#wrecker daddy at it again

[essenteez]

We all thought THE thought.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #sw tbb #star wars tbb #tbb s2 #the bad batch season 2 #the not so innocent bad batch #the not so family-friendly bad batch #we're all have issues #wrecker daddy at it again

[jj-one]

𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫, 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 🎬 ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

PT. 1 / please read part 1 before continuing, this won’t make sense as a stand alone !

The model life has never crossed your mind but the moment Jungkook laid his eyes on you he knew you were perfect. He was willing to go great lengths to get you on board, even developing a connection with you that could ultimately lead to one of you getting hurt.

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ modeling scout!jungkook ˒˓ model!f!reader ˒˓ strangers to enemies to lovers, jk is in his early 30's and reader is early 20's genre/tags. angst, (some) fluff, a lot of smut, cheating, mentions of past trauma, small mentions of alcohol and drug usage, mentions of y/n crying, themes of anxiety and depictions of panic attacks, oral (m & f receiving), katoptronophilia, daddy kink, public sex, you give jk road head lol, piv, unprotected sex (we should know by now that this is wrong!), left y’all with a bad cliffhanger yet again lmao i can’t help it words. 14.6k

A blank stare is met with you from your confrontation. The man who you thought you knew, was now standing over you with the most dumbfounded look.

“Wh— what do you mean, y/n?” Jungkook asks, arching his brows in confusion, you wished it was easier for you to handle this.

As much as you envisioned yourself doing so, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to face the man in front of you. Your flight or fight instincts were starting to kick you into flight mode since you didn’t have much fight left within you. What’s the point anymore? It was only going to end in disaster anyway, as most do your attempts at finding happiness do.

“I really think you should just leave now Jungkook…” your voice trails off as you look at the ground, unable to bear him a clear answer to your sudden awkward behavior. That voicemail of his wife kept replaying in your head, you wanted to breakdown and cry, the woman sounded so sweet and was probably such a good wife to him. Though, you don’t know for certain what goes on behind the scenes, she seemed like a nice person, it just made you feel more shameful. You felt awful for possibly being a home-wrecker now, and it’s only making you want him out of your sight even more.

“But what do you mean by the truth? Talk to me y/n, I would never lie to you I-”

You cut him off instantly, snapping at him for the last line, which was obviously another blatant lie. “Please get the fuck out and just let me process this or it’s going to get really ugly!”

You didn’t mean to growl at him like that at the end, turning more hostile by the second, but you were practically at your wits end with him right now. The constant lying was just too much, you don’t even know what the truth is anymore.

“I’ll go, but can you at least just tell me what I did wrong this time? I’m so confused by you y/n, why are you always like this?” He was so clueless and unfazed of the fact that you didn’t even know his biggest secret, it made you want to scream at him more.

“Why am I like this? Why are you like this?! Do you not foster a guilty conscience at all? You should feel sick for cheating on your wife!” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, there’s no going back from this and now he’s forced to come clean.

Once finally addressing the elephant in the room the air was filled with complete, utter silence. His more collected and calm demeanor instantly shifts from before, pausing for a moment and breaks his steady eye contact with you. You knew immediately once you drop that information he wouldn’t be able to face you with such confidence.

“How…did you…even figure that out?” The look on his face was priceless as his dirty laundry has been finally aired out. His mouth wide open with shock, his body tensed up from the panic settling in, already knowing how bad this situation could ensue.

“You shouldn't leave your phone lying around, idiot.” You point to his phone that’s still on the ground, “maybe take it in the shower with you next time, you cheating liar!”

“W-wait back up, you went through my phone? That’s not cool y/n!” Jungkook’s face was beet red from embarrassment and now yours was too. You both got called out for doing bad things but his ‘bad thing’ is much more extreme and serious than yours will ever be.

“She called you like eight fucking times, I thought it could’ve been one of your clients or something!”

Jungkook kept pacing around your room still in disbelief of it all, the only word he could muster up was a simple “wow…” His silence was saying a lot right now and from the looks of it he wasn’t going to give you much further explanation. Even so, it wouldn’t be enough for you to forgive him, he’s not only hurt you but his innocent wife, that’s unforgivable in your eyes.

“I want you out of my apartment now!” Raising your voice several more octaves, you open your bedroom door to let him freely walk out but he tries one last time in attempt to plead with you.

“Please, y/n I can explain if you let me..”

“What the fuck is there to explain?” You scoff, annoyed by his efforts, “the explanation is already right there!”

“I’m going to be fully honest with you now, okay? I’ve been with my wife for 3 and a half years and it’s probably been the worst mistake of my life. My parents basically forced me into this marriage to begin with. I didn’t have much of a choice, I never loved her— I don’t even know why I ended up stayed for this long. I’m trying to get a divorce soon, i’m filing the papers next week and we’re technically already separated as I’ve told her many, many times how this isn’t going to work. At this point it’s strictly for appearances that we’re still “together” …she’s an actress so I need to make sure I don’t ruin her public image with a messy divorce or any bad scandals.” He finishes his explanation and you were now even taken more aback by everything.

How come just didn’t say any of this beforehand? It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble than just waiting for you to find out, because even the sneakiest people have to face their consequences eventually. You don’t know the whole gravity of the situation nor how much say he had in this marriage but him talking so casually about divorcing his wife wasn’t sitting right with you. You didn’t fully understand everything but one thing you knew for sure was that he’s the world’s biggest liar. From the moment you met Jungkook he has been doing nothing but lying and keeping this giant secret from you. It didn’t matter how complex it was, the fact that he couldn’t just be up front about his relationship status made you more angry, made you feel more stupid for falling for him. You were definitely not someone with the highest moral compass and you probably wouldn’t have judged him had he have been honest, maybe you’d save yourself the pain and not have slept him— but now that more feelings are involved, you feel trapped.

“You truly disgust me, that’s really all I have left to say.” Once again attempting to kick the man out of your apartment but he begs you to hear him out, holding the door in place to eventually shut it closed behind him.

“Look, I know how bad this sounds and you have every right to be angry with me y/n, but everything’s just so…complicated right now..” He reluctantly continues, “I do regret you had to find out this way, but as I said before I don’t love her anymore— if I ever did honestly. I’d just like to move on… possibly with you once everything gets finalized.”

You’re unsure to believe if Jungkook really does have genuine feelings for you or if you’re just another one of his many pawns. If he was capable of lying to you for so long then pretty much anything else was on the table.

“Jungkook, do you not realize how shitty I feel for doing all of this? This was all practically my fault, if I didn’t invite you over this would’ve never happened and I—”

“Absolutely none of this is your fault y/n? All the blame is on me, you don’t owe her any loyalty. I’m the one who made the decision at the end of the day. I’m sorry for not telling you, I just didn’t know how to bring it up…which is why I kept denying my feelings to deter you from even trying to pursue me, I really tried to keep it strictly business but you were making it so hard for me to resist.”

It all made sense to you now. Those moments he’d act like a complete jerk to you for no reason, those were the times he wanted you the most. It’s crazy to think that his plan would actually end up having the opposite effect on you, but you do tend to gravitate towards toxic behaviors because that’s all you knew for most of your life.

“Is this what you were so scared of?” You ask, finally mustering up the courage to face him once again, “I’m an understanding person, I wouldn’t have judged if you told me... I just don’t appreciate you lying to me, please promise to never do that again.”

Jungkook takes both your hands in the palms of his, slowly parting his lips to speak, “I won’t lie to you again y/n, I promise. You have my every word on that.” He solemnly swears, you really wanted to believe what he was saying but you felt indifferent. There was still a heavy, cinder block weight on your shoulders.

“Also…we kinda have a shoot in less than 5 hours and we really need to get going soon.” Jungkook changes the subject to work now, you almost completely forgot that this man was still your modeling agent and boss.

“Fuck.. I really have to do a shoot today?!” You were definitely not in the mood to see or interact with anyone. You wanted to keep talking to Jungkook about where you both stand, the more clarity you get the better, but work is starting to interfere with this now.

Simply sighing and nodding your head to his pleas for you to go through with this shoot, you grab a few things quickly to leave your apartment with him.

A raging headache was beginning to induce your brain. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how bright these vanity lights on the mirror are. To keep you somewhat relaxed you close your eyes while the person styling your hair puts tiny strands in neat sections. Your mind kept racing and all you could think about was your earlier confrontation with Jungkook. You haven’t seen him since you got here, your phone was dead because your idiotic self forgot to charge it last night and now had no one to talk to. Everything about this situation was eating you up from the inside and it was becoming even harder to act completely normal.

When your hair was done a new stylist came in to do your makeup, they brought a huge makeup kit and started with your brows. This was your life now, sitting in a chair like an achromatic robot for hours on end getting the most tedious things done after the next. You weren’t the best at sitting still for long periods of time and this job consisted of mostly that/being on your feet all day, it was tiring but you had to remain focused.

Jungkook was now making you take classes to perfect your model walk since he wants you to partake in this fashion show for his new campaign. He wants you to be the opening for the show but you were really nervous about that idea, you don’t like all the attention drawn on you. You’ve never pictured yourself being on a stage in front of loads of people, let alone the most important fashion moguls in the industry— it was never your vision but Jungkook had other plans for you.

He would always say how someone as beautiful as you deserved to be seen on billboards, front covers of magazines, and so much more. He actually believed in you, more than anyone else did in your entire life and that’s why you continued to stay with him. He knows exactly how to make you feel adored, like you’re the only person in the whole world.

When the makeup artist was finally finished with your look, another person came in. This time however, it was your new favorite person from work to see you now. It was see your personal stylist Yeonjun who came walking through the door, meeting you with open arms to give him a big hug. You were glad to finally see one of your work friends since you didn’t have very many, you mostly talked to Yeonjun or Jungkook if you needed something. Yeonjun had bright pink hair now and it surprisingly suited him really well, you complimented his new look and he flashed you the sweetest smile.

“Thanks my dear, how’ve you been y/n?” He cheerfully asks, taking a few garments off some racks and setting them aside.

“I’ve been alright…I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You admit, hoping he’d take the bait by asking you what’s wrong.

To no surprise, he follows up your response with “what’s on your mind hun?” And gives you his full undivided attention.

It wouldn’t take long for you to spill everything, you had to at least tell someone else to get an outside perspective. The tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks as you finished your story, quickly wiping them away so you don’t ruin the stylist’s hard work on your makeup, waiting for Yeonjun to react. You look up at his face and he looked in complete shock since he probably wasn’t expecting to hear this at all.

“Well this is messy as hell, I mean— you haven’t even been a model for 2 weeks and you’re already sleeping with your boss? No wonder he doesn’t let anyone around you!” He playfully jokes, “but in all seriousness, this is kind of insane. I personally wouldn’t know what to do if I was in your position…”

You appreciated his honesty. You know your situation wasn’t quite easy and the more entangled you got, the more messy it becomes. You have your own selfish reasons for wanting to stay with Jungkook too. You wanted to see how far this modeling career could actually take you, thinking about your life before and after you met Jungkook. Before him, you were working at a convenience store, living off below minimum wage, and close to getting evicted with no place to go but after you met him all of those things seemingly went away in an instant. The only downside of this situation was that the man you were slowly falling in love with was married and had a family. That’s the part you can’t ignore and it crushed you deep inside, but the outweighing factors were starting to make you want to turn a blind eye.

“We can talk more about this later y/n, but we really have to get you in these clothes so that you make it in time on set, plus I’m not trying to get yelled at.” Yeonjun politely expressed, he knows how much you’re not feeling up to all this but his motivating attitude helps you get through it.

You huff, “okay, fine.”

The dress you were wearing was a size way too small for you, it was digging so deep into your rib cage you felt like you were going to faint at any moment. The dress was insanely beautiful but it made you barely even able to sit down properly. The mini dress you had on was a dark red, velvet material, it was striped with floral accents, ruffles lined the hem and the sleeves were puffy with lettuce trim. You wore black see-through stockings with knee high 5-inch stiletto boots and the pain shooting from the back of your feet was excruciating. Though the outfit was absolutely stunning you were beyond uncomfortable, you had no idea how you were going to walk in this on set.

“Yeonjun this dress is cutting off my circulation…” you tell him while standing awkwardly, wanting to get this dress off of you immediately.

“It’s just for a photoshoot y/n, it may not be the most comfortable but it’ll only last for 20 minutes I believe in you!” He gives you a mini pep talk to help you through your discomfort and it slightly puts you at ease to fake it until you make it.

You know that this was the price of becoming a model and sometimes pain is the cost of beauty, you just have to suck it up for now and get it over with. Trying to walk in a straight line was a task in itself since the back of your heels kept jabbing into your skin, you know you’re going to get a crazy blister after this. Yeonjun holds your hand to help you balance yourself and you felt more embarrassed that he had to help keep you from falling.

“This is not what I signed up for when I thought I’d be doing this…” you say while walking carefully to the other studio.

“I’m sure none of us do love,” Yeonjun’s face scrunched as he chuckles, making your way over to the set where everyone else was now.

The set was full of people, everyone had a designated job to do something. All the models were lined up at the front waiting for their turn for photos to be taken while multiple photographers took shots of others models in the center. There were more models in the corner getting touch ups, staff handing out water bottles and refreshments, directors giving instructions, the whole thing was an orderly chaos. Once you got to the front, you were told by a director to stand in the line next to all the other models and wait for your photos to be taken. You sigh heavily as you head up to all the women who were now all looking at you.

Some of them didn’t look very friendly, you felt as though you were being silently judged. You were the new girl and no one even knew who you were. Your thoughts went racing again as before, you were feeling like you didn’t deserve to be here. These women looked way more qualified to do this job than you, you were so amazed at how gorgeous everyone looked. You know you’ll have to get used to it eventually since you’ll practically be around beautiful people your entire career.

You hear a familiar voice on the set and you finally see Jungkook since the morning you had both left.

“I thought we agreed that we were going to get the bigger piano for this shoot? Why am I still seeing the same ones from before?!”

“Sorry boss, but you told us that it was too out of budget so we-”

“For fucks sake, I don’t give a shit about the budget anymore, this looks cheap and tacky, we can’t have this. Call the call guy up to bring the bigger one, NOW!” He continues his tirade, “also, why is y/n in the back? I told you as soon as she arrives she needs to be placed first!” He comes up to you and puts his hands on your shoulders, you tensed up immediately from his minor touch.

No one else in here besides the two of you know what happened last night and the awkwardness of it all is killing you inside. He was acting as if everything was completely normal and it kind of infuriated you. Jungkook places you to the front of the line and all the other models watch as he took your hand in his. You could just feel the eyes being glued on you, if looks could kill you’d be in a coffin, six feet under by now. Some of the other models sneered at you while you simply walked to the front to wait for your photos to be taken.

When it was now your time to go Jungkook politely asks you to come sit on a chair. You try your best to sit as comfortably as you can in this tight dress but you feel even more suffocated from sitting down. All you could do in this moment was simply hope for the best.

“Sit with your legs crossed y/n,” Jungkook positions you to do a pose for the photographer and you comply. You cross your legs and do a natural pose with your arms, the photographer snaps a photo immediately. The constant flash of the camera lights were giving you another headache, this job is so exhausting. Jungkook spoke to you in such a soft tone when instructing you to pose, he’s usually a very stern and sometimes vindictive boss with most people, but with you he’s the most gentle person. He almost babies you in a way, he treats you differently because he knows how fragile you are. It felt much longer than 20 minutes like Yeonjun said, but once you were done you got up instantly to feel like you can somewhat breathe again. All you can think about is getting out of these uncomfortable but beautiful clothes.

“You did such a great job as always y/n, so perfect. Thank you!” The photographer compliments you once he’s done.

“Isn’t she just amazing?” Jungkook chimes in, “I can’t believe I discovered her, such a rare gem in today’s society.” He looked at you with such pride, he took pride in all of his achievements but this one meant more to him. You were flustered by Jungkook’s comment in front of the photographer, if only he knew why he thought you were so amazing. Jungkook hands you a water bottle and you take it from his hands thanking him politely. A part of you was still angry with him but you knew it wasn’t worth being petty over right now. You didn’t want to throw off the vibe in front of all these people so it was best to pretend as if there’s nothing going on between you two. You were about to leave so you can head back to your dressing room and take these clothes off but Jungkook slips a piece of paper in your hand behind your back. He mumbled something under his breath but you couldn’t understand it, looking at the crumbled note with messy handwriting in black ink:

‘Meet me upstairs in the dressing rooms in 5’

You look up and Jungkook was already gone. You were now left alone in a room full of people, you know why he wants you there but the fact he did this so blatantly was beyond you. Making sure no one was suspicious of you, you make your way up the stairs to go to the dressing rooms. It didn’t take long for you to reach your destination, Jungkook was already waiting for you inside. You slam the door behind you and now standing in front of him again but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him this time. The tension between you two felt different now that you were alone again, all professionalism out the door.

“I know what you brought me here for but we still need to talk and-”

Jungkook cuts you off, “what else is there to talk about y/n? I’ve already told you everything. I don’t know what more you want from me, I brought you up here to make up for my behavior.”

“I don’t want to fuck you this dressing room right no-”

He cuts you off once again, “who said anything about fucking? Baby you have no idea. Come sit, just relax for me sweetie.”

He motions for you to sit down and you reluctantly do so. The tightness of the dress was becoming worse once you sat down again, you groaned from the life being sucked out of you.

“I just want these damn clothes off of me already, can you please help me?” You ask, in dire need to breathe properly again.

Jungkook nods, coming up behind you to unzip the dress and you feel instant relief from finally being out of it. You sigh as you feel your body coming back to normal, the dress was now fully unzipped, feeling a rush of cool air from the fan coming in contact with your bare skin. You slide the dress off including your stockings and kick off those uncomfortable heels you were wearing. You were now sitting in the chair with nothing other than your tiny g-string, that small excuse of fabric was barely covering your lower region. You wanted to blush from embarrassment but Jungkook was staring at you hungrily, as if he wants to devour your existence. You cover your chest with your hands but Jungkook chuckles at that.

“Don’t be shy with me now babe, acting like I’ve never seen you naked before, give me a fucking break y/n.”

He traces his fingertips down your shoulders, lightly drawing circles along your delicate skin. His warm breath tingled against you as he got closer, the tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a steak knife.

“I’ve watched you touch yourself in front of me, you can be such a good girl for me when you want to be.” He whispers in your ear softly.

You tremble from his words, consumed by his touch, and all the filthy things he says to you makes your mind go blank within seconds. He drags his fingers down to your stomach, tracing more invisible lines on your body. The fact he was still fully clothed and you were the one under him, fully exposed, ready for him to do whatever he wanted made you even more nervous. You never know what this man’s intentions are with you.

“Will you be a good girl for me right now while I go down on you? You have to stay as quiet as possible for me or else there will be consequences princess.”

You don’t know what those consequences will be, but you simply nod your head. You turn into the perfect submissive when you’re alone with Jungkook, you do any and everything he says with no hesitation. You like to think you would never fall to a man’s beck and call but for Jungkook, you’d risk it all. His light touches kept going as he brought a hand to your inner thigh, kneading at your flesh. His hands played with the thin string of your thong, he takes the front of it and pulls at the fabric then flings it back like a slingshot. You squeal from the contact on your cunt, making you flinch a little. He does it a few more times, flinging it back and toying with you. The evil smirk on his face said it all, he was playing a little game with you. The string of the thong was now jammed in between your pussy lips, the sight of it made Jungkook smack his lips together. He wanted you so bad but teasing you was way more fun.

“You have such a pretty cunt babygirl,” he expresses in a sultry tone, “I’m going to take all the time I need with you, princess.”

He plays some more with the g-string and you close your eyes from the sensation, opening your legs wider for him to get a better view.

“No, keep your eyes open and look into the mirror behind me, you take your eyes off of it once and I’ll make sure to punish you so bad you won’t be able to walk again.”

You open your eyes instantly, looking over at the mirror in front of you and seeing Jungkook on his knees being eye level with your dripping cunt.

“Will you promise to be a good girl for daddy?” He asks sternly.

“Yes, I promise daddy I will!”

“Then say it.”

“I’ll be a good girl for daddy, I promise I’ll be good!” You plead with him.

He gives you a little smirk and his eyes were dark like they were last night. The only thing on his mind right now was ruining you completely.

He brings his face closer to your heat, his lips were close to it you could feel his breath sweep against you. He slides the sad excuse of fabric to the side and draws a single digit into your wetness. A small moan comes out of you and he looks up with a glaring eye, making you cover your mouth so you can stop yourself from going further.

“Be quiet…” he says, bringing another finger to his lips for you to stay silent.

He continues dragging his finger up and down your slit, rubbing your slick all over to create even more a mess. He couldn’t stop looking at the way your cunt was glistening and as much as he wanted to keep teasing you, he also wanted to dive his face in. He brings his tongue to your slit, starting with small kitten licks, your body trembles just by the slightest amount of stimulation. He drags his tongue slowly, coming in contact with your clit and lightly sucks on it. You keep your eyes on the mirror like Jungkook instructed you to, the pornographic sight was enough to make you want to cum. You had your legs spread out wide for him, holding your thighs to keep them in place as he eats you out.

The feeling of his tongue gliding against your clit left you with a million tingles down your spine. He nestles his face deeper into your cunt and his nose brushed up against your sensitive bundle of nerves, drenching his whole face with your wetness. The task of keeping quiet was only growing to become more difficult as his pace grew quicker. Jungkook’s mouth felt like heaven and the reflection of him on his knees for you was making you go insanely feral. He licks a long stripe against your cunt in the slowest motion, his eyes looking at you the entirety of it which only made you want to moan out for him. You bite your lip down heavily enough to draw a tiny amount of blood, really trying your best to be good for him as possible.

“You’re being such a good girl for me baby,” Jungkook praises while still looking up at you, “I knew you could do it, you’re a smart girl.” He continues his assault on your clit and his tongue flicks against it faster. You want to moan out his name but you don’t want know what the consequences will be, plus you don’t want anyone to know that you’re getting it on with the man who’s supposed to be in charge of you. You’re stuck in a daze from all the pleasure he was giving you, tangling your fingers in his long fluffy hair to feel more of him. His face was now completely buried inside you, you weren’t sure if he was even breathing properly but you didn’t hear any complaining from his end.

He laps up all your wetness with his mouth as he works his tongue deep into your cunt, you almost cry out from the feeling in your core. You seal your lips tighter in order not to make a sound, your heavy breathing was the only audible noise coming from you— besides the sounds of your juices being mixed with Jungkook’s tongue of course. You kept tugging on his hair making it messier as you continue watching him through the mirror. His tongue going back to your clit to abuse it some more, you could feel your high approaching any minute now. Your body jerks from the over stimulation and you want to scream but you end up pulling strands of his hair harder.

“You gonna cum for me princess?” He takes a moment to catch some air, “I want you to cum for daddy, can you do that for me?”

You simply nod your head, focusing on your climax and almost shut your eyes, but you remember you have to keep them open. You really do your best to try and look at him but it was all too much for you, you wanted to pass away and let the pleasure wash over you like a typhoon. He circles your clit with his tongue one more time as you cover your mouth again to stop you from moaning out load. You can feel your release coming as you chase your high, your eyes were still open surprisingly as you watched Jungkook keep himself between your legs. Your legs violently shake as you cum, the creamy substance now dripping out beautifully against his tongue. He licks your slate clean as all your cum is gone and he licks up the rest of your essence on your thighs.

“Such a good girl for me.” Jungkook says, now smiling with pride after he’s made you cum. He gets up from being on the floor and his face was completely wet, he glanced over at the mirror and noticed immediately. He licked his lips and chuckled at his appearance, his hair was a complete, disheveled mess and the neckline of his shirt was lined with sweat. You giggle from the effect you had on him, he was the one putting in all the work yet came out looking completely ruined too.

“Let’s get you in some different clothes and head back before people start noticing I disappeared, I’m sure everyone is wondering where I ran off to,” Jungkook takes a random blouse and skirt off of a rack and hands it to you, “just wear this then meet me back on set, you know we have that rehearsal later as well so I’ll call you and pick you up at 8.”

You nod your head and take the clothes from him, you had a fully packed schedule this whole week and you didn’t realize how busy your life was going to become. You used to have more free time to go out and hang with friends but ever since you got this modeling gig you barely talked to any of them. Your phone was still dead and you have no idea if anyone’s been trying to communicate with you. You aren’t the type to change your whole personality because of a new guy in your life but Jungkook was showing you a different side of the world, a part of the world you knew absolutely nothing about. All you could do was continue to have a levelheaded mindset and hope that it won’t eventually change you into something you aren’t.

It felt lonely coming back to your apartment without Jungkook. He had to finish up some work at the studio so he couldn’t drive you home, he had one of his staff chauffeur you back. You had your own car but Jungkook didn’t want you driving unless you really had to, he didn’t like having you do more work than you already do. You called your landlord to confirm if you were still going to be evicted and he told you no, that someone named Mr. Jeon called him and told him that he would be your guarantor and all your bills can go directly to him. Your jaw almost hit the floor once he said that, you really couldn’t believe your biggest problem you’ve been dealing with has been resolved in such an instant. You were baffled at his behavior yet grateful since now you didn’t really have anything to worry about. Well, besides the fact that you’re now Jungkook’s mistress and he’s pretty much helping you build your entire career. You would usually never accept handouts from people, let alone help you pay your own rent, this was a new side of you only he could bring out. You had no idea you were capable of doing anything like this.

You rest your head in your hands as you sit on your bed to think about all the events leading up to your life right now. One tiny interaction was all it took to completely change your life and you’re not even sure if it’s for the better. Your phone was finally turned back on from being dead all day and you check your missed notifications. You got a call from your best friend Sakura and she texted you asking if you were okay, you haven’t talked to her since the day you went off on her about her taking “accountability” speech.

You decide to call her back since you really wanted to update her on everything and get her opinion. You call her but it immediately goes straight to voicemail so you call it again but the same thing happens. You get confused by this so you send her a message to tell her to answer her phone however the message becomes green instead of blue once you press send. Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach now, you know that this could only mean one thing. Your own best friend blocked your number. You felt so betrayed right now, the person who was supposed to stick by your side through everything decides to cut you off and not even give you a chance at closure. You felt sick and you didn’t even know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to start bursting into tears. You couldn’t believe she would do something like this to you, after all you’ve been through together it just felt like a slap in the face.

Your tears kept coming and you couldn’t stop rocking yourself to calm you down. You felt entire your whole body shake as your breathing slowly become irregular. You were a sobbing mess and now you were feeling like a panic attack was about to arise. You couldn’t contain all your emotions, everything coming at you all at once made you feel so small and anxious. You felt utterly helpless, alone, so trapped, you could feel your airways closing from the tightness, only wheezing and coughing in response.

Your phone vibrated as a call notification pops up, it was Jungkook. You don’t answer it because you were in the middle of a full blown panic attack and you couldn’t mutter a single word at this moment. You were growing dizzy and kept gasping for air, it truly felt as though you were dying right now. You try to get up from your bed but your body grew weak, your limbs felt fluid as you tried to move. Your phone kept buzzing but the sounds were starting to feel like it was coming from underwater. Everything around you was a blur and you remember nothing else besides your eyes slowly falling shut.

You woke up laying on the floor of your room next to your bed, your head was pounding as if you had just drank too much alcohol. You get up to look around and everything was the same, nothing was thrown around or out of place. Now getting up and recovering from your panic attack, you breathe deeply and exhale to calm your anxious nerves. Your phone was still on the bed and you realize you’ve been on the floor for about half an hour. Jungkook called you about 4 times, he also texted you asking you what you were doing. It was almost 7 o’clock and you didn’t have much time to get ready for this rehearsal tonight. You call Jungkook back and he answers immediately,

“Y/n! Where have you been?” He says, sounding pretty concerned.

“I- I’m sorry I just wasn’t feeling too well…” you refrain from going any further in order not to worry him.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen y/n? I’ll be over there soon and we can talk about it if you wan-”

“No, it’s okay Jungkook, I actually don’t want to talk about it. Just pick me up at the normal time.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want. I’ll pick you up later then I guess…”

You hang up and let out a sigh, you didn’t even want to tell him about your situation with Sakura, it was unnecessary drama for him anyway. You have to get into work mode so you try to forget about it and take a shower. You felt like an empty shell of a person, just numb to everything and although you are incredibly hurt, you have to shield that from the rest of the world.

A black Porsche waits for you in your driveway. Jungkook comes out of the car and opens the door for you to get in the passenger side. You did your best to try and act normal, you really didn’t want him to notice anything off with you.

“You okay babe?” He asks anyway, you know he always does this to make sure you really are okay. He thought maybe it was just the stress of it all getting to you but you had another problem to deal with.

“Yes Kook, I’m fine can we just drive?” You tell him, wanting nothing but this conversation to be over with.

“I’m just making sure you’re alright, no need to bite my head off all the time y/n.” He retorts, he has good intentions behind him asking but you always find it slightly annoying when he does. Maybe because you never really had someone constantly ask if you were okay, it was usually the opposite, no one ever cared how you felt. Just like how your own “best friend” decides to block you and shut you out her life without taking your feelings into consideration. It hurt you so bad. All those emotions came flooding through you again and you felt your lips tremble. You try and snap out of your moment so you don’t cry in front Jungkook like you always do, you have to remain strong this time. You thought of anything to distract you but nothing seemed to be working, then one of the most unthinkable decisions came to your mind.

“Jungkook, do you have any cigarettes on you?” You ask him quietly, for some reason all you could think of to relieve your stress was smoking.

He looked at you as if you were confessing to a murder, never did he think those words would come out of your mouth.

“Um… yeah but I thought you said those were cancer sticks and I’m cutting my life by a year each time I smoke?”

“I mean yeah that is true, but I’m really stressed right now I just want to try one.”

“That’s what I said when I was 14 and look at me now,” he says ironically, “I don’t want to be the reason for you getting hooked on these.”

“I’m not going to become an addict! Just let me try one dammit!” You were growing frustrated with his attempts in getting you to stop but once you make your mind about something you’ll want to do it in the end.

“What’s gotten into you lately y/n? Is this is my fault? I’ll try harder to be a better influence for you if I can.”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t need you to influence me to do anything, this has nothing to do with you. I just want to relieve some stress!”

“There are so many other ways you can relieve stress than slowly killing yourself y/n…”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… you could have sex?” He proposes, “with me of course.”

“How can we have sex right now if you’re driving? Dumbass.”

“Hey, don’t call me that! I was just giving a suggestion…plus you know there’s other things you can do besides penetration.”

You giggle at his usage of the word “penetration”, you were so immature that it made him laugh too.

“So you want me to give you road head?” You say to him innocently, you like to see him get all worked up from you acting cute.

“I mean, if you want… yeah. Have you ever done something like this before?”

“Yeah kinda, the car wasn’t moving though!” You now turn your body completely to face him in the driver’s seat. You smile up at him with seductive eyes, watching as he sneaks glances at you while he drives, making your way closer to him. You lean over and stare at his stiff erection through his pants, rubbing your hand over it as you palm him in your grasp. He winces a bit at that and you can tell just by any touch you give him his whole body feels like it’s set on fire. You weren’t a big teaser unlike Jungkook, so you waste no time in unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. You look at the beautiful man’s pretty pink dick standing tall in front of you, licking your lips at the sight. His veiny cock was throbbing in your tiny hand, tip already leaking out with delicious precum. You slowly press your mouth against the tip, keeping it there for a bit to get a little taste of him. You then swirl your tongue lightly around it, loving the salty tanginess of his precum against your tongue.

“Fuck princess… you feel so good around me already,” he bit his lip harshly, gripping the steering wheel even harder.

You wrap your mouth tighter around his length as you begin to slide your head down. Bobbing it back and forth and keeping a tight suction on his cock, making sure not to use any teeth. You feel Jungkook’s hips jolt up from the sensation as you draw more saliva from your mouth, making it as messy as possible. He let out a loud groan when his dick hit the back of your throat, you didn’t choke or gag once which surprised him. You don’t have a gag reflex which is ultimately perfect for giving head, you’re not really sure how you got so blessed with this talent. You take all of him completely in your mouth, swallowing him whole as you keep bobbing your head. The way he filled you up felt so good, nothing could compare to having Jungkook’s cock in your mouth.

“That’s my good girl, keep going— just like that baby— ahh….” He keeps encouraging you, giving you small praises here and there. He does his best to keep his eyes on the road but the way you’re sucking him is taking him to different universe. Your free hand rested on his right thigh as you continued throwing your head back, stroking his cock with your pretty, talented mouth. He elicits more moans and it only makes you want to make him cum faster.

Jungkook bit his lip even harder, trying so hard not to crash this vehicle, he breathes in and out the best way he can. He could feel himself cumming soon and his whole body tenses up like he’s got a volcano erupting inside him.

“I think I’m gonna cum… damn baby…”

You couldn’t say anything since his cock was buried 7 inches deep down your throat. The only thing on your mind right now was getting him to cum inside your mouth. You hum as you pick up your pace, deepthroating him aggressively. There was so much saliva everywhere, your face was flushed and you seriously looked such a mess. A beautiful mess, just for Jungkook. You feel his hard length throb against in your mouth and a warm sensation hits the back of your throat. White ropes of his cum releases into you and you swallow it immediately, you look up at him as you take all his cum. His cum tastes so good, you were so sad when he emptied all of it. You pull away and kiss the tip of his cock before you go up to his face and give him a quick kiss on the lips. He flashes a soft smile at you and you gave a warm smile back. He quickly zips his pants back up with one hand and you help fix his belt for him.

“See, wasn’t that much better than smoking a cigarette?” He says proudly, you hate to admit he was right but at least he prevented you from doing irreversible damage to your body.

“I guess..” you shrug nonchalantly, “it was alright.”

“Well that blowjob you gave me was more than just an alright,” he happily boasts. You probably made his whole year with what you did.

“Does your wife suck your dick as good as I do?” You tease him, you don’t even know why you would say that but the look on his face turned sour.

“Why are you even bringing her up? This doesn’t have jackshit to do with her,” he says almost annoyed, “but yes, you do. Just don’t bring her up again please.”

You struck a nerve with that one, you wanted to keep egging him on but now probably isn’t a good time. You simply let it go and sit back in your seat quietly. You know why he gets so defensive about the subject but it just baffles you how he does it yet doesn’t bat at eye about cheating on her. It makes you feel so guilty you keep doing this but Jungkook really does make you happy, it’s a double edged sword.

“I’m sorry if I upset you y/n” he says, “I just really prefer not to talk about her, especially when I’m with you. I pretty much forget she exists when we’re together.”

You smiled but you still felt broken on the inside, you feel so bad for Soyeon, his wife doesn’t deserve any of this at all, no matter the circumstances. However, you don’t know her personally so it is true that you didn’t owe her any loyalty, it was just a principle/morality thing. You were thinking about how crushed she will probably be once she finds out Jungkook is divorcing her, if she ever found you were in the picture all hell could break loose.

“Will she ever find out?” You couldn’t help but ask, you don’t know how long he’d able to keep this secret from her for.

“No, I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t care if you told your friends about me, knowing you they already know by now. But if it gets out, I’ll be so angry with you y/n, I seriously wouldn’t know what to do.”

You were silent, you know he was dead serious when he said that. You didn’t get the chance to tell anyone besides Yeonjun and he’s not the type to go around telling everyone your business. You had nothing to worry about yet his words still cut deep.

“I didn’t tell anyone Jungkook…” you fidget with your hands and look out the window, you feel like you’ve been in this car for ages.

“When are we finally getting to the rehearsal oh my god, feels like I’ve been in this damn car forever!” You complain to him like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Calm down, we’ll be there in like 2 minutes. It’s kinda far from where we live,” he turns up a corner and drives into a large parking lot with lots of other cars parked there. He stops the car and gets out to open the door for you, you step out the car and he holds your hand in his. You were a little confused since Jungkook doesn’t like to show PDA in public but you go with it anyway.

You head into the historic looking building, as soon as you stepped in you felt claustrophobic. There were people everywhere. Hundreds of models scattered the venue, everyone all dolled up or being in the process of it. The speakers blared loud, catchy pop music as you made your way through the crowds of people. Jungkook was still holding onto you to make sure you wouldn’t get lost, you held onto him tightly since you were feeling anxious.

People kept coming up to him and greeting him, he was still holding your hand the entire time, you were receiving vicious looks from some of the models. You felt all eyes on you and you weren’t even dressed up, you had the most normal clothes on, nothing fancy. You felt like such a peasant around everyone but you soon won’t be once you get dressed up. Jungkook takes you to a private area where there was no one else around. He tells you to stay put while he goes to get one of the staff to do your makeup and hair for the rehearsal.

“I’ll be in the conference room, it’s the door on the right next to that bathroom down the hall. If you need me just knock or text me and I’ll come to you. See you in an hour doll,” he gives you a chaste kiss before leaving out.

You were now left alone, waiting for someone else to come in. You hear some light laughter from outside the door, overhearing some girls talking to each other.

“You noticed that new girl? I don’t even know her name she’s so irrelevant, but have you seen the way she acts? So snobby.” One of the girls spoke.

“Oh I think I know who you’re talking about, the one who follows around Jungkook like a lost puppy all the time?” Another girl chimes in.

“Yeah her. She seems likes such an entitled bitch, you would think she’s fucking him by the way she’s attached to that man like a magnet!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually are. Some girls have no shame and will do anything to get to the top.”

“I know right? And doesn’t he have a wife too? That would be so disgusting of her.”

You couldn’t listen anymore, you knew they were talking exactly about you. Your biggest fear came into fruition now, everyone thinks you slept your way to the top and it doesn’t help that Jungkook treats you with blatant favoritism. It’s only a matter of time before people start talking and rumors about you sleeping together will spread like wildfire. This industry thrives on gossip, it won’t take long for something like to start getting around. You worry even more about the outcome but before you could think of anything else, the makeup and hairstylist comes in to do their job. You sigh as you weren’t sure what to do now, you don’t want to text Jungkook and tell him the other models are talking shit about you incase he asks who. You have no idea who even said it since you only heard their voices, it could be literally anyone.

Sitting back in the chair, the makeup artist was applying glittery eyeshadow while the hairstylist blows out your hair. You try and relax while everything gets done but you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“Can you stop twitching your eye like that?” The makeup artist asks you politely, you felt so bad that you couldn’t conceal your movement. You tried hard to sit still and keep a straight face but it was much harder than it looked.

Once you were finally done and the makeup and hair stylists were satisfied with the look, you study yourself in the mirror to assess your new appearance. Your hair was super big and poofy, almost like the hairstyles from the 80’s, your lips were accented with red lipstick and you felt like a movie star in this get up. You looked so different yet it suited you well, you looked like the most gorgeous version of yourself you could be. You thanked them for making you look so beautiful and you couldn’t stop touching hair but the hair stylist told you not to.

“Yeonjun will be there with your change of clothes soon, thanks for your time!” The makeup artist says to you as they both walk out.

A pink haired man appears in the room and you can see Yeonjun’s whole demeanor shift from earlier. He looked either exhausted, annoyed, or both. You wonder what’s on his mind so you ask him how he’s feeling. He lets out a deep sigh and regains his composure, “sorry if I seem a little off today, I got in a tiny argument with my boyfriend and just— ugh he’s really pissing me off right now!”

You giggle at his attitude, he doesn’t talk about his outside life with you much and you know he has a boyfriend but everything seemed fine whenever he would talk about him.

“Do you want to talk about it? If not, it’s totally okay I understand. Men are just the worst in general,” you say in support for your friend.

“It’s just he’s always complaining about me being busy with work and I try to make time for him when I can! It just seems like it’s never enough for him…”

You sympathize with him as you remember the many times you had with your exes when they’d get mad at you for not spending enough time with them. You know the feeling but you do your best not to talk about yourself and just focus on consoling your friend.

“I totally get it. I can see where you’re coming from and I can also see his side as well. Maybe he just gets jealous easily? I mean you do work with attractive people all day, maybe if you reassure him that you only care about him and your work life shouldn’t interfere with your relationship.”

You couldn’t believe you gave such sound advice to someone. You articulated yourself well and got straight to the point, you mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

“Thanks y/n, I realize that I probably don’t tell him enough everyday that I love him, I just assume he already knows that but I guess it’s nice to say y’know?”

You nod in agreement. You were glad that you could help Yeonjun feel better and his mood became more upbeat. You felt good that he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you and it only made your friendship stronger. Maybe Yeonjun will be your new best friend, forget Sakura.

“I know you weren’t comfortable with the last outfit so I brought a different dress this time,” he says, bringing the dress over to you and you were in awe of what was in front of you. You couldn’t believe you were about to wear something this stunning, the dress reached all the way to the floor, it looked like something straight off someone from the Met Gala.

The gown was structured beautifully, it was a royal purple color with lots of layers to it. The top was a bustier bodice with a deep v-neckline, the waist was corset-like, it had tulle mesh bell sleeves with 3D butterfly accents all over and the bottom had a puffy ballgown style with more tulle underneath.

Once you got in the dress you felt like a real princess in her castle. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how amazing you always look when you’re in model mode. The corset cinched your waist in so perfectly, giving you the sexiest hourglass figure. Everything about you just became one hundred times better, you couldn’t get enough of how insanely hot you looked.

“I look so damn good, wow! I can’t even recognize myself.” You say to Yeonjun, not taking your eyes off your pretty reflection.

“You always look great y/n, but I must admit you become spicier when you’re all dressed up!” He says, giving you the much needed compliments you deserve.

You now had to go back out into the real world, back where all the other models that despised you will be. You take a deep breath as you open the door to make your way back out and it was still complete chaos. You don’t see Jungkook anywhere and Yeonjun told you to go to the room where the rehearsal will be held. You hope to God that Jungkook will be there since you have no idea what you’re doing.

You had to get through so many people just to make it across the other side, you kept feeling all the stares on you and you couldn’t stop thinking about what those girls were saying about you earlier. It really upset you that people had already prejudged you for simply existing, they knew nothing about you yet already thought you were a bitch. It’s not a good feeling to know that others around you don’t like you but to hear it yourself was one thing.

You eventually make it to the rehearsal room and you were met with one of the backstage managers to instruct you where to go. You go behind the curtain and head backstage to where all the other models were, again the room was chaotic yet in a functional way. A stylist comes up to you to check over your look and fine tune some things about your hair and makeup. You still didn’t see Jungkook anywhere and it was starting to worry you.

You decide to text him and ask him where he was, he texts you a few seconds later and tells you he’s in the bathroom but he’s at the rehearsal. You feel your whole body relax when you read that, at least he will be here with you any minute now.

You feel a hand sneak up behind you to tap your shoulder, you turn around instantly and you’re met face to face with Jungkook.

“There you are!” You say to him happily, he was the only person you needed to see right now.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a huge grin on his face, “whoever did your look I need to give them a raise because wow you are smoking hot!”

You blush at him flirting with you, unsure of how to react since he was saying this in front of so many people. The fact he just casually flirts with you in front the models makes you feel even more self conscious about what was said about you earlier.

“Thanks Kook..” you say shyly, trying not make it so obvious that you’re practically in love with this man.

Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off you though and it was only making your body temperature rise to boiling levels. If there weren’t so many people here you would’ve been making out with him by now.

You were trying to play it cool as one of the models came up to Jungkook.

“Hey Jungkook, I was wondering if you were free after this? I could really use a massage, I’ve been working so hard latelyy,” the blonde woman confidently waltzed in between, you were in utter disbelief by the way she just asked that so casually. You know she has no idea who you are but it still felt like a huge slap in the face. Jungkook wasn’t really paying attention to her and was still looking over at you, he chuckled at her advance but before he could even get a word out you spoke for him.

“Actually he’s busy tonight!” You bark at her in a harsh tone, you know you shouldn’t have butted in the conversation but you couldn’t help being protective over him. He was yours.

“I don’t think I was talking to you was I?” The girl snarks back at you, “I said Jungkook, not whatever the hell your name is.”

“Her name is y/n. Also thanks for the offer Somi but I think I’ll pass.” Jungkook says, shutting her down completely.

“Oh, well then let me know if you change your mind!” Somi tries in attempt to safe herself from the embarrassment.

“I won’t.” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You feel like Somi heard it by the way she did a double take and glared at him with evil eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole ordeal, it was sad how some of these girls threw themselves at any chance to be with Jungkook. You didn’t have to do any of this to even get him to pay attention to you, he was the one that chased after you the whole time. It made you feel special that you had that effect on him, it was like once he saw you he had tunnel vision.

“Are we good to go boss?” One of the directors asks Jungkook before the rehearsal starts and he nods his head. The director whistles loudly to get everyone’s attention as they stop what they were doing to listen. He instructs all the models to line up and get into single file, you were the first in line since you were the opening of the show and it made you even more nervous. You knew this had to be absolutely perfect for Jungkook, you couldn’t make any minor mistakes or else you’ll disappoint him. You couldn’t let him down so you took a deep breath as you wait for the director to queue the music. Once the music turns on and you go into work mode and relax yourself. You think about all the things you learned in your modeling courses so far and how they taught you to exude confidence as you walk. You make your way down the aisle and place your hands on your hips like the director instructed you to do so.

Keeping your posture as straight as possible, you take long strides down the stage with your feet balanced in a straight line. Your facial expression was natural yet you kept a strong gaze, you wanted your eyes to do all the talking. You let everything flow naturally as you kept walking, reaching the end of the stage you stop then make a pivot to the right and give a slight pose. You turn around and do the same thing you did as before, taking long strides and keeping the energy up. You walk back to the curtains and you felt so accomplished with what you just did. It was if the whole world meant nothing to you in that moment, the lights didn’t give you a headache, the people in the crowd didn’t bother you, you felt immensely proud of yourself. The stilettos you were wearing were so tall and had the thinnest heel but you got through it anyway, it amazed you how far you’ve come already.

You watch as another model steps on stage now, you’re actually glad that you were the first one since now everything was done and over with. You’d have more time to feel anxious about it and become more stressed out if you waited in the line longer. Jungkook finds you and comes up to you clapping his hands in amusement from what he saw from you, his smile was everything you needed to know that he was immensely proud of you.

“Such an amazing job out there y/n, you killed it. You’re such a natural born talent, I swear you’re going to change my life!” He says out loud, he always praised you as if you were God’s greatest gift to earth and it made you melt each and every time.

“Thank you so much Jungkook,” you say to him while going in for a hug and he hugs you back instantly. He goes one step further to even pick you up and twirl you around like a little doll, he put you down and you couldn’t stop giggling. Everyone in the room was looking at two, it was so obvious that the other models were jealous they didn’t even try to hide it. One of the girls muttered “get a room” as they walked by and you heard it. You were now blushing from embarrassment and Jungkook looks around too to make everyone stop staring at you.

He whispers something in your ear “don’t worry about these girls, they’re harmless. If they even try to start shit with you I’ll handle it.”

You nod and just watch as Jungkook leaves you again to go check on the rehearsal.

As the rehearsal comes to an end, everything starts to wind down. Jungkook was talking a bunch of staff and other people while you waited patiently for him to finish so you could go home. You were now out of the fancy designer clothes but you still felt pretty with your hair and makeup. Jungkook couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you from time to time while talking to them, he just loved looking at you. You were the most precious little angel to him and he wanted to protect you with everything he had.

When he finishes talking he heads over to you finally. You were so ready to go home and you felt completely exhausted by the whole day.

“Is it time to go now Kook?” You ask impatiently, you couldn’t wait to get your much needed rest.

“Actually y/n, there’s an after party that I have to attend. I was hoping you’d come along since I could really use the company,” he says, gently rubbing the palms of your hands with his fingers.

“Do you really have to go to it? I’m usually all for a night out but I just been doing stuff all day and I’m so tired! Please, just stay in this once?” You plead as you make a cute pout with your lips, you know the pouting always works with him.

“I really can’t…I just don’t want to let all my colleagues down if I don’t show up since it is my campaign after at all..”

“So what? They can still have a good time without you there, they don’t need you to survive Jungkook!” You practically beg, praying that he finally gives in.

“Actually they kinda do because most of them are on my pay roll— you know what that’s not the point. You’re right y/n, I’ll just tell them I had to take care of something.”

Your face lights up at his response, you were glad that you were able to get through to him. You grab his hand to leave but he tells you he has to say his fellow goodbyes to everyone before he gets going. You groan as you watch him walk away yet again to go say his farewells to everyone for the night.

When he finishes doing that you both are finally able to leave the venue and get back into the car.

“Is this another car you have?” Asking him curiously, you’ve been wondering since he pulled up to your house with it.

“Yeah, I own a couple.”

“Oh that’s cool, how many?”

“A lot.” He chuckles from his own answer, you glare at him since you genuinely wanted to know and now it was going to drive you crazy.

“Why do you want one of them? I’ll gladly give you one that I barely use,” he sincerely offers.

First he gives you a high paying job, then he pays your rent, now he’s practically offering you a car. You’re starting to think that maybe Jungkook is the sugar daddy of your dreams, yet he’s not even some gross old man that’s lonely. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like him, just able to sweep all your problems away with no issue. It wasn’t even about the material things, it was just the fact that he went out of his way to constantly take care of you. You never had someone in your life so nurturing towards you, your own family didn’t even treat you this way. You had so many feelings for him that you couldn’t contain it anymore, you just had to say it.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You blurt out, you didn’t expect to actually say it.

“Because I’ll give you a car? That’s kinda shallow don’t you think?” He jokes with you.

“No- oh my God shut up. I mean in general Jungkook, I’m really falling in love with you and I don’t know what to do…”

“Well there’s really nothing to do. I’m also really in love with you which is why I would do anything for you.” He admits.

You wanted to cry at what he said. His voice sounded so soft, so sweet, everything he was saying to you was like music to your ears. You couldn’t let him say that without asking for something in return though.

“If you really loved me, you will file this divorce quickly so I won’t have to deal with this much longer..” you say in hopes that he’ll consider doing it.

“I will. I have the papers signed on my end but I’ve just been meaning to give them to her…”

“Do it tomorrow! I don’t like sleeping with married people, it makes me feel dirty.” You say while crossing your arms and pouting again.

He reassures everything will be fine, “I’ll try my best for you y/n.”

Jungkook was saying all the right things but still, you felt so unsure about his actions. You have no idea what Jungkook and Soyeon’s marriage is like, he’s never told you a single thing about her besides being an actress. All this curiosity was going to keep you up at night and the guilt would only grow more intense.

You were at Jungkook’s place sitting on his couch while he made you both some food. You were watching a cartoon on his 98” flat TV and all the colors and effects were even more captivating on the giant screen. You see Jungkook from the corner of your eye now walking up to you with the food. He made you some soup with chicken and it smelled really good. You take the bowl from him and place the spoon into your mouth, surprised by how delicious the soup was.

“This is so good, wow I didn’t know you could cook!” You continue eating your soup and he smiles at your approval.

“My friends don’t call me chef Jeon for no reason,” he winks at you.

You both continue eating in silence as you watch the cartoon on the TV, your legs were crossed on Jungkook’s lap and you felt so cozy lying beside him on his velvet couch.

Once you were finished with the soup you put it down the glass coffee table in front of you and reposition yourself to lye your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He gives you small head pats while still gluing his eyes to the cartoon, you finally ask him what cartoon this was since you had no idea what you were even watching.

“It’s Pucca! It’s a show I used to watch as a kid, I still get nostalgic about it from time to time.”

You didn’t know he was so passionate about his cartoons, you always liked when he would show little bits of his interests. You were happy that he was able to share these things with you, it made your bond feel even closer.

“You’re so cute sometimes,” you say to him smiling, snuggling him with him some more.

“Thanks?” He chuckles at your funny comment, “you’re always cute though.”

With that, he brings his hand to your face and kisses you adoringly. You lean into the kiss and feel his lip ring brushing up against you, placing your hands around his neck you position yourself to be on his lap now. You tug on his lower lip and he lets you in properly; taking his time with kissing you deeply before he sneaks his hands elsewhere. You could feel his body heat against yours and it was only getting warmer in here. You begin to grind slowly on him as he trails his hands to your hips, now holding them in place. You keep grinding against his now visible boner, rocking your hips back and forth as he held onto you.

You moan in his mouth from the friction and you can feel him throbbing underneath you, his dick twitching at any slight amount of stimulation. Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to move on to your neck, he nibbles on your flesh as he bites down gently to eventually turn a reddish purple hue. He scatters little butterfly kisses all over to make you grow flustered, coming back up to press his lips against yours again.

The romantic in you wanted him to take his time with you but you’ve already had enough foreplay throughout the day. You really need him inside you and you were going to get that one way or another.

“Jungkook” you break away from the kiss for a second.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Can I ride you?”

He smirks at your words, you didn’t beat around the bush at all for him.

“Of course you can ride daddy’s cock,” he brings his hand under your shirt to fondle your breasts, “you don’t have to ask princess.”

He lifts up your shirt to expose your bare chest to him, toying with your nipples some more while kissing you before he takes off his shirt next. You loved seeing him shirtless, his tattooed body was ridiculously sexy. The mere sight of him made you want to have an outer-body orgasm. You feel on his pecks and biceps just admiring his gorgeously toned body, you could trace the curves of abs all day. You kiss him again as he feels your ass through your sweatpants, sliding his hands in inside to grab it tighter. His hands were so soft and warm, you loved the feeling of his touch against you.

As you two part from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects to the both of your lips. He smiles at you and licks it away.

“Take your pants for me pretty girl” he says, “wanna see you naked already.”

He was so impatient it made you giggle at his behavior. You get up from his lap to slide your sweatpants off and Jungkook is in disbelief to find out you went commando.

“Fuck… you really know how to drive me up the walls don’t you?” He couldn’t stop looking at you up and down, he was so infatuated and turn on with everything about you.

He signals you to come back to his lap with his finger and you sit on top of him now completely naked. He massages his hands all over your body tenderly, enamoring you dearly with his touches. His hands felt like putty to you, melting into him like clay as you grind against him again. A moan leaves both of your mouths from the pleasure and you didn’t notice but you realize now that the TV was turned off.

“Take your pants off already!” You whine to him so you can finally feel him. He tsks at you being unable to contain your excitement for him.

“Be patient little one, I was getting to that.”

He lets you off of him so he can undo his pants and slides them down to his ankles. You watch him closely as he goes onto his boxers, bringing them down as well; fully exposed to his cock for the second time today.

You jump back onto him and kiss hungrily, your bodies intertwine with one another as you straddle him and position yourself to take his length. He keeps his hands on your hips while you rub your wetness on his tip, the moans coming from your mouth was harmonic to Jungkook.

He moved a hand to feel on your ass and he leaves a hard slap against it, making your ass jiggle from the contact. He watches and does it again a few more times, making you whimper from the slight pain he’s causing.

“I love everything about you y/n,” he says once he breaks away from kissing you “I love all of you, you’re so fucking perfect” he nuzzled his face in your neck and you couldn’t help but smile at what he said. He knew exactly what to say to get you to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

You lowered yourself onto him now, feeling the way you take him so easily from being soaking wet. Jungkook mumbles something illegible under his breath as your cunt swallows his cock whole. It didn’t take long for you to reach the end of him since you were already so ready for him, you stay in the same position to feel all of him inside you. His cock was splitting you open so nicely, it felt like you were in paradise.

Jungkook bucks up his hips slowly, wanting to feel more movement from you. You move your hips to match his rhythm as you gain your balance, pressing both hands on his shoulder blades. You bounce slightly up and down on his cock, feeling your walls being filled up by every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him real slow to picking up your pace indefinitely. Jungkook throws his head back from the pleasure, the sound of his balls hitting against your ass with the combination of it jiggling as you rode him like a bunny was enough to make him want to combust.

“You always feel so good around me princess,” he groans while grabbing your ass, “this pussy’s going to be the death of me baby.”

You simply keep moaning as you continue bouncing on his cock, he was thrusting back into you to go even deeper. Your eyes reached the back of the skull from the way he was hitting all the right spots in you. It wouldn’t take long before you started screaming his name and crying out for him.

“J-Jungkook, oh my god—” you couldn’t stop babbling, “fuck you’re so good— you’re so good to me daddy…”

“I know I am princess, now be good for me and cum when I tell you to.”

You nod your head viciously, wanting nothing more than to let him help you reach your orgasm. You couldn’t stop moaning his name over and over like a mantra, it was like your brain was only full of Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

“You can cum for me baby, go ahead it’s okay,” he says sweetly.

You feel your high approaching so you pick up the pace quicker, Jungkook’s fingernail was jabbing deep into your hip as you continue riding him. You feel your walls contract from your orgasm and you moaned out so loud for him that you were sure someone miles way could’ve even heard that. You let your orgasm wash over you and Jungkook quickly lifts you up from being on top so he can finish his load in your mouth. You get on your knees to become eye level with his cock and have your tongue out and ready for him. He gives a couple strokes to his cock and eventually large white strings of cum comes in contact with your mouth. You swallow all of his cum, licking the excess off his shaft to make sure you get all of it. You tap your tongue against the tip of his cock and the dirty view of you doing it was making Jungkook’s mind go complacent blank.

“You’re so fucking hot” he says, caressing your cheek in his hand and then squeezing it playfully.

You simply giggle at him and get up from the floor, you sit back onto the couch to give him another sweet kiss.

“You ready to shower and head to bed?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m officially worn out for the day.”

You put only your shirt back on and Jungkook puts on his boxers, he leads the way for you both to head upstairs.

You immediately go into the bathroom and he goes into his room to get you both fresh clothes. Meanwhile as you wait for him to come back you were looking at the love bites that he left all your neck. You couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing since you literally have another shoot tomorrow. Guess you’ll have to just cover it up with some good ol’ concealer. You hear a commotion from outside the door but it didn’t sound like it was coming from Jungkook’s bedroom. A set of keys rustling could be heard from afar as you bring your ear close to the door.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You hear a woman’s voice from downstairs call out.

You slowly recognize that voice, it was that same voice from the voicemail in Jungkook’s phone. You were mortified, now trapped in the bathroom with absolutely no escape.

“Jungkook!” She calls out again, “I’m home, I decided to surprise you a day early!”

You wanted so badly to just crawl up into a microscopic ball and hide. You get into the bathtub and close the shower curtain so you can be hidden. You know Jungkook wasn’t coming back for you any time soon now.

Bracing yourself for the worst, you hear the voice grow closer as she headed up the stairs.

“Babe! You home?” She kept calling out to him but he wasn’t saying a word.

You were more concerned of her possibly finding out that you were here so you just keep quiet and do your best to remain calm. You were losing your shit in your mind but you believe in Jungkook enough to handle this. You just keep yourself poised so you can wait for this to all be over.

You hear the handle of the bathroom door jolt, you had it locked so no one could come in. You had no idea who was shaking the doorknob but you weren’t going to take your chances.

“Jungkook, you in there?” You hear his wife asks, now knocking on the door quietly.

“I know you’re in there, just answer me already!”

You hug yourself and rock back and forth to drown out the sounds of her. You couldn’t take it anymore, all the guilt kept rushing back to you now. You regret even being here at this point. Teleportation would really come in handy at this moment.

“Jungkoo- oh finally you show up!” She says in a chipper tone now.

“Hey Soyeon…” he didn’t sound enthusiastic at all to hear from her.

“Why is the bathroom door locked?” She asks out of curiosity.

You hear him give the worst excuse that you ever heard in your whole life of living.

“Oh damn is it really? I must have accidentally locked it or something, how weird is that!”

“I don’t think that’s even possible to do Jungkook..” she continued “what were you getting up to? Hiding someone in there?”

You know she was only joking but the irony of it was enough to make Jungkook become even more defensive.

“No silly, that’s crazy! I just accidentally locked it from the inside is all.”

“Well unlock it back, I gotta use the bathroom!”

“Then use the downstairs one.”

“What the fuck why? When’s there’s a perfectly good bathroom in front of me, stop with this nonsense and just open it already!” She demands.

You couldn’t stop fidgeting now, this whole situation was about to get blown up in Jungkook’s face and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

#jungkook smut #bts x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader

[geetsjitters]

Okay how do we think the Bad Batch have each other's contact info in their phones?

Might I propose:

Hunter: Wreckz, 501st Reg (he's offered to change it but Echo thinks it's hilarious), Techy (Tech hates it), Crossballs, Omega

Wrecker: Echooo (he's proud of himself for coming up with the play on words), Ctosshair (fat fingered it and hasn't fixed it), Hunter (CO), Techy (when he heard that Tech hated it he copied Hunter's idea), Mantell Mix Dealer (Omega)

Tech: CT-9901, CT-1409, CT-9903, CT-9904, Omega ("what? It's more organized this way")

Echo: Hunt-Daddy, IT Assistance, Cross ham, Wrecking ballz, C-Force (it's an inside joke between Echo and Omega that no one else understands)

Crosshair: deleted his contacts

Omega: Hunter, DO NOT ANSWER, Techno, Speedway (again, no one other than Echo gets the joke), Wrecka (genuinely thinks that's how he spells it)

#bad batch #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #notes app

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hello! I love your writing sm!! I was wondering if I could request promts 13 and 17 from your promt lost with crosshair or wrecker?

Hello hello!

Thank you so much, gives me the warm and fuzzies knowing folk like my writing 🥰

Part of me wanted to write this for Wrecker but it ended up screaming 'Crosshair'

Better than Nothing

Your little scheme during a night out on shore leave doesn't go according to plan - but that's okay, Crosshair has another plan in mind that's just as fun.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: established relationship, teasing, grinding, thigh riding, pet names, naked reader and clothed Cross, some armour on, praise, dirty talk, implied oral (f!receiving), implied PiV, one use of ‘daddy’, D/s tones, very light choking, light marking, heavy eye contact, light (non-toxic) possessiveness, they be secure in this relationship.

Your whine reverberates around the hotel room, lips pressed into a pout as you watch Crosshair lean back on the couch that’s shoved up against one of the walls. That stupidly handsome smirk tilts his lips, hawkish eyes raking over your body.

You’d taken advantage of a brief stint of shore leave, booking several hotel rooms and heading out into the city. A nearby bar had seemed like a good idea, and all of you had piled into a booth. You’d all chatted and drank for a while, but when glasses were empty, you’d headed up to the bar for another round, only to be approached and hit on.

You might’ve played into it, batted your eyelashes and leaned in towards the stranger. It had lasted two minutes before Crosshair appeared over your shoulder, scaring away your new friend.

Before you could say anything, he’d dragged you outside and back to the hotel, leaving his brothers in the booth. Two years as their civilian handler had taught you a lot, in particular, that Crosshair enjoyed your little games, and the resulting sex was more spectacular than usual.

This time, however, he wasn’t playing into your plan.

Crosshair can see the frustration on your face, and your adorable pout pulls a small chuckle from him as he pats one of his thighs. He knows the little game you sometimes play, and while he’s usually happy to indulge you, he wants you to work for it this time. “It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.” He states, voice low and slow. If someone had told him two years ago, when you’d first joined them, that he’d end up enamoured with you, he’d have scoffed. And yet now, he couldn’t fathom not having you around.

You weigh your options, eyes flitting down to the thigh plate he’d slid on while your back had been turned. You appreciated the gesture – the friction from his jeans would be unbearable – but you also knew the act wasn’t wholly selfless. He’d always gotten some sort of kick out of seeing you wearing or using his armour.

Playing along, for now, you step closer, fingers finding purchase on his knee. You go to straddle his thigh, but slender fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Clothes off, doll.” Crosshair insists, watching the flick of emotions across your face. Your hand pulls back from his knee, and he watches as you reach for the hem of your dress, shimmying it up and off your body. Kicking off your shoes, your bra follows, discarded on the floor, and then you’re bending down, prying down your panties until they’re off, too.

Holding out a hand expectantly, Crosshair waits for you to give them to him, and when you do, he tucks them into the front pocket of his jeans. You could have them back later.

He pats his thigh again, eyes roving across your naked body, a low rumble of delight starting in his chest as you move, straddling his leg, slowly sinking down until your pussy is pressed against the plastoid.

You shiver at the contact, the coolness of his armour contrasting your body’s heat. One of your hands finds its way to his shoulder to steady yourself, toes barely brushing the carpet. Eyes finding him, your teeth sink into your lower lip as anticipation coils in your belly. As much as you’d pouted earlier, you were excited about this.

Shifting a hand to your hip, Crosshair gently squeezes your body. “Grind.” He commands. “Grind on my thigh, kitten. Go on. Nice and slow.”

You start small, a gentle roll of your hips that brings the faintest twitch of a smile to his lips, the cool plastoid between your thighs beginning to warm up.

“Attagirl.” Crosshair coos, delighted at how easily you follow his instructions. He doesn’t feel much of anything through the thigh plate other than your weight, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of you, hips rolling, your fingers digging into his shoulder, naked and needy, makes his half-hard cock twitch. “There you go. Keep going.” He encourages, his hand on your hip helping guide your movements.

Grinding down, your clit presses against the plastoid, pleasure shooting through you. Your slick provides glide, a whine leaving your lips as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut. The warmth starts to build in your belly. You reach out blindly with your free hand, searching for Crosshair.

“Want me to touch you, pretty girl?” He can read you like a book and knows the soft touches make you feel loved. Your little nod pulls a smirk from him. “Use your words.”

Head tipping forward, you open your eyes to catch his gaze, hips still rolling, pleasure still building. You know the eye contact does it for him. “Please. Want you to touch me. Wanna feel your hands on my tits.” You tell him sweetly, enjoying the way his eyes darken.

“See. That wasn’t so hard.” Crosshair murmurs, bringing his free hand up to brush across your collarbone, fingers dancing over your body. His hand sweeps down, palm finding your breasts, which he grasps gently, squeezing the soft mounds. “So beautiful.” He leans forward, peppering open-mouthed kisses to them, drawing a nipple into his mouth. He sucks, laving his tongue across the stiffened peak. Your moan is delightful, as is your hand on the back of his head, holding him close as you continue grinding on his thigh. Pulling back after a moment, his fingers tweak your nipple, making you gasp.

“Cross...” You moan his name. Your body is on autopilot, desperately chasing the high you know Crosshair can give you. Glancing down as he pulls back, you spot the telltale bulge in his pants. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and your hand that was on his head reaches downward.

You’re stopped mid-motion, wrist caught by slender fingers. You whine a little in frustration, but it turns into a soft sigh as Crosshair brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of it. “No, kitten. You need to come first.”

You know that’s the rule – it has been since the first time you tumbled into bed together. Most people assume he’s selfish, perhaps even cold and unfeeling. But you’re privy to who he is away from prying eyes, who he truly is, and he’s far from any of those things.

“You want to come, pretty girl?” Crosshair asks, lowering your hand from his mouth to press your palm against his chest, leaving it there, letting you feel the heavy thud of his heart. He knows you’re close already; he can see it in your eyes, the draw of your brow, and the way your chest heaves and your hips roll. “Tell me how much you want it.” He insists, his hand on your hip guiding you just that little bit faster now.

He’s always loved hearing you speak, hearing exactly what you want. He’s never denied you anything, so long as you tell him. “I wanna come. Please. Wanna come all over your thigh – all over your armour. Mark it up. Make a mess.” You babble, hips shifting that bit quicker, the warmth in your belly almost an inferno. “Only you make me feel this way.” You tack on, breath coming in short pants.

Your words are like music to his ears, but there’s one thing left for you to say. Crosshair reaches out, lightly grabbing your throat, bringing your faces close together. “You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He asks, taking in your lust-blown eyes and the fast beat of your pulse under his fingers. You were always so receptive to this. “You’re not going to indulge unsuspecting civi’s and make me mark my territory. You’re going to be a good girl.”

There’s a hint of playfulness in your gaze, and Crosshair loves you even more for it. He knows you’re only playing when you indulge civilians, and he’s happy to play along, to scare them off and then bend you over the nearest surface as funishment. After a year together, he knows you’re not interested in anyone else.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly – not enough to hurt you, never to hurt you. This is all part of the play. “Now, I’ll ask again. Are you going to be good for me?”

Something about having his fingers wrapped around your throat makes you feel secure. While others might be terrified of your super soldier, you feel safe with him. Your hips are still rolling, the little back and forth throwing fuel on the fire, and the edge is so close. You momentarily let his words hang in the air, just to push back a little before you nod. “Won’t indulge unsuspecting civi’s again.” You agree.

“Good girl.” Crosshair praises, satisfied with your answer, before he draws you in for a bruising kiss. As your lips part, he presses his forehead to yours, sharp eyes glancing down to watch you ride his thigh. His armour is shiny with your wetness, and he licks his lips. He can’t wait to taste you. Eyes lifting, he meets your gaze. “Come. You’re allowed to. Come real kriffing pretty for me.”

You grind down a little harder, breath stuttering as you chase release. A few more rocks of your hips, clit brushing against the worn plastoid, and you’re thrown over the edge. Pleasure slams into you, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as you’re swept along for the ride. Keeping your eyes open and locked on his, knowing how much he loves it, your lips part with a cry of his name. 

Pride blooms in Crosshair’s chest. You were always gorgeous, but it hits differently when you’re in the throes of pleasure. Soft noises slip from his lips as he watches you ride through the high. “There you go, kitten. So good for me, making a mess on my armour.” He whispers, the hand around your throat sliding up to smooth across your face and through your hair. “Feel good, pretty girl?”

His cock aches, but he ignores it, focusing instead on taking care of you. Your little nod at his question has a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He finds the little trembles still working through your body adorable. “Not done with you yet, though. Wanna taste that pretty little pussy of yours and then pound you into the mattress until you can’t take it anymore. Fill you up so you never forget who you belong to.” He rasps, enjoying the way your breath catches. “Sound good, princess?”

The pleasure starts to recede, and you nod again, not trusting yourself to speak. Heart pounding, you catch your breath, absorbing the hungry look in Crosshair’s eyes. Even now it still astounds you that he loves you, that he hadn’t scoffed when you’d quietly confessed your feelings to him while on watch together in the cockpit of Marauder between missions.

Waiting for you to catch your breath, Crosshair leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips, hand smoothing down to your hip so he can hold you. “But first, you’re gonna lick my armour clean.” He decides, scooting you back slightly to free his thigh plate. It glistens with your slick, and his cock twitches at the sight. With one hand, he unlatches it before holding it up right in front of your face. “Go on. Clean up the mess you made.”

You lean in, holding his gaze, one hand still on his shoulder while the other rests against his chest, and you slowly drag the flat of your tongue across the smooth planes of the armour. The tang of yourself hits your tongue, along with a faint trace of the cleaner he uses to wipe down his kit after every mission. Your moan echoes in the room.

Crosshair’s cock is throbbing, pressing almost painfully against his pants. He desperately needs to be buried inside you soon. “Good girl.” He whispers, watching as you lap up every drop of your release. Once satisfied that you’ve done an excellent job, he discards the plate to the side, letting it drop to the floor before hauling you entirely into his lap. His lips meet yours for a fierce kiss, and he groans as you grind down on his cock.

Hands on your ass, he squeezes it, pushing himself up to stand. Your legs lock around him, and he carries you over to the bed, laying you down, pinning you beneath him. He grinds down against you, chuckling at your mewl of pleasure. Lips dragging down your throat, Crosshair bites down gently, enjoying the moan that escapes you. Continuing, he presses kisses to your breasts, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches your stomach until he hauls you to the edge of the bed and finally kneels between your thighs. A wicked smirk crosses his lips as he looks up the length of your body. “Legs spread, pretty girl. Daddy isn’t done with you yet.”

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[zoeykallus]

😍 The BB husband HC is so cute! I'd love to read a similar set but maybe like a little old lady vendor, who just assumes they're a couple, hints that it won't be long before they're hearing the pitter patter of little feet? They're so sweet and funny about just the idea of being the readers husband, the idea that they could be making babies with her might make them explode 😂

Thanks for all the brilliant HCs 💚

Aloha!

Thanks, love to read that! It was fun writing them, too. Now I do like this idea, let me see what I can do with that 😊

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

Warnings: Mostly Fluffy/Partly Slightly Suggestive/Pre Relationship

Initial Situation:

At a fruit and vegetable market on Batuu with tons of open-air stalls, you are approached by an elderly lady, a trader selling tea herbs.

"You two are such a beautiful couple, I bet it's only a matter of time before you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet"

Hunter

Hunter is chewing on the piece of apple he has in his mouth. You bought some fruit from a stall earlier. He smiles a little stupidly, politely, but doesn't immediately understand what is being said. It takes him a moment to put the words into context.

The moment he realizes what the old lady has just said, his eyes widen, and he chokes on the apple, a piece getting stuck in his throat.

"Hunter?" you ask worriedly and pat him on the back.

He suddenly coughs up the piece of apple and onto the floor, clears his throat and gasps for air. He adjusts his hair and bandana just to keep his nervous fingers occupied.

The older lady giggles and says conspiratorially to you, "Maybe you'd better find someone with better survival skills, you want to pass on the best genes"

Hunter clears his throat and says downright indignantly, "If anyone has survival skills, it's me"

The older lady grins, her laugh lines clearly visible around her eyes as she says, "He certainly has good ears"

As you continue walking, you say with amusement, "That almost sounded like you were applying to be the father of my children"

Hunter blinks several times, laughs nervously and finally says, "Um, well, I just wanted to make it clear that I do have my qualities"

You grin and say, "I know," and give him a kiss on the cheek that makes his ears flush.

Echo

He stares at the elderly lady for quite a while without blinking, Echo doesn't dare to look at you.

The old lady says to him bemusedly, "You have to blink now and again, otherwise your eyes will dry out"

Echo blinks several times, clears his throat, then his gaze swings briefly in your direction. When he sees your smile, his cheeks and ears heat up. He scratches the back of his head nervously with the scomp link and looks at the teas on the old lady's stand.

The lady laughs softly, "So shy?"

Echo clears his throat and says quietly, "We're not even a couple yet"

"Not yet," the lady emphasizes with a broad grin.

Echo's gaze quickly flits over to you again, and he sees you biting your lower lip with a grin.

He grins too and says, "'Yet'"

When your eyes meet, you both grin like idiots in love.

The older lady laughs again, "You two are so clearly into each other"

Echo clears his throat, straightens up, straightens his shoulders and says with a grin, "Maybe so, but the little feet thing can wait a little longer"

Wrecker

"Huh?"

Wrecker was only half-listening, his eyes roaming over the colorful packets of tea and his nose sniffing the various scents. His huge figure is bent over the stand. He straightens up again and looks questioningly from one to the other.

The old lady repeats her statement and after a brief hesitation, Wrecker laughs almost shyly.

"The lady and I aren't even a couple yet," he finally says with a wry grin.

"You should change that," says the old woman with conviction, "you two are a wonderful match, at least at first glance"

Wrecker looks over at you and smirks, "Yes, I think we should"

Your cheeks and ears heat up, and you can't stop grinning.

"But one thing at a time," says Wrecker, amused, and reaches out his hand towards you. You place your hand in his, a little nervously, and he gently pulls you closer to him and the stand. Then he asks the elderly lady, "What about tea for lovebirds?"

The old lady grins and points to a row of her beautifully packaged tea herbs.

"I have a few things to offer"

Tech

He seems almost a little lost without the holopad in his hand. The pad is on his belt, he has devoted his attention entirely to you and this little excursion today, and you feel really flattered. It's so rare that he lets this thing out of his hand.

Tech looks at the older lady questioningly, her statement has completely passed him by, he can't put it into any logical context.

"Well," he says matter-of-factly, "First of all, we're not a couple. Secondly, I don't understand the reference to small feet. My companion's feet aren't that small either"

You burst out laughing, but disguise it as a cough because you don't want him to think you're making fun of him.

Tech comes closer and strokes your back worriedly.

"You're not going to get sick, are you?"

You shake your head.

"No, no, it's fine"

Tech is so different with you than with other people, you've noticed, he's gentler, more caring. You're sure he likes you a lot more than he perhaps even realizes himself.

"He doesn't seem the brightest," giggles the older lady.

Tech frowns, "I understood the implication, and I can assure you, good lady, you're unlikely to meet anyone smarter than me"

"And a little arrogant"

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock and looks from one to the other, panicking that he may have made the wrong impression on you too. But you give him a warm, infectious smile that makes him feel like he's melting.

"She was talking about children," you say softly.

"Children?… Oh, I see," Tech says and swallows.

He suddenly looks very nervous.

"To have children you have to be intimate first and we're not"

"Not yet," you say quietly.

His head jerks in your direction, surprised, startled, curious.

You slowly move away from the stand as you talk, and the old lady looks after you, shaking her head.

"You'd be interested in a more intimate relationship with me?" Tech asks matter-of-factly, though there is a small, nervous tremor in his voice.

When you smile at him again, a storm of emotions is released inside him, but he remains calm on the outside. Your small, quiet "yes" sends his pulse racing and conjures up a smile on his lips.

Crosshair

Crosshair just frowns, looks at the older lady, then at you and sees you shrug your shoulders. He doesn't really know how to react to the statement. For now, he remains calm.

His gaze wanders over the teas.

"This one," says the lady, holding it out to Crosshair, "You could buy it for your wife, it helps to prepare her for conception and has an aphrodisiac effect."

Crosshair smiles, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the old lady again.

Finally, he says, "Children are not my thing. But the process that precedes the whole thing is"

You blink several times and listen intently as Crosshair talks to the old lady. You are so fascinated by the scene, his demeanor, that you just watch in silence.

The elderly lady giggles and shows him a few other teas and says conspiratorially, "These all have an aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing effect"

"Perfect," says Crosshair with a dirty little grin and has three different varieties wrapped up.

With the paper bag of teas under his left arm, he invitingly holds out his right arm to you. You hook onto him, almost hypnotized, and look up at him.

"How about it? You and me tonight, and a whole lot of tea?"

You blink and feel yourself getting hot. A wide smile creeps onto your face.

Crosshair smirks and says, "That looks like a 'yes'"

You nod and say, "This could be interesting"

Crosshair says smugly, "I promise you it will be"

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Cupcakes & Kisses

there’s no way a snow day spent indoors with your boyfriend could possibly go wrong, right? then again… most people’s significant other isn’t choi seungcheol.

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

genres/tropes: fluff, smut (MDNI 18+, or you will be blocked), established relationship, slice of life, idol cheol, office worker au (feat. kep1er yu jin, fromis_9 ha young, le sserafim chae won), snowed in

word count: 3.3k

warnings: love-drunk cheol, pussy-whipped cheol, DIRTY TALK (i apologize for going off so much; you wouldn’t believe me if i said i wrote this while darl+ing & crush on loop), cheol has an oral fixation, fellatio/oral (m receiving), CHEOL IN SPECS (yes, this IS VERY much a warning; i’ve had a severe cheol in specs kink/brainrot for months as a result of this weverse live), a solid 2.2k of this is just PuRe FiLtH, my mind shifted to WONU’S “tasty” meme for a hot minute (i beg, pls don’t come for me🤭), heavy use of pet names (cheol calls reader… angel, darling, my love, princess, baby girl. reader calls cheol… cheolie, babe, daddy), light daddy kink (daddy is more just used as a title here), size kink (if you squint... bc i am a proprietor of the CHEOL MONSTER COCK agenda), mentions of breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI's when being intimate with a partner y'all), cum play/eating, kitchen sex (idk, there’s no p in v action here, but cheol does get the gawk gawk 3000 so i put it here just in case), let me know if i missed something luvvies!

suggestive/smutty prompt no.12 “I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking.”

request: yes; long overdue; written for my winter event (so sorry for the delay, my dear annonie!! I hope you come across this post)

notes: Happy Valentine’s, my luvvies!! 💋💌🌹 My first fic of 2023 is here, and it’s for none other than one of my main bias wreckers… carats and seventeen’s general leader, our daddu MR. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 🍒 I hope 2023 has been good to you so far, and I hope regardless of whether you have a valentine or not, you can use this time of year as a reminder to share your love with those who are most important to you. 

a/n 2: thank you for the likes, but feedback and reblogs are always greatly appreciated (especially on my lengthier pieces) 💖

Waking up alone, to the feeling of ice-cold, empty bed sheets, this moment in time was undoubtedly the furthest from how you envisioned the day would go. But, you’re really in no mood to complain about that. Finding Seungcheol’s side of the bed unmade and devoid of his warmth is a relatively regular occurrence in the morning, as it’s not all that uncommon for him to fall asleep in his studio, or come home from practices, recordings, and schedules after you’ve gone off to work. But, you know for a fact that Seungcheol did come home by midnight and slept with you last night. Well… you’re 90% sure he came home. Yes, you were in a bit of a daze, but you vividly recall the dip of Seungcheol's side of the bed as two big, strong arms pulled you close, his distinct woodsy scent filling your nostrils as he snuggled up to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. So, upon stretching your arm out and feeling nothing but the freezing, wrinkled white sheet, you are initially confused, but you just assumed he had something to attend to right away. However, you received quite the surprise when you made your way to the kitchen with the intention of making yourself breakfast. 

Rolling out of your shared king bed, in your fluffy polar bear slippers and a pair of black satin sleep shorts which are covered by one of Seungcheol’s old t-shirts you stole when you first started dating… you stroll into the living room and push the curtains open. Tidying up here and there, you silently scold “yesterday’s you” for neglecting to at least clean up a bit instead of binging your favorite drama. Collecting the bit of trash left on the coffee table, you continue along toward the kitchen. Like a deer caught in headlights, you stand in place, in awe and disbelief of what’s in front of you. “C-c-cheolie?” You inquire, looking quizzingly at the presence of your boyfriend standing in the kitchen at 8 in the morning. He stands there at the kitchen counter with his jet-black hair perfectly fluffy and styled to perfection. Just a strand or two has strayed away from its place and is softly draping over one of his eyebrows. He is wearing his silver-rimmed, round-frame glasses with his famous balenciaga t-shirt and medium wash jeans, that only cheol can manage to make look fashionable. A cozy, college boyfriend, domestic Seungcheol with his specs on is a rare sight. So you find yourself silently appreciating this cheol, and thanking whatever forces have blessed you with this view. 

“Mhmm. Mornin’, my angel. Did you sleep well, darling?” Cheol grins, taking you into his embrace and pressing soft, light kisses to the side of your neck. You melt right into his arms and bury your face into his well-defined, pillowy chest. “Mhm-hmm. I always have the best sleep of my life whenever you’re laying next to me, and cuddling with me, cheol.” You giggle, shivering from the chill in the air and the spine-tingling sensation of Seungcheol’s kisses. “Oh, I know, baby girl. You were clinging onto me last night as if I would disappear.” He chuckles, shifting to kiss you on the forehead. “I- I just want to absorb and cherish every chance I get to be in your arms, cheolie. I l-like it when you h-h-hold me close.” You shyly reply. “Anyways. You’re usually out of the house around this time. What are you doing here? Do you have the day off, babe?” You ask, switching subjects by sweetly laughing and looking up at your boyfriend in pure adoration. 

“Ahh, yeah. I suppose I do, princess. I was getting ready to head out to the company, but then our manager texted me about an hour ago saying we wouldn’t be having practice today because there’s a bone-deep chill settling in, and most of the city is blanketed in thick billows of snow. What about you, my beautiful girl? Do you have to go into the office today, darling?” Seungcheol lightheartedly laughs, looking down into your eyes and pushing a strand of your wavy shoulder-length hair behind your ear. “Oh, uh-uh… well, my boss is out of the country on a business trip. So, I don’t have to go into the office, per se. But, Yujin unnie, Hayoung unnie, Chaewon, and I were going to meet up for coffee and lunch. Though, I’m guessing plans might change if it’s gloomy outside.” You explain, words slightly muffled by the fact you’re still leaning against Seungcheol’s chest. 

Just then your phone dings, indicating that you have a new text. Pulling away from cheol a bit, you retrieve your phone from the pocket of your shorts. Cheol watches as you read the message, with a hopeful expression on his face. You pout a little bit as you read over the text Yujin sent through to the group chat. “Oh. I- I guess, I don’t have anything going on today after all. The girls all agreed it’s way too cold outside to even go cafe hopping.” You mutter, feeling a bit mopey about the news. A mischievous smirk spreads across Seungcheol’s face at the sudden revelation. Cheol wraps his arms around your waist again and sways you side to side. “How unfortunate, my love. Shall we have a stay-at-home winter date then, princess? Hot cocoa-” The man proposes, quickly getting cut off by you. “With mini marshmallows?” You cutely bargain. 

He laughs as he pinches your adorably chubby cheeks. “With all the mini marshmallows you want, angel. And of course, whip cream, valentine’s sprinkles, and as a treat, some chocolate-covered strawberries on the side. I’m not some holiday monster, darling.” Seungcheol coos, pulling you closer, despite already being pressed up against you. “Of course, you’re not. You’re my Cheolie. You can’t be a holiday monster when you’re the sweetest boyfriend ever. Yes, yes, yes!!! I love the idea of all of that, babe. Oh, and c-can we?” You shyly ponder, cheeks flushing redder than a red panda. “What is it, baby girl? You can tell me,” he asks, trying not to coo at how adorable you look when you get flustered. “Can we bake some cupcakes? I-I wanna take some to give your mom the next time we go to visit her.” You ask. “You- Y-y-you want to give my mom some cupcakes when we visit her this weekend? Oh, princess. How could I say no to that? Of course, we can. God, I love how warm you are to my mum, as if she were your own. Well, I guess she kinda is your mum now since I intend to make you my Mrs. Choi.

The cupcake-making process was relatively easy one could say. Well, truthfully, it was about as easy as it possibly can be when you have a love-drunk, pussy-whipped simp named Choi Seungcheol in the kitchen. Every time you scooped some batter into the liners of the cupcake tin, you were met with a passionate, lingering kiss from your cheolie. Hell, at one point in the process, he even scooped up some of the batter on his middle and ring fingers, and held his fingers near your mouth, silently encouraging you to take his fingers in, wrap your lips around the digits, and lick the chocolate off. His eyes gloss over with lust, adoration, and love as you make eye contact while having his two fingers deep inside your mouth. “How is it, princess? Good? Is the batter tasty?” Seungcheol questions, biting his lip in an attempt to will his hardening arousal from growing bigger. 

Awakening the little shit, teasing, scheming vixen within, you choose to take the course of riling Seungcheol up. “You tell me, cheolie. I think it tastes pretty good, but I could think of some tastier things around us. Can you?” You seductively purr, doe eyes and long lashes batting innocently. He scoffs in disappointment, but not surprised by the attitude shift from you. “Really? You’re gonna play it that way, princess. Do you really wanna go there? Because daddy can play just as hard, baby girl.” Seungcheol growls huskily, unleashing his daegu satoori in response. 

Ever the mischievous, bratty sub you are, you don’t simply give in like that. Seungcheol may be everything you could’ve asked for and more… yes, he is the only man you’ll ever want to be intimate with. But that doesn’t mean he can just get it for free. Even the sexiest of men gotta work for it, right? Mustering the biggest puppy dog eyes you can pull off, you tilt your head to the side, clasp your hands together, and work it, “Come on. Oh. Daddy wants to play, huh? Well, guess what, daddy? Two can play that game.” You smile innocently and giggle, before kissing cheol on the cheek. After which, you take the first pan of cupcakes and stick them in the oven to bake. “Oh ho ho. I’m not letting you get away with that, princess. In the end, daddy’s gonna be the one laughing. On. Your. Knees. Now.” He warns. 

“Oh, f-fuck. Yes, that’s it. You’re doing so good sucking on my cock like that. You’re daddy’s little cockslut, yeah?” Cheol groans, gripping your hair tightly into a makeshift ponytail. His head is tipped back and resting against the cabinet door behind him. You briefly pull off his length, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip. “Mhm-hmm. Yes, daddy. I’m forever daddy’s personal cockslut. Am I making you feel good, daddy? You curse so much and pull on my hair so hard every time your big, juicy cock bulges in my throat. Oh, does that turn you on, daddy? You’re already gushing so much and I’ve hardly done anything. Does the sight of my tiny mouth struggling on your thick member get you harder?” You suggestively moan out, jerking the man off, thumb and index finger not even touching while holding his dick. 

You mischievously smirk up at Seungcheol’s reaction, taking his balls in between your lips and sucking on them, before eventually taking his cock back into your mouth. “D-did you j-just?? Oh my god! Did you just suck on my balls, princess?!” He loudly groans, accidentally hitting the top of his head on the cabinet handle. You pull away for breath again and giggle at the flustered and shaken state of your boyfriend. “Hehe. Yep. Did you like that? Did it feel good when I gave your balls some attention, daddy? They’re so heavy. Fuck, you’re holding so much cum for me, aren’t you daddy? I can’t wait to feel all your cum flooding inside my tight little cunt. You’ll fill my little pussy with all your cum, right, daddy? You’re gonna breed me and make me a mommy, yeah?” You lowly whisper, jerking his erection even more. 

“Nghh. That was so fucking hot, angel. For a second, it felt like I went to another dimension. It felt damn good, princess. Shit, shit, shittt! You’re making daddy feel so damn good. Keep going just like that, and I’ll be unloading my cum down your little throat. Oh, baby girl, when I’m done with you, there’s no way you won’t be bred and knocked up with my babies. I’mma make damn sure you become the momma of my babies, princess.” He runs on, as his grip on your hair tightens even more. 

“Oh, fucking fuck…. How did I ever manage to snatch up a beauty queen like you? Everything about you turns me on, angel. Your pretty eyes, the way you look at me so innocently even though I corrupted you a long time ago. Your cute hairstyles and how every one just accentuates your gorgeous face even more. Your soft, pink, plump lips that pout at me whenever you’re mad or want something. Or how your lips get so swollen every time we kiss or make out for a bit too long,” Your eyes glaze over further with lust and desire for Seungcheol. Moaning around his length, one of your hands can’t help but slip down toward your core and start rubbing circles on your clit. Fucking hell, Choi Seungcheol and his masters in dirty talk.

“And the way you struggle on my cock, yet take it like a champ. Your cute little hands and how tiny they look in mine. Of course, I can’t forget about your beautiful tits and how I can easily hold them in my hands. Oh, and the way your perky little nipples harden just from a little clit play. Or the way your breath hitches just slightly when I take them in my mouth to suck and bite on them. Oh, I can’t forget about your tiny, tight, soaking cunt. The way your little cunt stretches just to take my cock deep inside your walls, the way it tightens around me with every thrust. The way the stretch of my cock inside your cunt makes your stomach bulge every time I fuck you so good that my length kisses your cervix. And then there’s the way you so enthusiastically take everything I have to give you, even begging me to breed you like you’re nothing more than my little cumdump. ‘M close, princess. I wanna paint your pretty tits and cute little face in my cum. Can I, angel? Can I cover you in my cum?” Cheol pants, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. Quickly pulling off from his big, thick, throbbing dick with a pop, you press a quick kiss to the tip. 

“Mhmm. It’s so fucking sexy when you talk like that. Oh god, I’m fucking soaking my panties now, daddy. I love how you get so love-drunk and pussy-whipped for me every time I suck you off, cheolie. Oh yeah? You wanna cover my face and tits in ropes of your cum, huh? Go ahead. You know you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, only yours. You don’t have to ask, daddy. Just wanna make you feel good, wanna be a good good girl for my daddy. Wanna be daddy’s little princess. Wanna do everything my daddy wants. Come for me, all over me, daddy. Don’t care if it’s messy, just want daddy’s cum. Paint me in endless ropes of your warm, thick cum. Let it go, babe. Come for me, please? I need your cum all over me, daddy. Paint me in your cum, and then fuck it into my little cunt, daddy.” You seductively moan, fucked out just from giving your man what is probably one of the blowjobs of his life. 

“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes! Fuckkk. I’m coming. Oh shit, nghh. So good, princess. So so fucking good for me. Fucking hell. Oh fuck, it’s a lot of cum, darling. Oh god. Oh my god, yes. I’m coming- I’m fucking coming. Get ready for my load, baby girl. Daddy has a big load coming for you. You took such good care of daddy, and now, daddy’s gonna reward you with all his cum.” Seungcheol deeply groans, hands winding even tighter in your hair, despite already being inhumanely strong. When Seungcheol finally comes to his long-awaited climax, he takes one hand from your hair and grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look right into his brown eyes as he unloads every last drop of his cum on almost every region of your body. After he comes down from the haze of his high and gains some semblance of post-nut clarity, he immediately loosens the grip he has on your hair. Cheol brings his middle and ring fingers toward your chest, scooping some of his cum from the valley of your breasts, and brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips. 

You once again, welcome the presence of his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around the two digits, this time instead of cupcake batter, you are sucking the remnants of his sweet and salty cum off his fingers. “Baby girl, are you really trying to make me pop another boner, right now? Because if you keep giving me bambi-eyes and batt your pretty little lashes at me one more time, I’m not gonna hesitate to take you back to bed and make good on my promise to you one sexy ass expecting momma.” Seungcheol huskily warns. “What if I want that, cheolie? What if I wanna be bred by daddy, like the little naughty cumslut I am? Hmm?” You laugh, sticking your tongue out to show that you swallowed the cum he fed you. 

“Oh, just you wait and see. I’m gonna breed my baby real good. You’re in for it, princess. I’m not stopping till at least one of my loads takes and fertilizes in your womb. How is it, princess?” Cheol chuckles, watching closely as you lick your lips. “Mhmm. Oh shit. Mhmm… yes, daddy. So much cum… so so good. It’s so tasty, cheolie. You’re the tastiest, daddy. But, why waste your perfect cum when we could put it to better use pumping my tight cunt full of cum so much that I definitely end up getting pregnant with your babies.” You whisper, winking at the man standing in front of you. Seungcheol pulls you up, grabs a towel, and goes over to the sink to wet it. A few seconds later, he comes back over to you and helps clean you up a bit. Once he’s done, he throws it in the laundry pile along with your pajamas as well as his pants and boxer briefs. He washes his hands at the sink, then walks back over to you, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss. He can taste himself mixed with your cherry vanilla lip balm, but cheol is used to that by now. “C-c-cheolie!! What are you doing?” You squeal, swatting at his chest. 

“Relax, angel. I’m going to stick the second batch of cupcakes in the oven now, but I wanted a kiss first. Why are you so flustered by me kissing you, princess? You weren’t so shy a minute ago when you were sucking the soul out of me thru my cock. Besides, is it now a crime to want to kiss my girlfriend?” Seungcheol remarks, once again cooing at how your adorableness levels increase whenever you get flustered. He sees how you pout in response to his coos, and chuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezing your hip with his free hand. You watch in silence at the humorous, yet somehow ultra-domestic sight of your half-naked boyfriend placing the baking tray of cupcakes in the oven like everything is completely normal. 

A few minutes later, Cheol closes the oven door and sets the timer for the cupcakes on his phone. Seungcheol then turns to face you and opens his arms waiting for you to come into his embrace. Like a giddy school girl whose boyfriend is waiting for her in the car park, you jump into Seungcheol’s arms and kiss all over his face. He holds you tight in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent. Like a starved vampire, he begins sucking harder on the already forming hickeys along your neck. The two of you simply enjoy the peace, reveling in the silence, while being in each other’s presence for a little bit. 

Seungcheol places you back down on the kitchen floor and stares deeply into your eyes, smiling cutely at you. The two of you maintain the comforting silence and deep eye contact for just a few more minutes before Seungcheol is breaking it with an unexpected question. You nearly choke on your own saliva as your eyes bulge out in shock at his question. 

“The timer is set for 25 minutes. Okay, your turn now, princess. That should be just enough time for what I have planned. I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking. I’mma make good on my plans to return the favor. So, what’d ya say, darling? Shall we go ahead and put my skills up to the ultimate test, baby girl?”

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[masterjedilenawrites]

if you want could you do some hcs for pet names for the bad batch? like maybe some joke pet names and some that they would like to be called?

Hunter: Loooves anything that puffs him up, makes him feel strong and manly or gives him authority. Stud, prince, handsome, tiger... He tries to brush it off or act annoyed, but it's obvious he's melting on the inside. He'll take whatever teasing comes from his brothers to hear you keep calling him that. Venture into sir or daddy territory, or just straight up call him hot, and you'll have him wrapped around your finger.

Wrecker: Nothing makes him laugh louder than a fun pet name. He'll gladly accept any and all configurations of words, especially when they end with a buns, cheeks, muffin, or poop. Yes, he is a child, but an endearing one. Some days he can't wait to hear what you come up with, and would be a little disappointed if you forgot or circled back to an old one that's lost its charm.

Tech: Doesn't understand pet names, so he could be called just about anything and he won't bat an eye. You'll have to try out all sorts of names, look for a reaction, and of course the most random one will earn it. Tech's ears will perk up and his heart will feel all fluttery. He'll ask you to say it again. Sexy brains. Oh yes, he quite likes that one.

Crosshair: Hates most pet names, to be honest, especially ones that are "cutesy" or silly. It makes him feel belittled, like you don't take him seriously or are making fun of him. He may tolerate something like dear from time to time, as it sounds more caring. And in more intimate moments, you can probably get away with sweetheart. Otherwise, he really just likes to hear the sweet sound of his own name.

Echo: Really likes the really tender, kind of old-timey names. He likes how they sound both warm and domestic as well as grand and musical. It can feel like a contrast to how he looks, part man and part machine. But he aspires to live up to those names every time he's called them. Darling is probably his absolute favorite, but he also likes Beloved, Lovely, and Sugar too.

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[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 6

Wrecker: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Tech: No, that's not how you make cookies. Omega: FLOOR IT!! Wrecker: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Tech: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Wrecker: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Crosshair: DO IT! Tech: NO-

Crosshair: You are an absolute fucking dork.  Wrecker, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!  Crosshair: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork. 

Echo: Can I have some? Hunter, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

Crosshair, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy. Echo: I will short out the language center of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Wrecker: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Hunter: What did you do?! Wrecker: NOBODY DIED! Hunter: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Echo: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl.... Omega: .... Tech: ..... Hunter: ...... Wrecker: ..Who? Echo: That's the thing we don't- *Everyone stares at Wrecker*

Omega: The floor is lava!  Hunter: *helps Tech onto the counter*  Crosshair: *kicks Wrecker off the sofa*  Echo: *lays on the floor*  Omega: ...Are you okay?  Echo: No. 

Crosshair: *coughs blood* Wrecker: Don't die, Crosshair! Crosshair: Don't tell me what to do!

*Hunter is cleaning the house and he finds an empty bottle of orange juice* Hunter: Clear orange juice? Hunter: Oh, it's empty. Echo, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

Crosshair: We can't lose. Because we have this. *points to his chest*  Echo: We have heart?  Crosshair: Heart? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to win this for us. 

Tech: *falls down the stairs* Omega: Are you okay? Echo: Stop falling down the stairs! Crosshair: How’d the ground taste?

Wrecker: I wasn’t that drunk. Echo: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Wrecker: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Echo: What if people had food names and food had people names? Tech: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Echo for dinner. Hunter: What is wrong with you people? Crosshair: Shut up, chocolate.

Crosshair: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Tech: You left me, Wrecker, and Omega in a parking lot at 2am a day ago. Crosshair: I did that on purpose, try again.

Tech: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Hunter: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Tech: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Hunter: But I heard a siren. Omega: That was Wrecker. Wrecker: Sorry, I got nervous.

Echo: Tell Crosshair off, Omega! Assert yourself! Omega: That's my ice cream! Echo: Good! Now let him have it!! Omega, handing Crosshair the ice cream: Here, you can have it!

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Echo: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Omega: ...I did. I broke it. Echo: No. No you didn't. Crosshair? Crosshair: Don't look at me. Look at Tech. Tech: What?! I didn't break it. Crosshair: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Tech: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Crosshair: Suspicious. Tech: No, it's not! Wrecker: If it matters, probably not, but Hunter was the last one to use it. Hunter: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Wrecker: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Hunter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Wrecker! Omega: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Echo. Echo: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Wrecker: Echo... Crosshair's been awfully quiet. Crosshair: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Echo, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Echo: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Echo: Echo: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Echo: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.  Crosshair: What changed your mind?  Echo: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

Tech: You guys worried about Wrecker?  Omega: Totally!  Hunter: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"  Tech: And what'd you say?  Hunter: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."  Omega:  Tech: He’s lucky to have you as a friend. 

Crosshair: You are a solid 11/10. Tech: Aw, thank- Crosshair: Which is 1.1 because you look like shit.

Hunter, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?  Crosshair: *half asleep* Hunter, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

Tech, to Crosshair: If Wrecker doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.  Wrecker, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Wrecker: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?  Tech: No, I said "Wrecker, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do!” and licked the swingset.

Tech: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn’t do it. Crosshair: I know. That’s why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Tech: Th-that’s not how that works-

Hunter: Hey, are you okay? Crosshair: Yeah. Hunter: You don’t look okay… Crosshair: Then stop looking. Tech: Ducks are better than rabbits.  Hunter: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.  Wrecker: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.  Hunter: We’re not talking about flavour, Wrecker!  Wrecker: Flavour counts!  Hunter: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?  Echo: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?  Hunter: Okay, but-  Echo: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?  Wrecker: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!  Hunter: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, WRECKER!  Wrecker: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, HUNTER!  Tech: I- Jesus-

Hunter: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Tech: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders?  Echo: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man.  Tech: THE WHO?  Echo: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

Wrecker: How did you break your leg?  Hunter: Do you see those porch stairs?  Wrecker: Yes.  Hunter: I didn't.

Crosshair: Who wants to make fifty bucks?  Omega: How?  Crosshair: I need someone to take the fall.  Omega: What did you do?  Crosshair: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.  Echo, from the other room: Oh my god.  Crosshair: ...  Echo: OH MY GOD!  Omega: Make it a hundred.  Crosshair: Deal.

Tech: Anything else?  Crosshair: Yeah. Stay away from me!  Tech: Alright. See you in the room we share.

Omega: I have a problem.  Crosshair: Kill it.  Omega: Can you chill for like, two seconds? Echo: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.  Tech: That is not something you actually have installed.  Echo: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

Tech, looking at a selfie of Wrecker’s: I hate this photo.  Wrecker: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.  Tech: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.  Wrecker: Up to kindness.

Tech: What do you do when someone offers you drugs?  Wrecker: Take them!  Hunter: Punch them in the neck!  Echo: Say thank you!  Crosshair: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!  Tech: …  Tech: No.

Hunter: Crosshair, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.  Crosshair: Why? I'm fine on the stand!  *flashback to Testimony #1*  Crosshair: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.  Crosshair, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.  *flashback to Testimony #2*  Crosshair: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?  Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?  *flashback to Testimony #3*  Crosshair: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.  Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

#incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #star wars memes

[ashfierce]

Okay so it's gonna be a bit controversial and it's just my own personal opinion so pls don't come for me 😔

I think the whole Xavier is always horny, wolf in sheeps clothing is getting to me like ngl maybe because I've read too much smut or the stories always have some sexual undertone when it comes to Xavier. I can no longer see him as a soft cute and chill dude !! Like I love Xavier, he's my bias wrecker but pls pls don't do this to me. Also Zayne.. like i understand he has that daddy vibes because he's caring and loving, very mature and sensible but him being a sex god in bed just puts me on the edge. Like my guy is touch starved - yes but after a long day of work, the last thing in his mind would be hot sex like c'mon.. we don't even get his card as steamy as Xavier or Rafayel's. That says something about him right???? Like he's a gentleman and ik that he'd be good at smex or whatnot ( maybe few kinks ) but not how it's presented. ( Or maybe it's just me 😞) I feel like he's more of quality time and taking care of you kinda guy !

Anyways this was something that I had in mind for a long time. not saying you shouldn't write smut or smexy time (( I love me them stories 😫💕 )) but it got to a point that even if I click Xavier fluff it's all smut !!! Again I'm really sorry if I offended you in any way it's just my opinion.... I love reading all the stories but it's just what I thought of because Xavier is such a cinnamon boi and I'm sure he's jealous I'm sure he's passionate but it's gets boiled down to him being a closet pervert or some dude who only thinks of smex.

Also adding this at last about Rafayel because idk how you guys always write him so accurately like if i read something related to him I'm kicking my feet because Ik that fuckker would do the same thing you guys have described like howwww ??

--- also just to add that me saying this doesn't mean that I see sex as a demeaning factor of a character's personality but if it gets repetitive, the credibility is lost. Xavier is much more complex and interesting than the people give him credit for. He's determined and clear headed not to mention chill and always calm so seeing that side of him is very contradictory !

#lnds xavier #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #lnd rafayel #xavier #rafayel

[breezemachine]

BAD BATCH SPOILERS

I JUST NEED TO WRITE DOWN MY THOUGHTS BECAUSE HOLLLYYYYY SHITTTTT.

Clone Spy

I had a feeling those Shadow Spy Clones were a red herring. Or at least based off the trailers, it was obvious they were trying to make it seem like Tech. And okay, the first Spy had so many Tech movements I was tripping. But then yeah it’s just not him.

BUTTTTT

THE 2ND MOTHERFUCKER! UHHHH AHHH UHHH GUYSSSS

Now. I want to say it’s not him. Just another herring. WHAT IS THIS A FUCKING TROUt POND

However, I’ve seen them damn parallel gifs. Could be coincidence the Spy 2 was limping and struggled out of the water… BUT THE FACT THIS GUY WAS CRUSHED BY ROCKS. AND FELL FROM A BIG HEIGHT (again???) AND HE’S STILL ALIVE AND HAVING THE CAMERA ON HIM.

GUYSSSSSS

If it’s not him then I’ll actually be really silly. For real this time. Saw an idea it could be Cody. That’d be crazy but they have 0 build up for it, so it’d be stupid if that’s what happened.

Oh wait, theory time. That Spy kept disobeying orders. Despite his efforts, the Batch always got away. Could he have been trying to save the team by making it more difficult for the Empire group? Sounds dumb but it’s raising my eyebrow

My old flames

Kept fucking saying “is that my husband?” “That’s not him” “MY HUSBAND” Guys idk what I’m on. This show has got me so fucking hyped. I’ve not been this level of feral; Needing to scream. In a hot minute

REXXXX AND CAPTAIN WOWZER

I thought Rex was Greer when they introduced him bc I thought they referred to him as Greer? That’s on me

He looks a little naked without his Pauldron but I’m glad he’s back. This[TBB S3] might be the last time we see him in TCW animation.

I’m not a Wolffe simp, but even I couldn’t resist going “DADDY’S HOMEEEE”

Clones. Old clones. My beloveds. Jesus Christ

PURPLE CLONE

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

Crosshair keeps skyrocketing on my positive opinion list

I always thought he was a prick.

S1: Hunter was my man. S2: Tech was my man.

S3: To be determined. I love how caring Wrecker truly is. And Crosshair tries

Before Omega said “you’re worse than Hunter”

I realized this was Cross’s way of caring. Without context or the character, he seemed pissy. He is. But he’s becoming a dilf

OMEGA AND CROSS WITH THE TOOTHPICKS. I bet Hunter is internally dying

I care about Omega so much jfc

In conclusion

I LOVE THE BAD BATCH SO MUCH

#spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #Star Wars spoilers #Star Wars #bad batch

[dangraccoon]

The Bad Batch Head Canons - Nicknames

The Bad Batch x You

Hunter

Platonic, You: this man won’t generally refer to you with much other than your name. He may call you “verd’ika” (private/little soldier) from time to time

Platonic, Him: you call him “sergeant” or “boss”, he tells you not to. This goes on continually, but Hunter doesn’t mind

Romantic, You: he tried a couple different nicknames for you but “sarad” or “sarad’ika” (flower or little flower) is what stuck best

Romantic, Him: if you call this man “hun” he won’t know if it’s a shortened version of Hunter or Honey and honestly he couldn’t be bothered to care; he loves it so much either way. Use his formal title and he absolutely will fuck you asap

Tech

Platonic, You: if you’re only friends, Tech probably won’t have a nickname for you, though he may pick up another batcher’s nickname for you if he thinks you enjoy it

Platonic, Him: if you’re the type to throw around nicknames, he’ll likely be confused but ultimately accepting of nicknames like “bud/buddy”

Romantic, You: this man for sure calls you “darling” and will occasionally use the mando’a “cyar’ika”

Romantic, Him: you are the only person in the universe that can call him “Techie” and he will adore it. If you refer to him as your “boyfriend”/“husband” or as “my man” he will melt immediately. If you call him “lover” he will go absolutely feral for for you

Wrecker

Platonic, You: if you are smaller than Wrecker, he will point it out. He’ll usually call you “little one”, even if you’re not that much smaller than him or a version of your name that’s shortened

Platonic, Him: as a counter to his, you call him “Big Guy” or something similar. It’s definitely giving Pike & Grog vibes

Romantic, You: when he gets feelings for you, he starts to use your actual name more often. He likes the sound of it.

Romantic, Him: you call him “babe” or “baby” and he will fall for you all over again, use his actual name or shorten it to Wreck he will be trying to get into your pants

Echo

Platonic, You: to be completely honest, I think Echo would just call you by your first name, or title if you outrank him

Platonic, Him: Echo already has a short name so he’ll definitely be confused if you start calling him “Eck” but he really likes it when you call him “hun”

Romantic, You: he definitely calls you “dear” in public situations and “sir/ma’am” in private ones

Romantic, Him: this man will respond to just about anything. Like those videos of dogs who will respond to the tone of their owner saying sit instead of the actual word, if you called him “newspaper” his attention would be on you.

Crosshair

Platonic, You: you cannot tell me this man doesn’t call you “babydoll” or “kitten”. That’s not my headcanon, I’m taking it as fact.

Platonic, Him: you like to call him “Crossy” to tick him off. It usually works. If you really want to get under his skin, call him “Hairy” but I cannot guarantee that you’ll see another sunrise

Romantic, You: He’s fond of calling you “darling”, but he’ll also drop the occasional “sugar” if he’s feeling frisky, or “fucker” if he’s had enough of your teasing

Romantic, Him: you can call this man anything you want and he will come running. He seems to prefer “sweetheart” over anything else though. Also he definitely has some kind of authority kink so anything in the realm of “sir/master/daddy” will immediately get you into the bedroom

#fanfiction #tech tbb #the bad batch #crosshair tbb #echo tbb #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #bad batch #bad batch fanfic #head canon #Headcanons #dangwriting #dangheadcanons

[yes-divine-ruler]

Stan Bowes (Evan Peters in Pose) x Fem!Reader Smut - “Daddy Issues” (18+)

CW: oral (both receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, daddy kink, affair

Words: 1647

Nobody would be on your side if you told them you were in love with a married man. All you were to everyone else was a home-wrecker, a naive child who didn’t know the damage she was doing.

Yet you stood in the apartment he bought you, making a meal with the groceries he paid for, drinking a glass of fine wine that he had brought to you a week ago. You could never do all this on your own. You did feel bad for his wife and children, but you’d feel worse if you never saw him again, and maybe you were selfish for that. Something about Stan Bowes was extraordinary, his handsome face and his toned, sculpted body, the way he treated you was not like any man your age would or could. He sent fresh flowers to your door every morning, and made sure he’d call you if he didn’t have time to come and see you, most of the time.

Being Stan Bowes’ little secret was the best thing in the world, until it wasn’t. You had to share the man of your dreams with a part of his life you weren’t apart of. The part of his life where he was a father, a husband, a son. Where he had responsibilities and priorities.

You waited patiently by your kitchen counter for the door bell to ring, tapping your acrylic nails on the marble until it drove you crazy. Stan was half an hour late already, the dinner you’d made him beginning to go cold. Sighing to yourself, you took your glass of red to the sofa and sunk down on it. You pulled out your mobile phone, tempted to send yet another message asking where he was, and when he’d be here.

When an hour passed, you gave up, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at your sad dinner arrangement, the tea lights in the centre of the table burnt to the end of their wicks, your wine bottle now empty. You threw your phone across the room, and let out an angry scream. This was the third night in a row he’d made arrangements to come and see you and didn’t show up.

You start to circle your apartment, pushing the plates off the dining table and onto the floor, tearing the sheer curtains off the curtain rods. You hit the mirror in the bathroom, causing it to shatter, your knuckles bloodied from the sharp glass. Were you really that unimportant that he’d forgotten about you three nights in a row?

That’s when the door bell rang and you hurried out of the bathroom to answer it, fixing your hair and dusting off your silk slip dress like nothing happened as you opened the door. Stan stood there, his face nothing short of apologetic as he pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back, melting into the scent of his expensive cologne, running a hand through his short hair.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I got caught up at work,” he mumbled into your hair as he pulled away to look at you.

“Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”he grabbed onto your bloodied hands, his eyes darting behind you at your trashed apartment.

“Nothing,” you hiccuped, the wine suddenly rushing to your head as Stan looked at you with a look of horror.

“Y/N, what the fuck happened?” He repeated himself slowly, pushing passed you and entering the apartment. You sighed and closed the door behind you, watching as he stepped over cracked porcelain plates and spilled Alfredo with his polished dress shoes.

“Did someone break in?”

He turned to look at you, your face stained with guilt.

“I’m sorry Stan, I got angry, I thought you weren’t coming again,” you bit your lip as his face twisted in anger.

“You can’t just fucking trash the apartment every-time I don’t come and see you, I have a fucking family Y/N, and they come first I told you that,” he ran a hand through his hair as a salty tear trailed down your cheek.

“But Stan-”

“Do you not realise everything I fucking do for you? You’re such an ungrateful brat,” he seethed, walking passed you to the front door and grabbing his coat on the way out.

“Stan please don’t go I’ll fix this I promise,” you begged, grabbing onto his arm before he left your apartment, “I’m so sorry daddy.”

He turned to you, his eyes still filled with rage but totally captivated by his pet name. It rung in his ears like sweet honey, the blood rushing straight to his cock as it came out your pretty lips.

You noticed Stan standing there frozen, and knew you’d said the right thing to make him stay.

“Come on, I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sorry,” you said just above a whisper, coming into his chest and loosening his red striped tie with your fingers, “you just need some loving right now.”

You shut the door behind Stan with your foot as he took a step back into your apartment. You pulled on the collar of his shirt and connected your lips. He fed on your seduction shamelessly, his fingernails clawing into your hips through your silk dress as he pulled you closer. Your tongue entered his warm mouth, tugging on his hair as his hands lifted up your dress.

You broke the kiss for a moment, Stan’s eyes shut firmly as he felt your body, “come to bed, daddy,”

You took his hand and pulled him to your bedroom, pushing him down on the bed as soon as you entered. He laid there, mesmerised by his mistress, as you slipped off the thin straps of your dress to reveal your bare breasts. He moaned as you straddled his lap, unbuttoning each of the buttons on his dress shirt agonisingly slow.

You leaned down to suck on the skin of his neck, your hands working at the zipper of his slacks and pulling it down. You palmed him through his underwear, not surprised to feel a wet patch of pre cum at the tip of his rock hard erection.

“M’gonna suck daddy’s cock, I’ll show you I’m a good girl,” you purred, kissing down to his stomach and then to the front of his underwear. His bottom lip wedged between his teeth as he watched you pull out his cock and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, letting out a loud moan as his eyes closed from the pleasure he was receiving.

You took his erection in your mouth, holding the base with your hand as they worked together in synchronicity on his shaft. His cock was covered in your saliva as you pushed your head down to take his whole length. He moaned as you gagged on it, before pulling up for a breath.

“Come here,” he muttered, motioning you over with his fingers. You came up off his cock, and inched your face closer to his. He kissed you, his hands slipping up your dress again to grip onto your bare ass.

“Sit on daddy’s face,” he breathed out, lifting up your dress for you and pulling it over your head. He almost came just from seeing you naked. You obliged, straddling his head with your thighs as you felt his tongue slip between your wet folds. He took your clit in your mouth, the action causing you to let out a small whimper, his hands still cupping the soft skin on your ass. He continued his sensual assault between your legs, his tongue lapping at your arousal as you started to grind on his face. He dipped his tongue into your entrance, his nose pressing up against your clit as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Daddy you’re gonna make me cum!” You squealed, as you finally felt your release, grinding on Stan’s face as he pleasures you through your climax.

He pressed a few gentle kisses to your heat before you climbed off his face, his chin covered in your juices and his own saliva.

You stuck out your tongue, and licked from his chin to his mouth, tasting yourself on his face.

“You’re such a naughty fucking girl,” he growled, his cock almost weeping against his stomach and begging to be paid attention to.

“Only for you,” you cooed back, pressing your wet entrance against his cock and slicking it with your arousal. He gripped onto your hips again, pulling you up so he could slide his cock in.

When you felt it, you almost came again there and then. He stretched you out with his impressive length, your cunt eating up his cock hungrily, the tip almost hitting your cervix.

You began to bounce on his cock, throwing your head back as he marvelled at your breasts, your nipples hard from excitement and titillation.

“My god, you ride my cock like such a little slut,” he praised, as his cock entered you again and again.

“Is daddy gonna cum for his little slut?” You replied, biting on your lip as he grabbed onto your breasts, circling his thumb and pointer finger around your nipples.

“Holy shit baby, fuck-” his eyes screwed shut as his lips parted, letting out words of profanity and low moans as he came inside you. You rode him until he gripped your hips to stop, and then leaned down to his face again.

You kissed him softly, as he hummed in content from your prior activities.

“You, little miss, are paying for those repairs, I hope it teaches you a lesson,” he said with a small smile, as you got off him to lay at his side.

“Yes daddy I’m sorry,” you pout, as he laughs and kisses your head softly.

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[thorniest-rose]

I love slutty home wrecker Steve so much. There’s something so personal about him. he has such a strange effect on everyone he meets, can you imagine what would happen when he has sex with them? Steve is gonna have like 28 grown ass men on their knees, begging for his hand in marriage. His house will be filled with bouquets of beautiful and expensive flowers and candy imported from somewhere in Europe. He’ll have so many low key stalkers.

God yes!!!! I love him so much too. Imagine an AU at the start of S4 where instead of working at Family Video and struggling to meet girls, Steve has a string of sugar daddies all prepared to pay his bills and buy him things and pay for him and Robin to go away for the weekend on all expense-paid trips to spas and Disney Land and San Francisco and all Steve has to do in return I'd take his clothes off and let them touch him, half the time being so overwhelmed they come before they can even play with him, and then leave again, saying they'll transfer the money into his bank account the next morning. And Steve simpers and kissed them and says, "thank you Daddy, you look after Baby so well" but rolling his eyes once they've gone. Men are just SO easy and Steve can play them all fluently.

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[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could write the Batch’s reaction to their kids first time walking up to them? Just some cute first steps ^^ Your writing is something I read almost every day and it always makes me smile, but please take your time and have a nice day/night!

Aloha! Still breathing, despite the circumstances 😅

A cute little request 😊 Sorry you had to wait so long!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Very First Steps

Fluff

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Summary: The boys were on a longer mission, you stayed behind with the love child of you and your Batcher. When the boys return, your little bundle of joy can already walk, which your Batcher sees for the first time today.

Hunter

At first, he can't believe his eyes when you carefully lower your child from your arm onto it's little shod feet.

"Go and say hello to your daddy," you say gently.

The toddler wiggles off, still very clumsy and wobbly, but without falling, tongue half out from concentrated effort. Hunter beams, and squats down, reaching his arms out to the child.

Hunter is all tingly, he was so looking forward to finally seeing you two again. He is also a little worried that the child might fall. But he is immensely proud when it finally reaches him, and he takes the little one in his arms.

"Who do we have here? Is this my little whirlwind?"

The child giggles, babbles and coos as Hunter tickles it and gently squeezes it in his arms. Of course, at the first opportunity, it reaches for Hunter's long hair and pulls at it in fascination.

"Ouch, that hurts my little monster," he says laughing softly, trying to free his hair from the surprisingly strong little fingers.

Echo

He beams all over his face, kneeling on the floor with his arms outstretched.

"Look at you, my little bundle of joy can walk!"

Wrecker standing next to him chuckles and says, "Looks like a mini drunk, one step forward, two steps back, two steps forward, one step back hehehehe".

"My kid is definitely not drunk" Echo says patiently and continues to beam at his kid who is coming towards him very slowly but steadily.

The last few steps, the little one accelerates again and finally falls towards Echo. He catches the kid and deftly picks it up in his arms. The little one gives a joyful squeak and immediately gropes Echo's face.

"Babababababa!"

"Yeah, you tell him kid!", Wrecker laughs and makes his way to the Marauder.

Echo is immensely proud and pleased, his heart feels all warm and fuzzy. As your eyes meet, you beam at each other, full of joy.

Wrecker

He is so excited, he nudges his brothers.

"Look! Look! My baby is walking!"

Wrecker is super proud and happy, grinning from ear to ear.

"Come 'ere little boo, come to papa!"

The little one runs diligently toward him until it sees something shiny on the ground, stops, and plops down on its diaper to get a closer look at the object.

"Hey, Boo! What are you doing?"

Wrecker gets up and walks over to his child. The toddler finally reaches out to him, holding out what it found, a shard.

"BA!"

Startled, Wrecker takes the shard and says, "Oh, oh, no Boo, you can't play with that."

"Ba?"

"That thing gives you an owie."

With a grin you approach the two and say, "Well look at that, like father like child, gets distracted very easily by shiny things"

Wrecker smirks wryly and kisses your cheek.

Tech

As almost always, he has his holopad in hand, but hastily tucks it back on his belt when he sees you standing and waiting with your child on the landing pad.

As you let the little one get to his feet, Tech pauses, feeling pride welling up inside him and a heartwarming joy. He smiles and squats down as the child wobbles off to meet him.

"Very good little one, one foot in front of the other, come to daddy".

Relieved that his child has not fallen and proud, he finally reaches out and takes the little one in his arms.

"Very good my darling, very good" he coos contentedly.

The child presses a finger to the tip of his nose and says, "Boop!"

"That's my nose," Tech says gently.

"Boop!" the child repeats energetically, tapping his nose again.

"Nose," Tech says patiently.

"BOOP!"

Laughing, you come over to the two of them and say, "That's a little game Cid started, you need to do that to the little one too"

"Oh," says Tech, who finally catches on and returns the gesture, gently tapping the tiny little nose, saying "Boop!"

The child giggles excitedly.

Crosshair

Crosshair takes off his rifle and immediately thrusts the rifle into the surprised Hunter's hands.

"Come here, little ass kicker," he says with a proud smirk, and goes into a crouch.

He watches the kid's wobbly but purposeful steps with attention and amusement.

"Look at you, you can walk already, soon you'll be able to live up to your nickname," Crosshair says with a soft laugh.

Hunter, knowing he's about to get another side blow, sighs softly.

Crosshair finally takes the child proudly in his arms and lifts it up. Pointing in Hunter's direction, he says, "See, that's Uncle Killjoy, you've been trying to kick him in Mommy's tummy all the time."

Hunter rolls his eyes, but then with a smile, gently squeezing the stuffed animal he bought for the child into It's arms, he says, "No matter how mean your daddy is, Uncle Hunter will always love and protect you."

Crosshair feels touched, but he doesn't grant Hunter more than a small smirk before turning away and walking to you with the child, so he doesn't have to talk about what he said.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[the-marshals-wife]

Alright, I am in love with Wrecker having kids of his own. 🥺 he'd be such a sweet dad and I can't wait to see the rest of the batch as fathers! I was wondering though, would you ever do this for the 501st or any other clones? Cause I'd be here for it for sure 🥺💕💖 Especially if you did Hardcase becoming a dad, that goof ball would be adorable ahhh! Anyways, I can't wait to read the rest of the batch!! 😭💖💕💞💖💕💞

A/N: Oh my goodness yes, time for some Hardcase representation! I think there'd be a lot of similarities between Wrecker's and Hardcase's parenting styles. Thank you for your continued support of my writing and blog! 💙

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include

Description: Hardcase x Fem!Reader. As with my other clone headcanons/preferences, it's a Y/N insert story with the number of children I envision reader and Hardcase having.

Rating: General audiences (with a spicy reference if you squint), AU fluffiness where Umbara turns out different and this sweetheart gets the life he deserves 😌

Gif credit: user rexsjaigeyes

There is never a dull moment with Hardcase

If you thought parenthood was going to slow him down in any way, no you didn't

Becoming a father only amplified his playful, witty personality, something you didn't think was scientifically possible

When you told him you were pregnant, he all but bounced off the walls

Hardcase was "so kriffin' excited" to become a dad

He said exactly that to every person that crossed his path for weeks on end, especially his brothers

"How did I get so lucky? I can't believe it."

("Me either. Y/N actually thinks the galaxy can survive a smaller, louder version of you" - Fives, probably)

You were admittedly a bit nervous about becoming a parent, but as always, Hardcase had no fear

He tackled the learning curve head on, and it brought you so much joy and confidence to see his paternal instincts kick in as you both prepared for the arrival of your little one

Suddenly, he was aware of every hazard he'd never paid attention to himself, and in just a few hours, he completely baby-proofed every inch of your apartment

He even kept track of the days in your pregnancy, counting down to your expected due date

He loves (to attempt) cooking for you

Is he great at it? No. Did he burn everything at first and almost set your kitchen on fire three times? Definitely. Did he get better with practice and learn to make your favorite foods just the way you like them? Absolutely

Lots of cuddles watching holos together

Whenever he had to leave for the day, he would always kiss you first and then your growing belly

"Can't leave without telling our baby goodbye."

You adore how much he says that - our baby - and how much he's already devoted to being a dad

On your difficult pregnancy days, he would always be by your side to talk to you and tell you jokes until you were smiling again

Love At First Sight

From the moment your daughter was born, he was wrapped around her little finger

"She's so beautiful. Look what we made. No growth chamber or anything."

You jokingly reminded him that that was technically your role

"Oh...right. Of course. Great job! Not a single crack in the jar. Better than Kamino!"

In the weeks after your daughter was born, it was a battle to get Hardcase to put her down, literally

"Where I go, she goes."

Many naptimes were spent on her daddy's chest because he simply didn't want to let her out of his sight

(Sorry to report that diapers are you division, though. You just can't put your poor darlings through that again...)

Seeing him dote on your little girl so much only made you fall in love with him more; you were proud to call him the father of your children

Oh yes, children. You weren't done adding to the ranks of your little battalion, and neither was your cyare

A year and a half later, you gave birth to not one, but two sons

More than a few tears were shed as Hardcase held the twins in his arms

You better believe he was telling everyone about it too, calling many of his brothers to share the news before you even left the hospital

("We're doomed" - Fives again, probably)

How do you do, fellow kids?

Hardcase is a child himself at heart, which means he is your children's first and favorite best friend

Whatever they're interested in, you can bet he's into it too

He watches more children's holos with them than you do, and you're the one who stays home

Seriously, he knows all the words to the theme songs, the lore for each show, and the powers and skills of every character - it's a big thing that he and the kids bond over

Boredom is not a word in your house

Whatever your children ask for, Hardcase ensures they get (within reason)

He's likely getting something for himself too, especially if it's sweets

They want to build model starships? He's first in line at the market in the morning to get the kits

Your daughter wants to play dolls? You better believe her daddy is on that floor doing the right voices and following the story lines (and maybe causing the occasional pretend explosion or starship crash because he lives for the Drama™)

They all want to turn the livingroom into a battlefield to fight imaginary droids? Guess who their commander is

"Why not promote myself? I earned it!"- Hardcase when you teasingly pointed out his new rank

You enjoy getting in on the fun too and being the Zillo Beast attacking the barracks or the queen taken hostage that the dashing commander and his squad have to rescue from a den of bounty hunters

I cannot stress this enough: ANTICS

Pillow fights and roughhousing? HE probably started it

He's taking the fall for it too, because he'd rather face a firing squad than see any of his little troopers in trouble

In the everyday domestic disputes, discipline obviously begins and ends with you

You had to convince him that timeouts were not equivalent to capital punishment

Even then, you have to stop him from letting the kids out early

Bed times? What are those?

Speaking of bed, you had to invest in a bigger one because your beloved couldn't bear sending any of the kids away when they wanted to sleep with mom and dad

Seriously, he cannot say no to his babies

No night is complete with out tickle fights, either

Despite often having a foot in your ribs (which doesn't always belong to a child), you actually love sleeping with your family near and wouldn't have it any other way

Exception: the kids get sent to their own beds immediately when mommy wants a tickle fight with daddy. Commander's orders.

It's not only fun and games

With a little coaching from you, Hardcase was able to find balance between work and play, especially as the kids entered adolescence

It's not his strong suit, but he genuinely tries to help them with their academy studies (eventually they learn to go to you first; dad is for times of desperation only)

He is, however, at the ready any time they need a good joke or exciting story to brighten their day and banish their stress

Family holo night is mandatory

There's usually bickering over what to watch - i.e. your partner and offspring are disputing which loud, brightly-colored animated holo to put on - but diplomacy resumes as soon you bring the snacks out

Sometimes you just can't help but laugh and watch the chaos

All of your children certainly inherited their father's bold enthusiasm for life and passionate courage

When your daughter began to experience bullying at academy for standing up for a friend, Hardcase wasted no time expressing how proud he was of her for doing what's right

He was equally supportive of the boys when they later showed interest in weapons training and possible careers in the military

Just as when they were younger, he is always there for them to make them smile and feel secure and loved

There's no limit to what Hardcase will do for his family, and you wouldn't trade one day of your beautiful, whirlwind life with him for anything in the galaxy

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