chapter 6

Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, one mini flashback, I didn't proof read half of this bc I hate myself, a stupid joke? or exchange??, like it's really fucking dumb i'm warning you.

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“To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with.” ~ Mark Twain

Mountains of different shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, and dresses littered the floor in Maeve’s bedroom. She couldn’t even see the floor anymore. When Nick had told her that he found it hard to believe that she owned anything black, she hadn’t expected that the nail polish would actually be the only black thing she owned. She also hadn’t realized that she had this many clothes. She growled in frustration as she grabbed yet another colorful article of clothing. She looked over to her vanity where her phone was propped up against the mirror, her best friend’s bored face covering the screen as she watched Maeve through the ongoing facetime call. 

“Presley,” Maeve whined to her friend, striding towards the phone and picking it up as she anxiously ran her fingers through hair. “What do I do? I have nothing to wear to this gig.” 

Presley sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Your floor looks like the opening scene of Clueless. You have plenty to wear,” she started. “What exactly are you going for?”

“Like…A rockstar girlfriend type of look,” Maeve sounded unsure. “At least something that won’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.” 

Presley visibly held back laughter. “Babe, that’s so not you. You’re not going to find anything that fits the bill in your closet.” 

“Well what do I do? I can’t go buy anything,” Maeve whined. “I have to be ready in an hour.” 

Presley thought for a moment, “Do you still have those dark green corduroy shorts?” 

Maeve nodded and set the phone down to dig through the closet once more. She found them relatively quick and put them on to ensure that they still fit. They did. 

“Great,” Presley approved. “Now just style those how you’d usually style them. You’ll look gorgeous. If that boy likes you for you, he’ll think so too. Plus, it’s a dive bar. Don’t overthink it.”

Maeve felt her face heat up at the mention of Nick possibly liking her. She hoped he did, but she continuously convinced herself that he was just friendly. Presley had been rooting for them the moment Maeve told her about him on the day the band moved in across the street.

“Presley!” Maeve beamed once she answered the facetime call. “I have new neighbors! Across the street!”

“I’m assuming you already went over there?” Presley questioned, knowing her friend’s tendency to be hospitable. 

“I just got back from bringing them cookies,” Maeve confirmed. “It’s four guys. And! They’re a band. From what I can tell, they play pretty heavy stuff. Well, heavy for me at least.” Maeve rambled on with the biggest smile that Presley had seen from her in a long time. Maeve usually was one to get excited about meeting new people. But Presley could tell this was different. 

“How did it go?” Presley asked gently, trying to get more information about these neighbors and why they had her so excited. 

“It went really well! They’re all so kind! They loved the cookies,” Maeve giggled before she continued. “Oh! Their drummer is really cute.” 

Presley watched as Maeve’s face turned bright red. “Tell me more about this drummer.” 

“Well, his name is Nick. He seemed a little bit shy. But when we shook hands, neither of us let go when we definitely should’ve. I feel really stupid for that. It’s probably my fault,” Maeve’s smile faded a bit. “Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m so weird.”

Presley laughed and shook her head, “If he didn’t let go either, it’s probably fine.” Presley didn’t say anything then, but she knew that Maeve had a crush and that Nick probably had one too. 

Maeve dug through the clothes on the floor and in the closet looking for some very specific pieces. She grabbed a fitted, cropped white tank top, a thin brown belt, and some brown boots. After dressing herself completely she threw on a dainty, gold necklace and matching stud earrings. She backed up so she was in frame to show Presley. “This is cute right? I don’t think I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.” 

“Super cute. Super you.” Presley gave her a thumbs up. “I love it.”

“Cool,” Maeve nodded. “One more question. Bubble braids?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

After throwing her hair into bubble braids, doing some light, glowy makeup, and saying goodbye to Presley, Maeve grabbed her purse and made her way across the street. She smiled as she saw the garage door open the second she stepped into their driveway. ‘Perfect timing,’ she thought. 

Nicholas stepped outside first, his hair sitting messily in a bun on top of his head. He offered a tight lipped smile. “Hey Maeve. You’re still riding with us, right?”

“If that’s still okay with you guys, then yes,” she grinned as she approached him. 

“Well, you’ll be riding with Folio in the truck,” he explained. “And trust me, he’s more than okay with it.”

“Oh you guys take separate vehicles?” Maeve tilted her head to the side. 

Nicholas nodded, “Yeah. The drum kit takes up a lot of space, so we have to.”

The door leading into the garage opened and Nick emerged. He seemed to be on autopilot as he went straight over to the drum kit without even glancing in their direction. As he began to prepare it for loading, Nicholas leaned over to Maeve. “Watch this,” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “Hey, Folio.”

Without turning to look, Folio responded with a hum. 

Nicholas tried to hold back a smirk, “Maeve’s here. You’re not gonna say hi?”

Folio froze in his spot for a moment. His eyes widened as he finally turned around. His face had turned beet red in a matter of seconds. 

Maeve tried to hold back a laugh, “Yeah what’s up with that?” She played along. “You invited me and you’re not even gonna say hi?” He looked nervous, embarrassed and clearly didn’t know what to say. Maeve couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore as she walked over to him, “I’m just messing.” She placed her hand on his bicep and gave it a comforting squeeze. 

His face settled into a goofy grin as he looked down at her, “Very funny.” 

“Nicholas started it,” Maeve jutted her thumb to point behind her at Nicholas, who had a hand over his mouth still trying so hard not to burst out laughing. 

Folio rolled his eyes as he turned his focus to Nicholas. “Since this is so funny, why don’t you help me load this up?”

Maeve stepped to the side as Nicholas began to help Folio. Once they were far away enough from Maeve, Nicholas decided to tease him a little more. “You are so fucking down bad,” he mumbled to him with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

With all the instruments and equipment loaded up, they all left for the bar. Maeve sat in the passenger’s seat of Nick’s old truck and tried not to stare too hard at his profile while he drove. Nick was trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was proving difficult with how pretty she looked and how nice she smelled, so he kept stealing little glances. 

He then realized how quiet it was. Even with the music playing from the radio, he still felt like there was an intense, awkward silence. He needed to say something. He didn’t want it to seem like he didn’t want her there. So, he began to talk about the first thing that came to mind. It just so happened to be a shower thought that he’d had earlier. “You know dog whistles?” he asked her.

Maeve furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him. “Yeah…” she trailed off, confused. “What about them?”

“So, only dogs hear them, right?”

“I guess…yeah.” She had no idea where he was going with this, but she was curious enough to play into it. 

“Alright. Have you ever heard of a death whistle?” he questioned, seemingly changing the subject. 

“Like the Aztec ones?” Maeve asked. A smile began to form on her face at the strangeness of this conversation. 

“Exactly,” said Nick. “Do you think it’s the same? Like only dogs can hear dog whistles. Can only dead people hear death whistles?”

She bursted into a fit of laughter. “Definitely not,” she responded. “How would that even work? How do they hear it if they're dead?” 

Nick started to laugh along with her, “I don’t know! Maybe their souls have ears or something.” 

“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Maeve laughed, clearly amused. She lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she continued to laugh harder and harder the more she thought about the absurdity of the question. 

Nick looked over at her fully as he laughed at his own stupid question and her reaction to it. Then he noticed her nails. “Hey, did you paint your nails? They’re black.”

Through heaving breaths in an attempt to control her laughter, Maeve nodded. “Yeah, I painted them last night. Thought it could be fun for us to match.” 

Nick swore he felt his heart swell at the admission and he was rendered speechless for a moment. “Yeah,” he said softly, his own laughter long faded but a fond smile still present. “That’s sick.” 

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x oc #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio fanfic #nick folio x oc #limoncello series #sinkingteethinwhitenoise

[angelst4re]

HIIII could i request a jamie smut where the reader gave birth to twins before a month and its like a night while the twins are taken away to sleep at their grandparents and jamie is like horny as usual ofc. and then he slowly unbottons the readers shirt and starts to suck on her nipples and then he like gets milkies opps and then the reader keeps whimpering and it turns jamie more on so he fingers her until she gets like 3 orgasms and then he will lay between her legs and suck off the cum thats left there😈 and when the reader wakes up she is like in a total mess and jamie went to work so he obv left a letter on her nightshelf and its like "had so much fun at night love you x J" THANKS IF YOU WRITE THIS XOXO

Hi love!! I had a request quite similar to this a while ago, so I kinda decided to put them both together! I hope you like it <3

Paradise- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: smut! the request basically says it all <;3 if you feel uncomfortable then don't read it my love!

୨♡୧ note: i haven't proof read this!! it's only 10pm and i'm so tired what is this madness :')

Having the whole house to yourselves was now a luxury for you and your husband, after the twins were born you had forgotten what peace felt like. When Jamie’s parents offered to look after the children over the weekend, you both jumped at the chance, you had both been driven insane by the restless nights and unneeded crying. 

It had only been a few hours since Jamie’s mum picked up the twins and took them back with her, and you and Jamie have already tidied their room, showered and done a load of laundry. You were now lying in bed, watching a movie in peace, knowing neither of you would have to rush to get up and feed the babies, clean up sick or put them back to sleep. 

Jamie was lying between your legs, his head resting on your chest as your fingers brushed through his hair, occasionally twirling it between your fingers. It was such an innocent thing to do, but Jamie seemed to think otherwise- thinking of when you’d pull on his hair, his head between your thighs-

He was blushing. Praising some higher power that you were too focused on the movie to notice. He threw his head back, looking up at you with a devilish grin on his face, you began to giggle when you looked down. 

“What?” You ask, innocently. He turns himself around, now lying on his stomach, his body weight on top of you was rather comforting. You can tell by the way he looked at you that he was turned on. 

“You know how fucking hot it is when you play with my hair,” he says against the skin of your neck, before his lips graze the sensitive spot, causing you to gasp. This only encouraged him, his fingers coming down to unbutton the oversized shirt you were wearing- and to his surprise, he found no bra. “Fuck.” He groaned at the sight of your breasts. It had been so long since the two of you had the time to do anything like this, it was like your first time all over again. 

One of his hands begins to toy with your left nipple, as his mouth attached to the right, running his tongue across it before gently beginning to suck. Your head is thrown back against the headboard on your bed as small whimpers escape your mouth. 

“Jamie,” you attempt to warn him, but the pleasure had melted your brain, and it came out as more of a moan. He must have realised what was happening, as you heard his breath hitch in surprise. A few drops of milk had leaked from your nipple- you wondered if he would stop at this, but to your surprise he didn’t. Instead, he replaced his hand on your left breast with his mouth, his hand now moving down your body. “Please,” you whimper, feeling his fingers rubbing you through your (now damp) underwear. 

“Please what, darling?” 

“Touch me… there.” You say, taking his hand and slipping it into your panties. You feel him smirk against your nipple at your neediness, yet he did as you told him. Two of his fingers began rubbing your clit in slow circles, causing you to groan in frustration. “More.” You whisper. 

And he gives you what you want, his middle finger gently slides into you, he makes sure to be careful as this is your first time taking his fingers in quite some time. As he pumps his finger in and out, he starts curling it up to the secret spot only he can reach, leaving you squirming under him as he adds another finger into you. 

His mouth was still wrapped around your nipple, his teeth grazing the nub before suckling on it again. You were so lost in pleasure, he knew you would come undone quite soon- but he didn’t plan on stopping there. 

As his fingers continue to curl up with every couple pumps into you, his thumb teases your clit, rubbing it in circles a couple times, pushing you closer to your orgasm. His mouth is removed from your nipple with a quiet ‘pop’, and he grabs you by the back of the neck, pulling you into a kiss. You moan against his lips, and your walls clamp down on his fingers. Your stomach tightens, and he nods his head, allowing you to cum on his fingers. And you do, with a loud moan against his lips. 

However, his fingers don’t stop. His thumb is back on your clit again, and you’re trying to catch your breath. Your legs begin to shake slightly under his touch, and he pulls his two fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips. He sucks on them briefly before putting them up to your lips, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb and slipping his fingers inside. 

He moves slightly, making it easier for him to touch you with his other hand whilst you sucked on his fingers. His thumb begins to stroke your clit again, this time with more eagerness to make you cum again. You begin to whine again, you were still so sensitive from your first orgasm that your next one was approaching quickly. He removed his fingers from your mouth and slid his hand at the back of your neck, tugging on your hair, earning another gasp from you

And you came undone again, this time more intense than the last. Jamie chuckled at your messy state, your half naked body shiny with sweat, your eyes blown out in lust and your quivering legs- he couldn’t help but slip a finger into you again. 

“Baby..” you whisper, “I can’t… I don’t think I can-” Your mind was too fuzzy to form proper sentences, but your hand coming down to hold his wrists told him everything. 

“Just one more for me, darling. You can do it, I know you can, okay?” You nod your head at his words, and although your eyes were closed, you knew he had that familiar smirk on his face again, “that’s my good girl.” 

He adds another finger, and another. His thrusts were agonisingly slow, causing you to just lie there moaning his name, telling him to go faster- and he does. Your hands curl into fists, grabbing at the bedsheets as the pleasure becomes too much to handle. And soon, you were too far gone. You were cumming on his fingers again, his other hand held your hips down, stopping you from moving as he let you ride out your high on his fingers. 

“Holy shit.” You gasp when you come back down from your third orgasm of the night. You try to catch your breath again, but fail as Jamie remains between your legs. 

“Just one more thing, darling…” He says softly, and suddenly you feel his tongue gliding from your hole to your clit, ‘cleaning you up’ as he liked to call it. He gently sucked on your clit again, causing you to let out another whimper, he just chuckled and continued sucking off the mess he made of your pussy, “dirty, dirty girl.” He says with a smirk as he comes back up and places a delicate kiss on your lips. 

And that was all you could remember before falling asleep in his arms. 

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When you awoke, you felt cold. You wondered what it was- the fan wasn’t on, there was only one window open- and then you realised when you saw the note on the dresser beside your bed. It’s because Jamie had left to go to work. You rolled over, trying to ignore the pain in your lower belly and thighs, pulling the blanket with you as you were still naked from last night. 

You reached the note Jamie had left and rubbed the sleep from your eyes (forgetting that you still have the remainders of yesterday's makeup on), and you began to read it. 

‘Last night was so much fun sweetheart, felt like we were teenagers again. Can’t wait to see you when I get home, I’ll be thinking about you all day, like usual x

Lots of love, J x’

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Please (with your finger)

Written for day 2 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 163

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: bound and begging

Warnings: smut, bondage, sub!Javier, implied trauma

Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore

Kultsi = gold (a Finnish term of endearment)

He’d been quiet all day. Aurora first noticed it when they got ready in the morning. He gave her the usual forehead kiss as he rolled out of bed, said ‘morning’ in that low voice still raspy from sleep. But there was no question about how she slept, nor any verbal answer to her question about whether or not he’d seen her purple plaid shirt. He’s not a talkative one, she knows that, but this is the most extreme it's been since Colombia.

“Javi,” she said as they got a moment to themselves while Chucho went to show the vet one of the heifers, “kultsi, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he attempted to dismiss her concerns. Even turned his back to her, as if he hasn’t learned by now that she’ll circle around him to keep him from hiding his emotions.

“Nightmares are back?” The shock on his face was brief, but it was there. She was right. Then his features smoothed over, settled into well-practiced neutrality that Aurora is just as experienced at seeing through. Javier sighed, knowing the look in her eyes that told him she wasn’t letting this go.

“I’ll deal with it,” he said, again attempting to turn away when her hand landed at his forearm.

“Let me help you,” she urged. “For once in your life.”

“How?” He set both hands on his hips. “What, are you going to hop into my dreams and save everyone dying in there?” She paid no mind to the sharp words, well aware that the upset was directed more at himself than at her.

“I could try and help you relax.” She rubbed gently at his forearm. “Put you at ease so sleep comes easier and maybe with less terrors.” His face pinched together as he studied her in the afternoon sun out on the patio.

“How?” Javier asked again. That led to a long and hushed conversation, which then led to…this. 

⁂

She goes over the restraints again. Normally, they’ve been used on her when she’s in the mood to have Javi take care of her in such a way that it overrides her anxiety. She watches him now, his brow furrowed but from confusion rather than distress she thinks.

“Javier.” He turns to her as she speaks. “We can stop whenever you want.” He shifts beneath her, the seam of his jeans rubbing against the inside of her thigh and setting off a flash of heat.

“Not used to this,” he murmurs.

“I know.” She brushes curls away from his forehead. “So you have to promise to tell me if something doesn’t feel good.” Javier peers up at her, big brown eyes studying his fiancée. He nods.

“Promise,” he says. Aurora bends down, meeting him as he raises his head from the pillow, and they meet in a kiss. Just a peck, really, then she sits back up. They’ve already done away with his shirt, making sure that it was off before restraining his arms, and now she reaches for his zipper. Pulling at the tab, she reveals his bulge where it lies beneath black boxer briefs. Half-hard just from the anticipation. She pauses to squeeze him and hears a breath catch in his throat.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Javi,” she croons. “Can’t believe you trust me enough to do this.” She catches a smile playing over his features before it disappears again.

“You trust me enough.” She does. Trusts him enough to let him tie her to the headboard and settle between her legs even though others have put cuffs on her for cruelty’s sake. Aurora passes her hands along his thighs, feels the plump meat of them. He’s gotten better at eating ever since she moved in, not because she cooks for him but because there’s a routine now. It’s no longer work and/or drink until one of the two has him passing out in his childhood bedroom. His underwear lands on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes. Aurora bends down over him, presses her lips to his heated salty skin in a trail of open mouthed kisses along his collarbones, his neck, his cheeks. He’s trembling beneath her, breaths coming quick and shallow. When she pulls away, he goes to grab her. Or rather he tries to because the restraints keep his arms solidly low and to the sides. In plain view of him, Aurora spits into her upturned palm before reaching between his legs. As soon as she makes contact, his cock twitches in her hand and Javier begins to curse in a way that’s usually reserved for when the truck breaks down. She swipes the tips of her index and middle finger across his head where a bead of precum is glistening. He gaps as though he’s been punched in the gut, his stomach muscles contracting so violently that she has to clamp her thighs on either side of him.

“There,” he pants.

“What was that, kultsi?” she asks, smugly.

“There,” he repeats in a whine, “like that. Feels so fucking good.”

“Uh-huh?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “And what do we say when we want someone to do something for us?” Javier’s lips purse together, a scathing glare sent her way, but then she passes her thumb over his weeping head again and his throat bobs.

“Please,” he says between gritted teeth. “Please, querida, do that again. With your finger on my- Fuck!” The rest of his sentence becomes a drawn out groan as she presses the pad of her thumb to his tip and rubs circles into it. His whole body tenses, hips rising from the bed and feet scrambling to find purchase in the bed linen as he tries to push himself further into her touch. She holds him there, making herself as heavy as she can on top of him as her thumb keeps at the motion until she hears the change in his breathing, his telltale sign that he’s close, and she stops as abruptly as she started.

“Aurora…” he whines while she shifts on top of him. She pauses - raised on her knees and cock in her hand - to see if he’ll say stop but when he remains silent she angles him to her opening and sinks down. Javier sobs as she takes him into herself, his arms making a jerking motion as if to try and grab her again.

“Please…” He’s sweating, the curls she previously pushed away now sticking to his forehead and his eyes as wide as saucers. Aurora begins a cantering motion, rocking back and forth with a pleasant heaviness building in the pit of her stomach. It happens quicker than she thought it would. Something within her snaps, the climax surprising her with its intensity as it courses through her, and she squeezes Javi tightly between her thighs. He gasps again, closes his eyes and bites his lip. His hips stutter into motion, getting one, two thrusts in before he cums.

#nffalphabet #javier pena fic #javier pena x ofc #narcos fic

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sideline Love ~ Chapter 19 ~ what to expect when you don't expect it

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.4K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

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There is always a calm on the morning after something big. A calm of knowing what’s done is done.  Nothing you can do to change it. Just take it in and move on.  Chris is in this position now.  The morning after.  He looks over to see his beautiful Becca, still asleep in his shirt, her dark blonde hair tousled around her head.  He hears the adjoining room door open and a little giggle.  He pats down to make sure he had something on and to his relief, he does.  After the haze of victory sex (which is the best kind of sex, he’s decided along with being his all-time favorite thing), he remembered to slip his boxers on.  Knowing Becca has his shirt, he waits for his little munchkin to invade his bed.

Charlie peeks over to see Chris smiling at her.  He presses a finger to his lips to reminder her to keep quiet. She tiptoes to his side, and he lifts her to the bed, placing her in between them.  She immediately snuggles into her dad and falls back to sleep. He combs his fingers through her hair before turning and throwing his arm over his girls.

Ok, maybe victory cuddles are a close second to victory sex in his all-time favorite things.

Becca woke later to see her man and her baby girl in bed with her, sound asleep.  She smiled before quietly getting up and heading to the bathroom.

She looked into the mirror, noticing her lips were still a bit swollen, her limbs a little sore.  Chris was unrelenting in his desire to taste every part of her last night. She took him in her mouth at the beginning, a little victory blow job before Chris laid her on the bed and took her apart and put her back together.  He didn’t stop his assault for anything.  took his time using his mouth, his hands before making her ride him before he met his euphoria.  He took great care of her after his self-dubbed victory sex.  She smirked at herself as she began to wash her face and teeth.

After cleaning up, she went to stretch when hands found her waist and started to move up. “Morning Beautiful.”

“Morning my handsome champ.”  She turned in Chris’s arms and wrapped her arms over his shoulders. “Have I told you how proud of you I am?”

“Not today no.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Hmm, well,” she kissed his lips, then his cheek, chin and neck, each kiss following a word.  “I. Am. So. Fucking. Proud. Of. You.”

Chris shuddered at the sensations and sighed. “I really didn’t think Seb would catch that.”

“It why its called a Hail Mary rookie.  Because it’s a hope and a prayer that you’ll make it.”

“I actually didn’t realize that’s why it’s called that.”  He smiled.  “How’s it feel to be dating a champion?”

Becca shrugged.  “Dated one before.”  Chris raised an eyebrow.  “Bobby Lanford, 5th grade spelling bee champ.”

Chris burst out laughing.  “Ok fair enough. Got a busy day today, Angel.  Plus, you know, we have to tell the munchkin.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I know.  That is going to be fun, she deadpanned.”

“Not excited to go?”

“Not that. I’m tired and not a fan of roller coasters. Plus, as soon as she finds out, she’s going to be so excited and bouncing and it’s a lot.”

“I know sweetheart.  Let me handle it ok?  And I’ll get on all the fast ones with her and you can take it easy ok?”  He kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you too, champ.”

“That is not going to get old”, he said with a cheeky smile.

“Yes it is. Now, go awake your daughter. I’m taking a shower.”

“You don’t want help to scrub your back?” Chris asked with a wink.

“Charlie is about to wake up.”

“Charlie is awake.  She went to bother Seb and Lizzy.”

“Oh.” A look of lust settled in Becca’s eyes.  “Who am I to deny a champion what he wants?”

Chris bent to lift her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him. “Exactly.  And what this champ wants is to feel his girl around him.” He kissed her deep as he walked her to the shower.  He managed to turn it on while holding on to her.

The cold water hit Becca’s back and she yelped, grinding herself onto Chris. He grunted at the sensation of her body rubbing against his boxers. Becca could feel his length against her, and she whimpered.  “Chris, I need you.”

“You have me, Angel.” He managed to pull down his boxers as she took off her shirt. “God, you’re beautiful.  How did I get so lucky?”

“Was asking the same question love.” She reached down and grabbed him, pumping him gently as he hissed.  She lined him up and he pushed up, sliding into her slowly. They both moans in relief, final feeling each other. Chris pinned Becca to the wall, pumping his hips up, making sure Becca felt every inch.

Chris started to feel the coil in his belly getting close.  “C’mon baby.  You know you have to go first.”

“Make me Chris,” she moaned.

“Ask and you shall receive Angel.”  He reached in between their bodies and slowly rubbed her clit.  She moaned and he could feel her pulsing. “Squeeze me Rebecca,” he growled. “Cum for me.”

She cried out, “Chris!” She gripped him as she could feel him pumping into her. He slowed and just held her.

“Did I hurt you?” Chris was worried as Becca continued to hold onto him.

“No,” the muffled replied came back.  He chuckled as she finally lifted her head.  “I just don’t think I can hold myself up.”

“We gotta clean up, love.”  Chris kissed the top of her head. He got her legs to hit the floor, but he didn’t let go. He just grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair with one hand.  As he rinsed, she was able to stand. They finished up and headed out.

Becca had arranged all the interviews to be in back-to-back rooms with a steady stream of players and coaches.  Chris was going third to make it easier. He flitted in and out of the rooms doing interviews with Charlie interrupting only a couple of times but being endeared by the reporters. Chris would bounce her on his knee while he talked, reporters asking Charlie what they thought of Chris and she answered them shyly, clinging to his neck.

As the final interview of the day completed, Chris carried Charlie to dinner with his best friends and his family. “Daddy? We having nuggets?”

“We can get nuggets.” He kissed her head.

“Daddy?”

“Yes munchkin?”

“Momma was sick earlier.  Can we take her something to make her feel better?”

“She was sick?”

“She told Uncle Scott and Auntie Lizzie that she was just tired and her stomach was doing flip flops.  Does that mean she ate a flip flop?”

Chris chuckled.  “No baby.  Momma has a tummy ache. Probably from all the celebrating.” Chris thought back.  He hadn’t seen Becca drink anything but then again it was so chaotic.  He got them to the room where Becca was getting ready for dinner.  “Hey Angel.”

“Hey baby.”  She leaned over to kiss him and kiss Charlie.  “Hi monkey.”

“Hi momma. Daddy says we can have chicken nuggets.”

“Ok.” She smiled at Chris. “How were the interviews?”

“Good.  We had fun, didn’t we munchkin?”  He tickled his little girl. He turned to his girlfriend.  “You feeling ok Angel?”

“I feel ok.  Just tired.  Long couple of days,” she replied with a smirk. “Especially with tomorrow coming.”

“Yeah, gonna be fun.  Ok, dinner time.” He held Charlie’s hand as they went to dinner with Sebastian, Lizzy, Anthony, Scarlet and both of their families.  As Charlie was chatting with Nana Lisa, Chris got her attention. “Charlotte Julia!”

Charlie jumped as her father called her. “Yes daddy?”  She looked down.

“You know, you’ve been a trooper the last couple of days.  But I need your help with one more thing.”  She nodded her little head, still nervous.  “Can you help me say hi to Mickey and ride in a parade?”

Charlie’s head shot up.  “Mickey?”

“Yeah, see the team needs us to go to Disneyland…” he was cut off with squeals as Charlie jumped into his arms.  “So, does that mean you can help me?”

“Disneyland! We can go on all the roll coasters and eat popcorn and stuff?”

“Yep,” he said with a pop. “All of us are going.” Charlie cheered as everyone laughed and started calling out what they wanted to do.

Becca stood up.  “Ok so I know we are all excited to go.  The only obligation is the guys have a parade float to be on for about an hour but after that we are free.  We will have a guest service rep to help us out but please, be on your best behavior, Scott, so I don’t have to deal with the press.”

The group laughed as Scott let out a “hey!”  Becca and Chris got Charlie up to bed and once she was settled, Chris pulled Becca into his arms. “Wanna tell me why you’re sick?”

“Just nerves babe. Game day was stressful and then lining up all the interviews while you guys were celebrating was just a lot.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”  She kissed him. “We should get some sleep.  We have a long day and an energetic monkey to deal with tomorrow.”  She settled on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Love you.”

“Love you, Angel.”

Disneyland was fun for the most part.  After the obligatory parade the guys did, everyone hung out and enjoyed themselves. Chris took Charlie on everything she was tall enough to do with Becca sitting out often.  Chris was curious as to why she didn’t want to ride the rides but let it go.  As they took a break, with Charlie heading off with Chris’s family, the couple walked off to look at Snow White’s wishing well, and Chris could tell Becca was nervous about something.  He waited patiently for her to start talking, holding her hand and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“So I went to the doctor before we left,” she started.

A look of concern crossed his face. “Everything ok?”

“Yes and no.” She smiled weakly.

“Angel, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry.  That’s not what I was trying to do.”  She took a breath. “I’ve been feeling off the last couple of weeks and I thought it was all the stress of the games and travelling so I went to get checked out.  And the doctor ran some tests and everything came back great but he did have a reason for how I was feeling.”

“Ok.”  Chris looked at her and could see the anxiety.  “Angel, whatever it is we’ll get through it together.  I mean it can’t be…”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.

Chris blink, thinking he misheard her. “What?”

“Pregnant. About eight weeks.”

“I thought you were on birth control.”

“Its not 100% Chris.  And we tend to have sex, a lot.”

Chris found a ledge and sat. The shock, he was going to be a father was making him reel.  “I mean, I know we have Charlie but a baby, that’s different. That’s wow.  I don’t’ know… I don’t know what to do.”

“Do?  You don’t have to do anything. We are pregnant.”

“I understand that it just. It’s a lot. I mean I thought we were being careful and now you’re gonna have a baby.”

Becca’s lower lip wobbled. “I thought you would be excited.”

“Its just, shocking. I just don’t believe it.”

His expression made her lose confidence. Her heart broke. “Are you’re gonna leave too?  Be like Tom?”

Chris looked at her shock. “Becca, what the hell? No but I mean, it’s a lot. We’re not married or engaged and now…”

“Oh, so that’s the only way a couple can have a baby.  We’re not engaged so you can’t possibly have a baby?” Becca’s hormones were now taking control.

Chris became defensive. “That’s not what I said.”

“Save it. Sorry that I made you into Tom,” Becca spat back, no longer holding back her tears.

He began to panic. “Angel, no that’s not…”

“Forget it, I’m going home.” She turned to leave.

He grabbed her arm. “Angel, wait, please.”

She shook him off. “No, I thought you would be happy.  I thought you wanted this. Its all we talked about when we talk about the future.”

“Yes, the future.  I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting it to be now.”

“Well it is now!” Becca could feel the tears falling freely. “I can’t do this.”  She pushed past him and ran down the path way.

“Angel!”  He tried to follow but she was swallowed by the crowd.  Chris was looking and ran right into Seb and Lizzy.  “Have you seen Becca?”

“Yeah,” Lizzy responded, “I tried to stop her, but it looked like she was crying.  What is going on?”

“I screwed up. I need to find her.” He picked up her phone and Scott called right as he was dialing.  “Scott.”

“Dude, Becca just grabbed Charlie as we were getting off the train.  Said she was leaving.”

“Shit! Oh god.” Chris began to run to the entrance with Sebastian and Lizzy following

“Chris?”

“I gotta stop her.” He hung up as he made it up front but there were too many people.  He called Becca but it went directly to voicemail.  He went to the ride share area and hailed a cab to take him back to the hotel.  When he arrived, he went up to their room.  Nothing was disturbed, nothing missing.  His phone rang. “Becca?”

“No, its Avery, what is going on?”

“Avery, do you know where she is?”

“She just boarded a plane. Chris, what is going on?”

“She’s pregnant.  And I reacted badly.  I was just stunned. I… Avery, oh god…”

“She’s pregnant?” Avery could hear Chris beginning to panic. “Breathe son. Where are you?”

“The hotel. She left everything.  She…” he noticed a bag on the bed.  He opened it and found a shirt about Charlie’s size.  BIG SISTER.

“Chris?”

“I have to find her.  Where did she go?”

“Pittsburgh. I’m booking us flights now.”

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i will never stop thinking about prosecco h but pretty girl is over at his house for the weekend and he has some work he needs to get done on saturday because he just couldn’t finish it friday before he went home and he gave her his evening, so he gets up early and goes into his little home office to work and about an hour later he hears the door open and looks up and y/n is just there in his shirt with her hair a bit of a mess and :( h? and she’s rubbing her eyes and he’s so :( bc she looks so sad and she knew he had to work but she didn’t think she’d wake up alone and he’s just pushing away from the desk and beckoning her over and she doesn’t even hesitate before she plops down on his thighs mumbling something in her tired squeaky voice that he can’t understand and he just “M’sorry sweet girl, told you i had to work, wanted to get it done early so we could have the rest of the weekend” and she’s just nodding and digging her face into his neck and he asks if she wants to stay while he finishes up and she agrees and it’s a little harder to work with her on his lap but he isn’t complaining and she looks down at what he’s doing with sleepy eyes bc it’s really so early and she’s never really been in his home office before and she sees a little framed photo sitting on his desk of the two of them, maybe a cute photo that she convinced Harry to be in to put on her instagram and she’s kissing his cheek and he’s just smiling and she “when did you do this? :(“ picking up the frame and he smiles and nudges her head with his nose while he’s typing something on his computer and “few weeks ago, do you like it?” and she nods and keeps the frame in her lap to keep looking at and the sound of his fingers on the keys is honestly lulling her back to sleep and she’s just curling up into him even more and he knows she’s going to fall asleep and he’s proven correct when he asks her something but he doesn’t get a response and he can feel little even breaths hitting his neck from her parted lips and he just places the frame back on his desk and finishes the work he had to do in a few more minutes, he was going to do more to get ahead but not with his sleepy girl sleeping on him :( and he kisses her head and gently scoops her up and she instinctively wraps her arms around his neck and he takes her back to bed and doesn’t hesitate to get in with her and she’s clingy when she’s sleepy and she has a little pout on her face as she grabs at his waist to wrap her arms around it and she’s almost completely asleep when she curls around him and rests her cheek on his tummy and h just lets her be because she looks comfortable and she’s SO sleepy and he just plays with her hair and maybe reads a book while he waits for her to wake up and I’m so :( I need him so bad - 🍓

STOP STOP STOP STOP:((((( THIS IS LITERALLY SO :(

like he was running a little behind on his work on friday just because of a bunch of meetings and other things that ran long and all but he didn't want to stay late or work on it at home later bc he had plans w her and she deserves all of his attention bc ofc:( so he just tells her that he'll have to get up early in the morning to get all of his stuff done so they can have the rest of their weekend but its okay she can keep sleeping and if shes still asleep when hes done he'll come get her:( so hes up and in his office early in the morning after giving her a little kiss on her forehead while shes sleeping but OHHHHH MY GOD:( when she wakes up and come to his office like he hears that little knock and he gets smiley bc how sweet is she:( and "come in sweetheart!" and shes all sleepy in his shirt hair messy and eyes puffy barely open hes so :( thats his girl:( and he ofc calls her over w his open arms and "come here sweet girl":( and shes all cuddled in his lap her face in his neck w her legs off to the side :( and hes holding her giving her a kiss on her head and "morning honey:) sleep alright?" and shes all pouty bc yeah but I woke up and u weren't there :( and "oh sweetheart remember? I told you last night that I needed to get this done so we can spend the rest of the weekend together without worrying" and shes just pouty like okay but she missed him anyway:( and "do you want to stay with me then? I should be finishing up soon you can stay and keep me company?" and shes all happy nodding to him bc ofc she wants to stay w him:( and like u said its a little more complicated to have her on his lap while hes working shes the best little distraction even when shes not talking bc he just wants to touch and hold her but when she grabs for the picture on his desk shes so :(((((( "do you like that?" he asks her all sweet and "yeah:) when did you put this up?" and "its new just a couple of weeks:) like having yu right there for me tho :)" AND THE IDEA OF HER JUST HOLDING IT IN HER LAP WHERE SHE CAN SEE IT LIKE IM LOSING MY MIND:( but so true shes all warm against his chest and feeling him breath and the sound of him typing and just:( so easy to fall asleep agin on his chest:( and he doesn't get all the work done that he wanted like he was planning on getting some extra done so that monday would be extra easy for him but as soon as he realizes that shes asleep thats just out the window:( like its early enough that hes been working for a few hours and its just barely 8am:( so he needs to get her back to bed w him:( obsessed w the idea of her being all cuddled up to him and hes like answering a couple extra emails and reading while shes sleeping:(

#anon #ask #prosecco inspo #concept #🍓 anon

[brainrattlers]

Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (3/n)

Author’s Note: I’m forcing myself to put more chunks of this out so I write faster - literally have spent most of the regular season on the entire thing and I’m not even to Christmas yet. But hey we’ve got some forward progress! You’ll get to learn a bit more about OFC AJ in this bit today.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC 

Word count: 2800ish for this chunk. Warnings: Language. We’re at a party still so there is alcohol. Some fluff and mush. Also.. eventually it will get into 18+ territory but still aren’t there yet.

Did you miss Part 2? Check it out at https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/684166052943478784/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-2n “Hey, Tyson?”

No response, he was deep in thought about something.

“Tyson?”

AJ slid her hand up Tyson’s arm, and the trance was broken. He looked at her, feeling her study his face with her eyes, and suddenly her warm hand slid along his jaw. Tyson closed his own eyes, leaning into her palm that was softly cupping his cheek.

She took a chance.

Tyson’s eyes fluttered open as he felt AJ’s lips brush along his, hesitant to apply pressure until he reciprocated, or at least gave some sort of indication of his feelings. Also feeling bold, Tyson closed his eyes again, leaned down a bit, and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping between them, his hands suddenly holding the sides of her face. Time stood still for a few moments as the two melted into the kiss, until Tyson pulled away quickly.

“What’s wrong, did I do something I shouldn’t have?” AJ is suddenly aware of just how far away Tyson had stepped. She found him palms against the counter, his head dropped down, breathing hard. He kept his back to her. “Did I misread the situation? I thought…  If I did something wrong, I’m so sorry.” Anxiety was welling up but she was trying to keep it in check.

“I can’t be kissing Nate’s girl. He’s going to kill me,” Tyson mumbled to himself, however slightly louder than intended as AJ heard him. She touched his shoulder tentatively, afraid he would pull away more.

“You think… that I’m Nate’s… girl?” AJ started laughing, and then stopped when Tyson whipped his head up, looking into her face. She tried to contain the giggles. “Sorry I don’t mean to laugh, but you really think Nate and I… are together?”

Tyson turned to face her again, trying to read the look on her face, with much confusion.  “Well, you two are inseparable.” The look on his face was one of sadness and hurt. 

“Oh…, no no no. Nate’s one of my best friends, but there is no way he is any more than that. He’s one of the few friends I have here since I moved, he’s like my security net.” She hoped that he was grasping the concept she was explaining. “He’s trying to get me to meet new people. I mean, he’s the reason I met you, even that first time in the locker room. He’s the one that got me to apply for the job, and convinced me to move to take the job. And… it led me to, well, you. I thought, or at least hoped, you might have felt something, too.” She had a hopeful look on her face, peering into his eyes trying to get any sort of answer.

The answer came in the form of Tyson’s fingers lifting her chin upward towards his, closing the distance between them for another kiss. She grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, trying to get as close as possible. The feeling of his facial scruff on her skin tickled, leaving her smiling into the kiss. Her hands traveled along his back, stopping to rest just above his hips as the two lost themselves in each other for another minute or so. Seeing stars and feeling a little dizzy from not breathing, the kiss was broken, leaving the two staring at each other with dazed smiles. Luckily, both heard Burky and Nate walking toward the kitchen, leaving the two to separate, grabbing their respective glasses a few feet apart, and taking a sip as they walked in.

“Wondered where you went to, Jost. Thought you left with JT,” Burky passed by the both of them to grab a beer.

“You never told us that AJ is a hell of a bartender, Nate…” Tyson clearly was trying to diffuse the notion that anything other than beverages happened in the kitchen, even if no one was questioning anything. It probably seemed more suspect to be perfectly honest. AJ blushed at the compliment, but Nate couldn’t help but notice that something seemed off, no, not off, but different about AJ suddenly.

If there is something everyone should know about Nate, it’s that he’s far more observant than one would expect. Not talking about on the ice, because clearly he’s about 5 steps ahead of most other players out there and causing a scoring chance to develop. He seems quiet, aloof even, but he’s still watching and taking in his environment. He truly has a brilliant mind hidden behind his hockey player exterior.

Tyson wasn’t the only one that had studied the look on AJ’s face in the last fifteen minutes or so. Nate glanced over, and if AJ had blinked, she would have missed Nate’s eyes narrow for a split-second, before looking back at Tyson and listening to him talk about the drink AJ made. 

She offered to make two more, but knowing he was driving home soon, Nate declined. Burky took a sip of Tyson’s though, and requested at the next get-together she be the official bartender. Nate made mention that it was getting late, and AJ got the hint he was ready to head home. She told him to give her a couple of minutes to talk to a couple of people, including EJ, thanking him for the invitation and the fun evening. 

Before heading out, she excused herself to the restroom before the drive back, frantically trying to figure out something she could write on. She had a pen in her pocket - she usually carries one with her. But what else could she use the pen on? Digging through her wallet, she found an appointment card for an old appointment back home, well, old home, still in there.  Scribbling her number down, stashed her pen in the pocket again.  Flushing the toilet and running the sink to make it seem legit, she palmed the card in her hand and ducked back down the hallway to the living room. 

AJ said goodnight to a few more new friends, including sliding the card into Tyson’s back pocket as nonchalantly as possible. He jumped a tiny bit at the feeling, but not enough that a spectacle was made. AJ was pretty sure that she pulled off the heist of the century, well, deposit of the century as no one seemed to notice, other than Tyson. Following that, she found Nate by the door waiting. AJ nodded that she was ready to head out, waving and wishing her new-found friends a good night.

Tyson waited a few moments before reaching into his pocket to find what was placed there minutes earlier. Upon realizing the treasure he just found, he instantly grabbed his phone and added AJ to his contacts. A grin appeared on his face as he swiped out a message and hit send.

Tyson: Hey, I hope you didn’t miss your appointment 5 months ago.

Nate was halfway to AJ’s house when her phone buzzed, and saw her pull it from her pocket when a similar grin to Tyson’s appeared on her own face when she didn’t recognize the number, but understood the text perfectly.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

“Eyes on the road Nate. Eh, Jess texted me a few times while we were at EJ’s, that’s all. You know, we should have lunch sometime. I feel like you two would hit it off pretty well. I mean, she is one of your biggest stream fans.”

They both laughed. But she knew that wasn’t the text that made her smile. She saved the unknown contact, and sent a quick response.

AJ: Almost home, will text when I get there.

AJ placed her phone back into her pocket as Nate pulled into the driveway.  Ever the gentleman, Nate still walked her to the door. She didn’t live in a bad neighborhood, he just always insisted. It’s no wonder Tyson thought they were dating. AJ asked if he wanted to come in for a bit, even though she knew that he would turn it down as he needed to get to sleep. He indeed declined the offer, which she was actually okay with, as her thoughts were definitely with the buzzing phone in her pocket. With a hug goodnight, AJ shut the door as Nate was in his vehicle and pulling out of the drive. 

Flopping onto her bed, she grabbed her phone immediately to find a few more texts from Tyson.

Tyson: Looking forward to it. (In reference to her texting when she got home.) You’re a really good kisser.

Can we do that more?

AJ may have squealed a little bit. She tried to come up with something clever in return, but simply texted, I’d really like that.

Despite it being late, the two texted for almost another hour until AJ admitted she needed some sleep. She made a very good point early on, that they really didn’t know each other. AJ knew his name was Tyson, he’s Canadian, is colorblind, and is a damn good utility player. Tyson knew that AJ did something with computers, likes to sing when she thinks she’s alone, and knows how to mix drinks. They just started rapid firing questions at each other, but it almost came to a crashing halt when Tyson asked AJ what her favorite color was (burgundy) and flipped the tables on him, asking the same.

As soon as she hit send, AJ knew she fucked up with, and what’s your favorite color?

Quickly she added, wait that’s a bad question, I’m sorry about that.

Thankfully no feelings were hurt, and Tyson diffused the situation with, I’m going to have to go with gray :p

Before the two called it a night, Tyson took a chance, despite the slight makeout session in EJ’s kitchen earlier that night.

Tyson: Would you want to go get coffee, or dinner sometime maybe?

There was not a long wait for AJ’s response of I don’t know… well… hmmm… alright ;) I’m about to fall asleep, plan on making the plan tomorrow?

Tyson: YES! I’ll text you after practice. Sweet dreams, AJ (kiss emoji)

AJ giggled at the emoji, sending one of her own back Sweet dreams, sleep well Tyson (lip print) 

Both went to sleep with the biggest grins on their faces.

Tyson was up early, grabbed a little breakfast of Eggos, almond butter and maple syrup. He went to the optional skate with a little extra pep in his step, was a little more smiley than usual (which is a lot, to be fair). His chirps to his teammates were silly and lighthearted. A few of his teammates noticed, especially in the locker room afterward, as Tyson was racing to get cleaned up and grab his phone to text AJ.

Tyson: So I know it’s short notice, but what are you doing tonight?

Tyson sat in front of his locker, tapping his foot, staring at his phone. The motion caught JT’s eye, especially when it didn’t stop and Tyson continued staring at his phone. The vibration in his hands lit up his face as he read the message from AJ.

AJ: Hmm. It’s Sunday, so… laundry? Otherwise, I didn’t really have anything planned. What do you have in mind?

JT continued staring as Tyson furiously swiped and tapped, seemingly taking a few attempts to figure out what he wanted to say. Finally satisfied with the text, he tapped send. He took a deep breath, and looked up to see JT still intently watching his face. JT quirked an eyebrow up.

“Who are you texting?”

“Why do you ask?” Tyson was still smiling like an idiot. “I haven’t seen you look this way in a while. Something’s up.” JT was right though, because it had been a while since Tyson had a good reason to be grinning the way he was.

For some reason, Tyson just hadn’t had the best luck with the ladies. This makes no sense at all, considering he’s got a heart of gold, is kind, funny, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s a damn good looking pro athlete. He has swarms of ladies DMing him or hitting on him at the bars, but they just aren’t what he’s looking for. He’d been on a lot of dates, but nothing felt right with them. Sure, it was all fun, but it was leaving him feeling empty. He just wasn’t clicking with any of them, not in the way he was wanting.

That all changed when he first came across AJ.

As the author, let me back up and tell you a little bit about AJ. AJ is not the following: Blonde. Tall. Skinny. Girly.

AJ is the following: Brunette/redhead via the salon and it changes on the regular, it’s loosely curly if you didn’t already know.

Not short, but not tall. Right in the middle at 5’6”. Built sturdily. Strong, but also has curves. A tomboy. Probably not going to find her in dresses, but jeans and hoodies typically.

Not afraid of tattoos or piercings. She’s got a handful of both.

So back to Tyson.

When Tyson first saw AJ, he was in awe of this woman before him. Here she was, doing manual labor on a ladder, comfortable in her own skin, confident enough to be singing randomly while doing her job. Granted she did have a bit of a freak out when she was startled by Tyson’s presence, but her awkwardness did not seem to bother him. He didn’t know anything about her, other than he was intrigued and felt that he needed to know more. It might have also helped that she was not his type. AJ was on a different level for him. There was just something about her. Unfortunately, because she was pretty much attached to Nate at the hip, he was losing hope. It definitely stung seeing her sitting next to him, his arm slung around her. The way they always arrived together, and left together was torture. Nate pointing at AJ when he scored a goal was agonizing.

However, as soon as AJ had dispelled the thought they were together, his remaining glimmer of hope turned into an inferno. And the instant he reconnected his lips with hers, even though he knew so little about her at that moment, it just felt right. He wanted her in his world.

So it was no surprise that he was super excited that she was willing to let him into her’s as well.

Tyson was still staring down JT as his phone buzzed again. Compher simply kept the face of amusement as his friend read the text, eyes wide and smile even wider. Tyson looked up at him.

“Bro, you’re really not going to say anything, are you?” JT was clearly prying.

“Nope. I gotta go, see you in the morning though!” Tyson was up and halfway across the locker room as he hollered over his shoulder. He made a quick exit to the players’ lot, and snuck out the other way to avoid delays; a few autograph seekers were huddled by the lot exit. He’d normally stick around and sign things, but something far more pressing was on his mind…

He had a first date to get ready for. Part 4: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/684795144273297408/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-4n

#Tyson Jost #Tyson Jost x OFC #Josty #Play It Cool

[lazuli-info]

Hello everyone I'm Eddie.. Eddie uhh.. Eddie umm.. (Dear) Yeah- Eddie dear! I just wanted to talk about a little girl named.. Gizmo? (Gimik) right Gimik.. She is a good little girl although I don't remember where she came from but she lives with me. She helps me deliver mail or remember someone's order. Sometimes if I do accidentally forget someone's mail she makes sure I double check everything and uhh... Make sure I have everything!

She has this odd obsession with um (ribbons?) Yeah ribbons! She loves them and sometimes she takes ummm what's his name (frank?) Yeah- Frank's bow off his shirt ofc he gets it back later but she takes it off his shirt a lot. I don't know how she manages to take it off his shirt but it's really odd..

Gizmo- (Gimik) Also has this skirt with I think it's a multi colored skirt. Whenever she feels a certain type of emotion a certain type of color on the skirt starts to spin. Now let me see if I remember the order... I wrote it down somewhere... Ummm. OH here it is! So light greyish blue spins when she's sad, the baby greyish blue spins when she's confused, the dark greyish blue spins when she's uncomfortable, the purple greyish color spins when she's scared, the last color spins when she's mad, if they all spin that means she's happy! If her skirt doesn't spin at all that means she's emotionless or she's about to take it off.

She sometimes spooks me at night. Her puppet face makes it scary to see her in the dark. But sometimes her scary face can be good. If I can remember correctly one time I accidentally fell asleep and she woke me up, all I saw was her puppet face which spook me to wake up.

Gizmo (Eddie if you say gizmo again instead of Gimik I swear) sorry anyway. . . Gimik can be a handful she gets so energetic that she's hard to control. Don't get me started on if she has coffee or candy... One time, and I remember this like the back of my hand! I woke up one morning and went to go get the mail for the day then I felt liquid fall on my head, I looked up and realized that Gimik was on the ceiling with her mouth open and cotton coming out of her mouth... Her skirt wasn't moving, then she attacked me! I ran out of the post office so quickly I didn't even realize that frank was standing in front of the door so I bumped into him by accident.... (Eddie let's not go into detail about the fall ok) alright... But uh later on that day Frank told me he gave her coffee and I told him to never give her coffee again. He didn't and so far she's been fine.

Gimik.. A cute Little 7 year old who loves to sing. Whenever she goes out to deliver a package for me she hums on her way out the door. Then to let me know she delivers a card or a package successfully she yells "Yodele-hee-hoo!" Ofc hers is more high pitch and longer in the hoo part but in respect that I heard her I respond back in a not so good tone- but she's been trying to teach me how to do it and I feel like I'm getting better each time!

Gimik likes to play with Wally. They always do so many challenges. But Wally always wins especially if it's an eating challenge... But Gimik wins those no reaction challenges with lemons and hot peppers.. it was funny when Wally was crying on the ground when he ate those lemons... I think he ate 4 and Gimik ate 15 with no reaction. I still laugh about it to this day hehehe!

Gimik doesn't really like Julie, she says she orders too many things at one time and puts sentences in between to make it more confusing. She also said.... Ummm... (She yells?) Yeah she also says that she yells too much I don't blame her she really does...

Gimik sometimes calls me papa idk why but I don't remember doing anything.... Did I? When did I.... (Eddie if your thinking what I think your thinking you need to stop it) sorry-... Anyway when Gizmo (GIMIK) calls me papa that means she's just calling me.. when she calls me father that means it's something serious and daddy is when she's sad or too frustrated to get her feelings out... I wrote that down btw so I could remember... It's a good thing I did

That's all I can remember right now I'll see you soon, neighbor.

Extras:Gimik is 5'4 and she always stays in the post office even when Eddie isn't there.

[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.2 ★

characters :  koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokuto 

i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!

p.1   + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw :  not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia,  hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

Sugawara 

- he was always a softie to you

- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3

- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you

- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.

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- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home

- you’d reply with “make me” and he was clueless he’d just go “uhh..okay? can you please sit down?”

- having enough of it he confronted you about it 

he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. “y/n what’s gotten into you today? are you okay honey?” his voice was soft, full of  concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.

you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. “its nothing koshi..i just wanted to try something” he titled his head in confusion at your words. “you wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?” your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. “n-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..” he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.

i-its fine if you don’t want t-to!” you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you weren’t having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. “now what brought this up my love?” he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. “well.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..” you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness he’s picked up from having dating you so long. 

“you sure baby?” his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that you’d let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast. 

ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldn’t say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively “well since you were all bratty don’t you think you deserve a bit of punishment?” you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone. 

“um o-okay..koshi-”

“master, let’s go with that alright princess?”

you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. “ you know the safeword right darling?” you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited. 

“yes koshi..”

“koshi?” he questions.

“ah i-i mean master!” you quickly corrected yourself. 

he patted your head smiling at your obedience. “goodgirl..now then” he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation  at what suga had in store for you. “now now, be patient you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?” 

“m’ sorry master..” he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. “such a naughty thing huh?” landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one. 

“what happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.” your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something he’d always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you. 

you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. “why so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like she’s supposed too?” slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile. 

you didn’t respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. “hey baby you okay?was it too much??” 

“r-red..” finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. “why’d you force yourself baby?” he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.

“i-i’m still your goodgirl... right? i didn’t mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..” the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“but what baby you can say it i won’t get mad, i could never” you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“i couldn’t..i like it when you’re soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!”

he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple. 

“of course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till you’re 100% okay with. got it?”

“yes master.”

Atsumu

- this man is kinda like kuroo 

- heavy with his degradation. 

- you didn’t mind ofc!! he’d reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare

- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.

- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.

-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.

- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.

he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. “come on..that all you got? it’s no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.” him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.

he didn’t even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing you’re pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“was that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.” he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.“m’..i was  trying my best daddy..”

“were you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she can’t do anything right.” the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who can’t do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when you’d ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself. 

all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more. 

“aw.” he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. “its okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.” his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream. 

“no more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!” he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off. 

he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off. 

he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didn’t flinch at him. 

“hey..no more tears it’s okay its okay─i didn’t mean it i swear!” his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. “thank god.” he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever. 

the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.

“am i really that useless atsu..?” you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler. 

“NO! NO! thats untrue! i-i’m so sorry you’re not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so don’t ever say that!” his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didn’t precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you. 

you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared you’d runaway or leave. 

“i’m sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.” he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat. 

“let’s go to sleep okay prettygirl?”

Bokuto

- he can get out of hand

- i wouldn’t say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.

- HOWEVER, his cock is something you’ll never get used to

- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.

- you never complained though it was always temporary.

- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.

- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately

- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3

he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. “come on baby make some noise will ya?” he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.

“yeah just like that─fuck you’re really wet baby.” he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you. 

“w-wait bo! need more p-prep!”

“come on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.” your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life. 

he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.

he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace.  you didn’t know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking. 

“bo! please s-slow down─ah!” he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. “bo!” you screamed still not getting his attention. 

feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword “RED!” he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears. 

‘oh no oh no i─ baby i’m sorryyyy!” his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.

“ its okay bo..” you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly. 

“i’m sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you baby─ do you want me to stop we can stop!-”

“no bo its okay!its okay!” you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.

“just go slow okay? then when i’m fully ‘adjusted’ you can go fast and as rough as you want.”

you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.

“r-really? as rough as i want?” he asked making sure, you smiled in response. “yes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.” he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately. 

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 bokuto’s is really soft he’s a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i don’t seem him as the type to degrade his partner he’s just here to please his baby.

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[hyogonokitsune]

hi love!!! I would please like to request something so jdneoe please I'm all blushy while thinking but imagine iwaizumi fucking you in front of the mirror in the locker room after hearing the Japan team talking about you, his precious girlfriend, how they would use you as some fucktoy, he knows you deserve way more than that

hajime knows all the players were watching by the door how you were almost breaking from the pleasure he was giving you, too lost in it you didn't even know they were there

pls this is basically mirror sex and unknown voyeurism for the reader 😭😭😭😭

ofc if you don feel comfortable you don't have to do it!! thanks a lot

this is my first-ever request, so as a prize you win a kissaroo from me to u 😘 this was a very fun idea anon, so thank you for sending it in! I was also blushing while writing it ksjdksdduhjd          

actual locker room talk, (semi-nonconsensual) voyeurism, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie

2200 words

watching -- iwaizumi hajime x reader

He knew it wasn’t your fault; after all, you couldn’t help how cute you were. You couldn’t help the way the fabric of your skirt clung to your hips, the way the neckline of your blouse dipped down when you bent forward, revealing just a little too much skin. You certainly couldn’t help yourself from gazing at your boyfriend with those cute little bedroom eyes each time you visited him at work; it was a look that he learned early on was unintentional, it was simply your natural reaction to seeing him, and it was one of the little things he loved about you. That gaze was reserved for him and him alone, and it only appeared on your face when you thought no one else was watching.

But someone was always watching you; they just couldn’t help themselves, not when somebody as cute as you was wandering around the gym, trailing after Iwaizumi like a lost puppy, your sweet laughter echoing around the room. The looks they caught you giving to your boyfriend, a small indicator of what you were like behind closed doors, made it difficult for them to not fantasize about you.

Iwaizumi knew this, and to some extent he didn’t mind. Having a gorgeous girlfriend inevitably meant that other guys were going to think about her a little too much, but it didn’t matter what they thought to themselves, because at the end of the day it was him that you went home to.

What he did mind, however, was the way they talked about you. Crowded into the locker room after practice, unaware that he was just outside the open door, the team didn’t hold anything back.

“Did ya see what Y/n was wearing today?” Atsumu asked no one in particular. “That dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh?”

“Pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath,” Hinata said.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were starin’ at her,” Atsumu laughed.

“Can you blame me? When she bent over to pick up that ball….”

Someone whistled then, a low, long note. Several other voices murmured their agreement.

“If she’s looking for some balls to hold, I wouldn’t mind helping her out.” More laughter sounded out; Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. He was frozen on the spot, unable to tear himself away from the disgusting conversation.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell her that next time she comes around.”

“Bet she gives crazy good head.”

“Girls like that always do.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.”

“She’d probably just lie there and take it, too.”

“Not like I’d want anything else outta her, though.”

Their laughter rang out. Iwaizumi had finally had enough, forcing himself to turn and walk away; it probably wouldn’t have been a good look if the team’s athletic trainer wound up putting them in the hospital.

He definitely knew it wasn’t your fault; not you, his lovely girlfriend who had never asked for any of that attention. The fact that you just existing could elicit such disrespectful comments made him feel more frustration than he knew what to do with. More than the knowledge that other guys were thinking about fucking his girlfriend, he was more bothered by the way they had spoken about you, as if you were just a piece of meat, something interesting for them to play with. He knew better, knew that you were someone to cherish and take care of, someone he had gone out of his way to make feel good countless times.

But he also knew that their comments were, in the end, harmless. He certainly was never going to relay them to you, and as long as you could stay happy, blissfully unaware of what was being said about you, Iwaizumi could shoulder the burden of knowing the team’s true thoughts. He had managed to calm himself down by the next time he saw them, and was successfully managing to ignore what he had overheard.

Up until the next time you stopped by the gym.

When he spotted you across the court, chatting innocently to Ushijima and Atsumu, something in him snapped. He was hyperaware of the lustful way Atsumu was looking down at you, the way the muscles in Ushijima’s arm tensed when you playfully shoved him on the shoulder, laughing at something he had said. It was one thing to listen to the team talk about wanting to fuck you; actually seeing it so plainly on their faces was something else entirely.

Before he was aware of his own intentions, Iwaizumi was making his way over to you, putting a protective arm around your shoulders and tugging you away from the others.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice sounding oddly clipped. “Can you come with me for a second?” He was already leading you away before you could respond.

“Hajime? Is something wrong?” you asked, looking up at him. You could see the muscles in his cheek tensing as he clenched his jaw.

“No, baby,” he said, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Okay, because it seems like something’s bothering you,” you pressed as he led you into the team’s locker room.

“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pushed your back up against the row of sinks, large hands firmly gripping your waist. “Just wanted to touch you,” he said, head bending down to press hot kisses into your neck.

“Hajime, not here!” you said, but you made no effort to push him away. You sighed, melting into his touch, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved up to your ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“Why not, princess?” he asked, voice low and husky. “Don’t you wanna see how cute you are?”

Turning you around, he pressed his chest up against your spine, hand weaving into your hair to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your throat. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with wide eyes, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

“Don’t you wanna see what you look like when I’m fucking you?”

Your heart was pounding, legs trembling as his hands roamed over your body, lifting up your shirt and tugging down your bra to reveal your breasts. Your nipples hardened when the cold air hit them; Iwaizumi’s fingers brushed over them, pinching and rolling, making you moan softly.

“P-please, Hajime,” you said breathlessly, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. You grinded back against him, desperate for more contact. The wetness was growing between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear. One of his hands moved under your skirt, tugging your panties down and letting them fall to your knees. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, sliding a finger along your pussy, making you squirm.

“Want your cock, please, baby, need it so badly,” you begged. In the mirror, you saw him grin over your shoulder. He tugged down his shorts and boxers just enough to free his cock, before flipping your skirt up over your hips to get a better view of you. He dragged the head of his cock between the folds of your pussy, his touch teasing.

“This what you want?” he asked, the tone of his voice making you shiver. You nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He pressed into you, groaning at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock stretched you out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he bottomed out; you clenched around him, drawing another low groan from his lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Iwaizumi loved the look on your face in the mirror, with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight, breath coming out in shallow pants as he started thrusting into you. It was clear that you had no thoughts other than how good he felt inside you, desperately wanting him to make you cum; but a part of his mind was thinking of something else. He was thinking about the fact that practice was almost over, and any minute now the team would be heading back to the locker room to find you there, shamelessly moaning from the way that he was fucking you.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he told you. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.” You immediately obeyed, staring, mesmerized, at your boyfriend’s face in the mirror, his dark green eyes boring into you.

His cock was hitting that spot deep inside your cunt, making your whole body tremble. He dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you harshly as he fucked into you. Your pussy was tightening around him, letting him know how close you were getting.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, mouth sucking on the skin of your neck again. “Who’re you so wet for, baby?”

“Y-you, Hajime—oh, fuck—only you,” you gasped out, surprised by how much you were loving being able to watch yourself getting fucked. Your cheeks were flushed, hot breath fogging up the mirror as you came closer and closer to your release. “F-fuck, please don’t stop, baby, I’m g-gonna cum—god!” You had barely gotten the last word out before your orgasm washed over you, eyes closing again at the intense pleasure.

You were too wrapped up in your own world to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer, but Iwaizumi was all too aware of them. He was looking at the door in the mirror when the team appeared there, grinning to himself at the stunned expressions on their faces. He put a hand on your back, pressing you down until your chest was lying flat on the counter.

“You want more, baby?” he asked you, just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes,” you moaned, head nodding against the cool surface of the counter. “Feels so good…”

Iwaizumi started thrusting into you harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoing throughout the room. You were quickly coming undone, breathing shallow and fast as your nails grasped at the surface beneath you. His name left your lips over and over, begging him to go harder, faster, to give you more.

He loved the way you felt around him, loved how easy it was for him to completely wreck you. Your cunt was clenching so hard around his cock, drawing him back in each time his hips pulled away from you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear as one of his hands reached around to play with your clit, the added sensation making your spine arch. “You wanna cum again, princess?”

“Mm hmm,” you whimpered, unable to say much else. You could hardly catch your breath with the relentless pace he set, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy making your mind go blank. He was rubbing tight circles over your clit, the friction sending you over the edge again.

With one cheek pressed into the counter, Iwaizumi could see half your face as you were cumming. He smiled at the way your mouth fell open, no sound coming out as he continued to rock his hips into you, not giving you a break for a second. He glanced up at the mirror again to find the whole team still standing in the doorway, watching intently as he fucked you better than they ever could. Several of them were palming themselves through their shorts, desire plain on their faces.

He increased his pace even more, fingers still playing with your clit, making you cry out. Your whole body was shaking underneath him; the sight of it drove him mad.

“T-too much, Hajime!” you wailed, but the look in your eyes as you gazed up at his face pleaded for him to keep going. The overstimulation was electrifying every part of your body, a tingling sensation running up and down your limbs as his cock slammed into you relentlessly.

“One more, princess,” he said, never stopping his movements. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a clear order. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, even as they watered from the intense pleasure, your vision blurring, body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck! Hajime!” you screamed out as your pussy clenched around him again, eyes rolling back. A string of curses and moans flew past your lips, dissolving into unintelligible babbling. If he hadn’t been gripping your hip so tightly, you would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm, knees trembling wildly.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down over you, chest pressing into your back and lips latching onto your throat as he came, spilling his load inside of you. “You’re so amazing, baby,” he whispered, his words intended only for your ears.

Panting hard, he pulled out of you, fixing your clothes into place before tucking himself back into his shorts. Pressing one last kiss into the back of your neck, he looked up at the mirror. The hard look he gave the guys still standing in the open doorway was more than clear; without needing a word from him, they all turned to leave before you could sit up and notice them.

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on your temple. He led you out of the locker room, grinning at the way the team stared at you in the hallway, their eyes moving to look at his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

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[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

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TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry. 

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #kita shinsuke #terushima yuuji #tendou satori #oikawa x reader #kita x reader #terushima x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq hcs #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #oikawa hcs #oikawa headcanons #kita hcs #kita headcanons #terushima hcs #terushima headcanons #tendou hcs #tendou headcanons

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-More Hearts Than Mine-

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

Especially when a global pandemic is sweeping the world.

With lockdowns and stay at home orders looming on the horizon, the uncertainty of their situation becomes almost too much for Whitney Taylor to handle. Chris suggests that they quarantine together to avoid any potential separations but, given what happened the last time they spent more than a few brief moments in each other’s company, that could cause more problems than it solves…

Chris Evans x OFC

Sequel to: Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Note: Thank you so much to everyone who read this story, especially those who took the time to comment and share their thoughts! I never imagined it would get this much love and I really appreciate it.

This is the last part of this section of their story, but there will be more! I don’t have too much planned yet, but I’m definitely going to write a little prequel about how it all started and then maybe a series of one shots of various events in their lives or a follow up series a bit in the future. Keep an eye out for that and enjoy this last part for now!

Part Four

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Part Five

It was still dark when I woke up.

It took a moment for me to remember where I was and why I was intertwined with a very warm, sculpted body, but as the memories came back to me, I was relieved that it was still early. We hadn't had the forethought to set any alarms despite agreeing that I should leave before Grayson came down so it was lucky that I'd woken up naturally.

I knew I needed to leave while I had the chance, before I drifted back off to sleep, but the peaceful look on Chris' face was hard to disturb. It had been an emotional night for both of us at the end of a busy day so I tried to slip away without waking him up, but even in his sleep, he wasn't ready to let me go. His grip tightened the moment I started to wiggle and I couldn't help but smile at his need to keep me close.

Stretching up, I placed soft kisses along his jaw as I quietly called out his name between each one. It took a few moments, but eventually he stirred and his grip tightened on me again as he tilted his head to look down at me.

"What time is it?"

His voice was raspy with sleep and it sent tingles down my spine.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "But I should probably go upstairs."

Chris leaned up on his arm just enough to look over me to glance at the clock on his nightstand.

"It's only five," he informed me. "Stay."

"He gets up early some days."

My words were true, but he wasn't going to be swayed.

"Never before six, we've got time."

Before I could put forth any more arguments, he leaned down and silenced me with a kiss.

It felt strange - waking up in his bed, sharing such casual affection - but it felt so right.  

I let my hands slide over his toned chest, soaking in the hard shape of his muscles, enjoying the shiver that ran through him as I ghosted my fingers down over his prominent abs before trailing back up his waist. A smile slid onto my face as I pulled back slightly.

"How'd you get so many abs?" I mumbled. "It's not fair."

I felt Chris' lips twitch into a smirk against my own as he slid his hands under my shorts as he had the night before.

"No more unfair than you walking around in these sexy pajamas for the last few weeks..."

I snorted a laugh and pulled away to look down at what I was wearing before looking back at him.

"I don't wear sexy pajamas," I protested. "These are old and frumpy."

"What are you talkin' about?" He laughed. "Who in their right mind thinks booty shorts are frumpy?"

"These are not booty shorts, they're normal shorts."

"Well, they're short enough that they've been driving me crazy,"  he informed me, leaning down to hover his lips over mine again. "But then again, you could wear anything and make it look fuckin' hot."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his compliment, but before I could deny it, his lips were back on mine.

It was a slow and lazy kiss and I was struck by how different this felt to the intimate moments we'd shared before. There was no threat of one of us coming to our senses and running away, we could relax and enjoy every moment. The knowledge that this was something deeper, something stronger than a fleeting moment of weakness made it feel all the more profound; it made the fire that was building inside me burn brighter with every brush of his tongue against mine and every tug of my hips against his.

His hands kneaded and squeezed my bum as I let one of mine rest on his chest while the other tightened on his bicep. His tense, sculpted bicep. So much for out of shape, I thought to myself remembering our earlier conversation, but I didn't have time to voice any arguments against the claim that he'd made before he drew my mind back into the moment.

Pulling back slightly, he nipped at my lower lip and began trailing kisses down my jaw. I hummed happily at the sensation until he focused on a spot just below my ear, a spot that pulled a gasp from my lips. Encouraged by the sound, he sucked there, gently at first but steadily increased the pressure until his teeth grazed against my skin and I couldn't hold back a soft moan.

He chuckled as he pulled his mouth back, just enough for his breath to hit my neck and send shivers down my spine.

"I can't wait to find all the places that do that to you..."

I felt my cheeks heat up, partially from the shame of how easily he'd found such a sensitive spot and partially from the anticipation of him finding more.

"Shut up," I mumbled, moving my hand from his arm to his jaw to lift his mouth back to mine.

He smirked into the kiss, letting our lips stay together as his hands slid up from under my shorts to under my shirt instead. He wasted no time lifting it over my head, tossing it aside and settling his hands on my chest. Another gasp slipped out of me as his fingers found my nipples and pinched them softly. The sensation alone sent a wave of arousal through me, but as he leaned back to flick his eyes down and take in the sight, I felt the heat between my legs grow even more. His pupils darkened as he bit his bottom lip and I let my hips rock against his.

"Chris," I practically panted. "Please..."

He pulled his eyes back up to meet mine as if my voice had snapped him out of a trance and he smiled, kissing me again.

"Patience, Winnie. Patience."

Winnie. It was a nickname he'd started using years ago, the first night we met. It wasn't until he mumbled it now that I realized how long it had been since he'd used it. Probably not since I'd told him that we were better off as friends, I'd just been Whitney since then. The sound of it made my heart clench as I captured his mouth with mine and arched into him. I needed to feel him - I needed that closeness.

He let me press against him, moving his hands so my chest could rest against his and letting them trail down to quickly rid himself of his pants and me of my shorts before settling them back on my thighs. He kissed me deeply, his tongue teasing mine as his hands slowly moved higher, taking advantage of the position of my leg over his hip as one hand slid between us.

I gripped him, gasping against his mouth as he pressed his thumb against my clit while one finger, quickly followed by another, sunk inside me.

My head fell back then, giving Chris the opportunity to press his lips against the exposed skin.

"Never get tired of seeing you like this..."

The words were mumbled into my neck, but I couldn't even fathom a response as my eyes squeezed shut, too distracted by the feeling of the movement between my legs. I knew the thickness of his fingers was only a hint of what was to come, the slow yet purposeful rubbing was just a tease and that thought was almost overwhelming.

I wanted to touch him, I wanted to hear him whimper and feel him squirm like I was, but when I reached out to touch his hard cock that lay between us, he used his free hand to pull mine away, pinning it to his chest. At the same time, he pressed harder on my clit and I couldn't find the strength to argue as my arousal became almost overwhelming.

"Chris, please," I repeated my earlier plea, but he played dumb as he raised an eyebrow.

"Please?"

I wanted - no, needed - him inside me, to feel the stretch and ache of his cock as his hips thrust against mine, but as hard as I tried to focus and get more words out, more specific directions, my mind went blank. He looked smug at my helplessness, but a curl of his fingers had my eyes fluttering shut as a moan tore from my throat and my hips moved against his hand as if they were no longer under my control. I heard a faint 'shh' before Chris' lips covered mine again in an attempt to swallow the noises I couldn't hold back.

He was relentless as he stroked the sensitive spot he’d found with every move of his fingers. It was intense. Too intense but not intense enough at the same time until suddenly it was perfect. My nails dug into Chris' arm, my thigh gripping his hip as if to keep him exactly where he was and the pleasure ripped through my body.

My chest heaved as I came down from the high, my hand going to Chris' wrist to guide his away from me, needing a relief from the stimulation once the trembles of my orgasm had stopped. He rested his hand on my hip instead, stroking the skin softly as he laid soft, gentle kisses on my lips until I relaxed.

Eventually I melted against him, my body loose from my release which was a stark contrast to the tension that ran through him. He was impossibly hard, already leaking, and practically his whole body twitched as I let my hand drift over him from base to tip.

"Whitney," he choked out. "Fuck."

His voice was strangled, his eyes wide, pupils blown and the vision of him so wound up sent another wave of heat through me. I teased him for a moment, a lazy smirk on my face as he shivered under my touch, but he didn't let me have my fun for long.

He shifted slightly, pushing forward enough to knock me onto my back. My hand slipped away from him and he caught it in his, lacing our fingers together as he pinned it to the bed. Shifting his hips, he settled into position before reaching down with his free hand to guide himself inside me making us both moan at the sensation. He surprised me by how continually restrained he was as he slowly pressed forward until he was buried completely. The stretch was fierce and I felt every inch of him, soaking in the feeling as my body adjusted. Once I was comfortable, I rocked my hips and gasped at the friction.

Chris pressed his lips against my shoulder, his hand gripping mine a little tighter as he pulled out almost as slowly as he'd pushed in. The second thrust was slightly more forceful, but it was clear he was holding back, using the soft movements to build the tension between us.

And it was working.

Every slow drag had me feeling every inch, every brush against every nerve and I felt myself quivering around him within moments.

He nudged his nose against my chin as he trailed his lips up until they pressed against mine again.

"Look at me."

His demand came out in a grunt, but I forced my eyes open to meet his. His gaze was intense and it was hard not to look away, but there was more behind his stare. A softness, a twinkle, a look of love. My breath caught in my throat as I let my free hand move to his cheek.

I held his stare as he continued his gentle thrusts, the speed increasing as his will power waned and I matched him, letting myself rub against him with each movement. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building, for the slow and consistent friction against the most sensitive parts of my body to make me tighten and clench as my release began to build again. But as it built, so did the emotions bubbling in my chest.

This closeness. The intimacy. The difference between this moment and any we'd shared before. How he was taking his time, like every touch was purposeful and like every movement had more meaning behind it than words could express. It was unlike anything I'd felt before and it made my heart ache.

He was watching me as my eyes grew misty, grunting with almost every thrust and soon, the intensity was too much.

I pressed towards him, pushing to meet his movements as my eyes fell shut, my jaw dropping as I panted against him. I felt his grip tighten on my hand again as he picked up speed until our hips were crashing together.

I let my arms lace around his neck, pulling him closer to me so I could bury my face against the skin of his shoulder as it took mere moments - practically seconds - for me to fall over the edge, muffling my repressed cries with his muscles.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, his head hanging low as his own release was edged closer by mine.

He thrust once, twice, three more times before pulling out completely leaving me twitching around nothing as he spilled on my stomach. He held himself steady, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving, until he caught his breath and let his arms relax, rolling over to lay next to me.

That was when the wave of emotion I'd been feeling crashed down on me. As I laid there, covered in his cum, I suddenly felt as exposed and vulnerable as I had during our conversation the night before. I bit my bottom lip to stop it trembling, but I couldn't hold back the tears as they began trailing down my cheeks and onto the pillow below my head.

I could hear Chris breathing next to me as he came down from his release, but I stayed perfectly still, hoping not to draw any attention to myself. It wasn't until I drew in a shaky breath that he noticed I was crying.

"Hey, whoa, what's going on?" He asked, rolling onto his side so he was facing me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I choked out. "I'm just...overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed in a good way?" He asked, his worry written all over his face. "Or bad?"

"Good," I assured him, smiling softly and reaching up to stroke his cheek. "It's all good, I promise."

"Okay," Chris nodded, but there was still concern in his eyes. "I'll be right back."

He scurried off to the bathroom, reappearing moments later with a damp cloth. He quickly, but gently wiped up the mess on my stomach before throwing the cloth in the laundry basket in the corner and climbing back into bed. As soon as he was settled, he pulled me into his arms and let me rest my head on his chest.

We stayed like that, holding onto each other as Chris whispered quiet reassurances to me for a few minutes until my tears came under control.

"Sorry," I sniffled. "That's so embarrassing."

"It's not," he insisted, stroking my arm softly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Absolutely," I assured him, placing a soft kiss on his chest. "Better than okay. It's just been an emotional night, I guess it all kinda hit me."

"I thought," he paused. "I thought maybe you regretted it..."

His confession made me sit up so fast that it made my head spin slightly as I turned to look at him.

"No, Chris, it's not that at all! I don't regret it, not even a little bit, it's pretty much the opposite," I explained. "I'm happy and that felt different, it caught me off guard."

"Just a big emotional release then?" He questioned with a smile, waiting for me to nod in confirmation before stretching forward to place a kiss on my lips. "I love you."

I felt my heart swell from how casually he said those words and I couldn't hold back a grin as I rested my forehead against his.

"I love you too."

We soaked in our moment of bliss for a few minutes before we realized that it really was time for me to go. I was slow and reluctant as I peeled myself out of bed, still desperate to keep this peace that we'd found undisturbed as long as possible, but it was nearing six o'clock and the threat of Grayson waking up was increasing by the minute.

So, after pulling Chris back in for one last kiss, I snuck off back to my own room.

-

Surprisingly, I fell asleep again almost as soon as I crawled into my own bed. The excitement and stress of the last twenty-four hours had me more tired than I realized and I didn't wake up again until just after eight o'clock.

As I laid in bed, trying to wrap my mind around everything that happened, I found myself feeling strangely nervous about going downstairs. I could have stayed in bed with Chris forever - away from the world and prying eyes, just the two of us soaking each other in as we made up for lost time - but things were always harder when you integrate them into real life. I tried to reassure myself, convince myself that we were the same as before, just with more kissing and wonderful orgasms, but that seemed like a bit of a stretch.

We'd spent so many years keeping each other at arms length to dull the pain of not being together and avoid any signs of our feelings slipping out. I had no idea how to act around him now that we were together.

I knew that hiding in my room all day wasn't going to solve anything though so after a quick shower, I headed downstairs.

It became clear that I'd missed breakfast as the noise of laughter floated in from the living room and while I smiled at the sound, I headed to the kitchen in search of coffee first.

I thought I'd snuck down quietly, but I'd barely put the cream in my drink when I felt hands on my waist and lips against my neck. I tensed, feeling my nerves bubble back up to the surface, but I turned in his arms to face him.

"Good morning," Chris smiled before leaning and pressing a soft peck on my lips. I forced a smile in return, but my brain was racing and Chris picked up on that right away. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "It just feels weird. Being able to touch you or kiss you or whatever. I resisted for so long, it seems odd to do it now."

"Sounds like someone is overthinking things," Chris teased as he raised an eyebrow. "Because you literally threw yourself at me in front of my entire family yesterday with no hesitation."

My jaw dropped as Chris smirked down at me.

"I did not throw myself at you," I protested. "At least, not how you're implying! I tackled you in a sporting situation!"

"Ah," Chris' smirk widened. "So, you admit it was a tackle then?"

"You made sure the point didn't count," I reminded him as I rolled my eyes. "I don't understand what you're trying to prove."

Chris chuckled and pulled me closer causing me to instinctively put my arms around his neck to help me balance against him.

"I'm trying to prove that you used to touch me plenty without a second thought," he informed me. "And I remember because I savoured every little touch."

I couldn't hold back a teasing and somewhat patronizing 'awwwe' at that admission and Chris mumbled a gentle 'shut up' before forcing me to do so by pressing his lips against mine.

I was cautiously mindful that we'd agreed not to tell Grayson about this for a while - and that making out in the kitchen gave him a pretty good opportunity to catch us unaware - but it was just too hard to resist the sensation of Chris' tongue sliding against mine and luckily, it wasn't Gray who stumbled upon us.

"Wow," Scott let out a low whistle. "What do we have here?"

I felt my cheeks heat up, like we were teenagers caught by a parent, as I pulled away from Chris. He turned back to face his brother, a smirk on his face.

"Surprise!"

"Is it official?" Scott asked, the grin on his face warming my heart. He seemed genuinely giddy for us. "When did this happen?"

"Last night," Chris answered, looking down at me with a goofy smile. "And yeah, I'd say it's pretty official?"

I nodded, letting my hand slip into his and squeezing it gently as Scott let out a 'whoop' of excitement.

"I'm happy for you guys! It's about fucking time!"

We laughed at his enthusiasm as the patter of little feet on the floor alerted us to an incoming presence. I let Chris' hand fall away from mine and picked my coffee up instead, trying to look casual in a way that was probably unnecessary when dealing with an oblivious three year old.

"Uncle Scott said a bad word!"

Scott rolled his eyes as he ruffled his nephew's hair.

"I swear, that word is like a bat signal for him," he joked. "Every time I say it, he appears out of no where!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't use bad words at all," I pointed out, smiling as Grayson wiggled away from his Uncle's hand. "Then Grayson wouldn't have to keep you in line."

"You're right," Scott sighed with another roll of his eyes. "Sorry, Grayson. I'll try to remember not to say it."

Grayson nodded, pleased that his language policing was successful before turning his attention back to me.

"Mama, I need help."

"With what?"

He dashed across the room and grabbed my empty hand as he tugged me towards the door he'd just come through.

"My new dinosaur puzzle," he explained. "It's too hard."

"The one from Grandma Jane?" I asked, referring to the birthday gift that my mom had sent him. He nodded in confirmation as we walked into the living room. "Oh, that one did seem tricky. It's pretty big."

He nodded again as he sat down in front of where he'd scattered out all the pieces. He'd managed to get a few of them together correctly, but most of what he'd assembled had been wrongly forced in to place. I rested my mug on the coffee table and sat down next to him. He eagerly climbed into my lap, with a puzzle piece in each hand and bit his lip in concentration as he attached one of the pieces correctly to the ones he'd already connected.

"Good job! See, I don't think you need my help. You're great at puzzles."

"I do," he insisted. "It's too big."

"Okay," I agreed. "I'll stay here just in case you run into trouble."

Grayson flashed me a smile and got back to work as Chris settled in the chair facing us. I noticed he was on his phone, but I didn't realize he was taking a picture until he turned it around to show me. It was a lovely photo, from the focused look on Grayson's face to the soft, affectionate smile on mine as I looked down at him. Since there weren't usually many other adults around when Grayson was with me, I had always regretted that we didn't have many pictures of us together. He would humour me for the odd selfie, but candid photos of us were few and far between.

"That's nice," I smiled. "Can you send it to me?"

Chris nodded his head before his lips twitched into a smirk.

"I just signed up for Instagram actually," he informed me. "Maybe I'll post it on there."

I snorted a laugh at that suggestion as I shook my head.

"Your fans are already sharpening their pitchforks and lighting their torches after that recent interview, are you trying to get me killed?"

"Maybe it'll help," Chris shrugged, but the smirk that was still firmly planted on his face told me he wasn't serious. "It'll be less fun to gossip about us if I just post pictures of you all the time."

I turned my attention back to Grayson for a moment to help him find the right spot for a piece before looking back over at Chris.

"I don't think that would work," I warned him. "When did you get Instagram anyway?"

"A few days ago, but I haven't posted anything yet," he admitted. "I don't really know how to use it."

"You're such an old man," I teased him with a laugh. "Why did you even get it if you don't know how to use it?"

He shrugged again as he answered while Gray let out a little cheer as he put several more pieces in place.

"It's good for promoting stuff. Which will be important when we launch A Starting Point."

"That's true," I nodded. "And you can post all those 'thirst traps' that your fans love."

Chris raised an eyebrow and his age showed again when he questioned me.

"Thirst traps? What's a thirst trap?"

"It's when you post..." I paused to cover Grayson's ears briefly. "Sexy selfies to deliberately rile people up."

"Oh my god," Chris tossed his head back as he barked out a laugh. "I don't do that. The only selfies I post are of me and Dodger."

"I've seen the pictures," I reminded him. "You always make sure those bulging biceps are on display."

"That meets your definition of a thirst trap?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're easy to impress."

Now it was my turn to smirk.

"Or maybe I've just been really thirsty for you these last few years."

"Gross!" Scott protested as he walked in, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. "If you're thirsty, I can get you a glass of water. Any other type of thirst should not be discussed while you're around me or your son."

I apologized, despite the giggle that slipped out, knowing that was a perfectly fair request. Chris, however, couldn't resist taunting his brother.

"Oh, I think she'll be fine," he informed him. "I quenched her thirst pretty well this morning."

I gasped and covered Grayson's ears even though he'd already heard the inappropriate thing his father had just said. Luckily, he was too young to understand what it meant, but Scott pretended to gag as he clearly got the joke.

"Okay, from now on, there will be none of that talk around me," Scott demanded. "No euphemisms, no jokes, no inappropriate touching or you two can go stay somewhere else and Gray and I will stay here together.”

I squeezed Grayson tight as I shook my head, displeased with that idea.

"We'll behave," I assured him. "Sorry, Scott."

Scott accepted my apology on the condition that we follow his instructions and Chris shot me a wink from where he sat.

I bit my lip to hide a smile so as to not antagonize Scott anymore and I took a moment to appreciate the situation. There was a lot of terrible, dark stuff happening in the world right now and I was incredibly grateful that we had a little pocket of brightness to bask in.

-

Chris and I soon found ourselves settled into things and getting swept up that new relationship bliss. That period of time that was filled with sultry glances, discreet touches taken during any possible moment, flirtatious giggles over silly little things - we were revelling in it all.

We did our best to be subtle - to keep Grayson unaware and to respect Scott's very reasonable ground rules - but from the near constant eye rolls from Scott, we weren't as discreet as we thought we were. He got particularly annoyed during our Mario Kart competitions as Chris' goal had shifted from winning every race, to taking out Scott so that I stood a chance. It was not a natural skill for me - I came last every time under normal circumstances - so I was grateful for any assistance I could get and made sure to thoroughly reward Chris for his help.

For the most part though, we'd reached a kind of peace that was nothing short of revitalizing. It was absolutely amazing to me how refreshed I felt now that we'd taken the plunge. I hadn't realized just how crippling our situation had been for me or the amount of energy I'd wasted fighting and suppressing my feelings for Chris. Now that we were together, it was like a fog had lifted on my brain. I had more energy and woke up with an excitement every day that I hadn't felt in a long time. I loved Grayson and he brought me a tremendous amount of joy, but there had always been a hole in our lives. I known that all along but now that the hole was closing, I was starting to realize just how big it had been and how detrimental it was even if I’d had the best intentions.

However, it only took about a week for the complications to start and all because Grayson was in a mood.

He woke up that way, as kids sometimes do, but it seemed like nothing we tried to do could help him shake off the grumpiness that he was feeling.

He fought Chris all through breakfast, he scowled all through his favourite morning cartoons and we narrowly avoided a meltdown when Scott headed out on his roller blades with Dodger and left Grayson at home. (He was an excellent uncle, but he gave Grayson more than his fair share of attention and we respected his need for some time to himself). After a good fifteen minutes of sulking and stomping around, I managed to distract him with his favourite train track, but even that relief was short-lived.

He played happily with me for almost half an hour, but he was still carrying a lot of tension in his body. It all came bursting out as soon as two of the pieces of track wouldn't slide back together as easily as he would have liked. Before I could offer any assistance, he let out a growl and tossed the pieces at the wall and kicking apart the ones we'd connected on the floor.

"Okay, Gray," I sighed. "That's enough. We don't throw our things around like that. You need to pick them up and put all this track away."

Grayson crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No."

I braced myself for a long stand-off as I nodded.

"It's not a choice," I insisted. "Come on, I'll help you."

"No," he told me firmly. "You do it!"

"I'll help you," I repeated. "But it's your mess, so you need to clean it up."

Grayson was unswayed as he continued to shake his head, but before I could try anything else to persuade him, Chris poked his head into the room we were in.

"I'm making lunch," he informed us. "Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich, buddy?"

A smile burst onto Grayson's face.

"Yes, please!"

He scampered over to the doorway where Chris was standing, but I was quick to voice my protests.

"Not so fast," I warned him. "You need to clean up all this track before you can do anything."

Grayson's face fell as he realized that he wasn't going to get away with his escape.

"No!" He snapped. "You need to go home!"

I was taken aback by that suggestion and how fiercely he demanded it, but Chris didn't hesitate as he jumped to my defence.

"Grayson, don't speak to your Ma like that," he scolded him. "Let's pick it up together and then we can go have some lunch."

"No, I don't want to!"

His voice was rising as he stomped his foot for dramatic effect and I sighed.

"I did offer to help already, but he wasn't having any of it."

"Well, we've got to get this mess cleaned up," Chris shrugged, throwing a few pieces in the tub as an example. "We can't leave it all over the floor or it'll get broken."

"I don't care!" Grayson insisted. "You're stupid!"

There were tears of frustration building up in his eyes as Chris winced at his uncharacteristic insult. I frowned, feeling my patience slip away despite my concern for why on earth Grayson was so wound up.

"Gray, that's not a nice thing to say," I sighed. "What's going on with you today? Why are you feeling so frustrated?"

I kept my voice soft and tried to hide my own feelings of frustration, but it did nothing to calm Grayson.

"I'm not!"

It was clearly a lie, but I threw a few more pieces in the tub, hoping to inspire him to help a little bit.

"See, look," Chris gestured to me. "Your mom will pick up the pieces on this side and you and I can do the ones on the other. Deal?"

"No! No deal!"

"Wow," Chris mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. "What is going on with him today?"

"I have no idea," I murmured back to him before turning my attention back to Gray. I moved over so I was kneeling in front of him and tried to look him in the eye despite his best efforts to look away. "C'mon, buddy. We can't do anything else until this mess gets cleaned up, so why don't we just get it over with and do it fast?"

"Go away, Mama," he demanded. "Go home! We don't want you here now!"

I knew his words were said out of anger and that he didn't mean it, but I couldn't deny that they hurt, especially with how passionately he spat them at me. I was momentarily stunned, but Chris leapt to my aid again as he appeared at my side, kneeling in front of Grayson as well. His jaw was tight, a clear sigh that his patience was thinning as quickly as mine.

"Grayson, that's not true," he insisted. "We love having your Ma here."

"No, I hate it!"

"Oh, do you?" Chris matched his scowl as Grayson nodded. "Well, you better get used to it because things are different now. We've decided that it would be nice for us to be a family."

"Huh?"

Grayson's eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion and my heart sank. I wasn't sure what Chris was thinking, but this wasn't how I wanted Grayson to find out.

"Your Ma and I love each other very much," Chris elaborated. "And we want us all to be together all the time, so you guys won't be going home anymore. You won't have to go back and forth."

Grayson's brow furrowed even more as his bottom lip wobbled for the few seconds it took for him to burst into tears. Chris looked shocked and I cringed as Grayson ran out of the room, the sound of his cries echoing up the stairs until his bedroom door slammed.

"Chris..." I started once the house was silent.

"I know, I know."

Chris shook his head as he stood up and helped me to my feet, but I wasn't about to let this go.

"What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," he admitted. "I was frustrated. He's been hard work today."

"I know he has." I was agreeing, but my tone wasn't one of solidarity. "But it's best not to inform children of massive life changes out of frustration or while they're in the middle of a tantrum!"

Chris huffed and crossed his arms, looking not unlike Grayson had only minutes before.

"He shouldn't talk to you like that."

"He's three, Chris!" I reminded him. "You can't drop bombs like that when he doesn't even understand what you're talking about! And, for the record, I don't remember ever agreeing to move in here permanently."

Chris swallowed hard as a frown slid onto his face. He looked worn out and if I wasn't so annoyed, I would have felt sympathetic. This had been a trying day during a very trying time and we were all just doing the best that we could. But that applied to Grayson as well and as difficult as he was being, he didn't deserve to have that news thrown in his face in a way he couldn't even comprehend.

"I just assumed..."

"I know you did, but that's something we need to discuss before you bring it up with Gray."

"It makes the most sense."

"Maybe so," I shrugged. "But we're moving a little bit fast here, don't you think? Two weeks ago we were barely speaking and now you want me to fully move in with you?"

"You've already moved in."

"It's different though," I insisted. "This is temporary, most of our stuff is still at home."

Chris looked down at me, the sadness and disappointment on his face making him look even more like a little boy, but his sad face wasn't the one I was most concerned about right now as my thoughts moved back to Grayson.

"Look, clearly we have more to discuss and work out, but I need to go check on Gray right now."

Chris still looked downtrodden, but he nodded.

"Alright, I'll come with you."

He moved towards the doorway, but I stopped him.

"Do you mind if I talk to him first?"

His face fell again, but he moved out of the way and wordlessly gestured for me to pass by him. I stretched up to place a kiss on his cheek and mumbled a 'thank you' in his ear before heading up to Grayson's room.

-

I knocked when I got to Grayson's door, but was unsurprised by his rude response.

"Go away!"

His tone was angry, but it sounded like his tears had subsided and I was grateful for that. I ignored his request and slowly opened the door, the sight inside almost bringing tears to my own eyes.

He had a little bag on his bed and was packing his things into it. The important stuff, of course, like all his favourite toys, but it broke my heart that we'd upset him so badly.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I'm going home," he told me, not looking away from his current task until he decided a clarification was needed. "To our home."

I sat on the bed next to where he was packing, trying to take the surety with which he spoke seriously.

"How are you going to get there?"

He was unfazed by that logical question as he answered.

"I'm going to walk."

"Walk?" I raised my eyebrows. "Wow. That's impressive. I don't think that I could even walk that far."

He faltered then, suddenly looking a tad less confident in his decision.

"Can you take me?"

"We can't go back there right now," I informed him with a sad smile. "We're not allowed to go anywhere right now, are we?" I paused while he shook his head. "So, if we went home, we'd have to stay inside that tiny little apartment all day every day. That wouldn't be much fun, would it?"

His face fell as he tried to wrap his mind around that and his bottom lip started to quiver again.

"But...I miss it."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears. I hated seeing him so upset and was relieved when he let me pull him into my lap.

"I'm sorry, baby," I cooed into his hair, rocking him gently as I rubbed his back. "Things have been kinda strange for you lately, haven't they?"

He wailed out a 'yeah' as he nodded his head and I held him tightly, waiting until his tears subsided to try and offer anymore comfort. Once the sobs turned to sniffles, I spoke again.

"Daddy shouldn't have told you that we'd be staying here forever because I don't know if we are," I assured him. "Daddy was just frustrated because you were hurting my feelings when you said that you wanted me to leave."

"I don't want you to go home..."

His words were quiet, weaker now that he'd shifted from angry to sad and I wasn't sure which made my heart ache more.

"I'm not going home," I promised. "But things have changed between Daddy and I, like he said. We love each other and we want us to be a family. You know, like how Stella, Miles and Ethan all live together with both their parents."

I wasn't explaining it well, but I hadn't had the time that I'd hoped for to plan a simple and informative way to tell him and I was winging it. It wasn't working apparently as I felt Grayson shake his head.

"No, thank you."

I leaned back a bit, using my sleeve to wipe his eyes as I looked down at him.

"Why don't you like that idea?" I asked, a bit surprised by his negative opinion on the matter.

"I miss just Daddy time!" He told me, his eyes still glassy with tears even though they'd stopped rolling down his cheeks. "And just you time!"

It made sense. He spent almost his entire life having nothing, but one on one time with us and now suddenly he had none. We thought he would enjoy the opportunity to be with us both together, but it wasn't unreasonable that he would also miss that quality time with us apart as well.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. We didn't realize you were missing that, but we can still do it," I suggested. "You can have some time where you just play with Daddy and some time when you just play with me if that would make you happy?"

I kissed the top of his head and reminded myself that we were doing our best and hadn't purposely caused any unnecessary stress to our child as I squeezed him close and he nodded his head.

"Yes, please,” Grayson sniffled out as there was a knock on the door and Chris poked his head in.

"Everything okay?" He asked. "I heard crying..."

"We're okay," I assured him as I patted the bed next to me. "You can come in."

Chris didn't miss a beat as he crossed the room and sat down next to me, the worry on his face making me feel bad for not letting him come up right away.

"Grayson was just telling me that he misses having time with us by himself," I explained. "He doesn't want it to be family time all the time."

"We can do that," Chris nodded. "You're the star of the show here, buddy. We want you to be happy, that's the most important thing."

Grayson looked at him suspiciously, but Chris continued before he could argue.

"I shouldn't have said that you have to move in here once all the germs go away," he assured him, flashing his eyes up to meet mine as if he was talking to me as much as he was Grayson. "You two can decide that when the time comes. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm not scared," Grayson frowned at him. "I don't care."

I chuckled at his insistence and gave him another squeeze.

"Well, you cared a minute ago," I reminded him. "But if we make some extra effort to have some one on one time, do you think you'd like to give it a try being a family? Because I do think that I would like to try it."

Grayson twisted his face into a slightly over the top, pensive look before he eventually nodded.

"Phew," Chris matched his dramatics as he wiped his brow. "Because I think your Ma is really pretty and it's really hard for me not to do this all the time..."

As soon as he finished speaking he leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss on my lips. I laughed against his mouth as Grayson's giggles surrounded us, followed by his shrieks of protest as he tried to pull our faces apart.

"Daddy!" He scolded Chris. "That's gross!"

Chris chuckled as he shook his head.

"You won't think kissing is gross one day."

"Yes, I will," Grayson shot him a cheeky smile. "I always will!"

Chris growled playfully as he pulled Grayson off my lap, dragging him back down onto the bed with him. His fingers were moving frantically as they tickled his sides and Grayson's giggles reached almost deafening levels.

Their laughter was contagious though and I couldn't hold back a giggle of my own as I watched them.

I was relieved that Grayson seemed to have come round to the idea of things changing. I assumed he didn't fully understand what we were talking about or what it truly meant, but the fact that the idea of change had stopped bringing forth floods of tears was rather reassuring.

I had hoped that keeping him in the dark for a while would give Chris and I some extra time - time that would give us the chance to back out without any unnecessary heartache - but seeing them together now, I realized that would be next to impossible.

Even if Grayson was unbothered by any dissolution between Chris and I, there was no going back for me. They were two of the most important people in my life and just the sight of them laughing and playing together was enough to have my heart close to bursting. I was invested and in over my head, but I was more determined than ever to make it work.

We deserved a chance at being a family and it was undeniable that there was more than enough love between the three of us to make it work with just a little bit of effort.

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[keanureevesisbae]

But professor… - epilogue

Summary: It's been a year and a half since their little baby was born. How are the two of them doing?

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Is it the end for Penny and Walter? Yes, omg i can't believe. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it. The story took a full 180 (especially because I intended this story to be much shorter lol), but I'm very satisfied nonetheless 🥰

Masterlist // But professor… masterlist // Previous chapter //

Declan has a plan and that is to go outside. I mean, it’s kinda fair, since he spend a lot of time inside today. Not that he complained. No, no, no, he was an absolute angel at the salon—like always—playing with his toys, while I was at work, but now he needs some fresh air after we had a quick snack at home.

This little man is definitely as head strong as his dad, however he isn’t as stubborn as Walter can be.

Declan attempts to throw a ball at me and I can see there is some definite improvement. Just like any kid at that age, he is distracted like that. ‘Momma, momma,’ he says, pointing to a truck that passes by. ‘Dada!’

‘Oh honey, that is not his truck,’ I say, crouching down next to him. ‘Dada is gonna become soon. In his other car. His work car.’

Declan points. ‘No dada?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Dada home?’

‘Almost,’ I say to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Declan stops playing altogether, staring at the road, waiting for Walter to come home. His mouth slightly agape, as he focused on every car that passes by.

Finally his car pulls up and I exclaim: ‘There he is!’ When Walter gets out of the car with a smile that is only this wide when he sees us, I let Declan go and watch him wobble over to his dad. With one hand he lifts the little boy up and presses kisses on his chubby cheek. ‘I missed you,’ Walter says, looking his son in the eye.

‘Dada miss, dada miss!’

He chuckles. ‘That’s right.’ He walks up to me and says: ‘There is my princess.’

‘Princess momma,’ Declan says.

‘Give me a kiss, sweetheart,’ he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I press a peck on his lips and melt against his frame.

‘It went splendid,’ I say. ‘I actually got to do someone’s hair for an important interview and afterwards, she came back to the salon and told me it went great!’

He smiles. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

After Declan was born, I stayed home for about six months, acclimatizing to being a mom and those sleepless nights. It was hard, I cried a lot and I was very scared. I think I hung on the phone with my mom about seventy percent of the time, while calling Walter the remaining thirty percent. I have adjusted pretty okayish, especially when Walter went to work, made sure I have nothing to worry about.

No stress, providing for the two of us as much as he can and Declan and I sure are lucky that Walter is the love of my life.

My parents helped me financially to go to cosmetology school, which was an absolute blast. It was around fifteen minutes from my place and Declan was always allowed to come with me.

He sure wrapped everyone around his fingers with no issue at all.

While Walter still is that grumpy detective he was when I met him outside of our house, he changes into a big fluffy ball, shaped like a human the second the front door closes. No matter how tired he was, how long his shift was, he pushes it aside to take care of his family.

We walk inside of our place and I tell him: ‘I made dinner.’

While I’m not a world class chef, I do manage to make some decent meals, especially because I wanted to make Declan’s baby food, since my mom raised me with that as well (though I was no saint and had jars as well stored in my kitchen, just in case).

‘Princess, I’m so lucky to have you,’ Walter says. Once we’re inside, he places Declan in the high chair and scoots his own chair closer to it, a silent message that he will help Declan eat today. ‘Okay, little fella,’ Walter says, ‘you gonna be a good boy and not spill the food over me?’

Declan nods. ‘Deccie, good boy.’

I give Walter a kiss, after placing his plate and Declan’s in front of him. ‘He has been such a good boy at the salon today, so it’ll go great, I’m sure.’

After I sit across Walter, he asks about my day. From the looks of it, he had a rough one. Thankfully enough happened at the salon today for me to talk about. While we’re still working on improving him sharing more details, but I kinda understand. With Declan repeating a lot of words recently, we get a little bit more careful with what we’re saying.

After Dinner, Walter and I curl up on the couch after Walter changed into something more comfortable. Declan places his head on my chest, his eyelids growing heavier before he stretches out his hand to place on Walter’s chest.

I nuzzle against Walter’s side.

‘He is so cute,’ Walter notes.

I smile. ‘He sure is. He has your curls.’

‘But your pout and eyes. How can I ever say no to this kid?’

I shake my head. ‘You can’t, honey. I tried it today and it was the hardest thing in my life.’

He starts to chuckle softly. ‘You got nothing to do tomorrow?’

‘No, why?’

‘Can you come down the precinct? I wanna show off the two of you.’

I smile. ‘Oh my goodness, you are so predictable. Of course, I can come by. Maybe I’ll even steal some of my mom’s cookies, tell them I baked them.’

He chuckles. ‘Oh, you shouldn’t be lying when at the police.’

Declan stretches himself and whines a little bit. ‘Momma,’ he says, looking up to see me.

‘Oh, I think someone is really tired,’ I say. ‘You wanna go to bed?’

He nods. ‘Deccie tired.’

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Here, sweetheart, I’ll do it. You relax, okay?’ Walter stands up and after I gave Declan a kiss, Walter lifts him up and carries the tired little one up the stairs.

I watch my big buff boyfriend walk back into the living room and he places the baby monitor in front of us, before he sits back on the couch. That monitor basically is glued to Walter’s hand as he always checks up on his boy. I thought I would be the parent that worries the most, however Walter puts me to shame.

The two of them are as thick as thieves and it makes me so grateful that we have a son together.

‘How was work today?’ I ask him.

He shrugs. ‘There was a dad who left his kids in the car,’ he says, ‘in the burning sun, before literally running away. Took us two hours before we found him.’

‘Oh no.’

‘Yeah, it was painful. The kids are gonna be okay, but… It reminds me that Declan is a really lucky kid.’

‘Do those kids have someone to go to?’

‘Yeah, an aunt,’ Walter says, rubbing his face. ‘Come here, princess.’

I wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on his lips. ‘I missed you.’

Walter smiles. ‘I missed you too. You have no idea how much it means to me to see you two in the yard, waiting for me. Especially after a shitty day like this one.’

‘You know you can always call me,’ I say. ‘Really, I always want to listen to you. You before anyone else, okay?’

He nods. ‘Have I already told you today that you are a very amazing mother and how lucky I am?’

I shake my head. ‘Nope, not today.’

He pulls me on his lap and gives me a peck on my forehead. ‘Just everything you do and say to him… It’s like you always know exactly what to do and you stay so patient and kind.’

‘Oh, Walter, that’s too sweet. I can guarantee: it’s all because you stayed—or at least pretended—to stay calm. Had you not done that, I would absolutely freaked out every time Declan had a funny breathing.’ I ruffle through his hairs and ask: ‘Have I been good to you as well?’

‘What kind of question is that? Of course you have. I’m so lucky that I have you and you and I have a family. There is no one else in the world I would rather have with me for important events.’ He places his hand on my sides, pushing up my shirt. ‘Give me a kiss, princess.’

I willingly oblige and press my lips on his. ‘I love you, Walter.’

‘Oh, I love you too. I want your honest opinion and really be honest, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I chuckle.

‘What do you say if you and I have another one?’

‘Another what?’

‘Kid.’

My eyes widen. ‘Really?’ I ask. He actually wants another kid with me? I mean, I always figured we would have more than one kid, but that would be in the future a little bit further away.

But already another one?

‘Yeah and I mean, if you’re not ready, then I totally understand and I won’t bring it up until you are ready, but I personally would love it.’ He smiles and adds: ‘I mean, two of the most beautiful babies running around here? Together with my beautiful girlfriend, who I’ll make my wife someday?’

I should not be squealing, yet I totally do. ‘Walter, honey,’ I say with a chuckle. ‘I’d love to have another baby with you.’

He starts to smile even wider. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. I’d love for Declan to have a few brothers and sisters.’

‘A few? How many you thinking about?’

‘I don’t know. How about three kids? Or four?’

He starts to laugh. ‘Then you and I better get some practice in with some baby making,’ he chuckles. ‘Because this time it’s not gonna be an accident.’

I slap him across his chest. ‘Walter, what did I say about that word?’

‘Oh, right right.’ He gives me a kiss and says: ‘Declan wasn’t an accident, he was our surprise baby. Forgot.’

I place my forehead against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. ‘Forever and ever, right?’

‘Forever and ever.’

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[migilini]

Could you please write one of those Tiktok "I tried to kiss my bestfriend / crush" challenge for either Charlie or Owen. Thanks!

Crushtok - Owen Patrick Joyner

A/N: Yes ofc I can! I never wrote for Owen so let me know what you think! I hope you like it :)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: tiktok and noise (so none really)

Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

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The sun poked through curtains and you swore that you had heard birds the day before but it was loud, uncomfortably so. All you heard was the clacking of metal and the rattling of the machinery that the construction in front of Owens Appartement made. All the unpleasant noises woke you up in the early morning. Grumbling, you tried to block out the noise with a pillow pressed against your face.

"That's not gonna work sleepy beauty" a lower voice croaked, catching you completely off guard so you let out a quiet shriek. "Oweenn why do you have to scare me badly in the morning?" You whined and took the pillow away from your face.

He sat on the other side of the couch, just underneath your feet and looked absolutely tired. His blonde hair was standing up in every possible direction, his normally piercing blue eyes trying their best to stay open. By the way, he was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips, you figured that you didn't look any better.

"Because it's 6 am on a Saturday morning and I didn't want to suffer alone. So lucky you for visiting me this week!" Owen exclaimed and hit your leg in a joking manner.

"I've got thrown out by my landlord. I'm not here on my own terms..." this earned you a shocked gasp from the boy sitting in front of you. "And there I was, thinking this friendship meant something to you." You just rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Do you want to come back to my bedroom? With some music playing it's much quieter than out here." Nodding tiredly, he held out a hand to help you stand up; you only noticed when you nuzzled into his bed that he didn't let go of your hand.

You woke up a couple of hours later, quiet pop music filled the darkroom and it was hot, your bare legs sticking to the duvet covers. You turned around and faced a back with broad shoulders that were just moments ago pressed against your back. Groaning, you stuck your legs out of the bed, the cold air cooling you down immediately. Owen stirred next to you and sat up slowly.

"Morning part 2." you chuckled and automatically pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Mornin" he mumbled back.

"You were right it's much quieter in your room."

You stood up, stretching your limbs, before heading back into the living room where all your stuff was stored, quite impractically but it was stored.

You heard a shower running, that gave you the perfect time to change from your big shirt and little pants sleep attire to a more comfortable day outfit. After rummaging through your boxes, that you packed in a freezy, you choose some brown cotton pants with a white body and to top it off your favourite purple cardigan that Owen gifted you one Christmas. With some extra time, you put on your glasses and started to search for a new place to stay.

"So what do you wanna do today? I have nothing going on so..." you stopped listening as Owen walked into the living room shirtless. He wore some blue sweatpants that hung quite low on his hips, his chest still sparkling from the water.

You would have probably started to drool if he wouldn't have worn his hair in a towel bun.

You let out a laugh that made him stop in his tracks.

"What?" he stared at you intensely.

"Oh, nothing princess... nothing. We uh... could look at some apartments for me and just go for a drive?"

"Am I that bad of a roommate?" he said and plopped down next to you on the couch his arm resting on the top comfortably.

"No but I would really appreciate a place to store my stuff properly." you continued to scroll through places to stay.

"This one looks good." he pointed out and put his finger on the screen, you hadn't realised that he rested his arm just above your shoulders so it took you off guard when you suddenly felt his arm on your neck.

"Mhmm, but you cant look at it today... This one though has a viewing in the late afternoon."

"Then that's our plan for today."

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"Y/N! Y/N!" Owen screamed loudly from the kitchen "Come here real quick."

With your phone still in one hand, you waddled over to your best friend. "What's the emergency?" you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do this TikTok with me." he pleaded and looked at you with a slight pout, shoving his phone in your face. Your eyes scanned the screen and then you scoffed, "First of all since when are you on lesbian TikTok? And secondly, that's a bit... explicit... don't you think?"

"W- Our lips don't have to touch! I don't have anybody else to do it with! Y/N Come On!" he yelled after your figure who left the kitchen with a shaking head and hot cheeks.

Your thought didn't stop racing for the rest of the day. Did Owen want to kiss you? Or was he just so comfortable with your friendship that he really didn't care? You hated that you were a cliche, falling in love with your childhood best friend. Growing up you were always the one rolling your eyes at your parents who thought that you and Owen would make just such a cute couple but here you were, sitting on his couch, your heart beating in your chest and extremely conscious of his presence.

Little did you know that Owen felt the exact same. Over the years and especially puberty, he started to develop feelings for you. At first, he tried to deny them, telling himself that it's just that he's used to you being around but then he left to pursue his acting career and he missed you more than everything in the world. Not a single day went by when he didn't think of you or tried to call you. Ever since then, he tried to be close to you in one way or the other, he didn't care if it was just his leg touching yours or your body heat warming him up.

Due to the fact that you were both anxious people, neither of you ever made a move. He missed your longing stares and you missed the way he was checking you out every time he looked at you.

His friends finally talked some confidence into him and so he took little steps into what should eventually lead to him confessing his love for you. He started to flirt more with you, give you loads of compliments and asked you if you wanted to do some TikTok or lives with him.

Tapping on your shoulder made you look up from your phone, the TikTok you've been watching looping on your screen. Owen stood next to you, his phone pointed to you, a mischievous smirk prominent on his face and whipped cream can in his other hand.

"No." you tried to be serious but a chuckle escaped your lips. Owen turned the camera to him and sprayed some cream into his mouth then stared at you with squinted eyes, the whipped cream flowing out of his mouth.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, your brain in overdrive, hands sweaty and heart beating rapidly. An idea washed over you and you tilted your head before leaning in close. Owen's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the cream. But you weren't gonna kiss him seconds before your lips would have met, you halted. Then you slowly took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and sprayed it all over his head.

"You didn't!" he gasped with a full mouth while you laid on the floor, holding your stomach in laughter. Something wet hit your face that stopped you from laughing further. Owen had a massive grin on his face, one hand dripping slightly and his hair, less creamy.

"Be cautious Joyner" you warned standing up on your tiptoes to be as close to him as possible, your pointer finger pressing into his chest "I know where your bed sleeps."

You tried to back out of the situation, knowing damn well that it can easily get out of hand with you two and a whipped cream match would make a lot of mess. But Owen being the child he is, didn't back out, instead, he ripped the can out of your hand and sprayed it down your back.

The war ended peacefully. The cans of whipped cream, yes you found more cans, laying somewhere in the living room both of you covered from head to toe, breathing heavily. Owen held his hands up in surrender and looked up to your position on the coffee table.

"Ha! I win! Told you I didn't want to do the TikTok." you smiled triumphantly. "I say loser cleans this up." before Owen could protest you sprinted to the shower. Lucky for you he actually started to clean up when you walked out of the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweats and one of Owens hoodie, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

"Hey Y/N?" Owen asked somehow nervously. "Yes darling?" you answered with a bad British accent.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Owen I'm not doing that TikTok with you, you just saw how that ended," you argued but made your way over to him. He stood in the middle of the room, his phone propped up on a shelf.

"You have something on your face." you chuckled and whipped away some dried leftovers from your previous war.

"Can you react to this song? I don't remember where I know it from" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behaviour just moments ago he was normal and now he acted very strangely.

"Sure." he pulled you in front of him, his hands resting on your shoulders.

'Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it'

“Sounds like BORNS…” you whispered more to yourself than to him and continued to listen to the song “Are you sure you just haven't…” you turned around to face him.

Owen took this as his opportunity to cup your face with both of his hands, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath hitched and it took you a second to realise what was happening. The confidence Owen had just moments ago vanished when you didn't kiss him back immediately. Why should you? You never gave a hint that you liked him like that as well.

Just as he was about to pull away and apologize profusely, you overcame your state of shock. Your arms grabbed his hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your whole body tingled and your cheeks felt hot.

He was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead on yours. Both breathing heavily, the filming camera was completely forgotten, you looked in each other's eyes.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” you admitted and unconsciously bit your lip. Owen gulped heavily, “Me too but, what the hell! I mean how crazy is that?!”

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[moxleysreigns]

Slumber Party

Characters : Becky Lynch / Seth Rollins / OFC

Summary : A girls night slumber party turned threesome

Warnings : Graphic sexual content, rough sex, threesome, cursing, mention of blood, daddy kink

Word Count : 3,978 ( I got a little carried away lmao)

Notes : I haven't wrote fanfic in years so bare with me on this. Partly inspired by Slumber Party by Ashnikko

You and Becky have always been close to put it lightly. Both of you met at NXT and went through the ranks together, eventually ending up on RAW. One drunken night back in NXT, you two hooked up, turning it into a regular occurrence from then on.

Neither of you told anyone until Becky’s current boyfriend, Seth came along. Seth could see the tension between you two, he finally worked up the courage to ask. Becky of course, spilled the secret immediately.

From then on Seth was always weird around you. It was more of a “you’ve hooked up with my girlfriend and that’s hot but, I’m too shy to ask for more details” way. Becky eventually told you.

After learning that information you quickly put it to use, teasing Seth anytime you could. You would never do anything to jeopardize your friendships with them or their relationship but nonetheless, it was fun to watch him squirm.

Since NXT, every Friday night was “girls night” for you and Becky. You would drink some wine, watch movies, and hang out together, eventually passing out. Seth always took those evenings to hang out with Dean and Roman. “Poker night with the boys.” is what he always said with a few 6-packs in hand.

This Friday was the same. You pulled up to Becky and Seth’s house, walking up the stairs fixing your leggings on the way. You stopped at the door with a knock and immediately, Becky pulled you into a hug. “Woah Becks, watch the shoulder, you got me good sparring today.” You said, with a wince. Becky pulled back smiling.

“My bad Y/N, I guess I got a little carried away.” she responded with a laugh. “I still have to finish getting ready, I'll be out in a minute.” She ushered you into the living room and you sat down next to Seth.

“What are you still doing here Seth, did Roman & Dean cancel on ya?” You asked. He sent you an angry look followed by some type of complaining under his breath you couldn't make out before averting his attention back to the football game on the tv.

“I’ll take that as a yes."

Becky came out of the bedroom in a pair of black leggings and your merch that she had turned into a crop top. “Damn, babe, you look good.” Seth said looking up from his game.

“You know I have to agree, my name looks real good across your chest.” You added on with a wink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Seth shift on the couch and you couldn’t help but giggle. You stood up, strolling over to Becky grabbing her by the hand.

“Well, since Sethie here got cancelled on we can go have a girls night at my place. You are my girlfriend for the night anyways, I want your undivided attention!” You said planting a kiss onto Becky’s cheek making her blush. Seth sighed into the couch “And here I thought I could crash girls night this time.”

“Absolutely not. Becky replied

“This is the one night I get away from you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how adamant she was about it.

“Shut it Y/N don’t make me power bomb you through the kitchen table.” Seth responded as he pouted.

After listening to Seth and Becky bicker back and forth for a few minutes she grabbed your hand. “Let’s go Y/N.” Becky said, pulling you towards the door. Seth sat up grumbling how it wasn’t fair that you were stealing his girlfriend for the night.

You looked at Becky with a smirk and she dropped your hand knowing what you were about to do. You walked over to Seth who was now standing, grabbing him by back of his neck and whispering in his ear “Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house, I give your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Becky laughed as Seth’s eye went wide at your words. You leaned back smiling giving Seth a wink as you grabbed Becky’s hand and walked out the door.

“What did you say to him? He looked like he saw a ghost!” Becky asked walking down the stairs.

“Just something to get him to shut up.” You replied getting into the car.

“Now let’s go get some wine.” Becky's eyes lit up at your words and you were off.

Seth stood in shock at your words watching you two walk out the house laughing. After a few minutes he sat down trying to get back into his football game.

He had to admit, he always thought you were attractive and the thought of you and Becky sleeping together was incredibly hot. He knew you liked to tease him about it but he couldn’t get his mind off of what you said.

It had been about 30 minutes when Seth finally decided to do something about it, grabbing his keys and sprinting off to his car on the way to your apartment.

Becky and you were laying in your bed, halfway through your bottle of wine watching “The Notebook” when Becky got a facetime.

“Who is it?” You asked finishing the last of the wine in your glass. Becky rolled her eyes and showed you the phone with the name “Sethie Poo” on the screen.

“SETHIE POO?!” You yelled

“That has to be the worst nickname I have ever heard.” You said grabbing the phone from her and answering it.

“What do you want Sethie poo?” You asked, still laughing. Seth's eyes widened at the nickname before asking what you two were doing.

“We’re drinking wine and watching movies, like we always do.” You responded.

“Well I'm coming to join you.” he replied quickly.

“It’s an all girl party.”

“Clothing optional.” Becky added which sent you into a fit of laughter.

She had never really joined in on the teasing you did to Seth. You saw Seth’s cheeks go red before he quickly hung up the phone. Throwing Becky’s cell back to her.

“Well that got rid of him.” She looked at you laughing. Everything was going great until you heard a knock 5 minutes later.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You both said in unison.

Seth was standing at your door with his hands in his pockets. You opened the door to see him swaying back and forth.

“You owe me $10!” you yelled back to Becky in the bedroom hearing her giggling.

“Yes Mr. Rollins, how can I help you, I’m kinda busy with OUR girlfriend.” You said with your hands on your hips making sure to emphasize the our.

"I got lonely at the house by myself. I brought a present, though.” he responded gesturing down to the bottles of wine sitting at his feet.

“You know the way to a girl's heart.” you replied, moving out of the way to let him inside.

“Put one of the bottles in the fridge, grab a glass and meet us in the bedroom.” you yelled to him walking back into the bedroom sitting next to Becky. Seth came in a few minutes later telling you to scoot over. He sat on the bed getting comfortable, uncorking the wine and filling everyone’s glasses.

“So what are we watching? The Notebook really?” Seth said trying to grab the remote from in between you and Becky.

“Uh-huh, no way! You came and crashed our girls night, you get to watch what we want.” Becky said swatting his hand away from the remote.

Seth grabbed his hand dramatically spouting off about how he couldn’t believe his loving girlfriend would hit him and how hurt his heart now is. You rolled your eyes.

“Both of you shut up and watch the movie.” You responded nudging them both.

By the time the end credits were rolling the three of you had gone through 2 1/2 bottles of wine. Becky was curled into your side asleep as you played with her hair. Seth sat up seeing Becky cuddling you got on his nerves, he sighed.

”You know, you could wait until I leave to get all cuddly with MY girlfriend. He spat a little angrier than he intended it to be. You sighed sitting up as Becky shifted with you.

“You came in, crashed our girls night, and then get upset when Becky cuddles into me. Need I remind you she was my girlfriend first?” You retorted smirking.

Seth leaned into your ear and your breathing hitched. “You may have been her girlfriend first, but who gets to fuck her every night Y/N?”

He leaned over, pleased with the look on your face, grabbing the remote and turning on a different movie. “You may fuck her every night Seth, but I bet you I eat her better than you ever could.”

You saw the look of anger in Seth's eyes knowing you pushed the right button to get under his skin. "Why don’t you wake her up and ask her, I would love to hear her response.”

Before you could say anything Becky sat up rubbing her eyes. “If you two don’t stop arguing about me I’m gonna just have to fuck you both.” Both yours and Seth’s eyes went wide at the statement.

"I- uh what babe?” Seth responded after a few seconds. You were so dumbfounded you couldn't even think of a response. Becky scooted in between you two quickly.

"I said, if you two don't start arguing about me I'm gonna have to fuck you both." Beck retorted as she leaned in to kiss Seth.

"Alright Becks, I love you but you're drunk right now. Let's call it a night okay? I can call you guys an uber." You responded reaching for your phone. Becky quickly swatted it out of your hand.

"Y/N, you're telling me you haven't thought about fucking me again? it has been a while you know." Becky said, pulling you into a kiss. You had to admit that you did miss sleeping with her, you thought about it often in all honesty.

You didn't even have time to respond before she was pulling on your shirt begging you to take it off. Seth watched in amazement as you broke the kiss and quickly discarded it, realizing you weren't wearing a bra underneath.

Becky pulled Seth into her grabbing his hand and putting it onto your breast. You gasped into Becky's mouth at the sudden contact. Seth tweaked on your hard nipple while Becky trailed her hand down your stomach and into your black leggings. Slipping a finger in between your already dripping folds you bucked your hips quickly begging to be touched by her like old times.

“Please Becks.” were the only words you could muster as she took your leggings and underwear off. Leaving yourself completely vulnerable in front of your two best friends.

Becky leaned back pulling Seth into a kiss as she smacked the inside of your right thigh. You yelped in response, Becky taking that as a sign to go forward. She quickly used her finger dipping into your dripping core and curling to find your g-spot. Your back arched as you watch Becky and Seth in a heated make out session.

Seth broke the kiss looking at you a writhing mess just from one finger of his girlfriend. Seth took his thumb putting pressure, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You quickly felt your orgasm building. The bundle of fire in your stomach begging to be let go.

“Seth- Becks- please I’m gonna...” was all you could say before you were cumming hard, screaming both of their names. It took you a second to catch your breath. You looked up to see Seth sucking on Becky’s fingers. He pulled you into a kiss letting you taste yourself.

"You two have too much clothes on." you said realizing you were completely naked in front of your two very clothed friends. Becky and Seth laughed immediately ripping off their clothes.

Once they were both completely underdressed you got up, pushing Seth onto his back. You pulled Becky into a kiss, your hands traveling down her body.

You have always been mesmerized by Becky's body, every curve, every freckle, the way she moved underneath you. She has, and will always be your favorite addiction.

"I've missed you so much!" you said as she pulled away from the kiss

"I've missed you even more baby girl." You were both so enthralled by each other you completely forgot Seth was laying underneath you two watching with lust in his eyes.

Both of your attention quickly turned to Seth. The whine he let out as you stroked his hard cock was like music to your ears. Slowly stroking his dick as Becky sucked on his balls sent him into a frenzy, he was writhing underneath you both begging to be touched.

"Please , blow me Y/N, please baby I need it so bad".

Feeling like he had begged enough you quickly took him into your mouth, relaxing your throat letting him hit the back of it. You deep throated his cock, giving his balls little kitten licks as you bobbed your head up and down. Becky pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as she praised you for how well you're sucking her man's cock.

"You look so pretty taking his dick baby girl, show him how good that tongue is"

You moaned around Seth making his hips buck. Becky quickly pushed his hips back down before bending down to kiss him. Your hand reached up to smack her ass and she moaned into Seth's mouth. She pulled you off of her boyfriend with a POP and devoured you into a kiss begging to taste her man on your tongue.

While Becky was distracted by your kiss you slipped a finger in between her folds teasing her. Her hips moved with your hand, her sensitive nub begging to be touched.

"Please baby girl, please touch me. Don't make me beg." You pushed Becky down onto the bed, her back hitting the spot right next to Seth. Kissing her again, you trailed your hands up her body, feeling her shiver just from this small touch.

Moving to the nape of her neck you placed small hickeys there marking her as your own. Seth took this time to move to the other side of her, leaving identical marks on the opposite side of Becky's neck. The two of you were fighting for dominance over her. Becky loving every second of it. The thought of her boyfriend and ex-lover fighting over who got to touch her made her melt.

Seth quickly moved down Becky's body, leaving open mouth kisses on every part of her skin. He found her breasts taking one into his mouth while you took the other. Becky was so close to her orgasm already, thrashing in the bed as you both sucked on her perky nipples. Leaving more hickeys on her chest, down her stomach. Nipping at the skin on her hips as Seth got in between her legs.

Peppering small kisses on Becky's thighs, Seth knew all the right buttons to push on Becky, slowly pushing her over the edge to beg for what she needed most. Seth licked a long stripe up Becky's core stopping to suck on her clit gently.

"Please daddy, please give me what i need. Eat me out baby please" Becky gasped out begging enough to make Seth smirk. In seconds, he was devouring Becky, one finger inserting into her dripping cunt, curling slightly to find the spot that would make her scream.

You watched closely as Seth ate Becky out, playing with yourself letting small moans out as your finger dipped into your pussy, teasing yourself. Becky pulled you up above her head. Getting the hint quickly you sat on Becky's face. Nibbling onto your clit gently sending chills down your spine as you rode her tongue gracefully. The sounds of moans and faint curses filling the room quickly.

You looked down to see Seth lining himself up with Becky's entrance. You bent over to lick on her clit as he pushed in slowly, hissing at how tight she was. Seth pulled you up by your hair, kissing you hungrily.

"You're gonna watch me fuck your girl, once she cums all over my dick you're gonna lick it up. Do you understand me?" Seth asked you as he yanked your head back by your hair, biting into your neck hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes Seth, I understand" As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you back into a kiss, both of you moaning into it.

Seth grabbed your neck choking you, "You call me Daddy in bed baby girl." He said as he let you go, watching you gasp to fill your lungs with air.

Becky was still having her way with your dripping cunt as you ground against her mouth begging for more contact. Becky stuck her tongue out, letting you ride her face as you pleased. You quickened your pace, knowing you were about to cum all over her mouth. She quickly stuck two fingers into you, immediately finding your g spot. Thinking you couldn't be stimulated anymore was a mistake, you felt Seth taking your right nipple into his mouth sucking hard and biting gently.

Soon enough you were in the clouds, your orgasm washing over you as you fell forward onto Becky's body. Your body spasming as she continued to lick your core, helping you ride through your orgasm.

Seth pulled you off of Becky's face flipping the two of them over. Becky pulled you into her as she bounced on Seth's cock. Twisting her nipples gently sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. With one hand still working her nipples, the other dancing down her body finding her clit rubbing harsh circles. Becky was a mess in front of you, clawing at Seth's chest which made him whine, bucking his hips into her. With each thrust Seth was hitting her g-spot. It didn't take long before Becky was seeing stars.

She began grinding down on Seth as she rode out her orgasm. Her head lulled back onto your shoulders as she came down from her high. Kissing you softly, cupping your face with both hands. Grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking he whispered in your ear.

"You remember what daddy said right? Get down there and suck the cum off of his cock." Biting at your earlobe sending chills throughout your body.

Your hair was yanked into a makeshift ponytail again as you lowered your mouth onto Seth's throbbing cock. Swirling your tongue around his tip before taking all of him into your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks you sucked hard, cleaning all of Becky's cum off of Seth's dick. Seth bucked his hips into your face as you went down farther. As soon as he felt you relax your throat his hands overtook the ponytail Becky had your hair in. He used your hair to help guide you, bobbing your head quickly. Sliding your tongue over his head every time you came up.

Seth finally pulled you off of him, your eyes watering and spit soaking your lips connecting to the tip of his dick. You hadn't realized Becky was behind you until you felt a smack on your ass. Arching your back into the slap you felt another come down on the other cheek.

"You look so pretty gagging on his dick, do you know that Y/N?" Becky asked, sliding a finger over your cunt. You whined in response. Plunging two fingers into you quickly Becky felt you squeeze around her.

"You're close already aren't you baby, I can feel you clenching around me. Can you take another finger? I know you can. Breathe for me baby girl." All you could do was nod quickly, pushing back onto Becky's fingers, your body practically begging for more.

Taking Seth's dick back into your mouth you bobbed your head furiously. A hand coming up to play with his balls almost sending him over the edge.

"You better stop, before I cum in the pretty little mouth of yours." Seth growled, "I wanna fuck that tight pussy before I do" Yanking your head back again biting at your chin leaving a mark that will definitely be seen in the morning.

"Hands and knees now." Becky whispered as she pulled her fingers out of your pussy. You obeyed getting on your knees with your stomach against the bed. You wiggled your butt hearing both Becky and Seth groan at the sight.

Seth thrusted hard into you, giving no time to adjust as you screamed in pleasure. Your eyes tearing up from all the stimulation of the night. Feeling the bed dip behind you, you realized Becky was now underneath your body. Sucking on Seth's balls as he fucked into you. You could feel Becky's mouth inching up to your clit reaching down and pulling on her hair.

Becky smirked as she was kissing your thigh. "Be patient baby girl, or I'll make Daddy stop and you won't cum again."

"I'll be good I promise just please, please eat me while Daddy fucks me." Both Becky and Seth growled at your words. Seth's speed picking up as Becky worked her tongue on your clit. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't see straight. Pleasure was completely taking over your body. Burying your face into the mattress to stifle your screams.

"Don't you fucking dare keep quiet baby." Seth practically yelled as he smacked your ass. "I wanna hear how good you're feeling right now." Seth pulled you up to his chest, making you look down as you watched Becky eat you out.

You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, your orgasm was coming any second. "Please, Please I'm gonna cum!" You said in between moans. Your body tensing up as you were pushed back onto the bed.

"Cum on this dick now!" Seth said as his hand came down on your ass, instantly sending you over the edge. Everything went black as your third orgasm of the night completely took over your senses. A string of moans and curses falling from your lips.

After coming back you realize Seth's thrusts are getting sloppy. He's so close to cumming, your orgasm almost sending him over the edge. His thrusts becoming faster, harder, his cock begging to release.

"Both of you on your knees now." Seth barked the order at both of you before pulling out of your sensitive core. You and Becky were on your knees as quick as possible, tongues out waiting for Seth's seed to release into your mouths.

You took his dick into your hand, pumping fast as a string of profanities left Seth's lips. His hips thrusting into your hand. Seth's cock was throbbing.

Spurts of cum were going into both yours and Becky's mouth. Both of you holding him up, his orgasm taking everything out of him. Becky and you swallowed at the same time as Seth sat down on the bed kissing Becky and then you.

Falling onto the bed you feel Becky curl into you, her hand resting on your hip as she nuzzled into your neck. Seth spooned into the back of her. All of your bodies molding together like they were made for each other.

As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Seth chuckle. "I might crash girls night more often." He said kissing Becky on the head and reaching to take your hand. Kissing his knuckles and smiling. "I think I'd like that, what about you Becks?"

The only response you got from Becky was soft snoring. Both you and Seth looked at her and giggled before drifting off to sleep yourselves.

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Omg poly OT23 ofc no sexual stuff for jisung or chenle,but like imagine poly ot23 just babying y/n oml🥺

I love the idea of this sm, I’m sorry it took so long to write it. ♥ I’m going to break it down to days of the week and how they’re typically spent with the boys. I'll make it a multipart series.

 Monday

Mondays were the days you woke up in the Dream Dorms. Often you found yourself in bed with Jaemin, his arms wrapped around you as he scrolled through a food delivery service. “Good morning” you mumbled and cuddled deeper into his side. “Good Morning love, what are you feeling for food?” He asked and rubbed your shoulder. You groaned for a bit before telling him your preference. Jaemin nodded and ordered food for the entire dorm. The both of you shared the dreams you had and discussed them until there was a knock on the door. “You guys up yet?” Renjun asked cautiously cracking open the door. Once he sees the both of you laying in bed with your eyes open, he smiles and properly greets you. The younger of the two informs the elder that food is being delivered. Junnie acknowledges him and tells you both that Chenle arrived. Quickly the two of you get out of bed and throw on a T-shirt to greet your other boyfriend. Once the two of you make it to the living room, Renjun has his arm around Chenle, and Jeno is cuddled against Jisung. "Good morning my loves! " You say rushing to sit on Chenle's lap and hold him close. He chuckles and the 3 males you haven't yet spoken to bid you a good morning. Jaemin went to cuddle with Jeno and Jisung. To your luck, Chenle brought Daegal, who also clung to you. As everyone talked and discussed their plans, the food arrived. You thanked the delivery man and sat next to your youngest boyfriend. "So yeah Y/N, We're going to go to the park then grabbing some food. Wanna come?" Jeno asked putting his hand on your knee. "Of course." You agreed, ruffling his hair. Once everyone finished eating, you and Renjun went into the kitchen to wash the dishes remaining. He washed, you dried. After all of the dishes were finished, Renjun loved giving you kisses all over and little praises to make your day just a little better. Jisung walks in and gags a bit at how you two can be like this any and everywhere. You rolled your eyes at the tall boy and go back into Jaemin's room to find some cute clothes to wear. After preparing for your 3-way date, you meet the boys in the living room again. "Since you won't give me the love out there, can I get my hugs and smooches in here?" You ask looking at Jisung. He nervously chuckled and nodded. Your arms wrap around him tightly and he kisses your forehead. He leans down a bit for you to kiss his cheek and nose and then you break the hug. Jeno pouted a bit before mumbling about not getting his affection. "Well you'll love me in public but Sungie is a bit shyer." The pout still stood on Jenos face. You went over to Jeno and kissed him, held his hand and the three of you went to the park. At the Park, Jisung rode a skateboard while eating his ice cream, and you and Jeno followed him by walking while still holding hands. After a few hours of the three of you being active, you all sat on the bench, and you cuddled against Jeno. He scrolled through the NCT/WayV group texts, which contained lots of memes, plans, and scheduling. You looked at the texts with him, then looked over at Jisung. The mentioned boy was thoroughly enjoying the scenery around him. With the people busy, the wind blowing against the trees and your skin, and quiet nature sounds, he truly felt at peace. Being here with people he loved just made it all the better. You reached out a hand to put on his and he looked at you and smiled. Before you knew it, Jeno's phone rang and it was Haechan asking when you 3 will be home. A brief discussion happened that ended on agreeing to go back at that time. On the way back, you held Jisung's hand in the car and told both of your boyfriends how much you appreciated the time together and that you loved them. They smiled and reassured you that the love was reciprocated. As soon as you got to their dorm, Mark and Haechan were sitting on the couch while bickering. It wasn't over anything serious, just a little teasing. "Hey, big head!" You mess with Haechan. He turns to you and throws a pillow at you. "Your head is way bigger than mine," Channie stated. "Whatever," You joked and

messed up his hair, now sitting between him and Mark. The boys talked to each other about upcoming scheduling to make sure everyone was prepared and aware. Mark rubbed his hand against your arm to warm you a bit. "The boys at the 127 dorms are excited to see you." He says loud enough for you only to hear. "Really?" You responded happily. Lately, 127 have had promotions which just finished. The promotions made it a bit harder for you to spend as much time as you'd like but never impossible. Mark nodded and checked his phone. "Our ride is here, you two ready?" You and Haechan nod and say your goodbyes to the Dreamies. The car ride to the 127 dorms was comforting, Mark flirted with both you and Haechan which made you blush. Once you arrived at the dorms, everyone actually still was quite busy. Jaehyun, Johnny, and Jungwoo all went to the gym, Doyoung, Taeyong, and Yuta all went to grab a bite of food and maybe even a drink, and Taeil went straight to sleep after returning home. Leaving you, Mark, and Haechan to your own. The younger of the two played on his switch as you cuddled against him in Mark's bed. Mark played his guitar while writing a new rap for his upcoming mixtape/solo release. Slowly you began falling asleep but when Haechan failed something in his game, you woke up a bit. You checked your phone to see that the boys who went to the gym had returned and began to get up. "I think I'm gonna sleep in Jae and Jungwoo's room tonight." The two youngest members nodded. "Alright, I think I'll go back to my room too. Johnny gives the best cuddles." Haechan said and looked at Mark. "Wait but you told me I did this morning." The 99 liner said a bit upset. "Did I? Well it's Johnny, he's like a big teddy bear an-" The older of the two could now see that the younger was messing with him and threw a stuffed animal at him before they began bickering again. You chuckled a bit to yourself before heading to Woo and Jae's room. When you open the door, you're surprised to find Jaehyun alone in bed. Judging by the fresh smell, headband, and him being in sweatpants only, you concluded that he just got out of the shower not too long ago. "Hey babe," He greeted you with a smile. "Hey, where's Woo?" You asked getting in bed with him. He wrapped his arm around you and put his face into your neck. "He decided to join Johnny for a bit." A hum of acknowledgment left your mouth as you got comfortable. Both of you drifted into a sleep while talking about your days.

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