#alfredo was looking like a damn snack

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I'm totally not peeking at his nipple. Totally not doing that at all.

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Characters: Pablo Schreiber x Black!Reader.

Summary: Food is taken very seriously in the Schreiber household.

Warnings: A little profanity. Mentions of smut. Daddy kink. Little angst. Lots of fluff🥺♥️. Cuteness overload.

Word Count: 2,600+.

Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.

Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.

The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.

“Babe!”

“In the kitchen, baby.”

He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.

“Pablo, you’re all sweaty. Stop, baby,” you giggled.

“Don’t dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit,” he teased.

“Usually your shirt is off and that’s the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked.” he teased.

He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Damn. I’ll be glad when I get some downtime. I’ve been missing my babies.”

“Me too, papa,” you replied, giving him another quick kiss. “You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming.”

“Honey, I told you to go on and eat without me.”

“I know, but I like eating dinner with you,” you explained.

“Please, baby. Go on and eat. I’m not that hungry. I’m going to shower and then go over a few scripts. Just leave my plate in the microwave. I can eat it later.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Hmm,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast, how could you not be hungry?”

“Maybe I had some lunch, babe,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s not like we spend every waking moment together.”

You weren’t buying it. He always ate after working out.

“Pablo. Tell. Schreiber. You ate without me!”

“What? No, I didn't!”

“It’s written all over your face, Pablo! Not you lying to me too.”

“Baby.”

“Unloyal ass man. When?”

“I grabbed something on the way home,” he responded, looking guilty. He ran his hands down his face, knowing what was to come of this discussion.

“What did you eat? Why’d you eat without me?”

The sadness in your voice made him feel bad.

“Baby, it’s not that serious. I just grabbed something quick and ate it on the drive home.”

“You went and got tacos without me didn’t you?”

You and your damn empathic accuracy. When it came to Pablo and how he went about things, you could read him like a book.

“Baby. I’m sorry, but if I had to eat Italian one more night this week, I was going to lose my shit.”

You didn’t want to be irrational, but your hormones got the best of you. The tears were impossible to fight.

“Mama, stop that. Don’t cry.”

“You said that you didn’t mind it, because that’s what I’ve been craving.”

“I don’t, but honey we’ve had pasta three nights in a row,” he chuckled. “Seafood Alfredo. Baked ziti. Last night there was lasagna.”

His chuckle struck a nerve, and your eyes were brimming with tears again.

“My feelings are funny to you? Bet. I’ll cook for everyone but you for the rest of the week. Have fun feeding yourself. You inconsiderate jackass!”

Deep down you knew you were being unreasonable but it was too late to turn back now. The sudden spark of anger caught your husband by surprise. He sat at the kitchen table baffled as he watched you storm off with your food in hand. Pablo was startled as you slammed the bedroom door.

He let out a long sigh running his hand down his face. Pablo decided it would be best to give you a moment to gather your thoughts and cool off.

“Yeah, guess I should’ve seen that one coming. Are we seriously at odds over fucking pasta?” He was baffled by the turn of events.

“I must really love this woman. I know all too well what the mood swings are like, yet I keep getting her pregnant,” he mumbled to himself in amusement. Then he heard a little voice and remembered why it was all worth it.

“Daddy you maked mommy sad. Did you be mean to her,” his five-year-old McKenna asked. She had one hand on her hip and the other clasped her little brother Marcus’ hand. He wore a smirk on his face, while his big sister was all seriousness.

Chuckling he scooped them both into his arms and placed each child on a knee. Stealing a few kisses, he hugged them tight and tried to explain himself.

“You know how you both get cranky when you don’t take a nap?”

Both toddlers nodded their heads quickly. He smiled at them, appreciating the fact that they looked so much like you two. They were the perfect blend of you both. In his eyes, they were absolute perfection.

“Well, that’s kind of what it’s like for mommies when they’re having a baby. The baby takes up a lot of their energy, and it’s hard for them to get comfortable when trying to sleep. So it’s kind of like missing a nap every day. Mommy’s just tired, uncomfortable, and very hungry. That makes her a little sad and at times cranky, so she accidentally took her frustration out on daddy.”

He couldn’t help but grin at how focused they were listening to his explanation.

“Daddy also made mommy feel a little left out. He did something without her and it made mama sad, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll apologize to her, but for now, we’re going to hang out here and give her a little peace and quiet.”

He couldn’t help but smile at his children. Pablo could see the thoughts racing through their heads as they tried to process the information. Once they fully understood they smiled big and nodded their heads. McKenna gave Pablo a big hug and kiss.

“Thank you, baby girl, what was that for?”

“Because you gonna apologize to mommy and maked her feel better!”

“That’s right, baby. Now you two go finish your movie, then it’s bath and bedtime.”

Both kids hugged him once more and went back to the theater room to finish their movie, or so he thought.

After grabbing a quick shower in the guest bathroom, he ducked off into the garage. Grabbing something he left in his vehicle, a thought entered his mind. Feeling bad for having upset you, he decided to straighten up the kitchen and start the laundry. Pablo was still giving you time to cool down. Little did he know the munchkins were up to something.

He had his back to the entryway trying to finish up the last of the dishes. He heard the pitter-patter of feet. Feeling a presence beside him, two sets of hands yanked on his pant legs.

“Shouldn’t you little rascals be finishing your movie.”

Each child pushed and pulled at him forcing him to turn around. That’s when he saw that you were standing on the other side of the island looking down rubbing circles on your belly. Looking up at him, he saw you nibble your bottom lip. Your eyes looked as if you were embarrassed. Before he could say anything McKenna spoke up.

“Mama, daddy gots something he wants to tell you, don’t you daddy,” she squeaked. “Right Marcus? Don’t daddy gots something to say?”

“Yeah,” your baby boy shouted excitedly.

Pablo laughed as he strode over to you. He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your face. Looking at you with remorse he husked, “I’m sorry I didn’t consider your feelings. I should’ve communicated to you that I was tired of eating pasta.” You both chuckled at that.

“No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. I was being ridiculous. These damn mood swings,” you replied, rolling your eyes. You had forgotten the kids were in the room.

“Mama! You not ‘uppose to say that! It’s a bad word! Now you gots to get in trouble. Right, daddy?”

“I know, baby. Mommy’s sorry.”

“That’s okay, Kenna. Daddy will give mama a good talking to,” he leaned in to whisper the rest in your ear. “And a good spanking. Unless you can think of a few ways to show daddy you’re sorry?”

The reply you wanted to give him was inappropriate with the babies present. You and Pablo assured the kids that you were good and rushed them back to the theatre room. Once you were certain they were out of earshot, you gave Pablo a hungry kiss. With his hands resting on your belly, he gave you that look.

“How are you going to show daddy you’re sorry, baby?”

His tone of voice sent heat throughout your body, making you ache for him. He pressed himself into you to feel his growing erection. Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up and down your neck. “Speak up, baby. How do you plan to show me?”

“I guess you’ll have to slide something in my filthy little mouth to teach me a lesson,” you moaned.

“Such a naughty girl. You love to get on your knees for me don’t you sweetheart,” he groaned, sucking on your neck.

“Baby, you’ll have to settle for me sitting on the edge of the bed. If I get on my knees, we’ll be stuck, papa. Pregnancy stole my “Megan knees.” I just can’t get up and down like I used to,” she joked. Guess there won’t be any more twerking freely around the house until this baby drops.

You both fell out laughing at that for a moment. Pablo's face turned back to lust as he leaned in, “Why don’t I just get on my knees for you?”

“Let’s hurry up and get these kids to bed. If we keep standing here talking like this you might have to put me on this island real quick.”

“Fuck. Now I’m picturing myself on my knees. My head between those sexy ass thighs. You’re on the counter screaming my name. I miss the days when we could have sex all over the house.”

“Well, your mom is taking the kids for the weekend,” you smirked.

“I have the best mama in the world. I’ll be putting your ass on every surface in this kitchen, sweetheart.”

“You're so damn nasty. Let’s go put our babies to bed. Then you can put my ass to sleep. You did eat without me so you owe me, daddy. I’m going to need you to bring me to it and bring me through it multiple times. Don’t plan on coming up for air anytime soon. Even if I beg you to stop. Keep it going, baby.” With that, you stole a kiss, winked, and sauntered out of the room.

In a trance, Pablo watched the sway in your hips and plumpness of your ass walk away from him. He mumbled, “that ass can make a grown man cry.” He snapped out of it rushing out of the kitchen behind his wife.

“Bathtime then bed kiddos, let’s go! Daddy needs to put mama on her side!”

“Pablo!”

“What? We’re just gonna wrestle and have a playdate. Adults only of course.”

“One day they’re going to understand what you really mean. Come help me with these children and hush!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“You can’t wrestle with mama, daddy. She gots a baby in her belly! Mama, what’s a playdate for ‘dults like? Do you play hide and seek.,” McKenna questioned.

“Good grief,” you mumbled.

Pablo was now standing in the doorway to the kid's bathroom. His eyes lit up with amusement.

With a chuckle, he responded, “We’ll tell you when you're eighteen, and you won’t be having any until you’re thirty.”

Your sweet innocent baby’s face lit up. Not grasping what her father was saying, her head nodded quickly.

“Okay, daddy!”

If only she knew her father's future plans to scare off and intimidate any potential suitors. No one was going to be good enough for his precious baby girl.

Placing your tiny humans into the tub, you fell into their nightly routine. Pablo told you there was an email he needed to answer. You offered to finish bathing the kids while he finished up his work. Not wanting you to take on all the responsibility, he insisted on tucking them in for a bedtime story. He assured you he’d be done taking care of business in time.

Pablo’s heart warmed at the sight of his three favorite people snuggling. Entering McKenna's bedroom, he admired the way both children were glued to your sides. They were lying on your chest as you run your fingers through their hair.

“They tried to stay awake for you, but their bubble bath has melatonin in it,” you smiled apologetically.

“That’s okay, mama,” he responded.

He leaned over the bed, giving you a peck on the lips. Pablo scooped up Marcus and helped you slip from under McKenna. The both of you pulled the covers over your baby girl and kissed her forehead.

“We’ll put baby boy to bed and then we’ll head to the kitchen. I have something for you.”

Once Marcus was sound asleep in his bed, Pablo quietly led you to your surprise. He had covered your eyes as you entered your destination.

“Why are we coming back here?”

Instead of answering you, he opted to reveal the gift. Removing his hands from your eyes, you let out a gasp followed by a giggle.

“When did you find the time to do this?”

“I didn’t have an email to answer.”

“Wait, I’m confused. How? When did you get this?”

“You honestly thought that I would go to our favorite spot and not bring you anything?”

The kitchen table had a plethora of both chicken and shrimp tacos. Next to them were chips, queso, and salsa accompanied by a wine glass filled with cranberry juice. You’re sweet husband had reheated your food and set the table for you. The romantic goof had candles burning and the lights dimmed. The sweet gesture combined with pregnancy hormones caused your eyes to water.

“Baby,” Pablo grinned. “It’s just tacos. I tried to tell you earlier, but I pissed you off before I got the chance.”

“Now I feel even worse for the way I acted.”

“Don’t. I should’ve just told you I was getting food in the first place,” he countered.

“You know the fact that you did this makes me want you even more, right?”

“I had a feeling it might,” he beamed. “Not right now though. Eat now. Fuck later.”

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My headcanons about each 4*Town member 😜

Jesse

Full name: Jesse Coleson Smith

Born and raised in San Francisco

Birthday: July 1

Age: 22

Height: 6’2

Only speaks English, but knows some German because of his grandmother.

Is learning Korean mainly because of Tae

Has an older sister (24)

Graduated high school early at age 17 which is also the age he had his kids.

Once he graduated early, he started going to art school.

Left art school to debut in 4*Town

Fears: hates snakes, and not knowing what is going on with his kids

Favorite food/snack(s): cheeseburgers, Oreos, kiwi, steak, MACAROONS, Hershey bars (with almonds), nachos, and etc.

Makes amazing burgers! He is very proud of his burger making skills “Yo Jess! Put some burgers on the grill!”

100% wears a “kiss the chef” apron for the shits and giggles

Cooking skills: 10/10

How scary when angry: 7/10 it truly depends on what happened to get a scary Jesse! He is the type to talked his anger out through gritted teeth

Played lacrosse

Good at American football

Can do more than pottery!! Makes great paintings

Good at surfing

Likes hiking and rock climbing

Pretty tech-savvy

Can play all types of guitars extremely well. Also the piano.

When he makes decisions or say certain things that shows he can be the mature oldest or just talking in general, the members say things like “yes father”. “okay dadddd”. “Father Jess is at it again”. “He swear he somebody’s dad”

Plays video games like a religion with Tae and Aaron T (sometimes all the member)

Likes giving the members ugly/stank looks just for fun

Favorite animals are elephants and pandas

Road rage 9/10 baby is a slight honker and yeller!!when it happens it’s surprising every time to the members because they don’t expect it. “I had the fucking right of way you damn dumbass!!” “CHOOSE A FUCKING LANE”

Not lactose, but prefers Almond milk (like me🙂)

Nicknames: Jess, old man, gramps, Mr. Dilf, Uncle Jesse, Nick Carter (Aaron T’s lil joke), and etc.

Robaire

Full name: Robaire Louis Beaumont

Born and raised in Toronto

Would go back and forth to France

Birthday: March 12

Age: 20

Height: 5’11

Speaks French, Haitian Creole, and English.

Mom: Haitian, Dad: from Lyon, France

A younger brother (16), and a older brother (23)

Fears: he thinks he will never find actual love and trypophobia

Favorite food/snack(s): chicken Alfredo/shrimp Alfredo, COOKIES, peaches, hibachi, Red velvet cake,  snickers, Reeses, and etc.

There is not a day when Ro doesn’t say “can we go get some cookies or something”

Makes a great variety of pastas.

Will make a small dish of spaghetti ever now and then because T lovessss spaghetti “Ro! Hey Ro! My favorite homie! Did you know you’re like the best in the group!!” “Yeahhh mhmm, what do you want from me?” “……..Can you make me spaghetti”

Cooking skills rated 8.5/10

How scary when angry 8/10 kind of like Jesse, it depends on what happened to get scary Ro, but will have no problem going off

Can play rugby

Good at American football

Is pretty decent at painting

Ran track

Good at piano and an acoustic guitar

Sometimes is Aaron Zs workout buddie

When it’s time to be the leader the members do take him serious; however, when he is just talking and says the “I am being serious” nobody ever takes him serious! Especially with the facial expressions he makes.

Like going for walks to clear his mind

Flips off Z just for the hell of it

Favorite animals are probably giraffes and lions

Road rage: 5/10 he is more of a “come on man!”

Nicknames: Ro, Bear (Baire), RoRo, bitch (from Aaron Z of course), big shot, and etc.

Aaron T

Full name: Aaron Diego Alejandro Juan Torrez

Born in New Jersey (had a big fight deciding on choosing either Arizona, Miami, or The Bronx)

Moved to Florida when he was 7, but moved back to Jersey at 10.

Birthday: October 30

Age: 19

Height: 5’11

Loves holding that he is two months older over Zs head

Speaks Spanish and English

Mom: Colombian Dad: Mexican

Has a twin younger sister and brother (17) and two older sisters (23) and (25)

Fears: he is afraid of losing memories and what lurks in the dark.

Favorite food/snack(s): SPAGHETTI, pocky, twizzlers, mangoes, kit-kats, Takis, s’mores, beef jerky, honey buns (specifically the big ones from like vending machines not little debbie)

Will go to the gas station at anytime to get a bag of takis

Cooking skill 9/10 is actually a really great cook if he doesn’t make a mistake and causes a fire!

Can make a variety of great Hispanic dishes that he mainly learned from his momma and some his dad

The members was scared when it was T’s turn to cook for the first time, but that quickly vanished when they saw how good he actually is, “wow… this actually looks good”, “damn T I am impressed”, “whoaaaa this actually taste good”, “you sure you didn’t buy takeout and set it up nicely?”

How scary when angry: 9/10 now I see T as a guy who does not like confrontation or any negative conflict that comes!! However, hitting the wrong buttons you will get a smart mouth T especially when it comes to ignorant interviewers! When T is angry he switches languages every second and the words are never kind. He sometimes gets the “I am pissed” tears running down, so yeah he mad mad

Has ADHD

Amazing at drums and keyboard

Mens gymnastics

Can play soccer and Baseball

Likes doing parkour

Loves swimming

Amazing at skateboarding (dude literally owns every type of board! Long board, penny board, etc)

Gets scolded by Everyone except Tae when he does flips in the house. (Tae is the one who eggs him on to do them)

Road rage: 10/10 mans is cussing like a damn sailor, flipping people off, and honking the horn like a clown. Afterwards he continues driving calmly with a smile like it never happened “THAT WAS SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT BRO” “PENDEJO” “HOW YOU EVEN GET A DAMN LICENSES” “Me personally, I don’t mind hitting people🙂”

Favorite animals: Capybaras, wolves, dogs, and flamingos

Nicknames: Ron, Taaron, Aaron number 1, Ronnie, ugly (from Jesse), Diego, etc.

Aaron Z

Full name: Aaron Zao

Born and raised in Houston Texas

Birthday: December 18

Age 19

Height: 6’5

speaks Mandarin and English

Mom: Black, Dad: Chinese

A younger sister (5), and an older brother (23)

Fears: The Ocean. Don’t get confused the boy loves the beach and swimming! He just thinks about how no one really knows much about the ocean and what’s truly in it and the fact on how deep it goes.

Favorite food/snack(s): Seafood Boil, PANCAKES, Cap’n Crunch, Slim Jim’s, Gatorades, chocolate milk, Takis, BBQ chips, granola bars, hi-chews, and etc

He lovesss a good seasoned seafood boil!! He has expensive but good taste 😌

Cooking skills: 7.5/10

Now Z can grill like a boss, similar to Jesse but more on the other meats than burgers. Can make amazing lo mein, fried rice, egg rolls, etc, He can cook seafood, but he doesn’t cook often so that’s why it’s a 7.5. “Z…” “no” “wait Please” “what” “I just wanted some egg rolls 🥹” “ you know how to make them too bruh” “please” “…fine”

BIG pancake fan!!! Especially when Jesse or Robaire makes them!! 🤌🏾✨chefs kiss

Jesse: What do y’all want for breakfast?

Tae: I think we should have-

Z: Pancakes😐

Tae: …

Tae: I said I think we should have-

Z: pancakes😑

T: well I want waffles

Z: *death stare*

T: *gulps*

Ro: I guess we’re having pancakes then

How scary when angry: 10/10 I’m telling you the looks he gives when he is mad is a look no one wants! He will be calm with that look which means he is over and done! When he is yelling he will say shit that hurts and cuss up a storm

Amazing at basketball

Will play One on one with any member and break their ankles

Also good at track

Goes for morning jogs/run with a different member almost every morning

Plays acoustic and piano

Also can do a few flips! Learned them to add to his dance moves

He is really good at drawing and gets kind of shy when people tell him

Loves Nike

Loves driving his car at night (gets scolded for it though)

Will play Video games if he has time

Road Rage: 6/10 he is a “yo man what the fuck you doing” “Hit the damn car! I dare you” “carry yo punk ass on” “get out the street with yo Jay-walking ass”

Favorite animal: Rhinos, Dinosaurs, Hawks, and cheetahs.

Nicknames: Air, Zaaron, Michael Jordan (From Tae), Jack the skeleton (everyone), Tree-man, stone, and etc.

Taeyoung

Full name: Choi Taeyoung (in Korea you write the last name first incase someone doesn’t know😁)

Born and Raised in Daegu, Korea

Lived in Seoul from age 10-12

Birthday September 20 (Virgo power✨)

Age: 18

Height 5’10 (he will be 6’0 when he is 21)

Speaks Korean and English

Has an older brother (27)

Tae is an uncle because his brother has a 3 year old son

Fears: ending up alone and heights (even tho he loves roller coasters)

Favorite food/snack(s): Tteok-bokki, French fries, CAKE, pocky, cherries, strawberries, kimchi fried rice, fried chicken, churros, Bibimbap, and etc.

“Is someone one’s birthday come up?” “No” “Not that I know of” “I don’t think so man” “No why?” “Just wanted an excuse to buy cake” “oh” “I’m going to buy it anyway though🤷🏻‍♂️”

Cooking skills 100/10

Tae is an amazing cook specifically with Korean dishes!!

His specialties are definitely Samgyeopsal, Tteok-bokki, Gimbap, kimchi, and Bulgolgi. “Hey Tae do you mind doing Korean Bbq for dinner? Jesse said he’ll help.” “Yeah! I got y’all”

Exceptional at piano

Great at soccer

Pretty good at American football which shocked everyone

Extremely tech-savvy this man can hack things I swear 

Started painting his nails because he like how cool the rockstars looked with it

Wont hesitate to talk about someone in Korean

Was training to be in a K-pop group at age 11-12 but begged his parents to let him audition for the boy group he heard his peers talking about in California

Self taught himself English! started at the age of 10 He became fully fluent by age 13

He still had a accent while speaking til age 15 but now it comes and goes

Use to call the other members hyung a lot by accident when they first met, but they gotten use to it so he sometimes still does it (hyung is what a younger male would call an older male who’s either is his actual brother or is like his brother (as in close friends).

Loves video games

How scary when angry: 11/10 Please do not underestimate the youngest! He will tell someone off in a hot minute and keep a grudge until he feels like it (only if you really did him dirty). Yes he is a very sweet boy but making him mad is not something to play with because he will mean every word he says! Don’t test his patience he has a 3 strike warning.

Road Rage: 7.5 he is quite the shit talker! “I will run over you”. “널 때리는 걸 망설이지 않을 거야, 멍청아.” “THE LIGHT IS GREEN WOMAN”. “바보”

Favorite animals: Birds! Specifically Doves and Peacocks, cats, dogs, tigers, bears, basically all animals at this point.

Nicknames: Tae, Chef Boyardee (from T), Tae-Tae, Youngie, Gremlin (everyone), ankle biter (Jesse), and etc.

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Daddy’s baby

Request: Erik tryna be romantic months after the reader gives birth

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut

Another day passed by leaving Y/N stressed. It was her second week back at work after being on a three month maternity leave. To her it didn’t feel like it was enough time off. Her body still going through its early postpartum phase. She could feel the faint cramping in her stomach every few hours. Her breast became engorged and leaking with her milk. Then there was her anxiety that spiked up after having her beautiful baby girl, Charisma Stevens. Y/N’s head would always snap up thinking that her little girl was somewhere close by whenever she heard the slightest noise of what she thought sounded like a cry.

Laughing to herself Y/N shook her head as she placed her laptop and binders in her work tote bag. She did it again. It was the end of the day and she was beyond ready to pick up her baby from daycare and head home to take a hot shower. Her body was yearning for some sense of alleviation. Walking through the halls of her office Y/N waved goodbye to all of her colleagues before making her way to her Jeep Grand Cherokee. Placing her things in the passenger seat she put on her seatbelt and headed to the daycare.

The place was a little under fifteen minutes from where she both worked and live. It was right in the middle. Y/N didn’t want to bring her baby somewhere, where she thought would be to far to get to her in case anything happened. That was another affect of being a new mom. She would always over think about the littlest things, but she figured better safe than sorry.

Strolling inside Y/N watched all the toddlers running around freely. There was building blocks and toys scattered everywhere. Her eyebrows lifted as she looked at the mess that she knew her home was going to experience as well within the next two years.

“Hi, Mrs. Stevens! I have little miss Charisma ready right here. Everything is in her bag and she should be all set to go. She’s such an angel.” Ashley, the young caretaker, spoke with a wide smile as she handed over a bundle up Charisma in her car seat.

“Thank you so much. I know she barely makes a sound when she’s around other people but when she’s at home it’s nothing but baby talk.” Y/N grinned as she retrieved the baby bag.

“Well she was great today. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

Y/N waved and walked back to her vehicle. Giving her baby two smooches she strapped her in properly.

“You ready to go home and see dada?” She put on her best baby talk and bent down to rub her nose with hers. Charisma smile blowing little spit bubbles.

Giggle Y/N fell in love all over again. She had Erik’s smile and dimples. She also had his characteristics already as well. Y/N noticed that at only three months Charisma only made noises around her and Erik but everyone else she was quiet. Just like Erik. He had to take some time to warm up to people before he became talkative.

Arriving at their one level home Y/N pulled in the driveway. She seen Erik’s Lincoln truck parked. He was home from work earlier than usual. Erik was a probationary firefighter, meaning he was still in the entry level phase. He’s only been in training for a month but Y/N noticed that he really loved it. After every shift Erik would come home removing his clothes and tell her about his whole day. So whenever he did that it would make Y/N’s mood ten times better.

Before she could reach the back door to unbuckle Charisma, Y/N was met with Erik walking out the door. No longer dressed in his Class A uniform but instead in a Nike sweat suit he jogged to her car greeting her with a bear hug.

“Princess. I missed you baby!” Erik’s tight hold lifting Y/N off her feet. He lips found hers kissing them three times before attacking her neck with pecks.

Laughing she wrapped her arms his neck. “Baby I missed you too but let me take out Charisma.” Y/N giggled between each word.

Putting her down immediately Erik lightly moved her to the side going to the car door and opening it. When he seen Charisma his eyes lit up the same way they did when he first watched his daughter come into this world. It was something he always did every time he was away from her for a long period of time.

“Hey daddy’s princess. Daddy missed you more, but don’t tell mommy.” Erik cooed to Charisma as he unbuckled her and took her out after making sure her head was secured.

After grabbing her tote and purse Y/N scoffed with amusement. “Really Erik.”

Rocking her side to side Erik glanced up to Y/N. Giving his famous smile that got her hooked when the two first met. His golds showing.He bit on his bottom lip revealing his dimple and walked up to her. He leaned down giving her and open kiss and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Pulling away he tugged her lower lip with his teeth and then kissed the supple flesh.

“You know you Daddy’s baby.” Erik’s deep voice spoke in her ear.

Y/n eyes traveled up and down his body as she followed him in their home. They walked into the livingroom. Y/N placed her bags down on couch near her. Taking off her shoes she lifted her legs up under her placing one on top of the other. The sound of Erik babbling with the baby caused her eyes to turn in their direction. Y/N smiled watching her husband and infant interact with each other.

“Here let me go wash her up. She’s been out all day babe?” Y/N sat up to take Charisma to the bath but was cut off with a knock on the door.

Her brows furrowed. “Erik you expecting any company?”

“Yeah actually I am.” Handing over the baby to Y/N, Erik walked to the door. He opened it giving the person on the other side a hug.

“Hey, mama! It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming to get Charisma for the night.” Erik smiled letting in Y/N’s mother.

Y/N face displayed both confused and joy. She was happy because her mom was here but she was confused when she heard Erik say that she was here to pick their daughter up.

“What’s going on? Hey mama.” Y/N greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m coming to pick up my grandbaby so that you and your husband can get some alone time together.” Y/N’s mom grinned as she played with Charisma’s small fingers.

Looking at Erik he stood to the side watching. Y/N could tell by his eyes that he was hoping she would go with it without putting up a fight. So she did. She handed over her baby to her mother gently caressing her hair.

“Okay well let me get her things together-“

“Already got that!” He pulled his baby bag from behind the couch.

“What about milk does she have-“ Y/N walked to the kitchen to double check but Erik blocked her grabbing her by the waist.

“Baby I took care of everything and it’s just for a night. She’s going to be fine.” He used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks.

Sighing Y/N gave in. Of course she knew that Charisma was going to be fine with her mother but this was going to be her first night without her since she was born. She was going to miss her but she knew that her and Erik very much needed this time alone together.

“Alright I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in the morning before you guys head to work.” Y/N’s mom place the baby in the car seat, making sure that she was in safely, and left.

Now by themselves Erik wrapped his arms around Y/N waist. He noticed his wife’s tension and nerves was getting the best of her as she watched their newborn get carried out of the house. But he was hoping that he could help ease that with the plans he had for them tonight.

They haven’t had a romantic night to themselves since Y/N entered her third trimester in her pregnancy. With all of the mood changes and aches and pains she dealt with it was tough for them to get away and spend a peaceful night with each other. So this was the first time in months that they would finally get to spend a one on one alone.

“C’mon princess, Daddy has something I want you to see.” Guiding her by his grip he had on her hips he walked her to their bedroom. When they came to Y/N gave a surprised gasp bringing her hands over her mouth before laughing.

“Baby what is this?”

“What you mean what is this? Look at this masterpiece I created.” Walking in front of her he held his hands out proud of what he done.

It was a homemade theater with a fort built over it that had mini lights going around glowing up the dark room. There was blankets and pillows laying out that had snacks and a bottle of Champagne sprawled out on top of them. The tv already showing Y/N’s favorite movie, The Notebook. But there was a food warmer with forks on the side of it that caught her attention.

“Now what is that?” She walked over to the area getting on her knees. Taking the top off of the pot her eyes rolled in the back of her head when she smelled her favorite dish that Erik would make for her. Shrimp and Chicken Alfredo.

Erik took a seat next to her observing her excitement. “Remember this was the ONLY thing that you would eat when you were pregnant? Had my pockets hurting buying you some shrimp every damn day.” Grabbing the forks he handed her one as they began to dig in.

Y/N’s eyes closed when the shrimp touched her taste buds. She would still get a craving of this meal every now and then but it was nothing compared to how she used to eat it almost daily when she was carrying Charisma.

Erik pressed play on the movie as they cuddled up underneath the blankets. Taking turns between drinking out of the bottle of warm Champagne and dipping into the food warmer Erik and Y/N ate in silence watching the film. Into the middle of the movie Erik paused it and stood up.

“Where are you going? The movies not over.” Glancing up Y/N place the bottle down making sure it won’t tip over.

“With this long ass movie we gonna be here all night . Take my hand.” Reaching out he waited for her to grab it. When she did he lifted her up and lead them to the bathroom.

“Babyy!” Y/N lip went to a pout. Her eyes began to water as she saw the bubble bath with rose petals on top and candles surrounding the medium size tub.

Erik walked in front of her not saying a word. He began to unbutton her work shirt. Slipping it off he followed with her pants next with the help of her stepping out of them. Y/N covered her stomach. A habit she did every since the baby. She felt insecure about her belly not snapping back like how she wanted it too and how the loose skin would hang. Removing her hands Erik looked at her. His eyes became saddening when he would see her hide her body from him.

“Not tonight princess.” Bringing her hands up to his mouth he kissed them. “Don’t hide from me what I caused to happen.”

Bending down on his knees he kissed her tummy. Erik felt Y/N’s body shiver from the contact. Taking the pads of his thumbs he pulled down her panties. Y/N’s breast fell up and down feeling her arousal heightened from the inside. Erik lifted back up to remove her bra with ease.

“You ready?” He leaned forward kissing her forehead.

Answering with a head nod Y/N raised a leg over one by one and dipped in. Looking up at Erik she smiled.

“Erik when did you run this bath?” She asked running her fingers through the lukewarm water.

“Like thirty minutes before you came home. Why?” He questioned curiously as he took off his sweat jacket leaving him in a crisp white t shirt with his gold chain draped over it. Moving some of the candles he sat on the rim watching her.

“It’s warm now that’s why. You should’ve had me get in here first and then we could’ve had movie night.” She joked using the wash cloth on her legs.

“Well that’s nothing we can’t fix.” Since the water level was low enough he turned the knob to the hot water and let it run. “Better?”

Biting her lip Y/N gave a shy nod. “Thank you daddy.”

Grabbing the towel from her hands Erik poured her favorite body wash into the rag. Dipping his hand into the water he let it gain a lather before using it to clean her with it. Y/N could feel the gentleness of his hand as she relaxed. She felt him travel all over her body before reaching her pussy. Erik’s bare hand began to caressing her outer lips.

Spreading open her thighs so he could have a better access Y/N cuffed the back of her knees bringing them up to her chest.

“You givin up the pussy like that?” His chain swinging above her playing with her clit. Going over the hard nub in circles Erik bent his head down to kiss her when moans began to leave her mouth. Y/N grasped onto his shirt as she used her hips to meet his movements. Bringing her free hand up to her left titty she started to tweak and pull her nipple. Even through the water she could feel her wetness escaping.

“Daddy get me out of this water and fuck me.” It was more of command than a question and Erik was more than happy to abide. He waited until Y/N was standing up fully before grabbing her by her thighs and carrying her back to the bedroom. He didn’t give a damn about getting his clothes wet because his main focus was to please her and that pussy.

Plopping her on the bed Y/N crawled to the middle, taking a pillow and putting it over her body as she watched him take off his shirt. He sent her a look that let her know that, that wasn’t going to stop him. Y/N seen the colors of his eyes grow darker. Which told her one thing. Erik wanted to fuck, fuck. Bringing her hand over her pussy she bit her lip prepared to take the beating she wanted badly.

Erik stepped out of his pants which left him in nothing but his briefs. The print of his thick and heavy semi-hard dick poked out making an appearance. Walking towards Y/N he waisted no time grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Hearing a squeal leave her lips he glanced up before bringing his face up to hers. His lips millimeters away.

“Ima tell you this once and once only... you keep me from getting in this pussy like how I want Ima fuck you up. Got it.” He gave her a fair warning but he was serious.

“Yes daddy.” Y/N reached her head up biting his lower lip.

Erik’s low eyes studying the way she sucked on making sure he was going to her mouth to use later. Taking each hand he spread her legs open by the back of her thighs bringing them as far as they could go. Going to her neck he sucked on the flesh taking his time. Running his tongue over one of her spots before flicking it slowly. Creating hickies and then kissing them.

Y/N gripped his dreads pushing him lower. She was beyond ready to feel his warm tongue suck her nipples and pussy. “Please daddy.” Her whimpers touching his ears.

Following the wants of where his wife desired him to be next Erik went to her left breast tonguing her nipple. Flicking the hard pebble over and over before sucking it. If it was for him to say, the left titty was his favorite which is why he always stayed there the longest. Switching over he gave the right the same treatment.

Y/N began to grow impatient, needy, and bratty all in one. She wanted to control the situation but was always out dominated by Erik. When she tried to push his head down further Erik grabbed her wrists bringing them to the side of her head and purposely stayed at her breast longer than he planned.

“You know you not in charge so cut that shit out.” His deep raspy voice retorted while kissing down her stomach paying close attention to the area knowing about her insecurities towards it.

Finally coming face to face with his weakness he held her legs open. Her phat pussy lips soaked and covered with her natural lubricant. Her pink showing with the spread of her lower lips. Erik was ready to eat her pussy till she was crying. It was that pretty to him. Making a trail of kisses on her inner thighs he kissed each lip with appreciation from all the times it made him nut.

“Still my shit, ain’t it?” His breath hitting her skin making her jump.

“Eat it then daddy-“

The feeling of his warm spit cut her off. Looking down at the sight Y/N’s mouth hung open watching the long string of liquid leave her husband’s mouth.

“Hold this shit open for me.” He demanded her.

Her hand went down as fast as the order came spreading her lips apart. She could feel the saliva against her fingers. But it didn’t matter the moment she felt Erik give numerous flicks to her nub. Her reflexes causing her legs to try to close but couldn’t with the firm grip he had on her thighs. He teased her going back and forth between doing that and sucking on her lips. Her hips thrusting and ready to feel the human vac machine suck her clit.

“Daddy suck that clit please.” Y/N begged. She could get nasty when the time came and she didn’t care about what she had to say or do just for her to cum.

Using his tongue Erik ran it along her slit. Going to her opening he dipped inside the warm tight treasure coating his tongue before going to her clit and sucking it. The taste of her juices dripping out made his dick put a tent in his briefs. The moment it reached his taste buds Erik became a predator tearing apart his prey. Her pussy. Repeatedly sucking her bud Erik had Y/N tugging on his dreads pushing him into her pussy.

“Ugh baby I’m gonna fuckin-“ The yelling coming from her throat made it raw and cut her sentence short. The tight cramping in her lower belly causing a tear to fall from the corner of her eyes. She exploded right on his tongue and he kept going.

Constant sucking to her clit had her whimpering. Her pussy was becoming sensitive and she couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing at his head hoping he’d get the message but he didn’t when he smacked her hand away. The continuous assult on her pussy caused another orgasm to erupt shortly after the first one. Erik lifted up. His beard covered in her essence as he bended down kissing her. His tongue swiping over hers letting her taste herself.

Sending a rough smack to her thigh he pulled away. “Come suck this dick.” Standing up straight and pulling down his underwear his nine inch dick sprung out.

Y/N’s body felt drained but going against the feeling she got on her knees staying on the bed. Leaning forward she kissed the head with no hands looking up at him.

“Thank you for making me cum daddy.” Holding him up by the shaft Y/N stuck her tongue out wetting up the sides.

“That ain’t the last time you cumin for the night.” Taking his long arm he slapped her ass cheek making her arch.

Opening her mouth Y/N smacked the tip of his dick on her tongue before flicking the sensitive area underneath it. Erik groaned and brought his hand up to her hair. He gripped the kinky locks giving it the shape of a ponytail. Y/N giggled as she took him into her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down creating extra saliva to get him sloppy. She felt him grow in her mouth and that made her pussy throb and become wetter. The swivel of her tongue rubbing against his under tip whenever she came to it had Erik sucking in air and backing away.

“Daddy don’t run.” Y/N coming off his dick to tease him.

“You tryna make me nut with that fucking slick ass tongue of yours. Damn ma keep going.” He slapped her ass for encouragement.

Y/N obeyed stroking him with one hand and focused on his head. She was trying to get him there but Erik didn’t want to bust from head. He wanted to get up in her guts. She began humming to block her gag reflexes to deep throat him. The vibrations from her mouth and watching the strings of spit falling on her titties sent Erik over the edge. Taking her ponytail he pulled her off him.

“Turn yo ass around now.” His voiced barked as he felt defeated. He had to gain his control back.

Y/N knew she was in trouble by the sound of his voice.

When she wasn’t moving fast enough Erik grabbed her by the hips placing her into position. Smacking her ass he punished her for trying to make him cum too quick. Gripping the base of his dick he rubbed it up and down her second lips coating himself with her slick lubricant before sinking inside her with one thrust. The sudden movement had him regretting it when he felt like he was going to bust off entry.

Y/N’s mouth ajar and eyes rolling up feeling the long and girthy dick enter her depths in one motion. Usually she would work her way down on him but tonight Erik was going crazy. Her wall clenched down on him from the invasion. One hand gripping the comforter and the other reaching behind for his.

“Ohh fuck...daddy you’re so deep already.” Y/N moaned blowing out air as she took deep breaths.

“Sss I know baby, pussy good as fuck.” Erik groaned while slowly starting up his strokes. He had to pace himself because he felt close but he wanted her to cum again.

Using her hips for leverage he thrusted into her feeling her tight wet walls gripping him. Slapping her ass he picked up his pace when he felt his nut wavering off. Y/N mouth spewing out curses coming out of her arch. Placing his hand at the top of her back he held her in place as his hips stroked up in her. But when she came up again he got annoyed.

“Man keep that fuckin arch and let me get in this pussy.” He stated irritated.

Not stopping his movements he put his hands in the middle of her back and put his weight on her. He figured that would help her since she acted like she didn’t know how to. Erik grinded his hips rotating them getting deeper in her pussy. He was trying to hit that button that he touched plenty of times before.

Biting her lip from the pressure she felt pushing at her stomach Y/N cried as she felt him hitting her spot. Not only was he stretching her pussy open but he was digging deep. Closing her eyes she started to see white dots in the darkness of them. Her brain becoming almost unresponsive as he stroked her into oblivion.

“Daddy okayyy!” Taking her hand Y/N brought it behind her. She wanted him to let up on her because he was beating her pussy up.

Sweat droplets now appearing on Erik’s forehead as he lifted up. “What’s up, you gon throw it back?”

Looking behind her she whimpered a ‘yes’. Erik smirked putting his hands behind his back but continued his strokes. He waited until she caught his rhythm before faltering his movements. Y/N used the weight of her ass as she threw it back on him. She held on to the sheets hearing the sound of their skin clapping together. When she felt his tip reach deeper than she wanted it to she scooted up only taking half of his dick.The sting of a hard slap on her right cheek made her tightened her hold on both the covers and his dick.

“Get back on that dick. I’m not gon tell you again.” His voice barked.

“Okayy.” The whimpers leaving her lips involuntarily.

Going down on him further Y/N reached behind her gripping her ass cheeks to help him get in there the way he liked. Her stomach going into a cramp as she noticed she was going to orgasm again for the third time tonight. Her walls slicking up and gripping his dick as she continued to fuck herself.

“I feel you gripping this dick.. go head and nut and after you do you better not stop till I get mine.” He thrusted his hips up making sure she understood him.

Due to that Y/N’s body trembled beneath him as she came on his dick. Her cream coating all over him. But she didn’t stop. Even through her overstimulation she kept going because she wanted to make this nigga nut. She began to throw her hips back against his harder. Looking behind her she was met with Erik’s dark eyes watching her. He brought his hand up gripping her hair. Not moving his hips but just having something to hold.

“Make this dick nut.” He stuck his tongue out at her teasingly before smirking.

The combination of his golds showing and the way his chain hung around his neck as he bosses her around had Y/N going crazy. Reaching under her she gripped his balls massaging them to help him get there. Putting her kegal exercises to work she squeezed her walls when she reached the tip and released reaching the bottom.

Erik’s tried backing out but Y/N followed him everywhere he went. “I want my nut daddy.” She mocked him flicking her tongue at him and bit her lip.

Erik’s lips went in a tight line as he felt her throwing her pussy on him. His eyes clenched shut when he felt the tip of his dick throbbing. He was there and she knew it. The sound of him sucking in air and his stomach becoming sunken in always gave him away. Erik met her thrust four times before filling her up with his seed. He waited until he was milked out before he slowly pulled out of her.

Y/N twerked as she laughed. Laying flat on her belly she looked behind her at her husband who had his hands on his head catching his breath.

“You tapping already?” Biting her lip she smiled holding her chin up with her hand.

Erik bent down kissing both ass cheeks.

“I ain’t tapping outta shit...we just getting started.”

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but ... it’s valentine’s day

fem!reader x jon moxley

reader loves Valentine's Day, but Jon isn't the biggest fan of the holiday and he makes sure everyone knows that ...

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: kinda fluffy, public touching and a little teasing, smut

— we’re gonna ignore the fact that this is being posted almost 2 months late. okay? okay. —

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You walk back to your locker room after your match with Britt Baker. You're all sweaty and feel gross, even after you've wiped most of the sweat away. The match was for the number one contender's tournament, and you lost but you're happy for your best friend since she advanced, even if it was because she beat you.

The door closes behind you and you fall onto the little loveseat with a sigh. You close your eyes for a second, literally one second, when the door opens and you hear your boyfriend ask, "Why does everyone make a huge deal about Valentine's Day?"

"It's a day to show some extra love to your significant other," you say, closing your eyes again. "Balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates. You know, it's a thing."

Jon sits beside you and says, "I can give you balloons, chocolates, and romantic dates any day of the week."

You look over at him and say, "You haven't given me balloons or chocolates. Romantic dates, yes, but not the balloons or chocolates."

He blinks at you and says, "I don't have to give you balloons or chocolates. I give you the hottest sex you'll ever have, whenever you want."

"You do," you giggle. "Maybe I'd like some chocolates and balloons today though."

Your boyfriend moves closer to you and puts a hand on your thigh. "Or," he says, kissing your jaw. "I can just give you some hot sex again." A sigh escapes your lips and you smile.

Jon rubs your thigh a bit as you say, "I have to shower and I do want to at least do dinner tonight since it is Valentine's Day. Then after that, all the hot sex you want, baby."

He looks at you and asks, "Can I join you in the shower?"

"As long as you promise you won't try anything and actually let me shower," you tell him, standing up.

Jon nods and says, "I promise, baby."

He doesn't keep his promise. Not at all.

***

You get home after Jon turned a 20 minute shower into an hour-long shower. Dinner is very late because you had a match, and because of the long shower, but you still get dressed up to go out. You dress into a two piece red dress. The top is lacey, almost see through and has long sleeves. The neck dips low, revealing a lot of your cleavage, and it's cut like a crop top. It hugs your body. You know Jon will love that, especially since it reveals a decent amount. He'll also love the fact that the skirt is short and tight. You put on red heels and put your hair up in a high ponytail, adding some light makeup after. Not too much though.

Just so you can use it against Jon later, you don't wear any underwear. You're completely commando.

Jon waits downstairs for you. He sits on the couch and scrolls through his phone. You click into the living room and clear your throat. "Ready?" you ask.

Your boyfriend looks up from his phone and his eyes almost bug out of his head. "Damn, baby," he says. "I don't know if I can make it through dinner with you looking like that."

You walk over to him and stand behind him. He's looking back at you as you lean down, putting your hands on his shoulders. You say, "I have a surprise for you after dinner, but you have to be good. Okay?"

Jon says, "I can't promise you that. Look at what happened last time I promised you I wouldn't do anything."

"Touche," you giggle. "Come on. Dinner then sex, I promise."

Your boyfriend reluctantly gets up and leaves with you to go to dinner.

Both of you decided on the way home that you would just go to a nice place that wouldn't be completely booked since it's late on Valentine's Day. Most couples would be home by now so you're hopeful to get a table pretty quickly.

You do have to wait a little bit. You sit with Jon in the waiting area on a comfortable bench that's cushioned. Jon sits very close to you. You look over at Jon, saying, "You better not do anything, Jon. Or no present for you."

He holds his hands up and says, "I'm not doing anything to you, baby. I promise. See? Hands are up and I'm not touching you."

A smile forms on his lips and you shake your head, a smile forming on yours. "You are really testing it," you say.

"I'm not testing anything," he says. "But I still don't get romantic dates on Valentine's Day. I can take you out whenever you want to. Why couldn't we stay home and have sex or something."

You say, "Because Valentine's Day is about spending the day doing romantic stuff. Not about how hard you can fuck me, Jon. I know how hard you can fuck me and I've learned the hard way just how hard you can fuck me."

He snickers a bit and says, "You really couldn't walk for the rest of the day."

Laughing, you say, "I couldn't. That was your fault."

Jon smirks, proud of himself. You take his hand and rest your head on his shoulder.

Soon after, your name is called. A table is ready, and the hostess leads you to the table. Jon sits adjacent to you and you begin looking over the menu.

Younger couples surround you in the restaurant. The couple that are parents are probably home with their kids at this point.

A waitress comes up to you and Jon, saying, "Hi, my name is Andi and I'll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get y'all to drink?" She has a slight southern accent.

Jon says, "A bottle of your finest wine for the table, please."

"Anything for you, darlin'," the waitress says, writing down Jon's request. You blink at the waitress as she walks off.

You continue to look over the menu, trying to find something to eat. It's a fancy restaurant so there are steaks and there are pasta dishes. You're not really in the mood for anything specific.

The waitress comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Okay, what can I get y'all to eat?" she asks.

You say, "I'll have the broccoli chicken alfredo. Can I get some extra alfredo sauce on that please?"

She nods and asks, "And for you, handsome?"

That little comment made you a little angry, you won't lie. You stare at Jon and he says, "I'll take a 12 ounce sirloin steak with mushrooms and onions. And for the sides, I'd like a loaded baked potato and french fries."

He got french fries. He knows you love french fries and he knows you'll snack on them. A smile forms on your lips.

The waitress nods and walks off. You pout a bit at Jon.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jon asks, looking at you. "Are you feeling okay? Sore from your match?"

You say, "She was flirting with you."

Jon reaches out and tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear before he says, "I didn't notice. My girlfriend is looking sexy right beside me."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, warming them. Jon laughs as you blush. "It's not funny," you say.

"You're cute," Jon says. "And I love you."

You smile a bit and say, "Okay, fine. I love you too."

He leans over and pecks your lips. When he pulls back, you lean into him and press a longer kiss to his lips. One of Jon's hands slip between your thighs under the table. You put your elbows on the table and put your head in your hands. You look at Jon as his fingers slip further up your skirt.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as Jon surprisingly discovers you're not wearing any underwear. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips. "You're leaving yourself vulnerable to me, Y/N," Jon starts.

"You are not fingering me in the middle of a restaurant," you loud whisper at him. "So help me, Moxley. No surprise for you."

Jon chuckles and he just plays with your clit under the table. You have bite your lip to stay quiet. You feel yourself getting more wet with every movement of his fingers. This goes on until your meals get to the table.

Both of you are very turned on at this point because of him teasing you and touching you under the table so after you're done eating, Jon pays the bill and quickly leaves with you. You get in the car, and Jon gets in too. He drives to your shared house. You've taken off your heels by this point so you can get inside quicker.

It takes about two seconds for Jon's lips to find yours as soon as the door is closed. He presses your back against the door as you start to unbutton the buttons on his nice button-up that he wore to dinner. He quickly sheds the shirt and it drops to the floor. Your tongue slides into his mouth.

Jon's hands are on your thighs before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as Jon walks into the living room. He drops you on your back on the couch, breaking the kiss. You sit up and undo the button on his pants. You can see the very obvious bulge in his boxers when you pull his pants down. You trace the print of his dick for a second before you pull the boxers down.

You gently begin to stroke his member. Jon sighs softly before grabbing a handful of your hair. "Be nice and suck it," he almost commands.

"I didn't hear a 'please'," you say, smirking.

Jon says, "The only time you'll hear the word 'please' tonight is when I'm fucking you and you beg me for more."

The dirty talk is definitely a turn on for you. You bite your lip and take his dick in your hand before you take him in your mouth. You begin bobbing your head, using your hand for what can't fit in your mouth. Jon's hand is still in your hair as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

You hum around him. You know that drives Jon crazy. Your hands are on his thighs and you grip a little bit. Jon grabs your ponytail and tilts your head back after a moment, his member sliding out of your mouth. You stare up at him and wait for him to do something.

Jon takes off the top of your two piece dress before taking the skirt off. He smirks when he sees that you’re now completely naked. He knows you went completely commando under your dress.

“You’re so bad, Y/N,” Jon tells you.

You grab his wrists and pull him onto you. He braces himself on the back of the couch and looks at you. “I had to learn from someone, didn’t I?” you say innocently.

He pushes you onto your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. “I know you learned from me, Y/N,” he says.

A smile forms on your lips as Jon lines himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slams into you. It’s not as painful as it used to be because he almost always starts out like this when you have sex. You’ve gotten used to it, but it feels more pleasurable than painful.

“God, fuck,” you cuss. “Do it again.”

He listens to you and thrusts hard into you again. You moan out his name and grasp onto the couch cushions. Jon hovers above you as he begins to repeatedly slam into your core. Your moans are loud almost from the start.

Jon goes harder and harder every few thrusts. You gasp and moan. When he finds your g-spot, you scream, “Jon! Right there! Please don’t stop.”

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the house. You grasp onto Jon’s arms, digging your nails into the skin as he fucks you.

A pit forms in your stomach and you know you’re close, but you still need to give Jon his Valentine’s Day present.

So, much to Jon’s surprise, you roll so you’re straddling his dick, which is still inside of him. Jon stares up at you and you begin to bounce up and down on his member. Your moans are loud and his hands are on your waist.

The pit in your stomach explodes without warning and you release around Jon, moaning his name. Jon cums inside of you, not wanting to dirty the couch cushions. You’re okay with it.

You collapse onto Jon’s chest. You bury your face in his neck and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Both of you lay and catch your breaths.

“Best Valentine’s Day sex we’ve ever had,” Jon pants. “You need to top me more often, Y/N.”

A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “With pleasure.”

[theficplug]

Date Night with The Dragos

warnings: SMUT , So 18+ as always . 

Viktor Drago x Black Reader

(reader has a cute little night in with her husband)

other fics in the same timeline: mine , holidays with the dragos 

You add a little mascara to your bottom lashes before starting to slick your hair into a bun. You start your livestream.

“Okay y’all so we didn’t do a live for Christmas cause our little cherub was born right before Thanksgiving. Can you believe it?” you ask while waving at the camera and showing the screen the little shoes on the bathroom counter for the baby that’s probably too big for him to wear now but you’re just so excited for him to wear his little Doc Martens.

“How do you feel about this dress? I feel like it’s just right for the occasion but it feels a little silly to be wearing it indoors but I for damn sure wasn’t taking any risks with going out ri. So Restaurant A La Drago it its” 

You watch as the hearts pop up across the screen and the sweet comments about how you’re glowing and a few questions about Viktor.

“It’s actually date night so he’s downstairs cooking, again and will probably pop his head in at any minute to check on us. Can you believe he just made it in town yesterday? Safe to say I won at life with that one. He’s a complete papa bear and doesn’t even let us out of his sight when he’s here. But, we are still in a pandemic of course. So, date night will be at home. I think he’s trying to make sort of pasta, shrimp alfredo and some other food. I won’t bother him but I wanted to just come on for a bit and say a very late Happy New Year! I also promised y’all a “Plus Size Sex Q&A” so here we are.” you tell your viewers and instantly you see the questions start to pop up on the screen and one catches your eye. 

"Okay boo so you're saying that you're nervous about letting your man go down on you because of your double chin and fupa? He knows what you look like. He sees you regularly and he knows how beautiful you are , regardless. How they gon’ get offended cause you're living your best life and you’re extra plushy? Any man worth a damn is going to worship and taste the rainbow like the goddess you are. He better lift and push. Lift and stroke or he can lift the key to the door and go ‘cause you don’t have time for someone that makes you feel bad about your body. Simple. How are you gonna beat eggs if you aint got a handle to hold on to?  Also on that same topic. I notice a lot of women talk about wanting to taste like pastries, candy, or some sort of fruit. And I'm like, baby if he wanted a fruit basket he better hit up Edible Arrangements. He/she/they already know what's up. Same with hair. They better call you their little furby and call it a day. As long as you're clean and healthy.  We are adults. It’s your choice. Men who have a problem with this, cum probably taste radioactive. You’re just fine." You say supportively as the positive comments and questions pour through the section at the bottoms of the screen. 

'How about riding your man when you're plus size?' the next question sticker you selected was put up onto the screen for everyone to see. 

"I know that a lot of us are worried about this because one, Megan Knees are few and far in between. And two, we don't wanna feel like we're "crushing" them. So I feel like the best way for both of us is to kind of have him on the edge of the bed so that way you can place one foot on the floor and ooh make sure you grab a pillow! That way you can have your other knee next to his hip and on top of a pillow. So you're not putting your weight on him but not all the pressure is on your knees either. So you can go for longer and snatch his soul." You say giggling at the last bit.

At this point you hadn't noticed Viktor had come up to the bathroom to ask you if you wanted a snack, but he didn't want to interrupt your time with your viewers. 

He stood there admiring how you looked in your new dress. His gaze was all over you as he watched you in your element. Viktor didn’t even think that he had the words to describe the feeling of butterflies sitting in the pit of his stomach like he’s meeting you for the first time in the elevator at that press conference. 

"I also saw that question about the girls, the boobs not being perky and being afraid to just free them during. But like-"Do my titties hang low?  Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie ‘em in a knot? Can you put ‘em in a bow? YES." You say laughing softly as the 😂 emojis start to pop up in the comment section

"Yes , they do and you know what? They fit in Vik’s hands just the same as all the others."  You say and you hear his coughing from the doorway . You turn to look at him already turning red as you smile at him.

"What's the topic for today? What are you talking about up here?" He asks with a small smirk and a blush across his cheeks. 

You stop and look at him for a moment dressed in a nice crisp grey button up with dark grey pants that had his thighs looking right. He even wore dress shoes as if you were actually going out.

"Look at you! I haven’t seen you out of gym clothes in so long. You look so damn handsome babe! They were saying that they're sometimes a little insecure about letting their guy see all of them because their boobs sag. . . Mine are here to feed Andrii. Don't nobody have time to have a bra on to pretend that they’re perky. Then it’s digging into my shoulders and my back rolls and I can’t even focus on what’s going on in front of me. It’s about your comfort and pleasure too.” you say and you read the comments of people complimenting you on settling on the Andrii’s name and saying how much they feel validated and seen. 

Viktor places soft kisses along your shoulder and neck before looking up at you and nodding. “You’re right. At the end of the day we are just glad to be seeing titties. It doesn't matter where they sit on your body.” 

You look at him and fall out laughing at him saying titties but nodding along with what he’s saying. 

“Do you remember- Okay this is too much information but do you remember when we first started talking and you said you’d never cu-” you are cut off by him kissing you and you giggle into his mouth knowing that he gets shy easily and don’t want them knowing his business.

He wraps his arms around you hugging you from behind in front of the large mirror before leaning down to the baby swing that’s to the left of you to look at Andrii asleep and clutching his blanket. 

“I would say that a lot of guys are , what is the word for it ? I’m trying to say that they want their girls to have the “perfect” everything. Perfectly curvy with no stretch marks or cellulite or anything else. But half of them are out here smelling like cheese with dirty socks. I stay in the gym at least 6 out of the 7 days of the week because of my career and I’m still saying don’t worry about them. None of that matters because when you find the right one for you. They’re going to want to be all up on you. But forewarning, this is the result-'' Viktor explains chuckles lowly as he turns your phone to Andrii. 

You shake your head and laugh softly at your man standing and reading the comments of how cute Andrii is and how much he looks just like Viktor. 

“Can y’all believe that? 9 months of literally feeling like I was growing an alien just for him to come out looking just like his papa. His full name is Andrii Viktor Ivan Drago, yes.” you say answer one of the questions about if you still wanted his middle name to be Viktor. 

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more because it is date night and y’all can’t see it right now but the way that this man got his giant hand tapping on my butt is letting me know that he wants me to wrap it up. So, I hope you have a good day and a new year full of good love and blessings on blessings.” you say to them before blowing them kisses and telling Viktor to say bye.

He couldn’t wait for you to turn off the instagram live so that he could love on you. 

“Damn I love you. You look so good. You always look good but you look amazing tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out but let me put Andrii in his bed so that I can show you what I’ve got for you, beautiful.” Viktor says to you before carefully leaning down to scoop Andrii out of the swing.

You meet Viktor downstairs with the baby monitor in hand and he tells you to close your eyes as he walks you over to the kitchen. 

“Okay, open. Don’t roast me but I tried.” he says as he takes his hands off of your eyes. 

As you open them, the candles and rose petals come into view. He decorated the living room with bouquets of flowers for you and candles with blankets, pillows, and movies set up near the tv. Dinner was already set up on the table with candles lit and the wine glasses already full. 

He even got the fireplace going. It was the little things that won you over with him. 

“Why would I roast you? It’s perfect, thank you bae! I love it and you.” you voiced as Viktor looks at you smiling all shyly. This giant ass boxer was a giddy little thing around his wife that he adored more than anything and getting praises from you was his favourite thing next to being a papa.

“That’s not it though. These are for you. I know that I didn’t have a chance to get you a “push gift” like you we were talking about. Hell, I was just hoping that I would make Andrii’s birth in time. The press for the fight again Adonis was crazy. But I ordered these like a week ago and was waiting for the right moment.” he explains and you eye him for a moment because this almost felt like when he put the box in your hand when he proposed. 

As you opened the first box the diamond necklace sparkled instantly under the kitchen lights along with the matching earrings and your arms instantly went around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

“These are beautiful, baby! Thank you.” You say to him before he takes it out of the box and places the set on you. 

“I meeaaannan I can be romantic or whatever.” he says jokingly using your phrase and he leans down to kiss you sweetly before asking if you’re hungry. 

“This smells and looks so good. I can’t believe you pulled it off bae.” you compliment him and he lets out a low chuckle as he shovels a fork of pasta into his mouth. 

Other couples usually did the sitting across the table thing from each other but you two were so clingy with each other that you had to sit next to each other.

You sat leaning into him while twirled some of the pasta onto the fork and fed it to you. 

“Nah, I fucked up while I was trying to add the sauce . I had to call the italian restaurant down the street from us but it’s still good, yes?” he asks and you nod before opening the other container. 

“Is this chocolate mousse?” you question and he laughs loudly knowing you’re about to go in.

The silence falls over both of you and you take his hand in yours when you notice that he’s deep in thought. 

“Do you remember what I told you, yes? There is no shame here. What is there to be ashamed of? You are my champion.  Win or lose. Belt or no belt. One loss to Adonis doesn’t make that any less true. I didn’t need to watch a single match to know that. I love you, and honestly you made enough money off of that match to retire and never have to step foot in the ring again. I’ve been thinking about it. If you wanted to go after your own dreams and not what your father wanted. I’d be behind you 100 percent.” you reassure him and he drops his head to your shoulder before leaning up to kiss you softly. 

“I’ll think about it...I love you. ” he replies quietly before you break the little bit of tension by asking him to pass you the mousse. 

Dinner went by so lovely with your man after getting the elephant in the room out of the way. It was just nice to enjoy him and his conversation after so long of him being away and you being focused on your work and Andrii. 

He really is the sweetest as he cleared the table and stood by the sink about to wash the dishes. 

You swayed your hips to the music as you sauntered over to him. The wine was already flowing through your system as you hugged him from behind. 

You take the towel out of his hand. He relaxes against you and lets out a breath as your hands run down his chest and to his stomach while you sway with him to the melody.

“What are you up to, wife?” he asks as he watches your hands travel to the button of his pants and undo them before slowly gliding your hand across his bulge, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Is this for me?” you tease as you begin to pump him slowly and you drop down in front of him. 

You kiss the head of his dick before kissing the side and licking a strip up the underside of him. 

“Just wanna thank you for all that you do for us. I really got the best husband in the world. You’re so good to me.” you say to him knowing that his praise kink is about to go into overdrive. 

“I vowed to take care of you. I intend to honour that… In all ways.” he says with a smirk while he’s cupping your chin and running his thumb across your cheek. 

“Let me take care of you right now.” you say laughing softly before running his tip across your lips and suckling softly before taking him into your mouth slowly to not gag as you glide him further. 

“God daaaammnn” was all he managed to say as you begin to slurp him down and bob your head . At this point you were an expert at breathing through your nose and throating all of him effortlessly. 

You look up at him through your lashes and wide eyed as you watch him grip the sink and thrust his hip using your mouth as much as he needs. You put your hands behind your back and let him work. 

He was already biting and licking his lips while moaning your name brokenly before asking you to stop after a few minutes. 

You let your lips trail over him slowly as you pull off with a pop and look up at him with a pout.

“You didn’t like it papi?” you tease him as you massage his thigh with one hand and continue to stroke him with the other.

He laughs deeply at the little pout on your lips as he wipes the mascara that smeared a little and he runs his thumb across your lip before pulling you up to him. 

“You’re such a lil tease. Come here.” 

He helps you wriggle out of your dress while you unbutton his shirt and push his boxers down further. 

Viktor aint waste no time lifting you off your feet and onto him. He walks you over to the huge pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

He laid you in front of him as he planted heated kisses from your lips to your neck, to each of your breasts as he reached behind you and unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side. As he leaned down to softly lick over your nipples knowing that they’re a little sensitive he takes his time as you moan softly and lay your head back.

This man was going to be the death of you as he started trailing his tongue down your stomach and pulling the bright scarlet red lace thong you were wearing down your thick legs. 

He grabbed one of the pillows that was off to the side and put it under the lower part of your back. He wastes no time lifting your leg up to him and licks your inner thigh. 

He places a kiss to your other one and licks at your calf before laying in between your legs. He grips your hips and brings you up to his mouth to devour. 

Viktor grabs the back of your thighs , squeezing gently as he nibbles and suckles your clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before licking between your folds and sliding his tongue into you at a rhythm that has you writhing and trying to wrap your thighs around him as he pushes deeper into you. 

You let out a low broken whine as he slides his hands from your hips up your sides and to your breasts to hold on. He lets go of one as he brings his hands to your mouth to get his fingers nice and wet when you suck on them. 

He brings them down to massage you while his tongue never falters and you are lifting your hips off of the pillow while warning him that you were close. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” 

All you could do was close your eyes and lay your head back as you try to push his head off of you and he locks his arm around your waist. He didn’t stop until his beard was glistening with the essence of you and he sighed happily against you when you came. He placed soft kisses to you as he let go of your waist.

“Good girl. You made a mess, huh?” Viktor says massaging your thighs and he gives you a second to catch your breath as you sit up and kiss him bringing him down to lay on top of you and capture your lips in his, sloppily.

He slips his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself on it as his hands wander down your body massages over every roll, every dip, every crevice of your beautiful brown skin. 

You didn’t even need to make sure that he was fully where he needed to be because you could feel him resting heavily on your stomach as he grinded against you and kissed you back. 

Viktor pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other as he stroked himself for a moment before pushing into you. He turns his head to kiss your ankle as he rolls his hips into you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as his strong thrusts sent you into a world of ecstasy. 

With a  slight sheet of sweat already adorning his beautiful chiseled body . You scraped your acrylic nails down his abs and watched them clench and his hips stuttered for a moment as he licked over his lips and chuckles when he shudders at your touch. You drag the nails over his thighs and let out a loud whine of his name when he finds your spot. 

“Fuck, fuck.” is all that he managed to say as he watched your breasts bounced from the force of his quickened, deeper thrusts before his eyes settle on yours. 

You stare into his emerald greens all glossy eyed and his reddened lips all puffy from you sucking on them. He had a hickey forming right above his trimmed patch from you suckling there earlier before taking him into your mouth. 

He falls over you resting his weight on his arms as his biceps flex and he leans down to kiss you again.

He hisses as his muscles tense and he leans down to nip at your neck. 

You rest your hand on his hip and push him back for a second. 

“You still sore?” you ask referring to his last fight that took place two days ago and he hadn’t had time for an ice bath or to get a deep tissue massage. 

“I’m alright. Damn you’re gripping my shit like a vice. Feels good?” he asked smiling softly, always aiming to please. 

You nod and push his hips back before letting him slowly pull out. 

As you moved him he looked confused for a second before you placed two pillows under his knees and laid on your stomach and pushed your hips back waiting for him. You reached back to grab his arm gently and lock it around your waist again. 

Viktor chuckles softly before letting out a “thank you baby”.  

He runs his dick against you for a moment getting it wet before gliding into you fully and effortlessly. 

His hands rubbing from the back of your thighs, to your cheeks, and up your back as he lays on grips your chin as he buries himself into you at a slow even pace, letting you adjust to him.

You both let out a loud drawn out moan and you hold onto the pillow in front of you while his thrusts begin to quicken. 

His strong thighs were hitting the back of yours with his powerful thrusts . You let out little soft squeals and moans as you rotate your hips to meet his thrusts and you swear this man was growling at this point when you lean back against his chest and gripped his thigh while he pummeled into you. 

As you gripped his thigh he brought his hands down your body and leaned up for a second into the bag sitting off to the side and grabbed the mini vibrator on it and dragged it from your nipples down your stomach to settle on your clit as he pushed into you once, twice, and by the third time you were already falling forward before he catches you and his fist hits the ground as his own orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. 

You let out a content hum/sigh as your eyes flutter closed and Viktor peppers kisses on your skin as he fucks both of you through it. 

“Love you. Love you.” he whispers into your ear and you silently thank your doctor for recommending a new type of birth control ‘cause this man would’ve given you triplets on this round. 

He sat the vibrator aside and rocked his hips at a slower pace as he massaged your back and gently pulled out. You could feel him dragging against your walls as he did and that made you shiver a bit. 

Viktor quickly turned you around to look at you and smile at you all fucked out and lovingly. 

You give him a small smile and place your hands on his cheeks just sharing a loving moment with him before he brings your hands down to his heart and places them there. You know what he meant as he closed his eyes and just relished in the moment for a second . Thinking about how blessed he was to have someone to love him the way that you do. 

He finally presses kisses to your hands and leans down to kiss you before telling you he’ll be right back. 

Viktor’s gone for a moment to grab a warm cloth, boxers for himself, check on Andrii, and grab a silk gown for you before returning to check on you. 

He wraps you in his arms after cleaning up and you two talk by the fireplace for who knows how long as he tells you he thinks he’s done with boxing for good. 

You reassure him that you’ll be there when Ivan ultimately has a heart attack over it and you’ll both get through whatever may come , together as always. 

(unedited so there might be some typos lol. also sorry for posting this on a sunday enjoy! lol. 

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[a-smol-chub]

He can’t be THAT good...

(Hinakamuegi stuffing)

Na.egi Ma.koto frowns as he lets out a sigh. His pudgy stomach surges forward, pushing the zipper of his pants down. He had tried everything, sucking in, laying down, he simply couldn’t get his work pants to button. “...Kamu.kura..?” He calls out hesitantly.

Izu.ru Kamu.kura steps into the doorway almost immediately. His face remains calm and composed, even though Na.egi is flushed red, and looking down in shame. “Uh… can- can you get me some new work clothes…? Mine aren’t fitting anymore…”

Kamu.kura nods and steps into the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of black work pants. “These should fit better,” he states before leaving. Na.egi swallows thickly and peels off the offending pants before pulling the other pair on. They were a little small, but at least they would button. He quickly slips a white work shirt on before grabbing his suit jacket on his way out of the apartment. “Love you!” he shouts before heading out. As soon as the door closes, Kamu.kura ties his hair up and slips an apron on. It was time to start cooking dinner.

Na.egi sighs and plops down in his office chair. He knew he had been gaining weight recently, but Kamu.kura either didn’t notice, or just hadn’t pointed it out yet. He absentmindedly runs a hand over his stomach as he hears a knock at the door. He blushes slightly. “Come in!”

A young intern walks in, holding a stack of files. “Um… Kiri.giri-san asked me to bring these to you, Na.egi-san.” 

“Oh, thanks Hin.ata-kun!” Na.egi beams up at the intern. Coincidentally, Na.egi had met his current boyfriend through this coworker, Ha.jime Hin.ata. Hinata had introduced them at a party celebrating Kamu.kura’s big promotion a few months ago. 

“Oh… she also wanted me to give you this,” Hin.ata adds, holding out a single sheet of paper. Na.egi frowns, taking it. “It’s a form for a new uniform. She said yours isn’t fitting that well anymore…”

Na.egi flushes and looks down. “It- it’s not my fault…” he mutters weakly. “It’s Kamu.kura, he’s way too good at cooking.” Hin.ata lets out a snort and rolls his eyes.

“Look, that bastard is way too good at most things, but it’s hard to believe he’d actually put that much effort into cooking for anyone. He hates cooking.”

Na.egi pouts and crosses his arms. “Then why don’t you come over some day? So you can see just how much he cooks lately.”

“He must have changed a lot for you to be telling the truth. Oh, I guess I’m mildly interested. When are you guys free?” he asks.

Na.egi pulls out a small pocket calendar from a desk drawer and flips through the pages. “Hmm… looks like we’re both good this Tuesday and Wednesday. Which works better for you?”

“Ah, I have a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday. Let’s do Wednesday,” he says. Na.egi nods excitedly and puts the pocket book back. He couldn’t wait for Hin.ata to find out just how wrong he was.

The rest of the work day is dull, Na.egi flipping through hours of mindless paperwork, signing things, and passing them up to management. He stands up from his desk and blushes as his stomach brushes past the edge of his desk. There had been free donuts and cupcakes in the employee lounge, and he had had way more than he originally thought. He swears internally and hopes that Kamu.kura didn’t have another large dinner planned for him.

----

He was wrong, of course.

After multiple large courses of mouth-watering lasagna, bowls upon bowls of creamy alfredo, and heaping plates of Italian meatballs, Na.egi lets out a quiet whimper and his arms flop to his side. “Kamu.kura… th- these dinners…. I’ve been putting on a lot of weight lately…” he whines.

Kamu.kura frowns and kneels down next to him, rubbing circles on his overfed belly. “Is it upsetting you?” he asks. As always, his face conveys no emotions, no hint of what he was thinking.

Na.egi blushes and sputters, trying to respond, but his mind feels fuzzy. Kamu.kura’s hands kneading his painfully stuffed belly made him feel weak, as he squirmed slightly. He lets out a quiet belch into his fist and looks away. “Everyone in the office just thinks… the- they think I’m doing this myself…”

“You are, are you not? I only provide food for you, but you are the one who stuffs yourself to this capacity.”

Kamu.kura’s words do not help the situation. Na.egi can’t necessarily deny that, even though he sure tries. He can’t justify it even to himself, because Kamu.kura was right and he knew it. He sighs. “Hin.ata-kun doesn’t believe that your cooking is this good… so I told him he could come over for dinner on Wednesday to prove him wrong.”

Kamu.kura pouts, pressing a finger roughly into Na.egi’s stomach. The noise Na.egi lets out makes him stutter and cover his mouth with embarrassment. “Wh- what was that for?”

“I did not give you permission to invite Hin.ata over.”

Na.egi huffs and tries to rub at his own stomach to soothe it. “He- he started talking about the weight I’d gained, and he said I needed a new uniform and I tried to explain that this only happened because of your cooking! But… he didn’t believe me…”

Kamu.kura lets out a quiet chuckle and plants a gentle kiss on Naegi’s neck. “We have been over this. This is not my doing, but yours. You need to start taking responsibility for your own gluttony,” he states monotonously. Na.egi blushes again, looking down. “I… can cancel with him if you want me to… I’m sorry, I should have asked you first.”

“He may come over, but I will need time to prepare dinner for the both of you.”

Na.egi perks up, leaning forward to kiss Kamu.kura in excitement. But his tummy weighs him down, and he flops back into the chair with a small huff. 

Kamu.kura gently wraps his arm around Na.egi’s waist and pulls him up, helping him walk down the hallway and into the bedroom. He pulls Na.egi’s work clothes off his grossly overstuffed form, tossing the basically worthless scraps on the floor. He crawls in bed next to his soft lover and pulls a blanket over them both, turning light out.

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The days leading up to Hin.ata’s visit were fairly uneventful. Na.egi would wake up, struggle to get dressed, go to work, snack all day, and come home to Kamu.kura’s unfairly good cooking. This continued until Tuesday evening, after work, when Hin.ata walked into Na.egi’s office at the end of his shift. “Hey Na.egi-san. You ready to head out?”

Na.egi presses the power button on his monitor and nods, standing up with a quiet ‘oof’. Damn… he had overdone it today, too. He feels his center of balance shift as he stands, and he rests a hand on his stomach. “Yeah, just let me grab my jacket.”

Hin.ata watches him, silently judging the shorter boy for eating so much at work. He had seen Na.egi sneak into the break room multiple times to bring food to eat mindlessly at his desk. He had seen Na.egi make trips to the vending machine, buying multiple sugary drinks and fattening snacks to stock pile in a drawer. He knew Na.egi was blaming his weight gain on his new partner, Kamu.kura, but seeing how Naegi acts at work, Hin.ata sincerely doubts that. 

The two brunettes make their way downstairs to the street to hail a cab together. They both climb in the back of the taxi, and Na.egi leans forward to give the address to the driver. The ride only takes around 10 minutes. Hin.ata passes a couple of dollars to his coworker, who adds his own half, and gives it to the driver. They both thank the driver and step out onto the sidewalk.

Na.egi climbs up the stairs to the apartment and unlocks the door. Hin.ata stands behind him, and is taken aback when the strong aromas of Kamu.kura’s cooking hit him square in the face. Na.egi giggles as he sees Hin.ata stumble forward, not even bothering to take his work jacket off, and sit down at the dining table. Having been subject to this before, Na.egi has enough self control to take his shoes and jacket off before sitting down and filling his plate. 

----

He had doubted every word, up until that damn door was opened.

Hin.ata had known Kamu.kura since they were both kids, and they had grown up together. Kamu.kura was apathetic, cold, and didn’t have any motivation to do anything. To hear that his old acquaintance (Hinata wasn’t sure he could call him a friend, exactly) had changed so much as to start cooking this much for Na.egi, for Na.egi to have gained this much weight…

It didn’t make any sense.

He had sincerely doubted it.

He knew he was wrong the second the door opened. 

His mouth starts drooling before he even sits down. He sits down at the dining table, grabbing a plate and piling it high with everything in reach. He vaguely registers Na.egi sitting down next to him, grabbing his own plate and filling it with whatever he can. 

Hin.ata’s mind is a complete blur. All he can process is the continual flow of food being stuffed down his throat. Tender roast that melts in his mouth, creamy potatoes that slide down his throat, freshly buttered rolls with a perfectly crispy crust. He continues shoveling everything in reach into his gullet, without regard for how quickly he’s filling up. His stomach balloons forward, pushing against the buttons on his shirt. His fork hits the bottom of his plate, and his mind clears for a moment. He lets out a quiet groan and presses a hand against his stomach, trying to comfort it. 

“K-Kamu.kura…” he whines, squirming in his seat. Na.egi continues shoving food into his mouth, not hearing Hin.ata. He was already on his third plate. Kamu.kura steps forward, a ghost of a smirk present on his face. “Is there a problem, Hin.ata?”

“It- it hurts… it’s too much…” he moans. Kamu.kura kneels down beside his chair and presses a warm hand against his flesh. Hin.ata’s face flushes and he turns away.

“Then stop,” Kamu.kura says simply. “That’s all you have to do. Don’t fill your plate again, and don’t keep going.”

Even with direct instruction not to, Hin.ata finds himself sitting forward and piling more food onto his plate. Kamu.kura watches with a smirk, continuing to rub circles on his belly. Hin.ata feels and hears his belly gurgle in protest, but he can’t stop his hands from moving. 

Na.egi slumps back, groaning, and looks over at Hin.ata and Kamu.kura with bleary eyes. “Is… he alright..?” Na.egi asks between heavy pants. Kamu.kura nods, continuing to rub Hin.ata’s bloated tummy. Hin.ata moans around a particularly large bite of pasta, and he hears a loud ping. He looks down and blushes deeply as he stomach surges forward. He had actually eaten so much that a button had popped off of his shirt.

“Do.. you see what I mean..?” Na.egi asks quietly.

Hin.ata doesn’t have the strength to give a snappy response.

[vindicatedvirgil]

and they were roommates / analogical

oh my god they were roommates

includes: slow burn analogical, cute moments, me just vibing with virgil the whole damn time, god i wish this would happen irl, bad language use, also it just kinda drops off at the end, sorry (please let me know if i need to tag anything else)

(masterlist)

“That’s the last of my boxes,” Virgil muttered, hood up. “Thanks for letting me move in, Logan. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve coped with Remus and Janus.” It wasn’t that Remus and Janus were bad roommates, it was just… Janus was overbearing sometimes, trying to make sure that Virgil took care of himself. And Remus, was, well, Remus. He was always doing weird experiments and painting murals on the walls. Virgil was never 100% sure that the red blood was paint and not blood.

“It’s not a problem. The spare bedroom was just being used for storage,” Logan said from his seat at the dining table, his laptop open as he typed quickly. “Would you like some help unpacking?”

“I’m going to take a nap first, I think. But thanks.” Virgil took his final box to the room, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t bother to make the bed, and just laid down, falling asleep quickly.

-

“Virgil, it’s been three weeks and you haven’t unpacked yet,” Logan said, leaning against the doorframe to Virgil’s room. The boxes were open, clothes were strewn about the room, and the bed was still unmade, with just a blanket covering the mattress. “Please let me help you unpack.”

“Sheesh, it’s fine, it’s not like any of my shit is in your way,” Virgil muttered, finally pulling one of the headphone ears off. “I’ll get to it eventually.”

“Well, can you at least wash your dishes?” Logan crossed his arms, a frown on his face. “I’m not going to clean up after you. Janus might have done that for you, but I refuse to.”

“Fuck off,” Virgil’s voice was low, and he pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll do it later.”

-

Except he didn’t. The next morning, Logan stepped out of his room and almost directly onto Virgil’s foot. He was laying across the floor, face down, headphones blasting music so loudly that Logan could clearly hear the words to the song. Logan groaned, running a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner. He decided to kick Virgil’s foot, glaring down at the man.

“Get the fuck up, Virgil,” His voice was ragged, and his eyes dark. Virgil just grumbled, sitting up on the floor and looking up, pulling the headphones off. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and Logan had a moment where he almost felt sympathy, but it quickly passed. “Why are you laying in the hallway?”

“My room was making me anxious,” Virgil responded. “Too much… everything. The hallway is nice and empty. Perfect for laying down.” Logan watched the other man’s face carefully, noting the empty glare in his eyes.

“...are you okay?” He finally asked, eyes narrowing. He had never seen Virgil act this way, not really. Whenever they had been around each other, when Logan was visiting Remus for science projects or when they were both visiting Patton for dinner or Roman for movies, Virgil would be… okay. Logan didn’t notice when Virgil would excuse himself to the bathroom or leave early. He didn’t pay that close of attention, because he thought that Virgil was okay. He knew that Virgil had suffered from depression and anxiety pretty severely as a teen and in college, but figured that he had recovered, since no one ever really talked about it. He wondered if everyone else danced around the topic, not wanting to upset Virgil. And he wondered if he was being a bad friend, never checking in with the other, just… assuming.

Logan didn’t wait for Virgil to answer. He stepped over the man on the floor and went into the messy bedroom, taking stock of what needed to be moved and put away. He folded and hung up clothes, put sheets and a comforter on the bed, and broke down the empty boxes. There was a box on the desk that he peered into, finding some books that he set on a shelf and some notebooks that he set on the desk. 

When he exited the room, broken down boxes in his arms, he found Virgil laying across the hallway floor again. Logan walked around him and went to store the boxes in the hallway cabinet, then glanced at Virgil. He took his cellphone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Patton.

Virgil’s feeling down today, how can I help him? -Logan

What?! Is he okay? Do I need to come over? ~Patton

No, don’t do that. I cleaned up his room, but he’s laying on the floor in the hallway, face down. What do I do? -Logan

Let me text Janus. ~Patton

Logan sighed, leaving Virgil in the hallway. He took a seat on the couch, watching his phone intently, when a text came through from Janus.

If he’s feeling down and laying on the floor, just… let him be for a while. Offer him food and water just in case. He has these bad days a lot, so be gentle. xx Janus

Logan didn’t respond, he just locked his phone and sighed. He was right, he had never noticed, or maybe he never cared to notice because he was always so wrapped up in his own head. As he was about to get up and get a snack for Virgil, his phone chirped again.

His favorite movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas. If you can… just start playing it. He might come and watch, and if he does, just sit with him. xx Janus

Logan considered this, and once he prepared some snacks and two mugs of tea, he turned on the movie, making sure the volume was up enough for Virgil to hear it. Shortly after the opening song, he saw Virgil peek into the living room, but made no acknowledgements to this. He just took a long sip of his tea, looking only at the movie.

Virgil sat on the other end of the couch, pulling his legs under him, and watched the film in silence. At some point, he started drinking the tea and ate a few of the crackers that Logan had set out.

Once the movie was over, Logan cleaned up the mugs and snacks. As he was doing the dishes, he heard Virgil come into the kitchen. “...thank you, Logan,” was all that he said before he retreated into his room.

-

Logan peeked his head in through the crack in Virgil’s bedroom door. Virgil was sitting at the desk, leaning over a notebook and scrawling fast. The logical man cleared his throat so that he wouldn’t startle the anxious man, and Virgil turned around to look at him. 

“I made some pasta. If you’re hungry,” Logan said, his eyes watching Virgil’s movements carefully. In the three months that they had been living together, he had come to understand Virgil’s various moods, and could decipher what mood he was in based off of his body language.

Virgil scribbling in his notebook meant that his mind was overworking itself, that he was feeling anxious and he needed to get the thoughts out of his head. The best way to work with that was to bring him out of his room to eat and talk, or to watch a movie together.

If Virgil was laying on the floor, regardless of where, then he was having a depressed day. On those days, Logan practically had to force him to eat, to shower, and to rest on the couch. Those days usually turned into movie days, and when Logan had too much work to do he’d call Patton or Roman to come spend time with Virgil.

The third mood was one that happened very rarely. It was as if Virgil needed to do anything other than what he was supposed to do. He cleaned the entire apartment, did laundry, and spent a big part of the day baking. Logan hadn’t quite figured out what this mood meant, but he knew it wasn’t good.

“What kind of pasta?” Virgil asked. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t had anything to drink (which wasn’t true, because Logan had given him some water and tea earlier). 

“Chicken Alfredo,” Logan responded. “I also made a salad, and opened a bottle of white wine.” He figured that wine probably wouldn’t help Virgil’s depressed moods, but his anxious mood could do with some alcohol. “I could put on a film, too. Maybe Tangled?”

“Yeah… that sounds nice. I’ll be right out,” Virgil responded, turning back to his notebook. He finished writing a line and when he got back up, Logan had gone back out into the shared living space. 

The two filled their plates with food and brought the wine bottle and two glasses into the living room. Logan sat down first, setting down his plate and pouring some wine into each glass. Virgil turned the film on, and they watched in silence, save for the crunching of the food in their mouths.

Logan watched as Virgil mouthed along the words to “I See the Light” and couldn’t tear his gaze away. Virgil seemed so earnest, so into it, that Logan couldn’t help but feel a tightening in his chest. He finally looked away, but couldn’t focus on the rest of the film. His mind was wandering, imagining what it would be like to see Virgil give him a genuine smile, like the ones he had seen given to Patton and Janus.

When the film ended, Virgil was the first to get up and clear the dishes. Logan didn’t get up, but he heard Virgil turn on the sink in the kitchen. He turned off the film and stood up slowly, wondering if he should go into the kitchen to talk to his roommate. He heard a crash in the kitchen and quickly ran towards the room.

“Stop! Wait!” Virgil yelled before Logan crossed the threshold. One of the wine glasses had slipped out of Virgil’s hand and there was glass all over the tiled floor. “Don’t come in here. Can you get the broom or vacuum?”

“Are you okay?” Logan asked, not moving from the spot he was frozen in. Virgil just nodded, and Logan sighed before retreating to get the broom and vacuum. He started sweeping before Virgil could say anything, and he did his best to get all of the pieces he could see. 

“I can do it,” Virgil muttered as Logan got closer to the sink. “You don’t have to clean up my mistake.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” was all that Logan said in response. When he finished sweeping, he vacuumed over the space quickly, just to make sure that all of the tiny pieces were off the floor. He then looked at Virgil, who had a look of shame on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay, Virge?”

“Yeah, I… my hand slipped, is all.” He responded. Logan glanced at Virgil’s hand and saw a cut on his thumb. He grabbed the other man’s hand and inspected it closely.

“You’re bleeding,” Logan’s voice was serious. 

“Logan, I’m fine, please–”

“Virgil, let me clean and bandage this,” Logan insisted, pulling the other man towards the bathroom. He made Virgil sit on the edge of the tub and went through the medicine cabinet to get out peroxide and a bandaid.

“I’m really fine, Logan,” Virgil muttered, pouting as Logan dabbed the peroxide on the cut with a cotton ball. He hissed a little, eyes closing. “It stings.”

“That means it’s working,” Logan said, face contorted as he focused on putting the bandaid on in a way that covered the cut well. “There, see? As good as new.”

“...thanks,” Virgil said, eyes down. “I’ll go finish the dishes.” He got up and pushed past Logan, leaving the logical man standing alone in the bathroom, confused.

-

“Hi Patton, hey Roman, come on in!” Logan opened the door, the two friends smiling as they came into the apartment. “Remus and Janus are already in the living room. There’s wine and some appetizers, and dinner should be coming out of the oven fairly soon.”

“Where’s Virgil?” Patton asked, looking around. Logan looked down at his feet, biting his lower lip.

“He baked some brownies earlier, but he’s… feeling down again. I’ll try to get him to come out when dinner’s ready,” Logan explained. Patton frowned.

“I’ll go talk to him,” He said, and before Logan could stop him, the other man was already heading down the hall. Roman startled Logan by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s a bit of an emo nightmare, huh? I mean, you’ve been living together for what, six months? How can you handle that?” Roman chuckled, and Logan frowned.

“He’s not a nightmare, Roman. He’s still figuring some stuff out,” He explained. “He started going to a therapist last month, and things seem to be… better.”

“Dr. Picani, right?” Janus came over to join the conversation. “I’ve heard good things. I’m glad he’s finally going.”

“Yeah. Me, too,” Logan said. “I’m gonna go check on dinner.” He went into the kitchen and opened the oven to check on the lasagna he was making. It was still getting crispy on the top, so he closed the oven and gave it another 20 minutes on the timer. He heard someone come into the kitchen behind him and turned around to see Janus standing there.

“How is he really?” He asked, crossing his arms. “If you can’t handle it, he can always move back in with Remus and me–”

“No,” Logan responded, voice firm. “He’s not a child, Janus. He can make his own decisions and take care of himself without you harping over everything he does.”

“I just meant…” Janus sighed. “I’m sorry. I know he’s not a child, I just… I worry about him. He’s been through so much, and it’s still hard for me to not see him every day, to know whether or not he’s okay. But, for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a good job.”

“It’s not a job to take care of him. I had a spare room, he wanted to move out of your place, so he’s here. That’s all.” Logan leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. Janus narrowed his eyes a little.

“He speaks pretty highly of you, you know. Says you always seem to know what he needs when he’s feeling down, and he said you drive him to his appointments with Dr. Picani.” Janus sat down at the table, watching Logan’s reactions very carefully.

“I originally only was planning on doing so the first time because he was so nervous, but… I don’t mind,” Logan smiled faintly. “I like spending time with him.”

“Riiiiight,” Janus smirked. “That’s it, right? You just like spending time with him, you just think of him as a friend?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at–”

“How much longer until dinner?” Virgil asked, stepping into the kitchen. He had his hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, and Patton was right behind him. “Oh, it feels tense in here, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Janus smiled. “I’m going to go get more wine,” He quickly left the kitchen, making Virgil raise an eyebrow. Logan cleared his throat.

“Another fifteen minutes or so,” He said, eyes down. “You should have a snack or something, or maybe get some water or wine.”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, Lo.” Virgil left the kitchen, Patton following closely behind. 

Logan sighed, wondering what Janus was going to accuse him of. The truth was, Logan was pretty sure that he was falling for Virgil, but he couldn’t put that kind of pressure on the anxious man, not when he had finally started going to therapy and was considering trying antidepressants. Not when the two had become good friends who would eat dinner together every night and watch Disney films. He knew that feelings would ruin their friendship, so he pushed them down, ignoring them. He didn’t even know if he was falling for Virgil, because he had never fallen in love before. He wanted to, he wished he could, but no one ever gave him butterflies or made him blush. Not the way Virgil did, anyways.

And, he was sure that if he ever made a move on Virgil, the protection squad (Janus and Patton) would put an end to things pretty quickly. The two treated him like a child, trying to take care of him, and Logan knew it was out of love and care, but Virgil was an adult, and Logan wanted him to feel like he could make his own decisions. If anything were to ever happen with them, it would have to be on Virgil’s terms, and Logan was confident that Virgil could never have feelings for the logical man.

Logan was quiet as they all ate dinner together. Roman and Remus argued about a long-seeded childhood event, Patton cracked jokes. Virgil also stayed quiet, only answering Janus’ question about therapy, and Logan’s hesitant question about how dinner had turned out.

The group conglomerated in the living room after they had all finished eating, and played Jackbox games until, one by one, the others left, leaving the roommates.

“I’m going to clean up the kitchen,” Logan said, standing up from his place on the rug. 

“Leave it for tomorrow, you seem pretty tired,” Virgil suggested, turning off the television. “It won’t kill you to have a little bit of a mess overnight.”

“I should, though…” Logan hesitated, then he sighed. “Maybe you’re right.” 

“Have a seat,” Virgil offered, patting the spot next to him on the couch. “You should take it easy.” Logan sat down on the couch, letting his eyes close and his head fall back onto the headrest. He took a few deep breaths, but then heard Virgil clear his throat. He opened his eyes and glanced over at the other man. “Is there something going on between you and Janus?”

“What?” Logan asked incredulously, and he shook his head. “No, Virgil. What would make you think that?”

“I just… I don’t know. When Patton and I came into the kitchen, earlier, it seemed… tense…” Virgil murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I just thought… maybe…”

“I’m pretty sure that Remus is trying to get with Janus,” Logan responded, “But, either way, I’m not interested in him.” 

“Is there… someone you are interested in?” Virgil asked. Logan’s heartbeat quickened and he gulped, looking down at his hands. “If it’s Patton, I could help–”

“No. No, it’s not, I’m not…” Logan stammered over his words, and he could feel his face turning red. “I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight, Virgil.” He stood up again, and started walking to his room. He entered the room and started to close the door but a hand stopped it, pushing the door back open. Virgil was standing there, eyes focused on Logan.

“I need to tell you something,” He said, voice low and hesitant. He took a breath. “I… I tried to stop it. I tried to not feel this way because you’re my friend and you’re a big support in my life, but I couldn’t help it. All of the talks, all of the movies we sit and watch, and the care that you show me, I just…” He looked down, taking another deep breath. “I’m… I’m in love with you, Logan.”

“Virgil–”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know how to stop it,” Virgil was crying now, and Logan’s heart ached. “I tried. I tried to force it down, I tried to not think about it, I tried to write all of my feelings out and ask Dr. Picani for help but… I couldn’t, I can’t, I’m so sorry…”

“Virge–”

“I’ll move out. I’ll go back to Janus’, I promise. You won’t have to deal with me anymore. I’m so sorry,” He was shaking hard, tears streaming down his face. Logan pulled him into a tight hug, making him gasp.

“Don’t apologize. And please, please, don’t leave, Virgil,” Logan whispered, holding him tightly. “Because I’m in love with you, too.” Virgil froze in his arms, a gasp escaping his lips.

“W-What?”

“I tried to push it down. I didn’t want to do anything because you’re going through a huge shift in your life and you don’t need the pressure. But being around you, seeing how hard you’re trying… of fucking course I fell in love with you, too,” Logan smiled, pulling back a little bit to see Virgil’s face. It was splotchy and red and there were lots of tears and some snot, but Logan had never thought he was more beautiful.

“I- I…” Virgil stammered over his words, and Logan held his face in his hands. “Logan…” He whimpered, then their lips met in a hasty, needy kiss. Virgil tangled his fingers in Logan’s hair, pulling him as close as possible. 

They finally pulled back after a few minutes of kissing. Virgil pressed his forehead against Logan’s, the biggest smile plastered on his face. Logan was smiling too, a real, genuine smile, one that he probably had never given to anyone.

[caslikescoffeeandfreckles]

Important Work

a short destiel quarantine au featuring doctor!dean and professor!cas with a little shameless star trek reference. heart ripping certified by @wanderingcas

Read on Ao3

It takes a bit of shuffling but Cas is able to move all his groceries to one arm and raise his fist to knock on the bright yellow door. “Mildred, it’s Castiel! I’m leaving your groceries on the porch!”

He lowers one of the large bags to the welcome mat and backs away a safe distance. It’s not long until the door opens, revealing an elderly woman. Despite having no reason to leave her home for weeks now she’s still dressed to entertain the queen, hair curled and pinned back elegantly, pearls decorating her throat.

“Oh, thank you, dear,” she gushes as she picks up the bag. “I tried to order online like my granddaughter told me but that damn Amazon is just too much for someone as old as me.”

Cas smiles as she vents, familiar with her feud with technology after years of living next to each other. “It’s no problem at all, Mildred. Let us know if you need anything else.”

Mildred’s smile gets impossibly kinder. “What would I do without you boys? Oh, that reminds me. How is that lovely husband of yours? I heard the hospital has been a bit of a wreck.”

Cas’s chest tightens at just the mention of the place and he doesn’t bother trying to smother his grimace. “Dean’s well but it has been pretty tense. Everyone is tired and overworked.”

“I can’t help but worry about him,” Mildred frets. “My heart always sinks when I see his car is gone.”

Cas knows the feeling well, just as he’s come to know the pathetic relief he feels whenever he gets home and sees the impala in the driveway and can finally breathe.

“And of course I keep hearing about all these doctors and nurses who can’t even come home!” Mildred sighs. “It’s just heartbreaking.”

It’s not a topic Cas likes to talk about. This entire pandemic has been beyond Cas’s worst nightmares and the only thing keeping him together after a day of panicked headlines, crying nurses, and rising death tolls, is holding his husband in their bed at the end of the day. Or every few days as it’s become of late. “He’s doing what’s important to him,” he says, mostly to himself to be honest. It’s become somewhat of a mantra these days, a reminder of peace, a minor sense of control. It’s what Dean wants.

“God bless him,” Mildred prays with a revered head shake. “Well, I won’t keep you from your beau any longer. You go give him a kiss for me, okay? Have a good night, dear.”

With a kind goodbye, Cas waves and crosses the yard toward home with the remainder of his groceries. Dean is supposed to have tomorrow off - his first free day in too many weeks. And it just happens to be a Saturday which means Cas has no online classes or work to prepare for his college students. Cas plans to stuff his husband full of pasta and wine tonight and then tomorrow they’re going to stay in bed until noon and won’t think of any future plans. Just enjoy the moment they have with each other while they can.

Just thinking of having Dean all to himself for more than a few hours is enough to make him grin and walk just that must faster.

Dean is nowhere to be found when he gets inside and for a moment Cas worries he may be sleeping. Then he hears footsteps upstairs. Smiling, Cas drops the groceries in the kitchen and hurries up the stairs to their room.

“Are you ready for the best shrimp alfredo you’ve ever-” Cas swings into the room only to freeze, smile dropping just like his heart falls to his stomach when he sees the half-full suitcase on the bed.

Dean looks close to death, big purple bags under his eyes and he’s certainly thinner than he had been even just a month ago. His hair is long and greasy and ruffled and there’s hardly a spark in his eye aside from what Cas recognizes as guilt.

“Dean?” Cas whispers, not daring to walk closer. He looks at the suitcase again, then back at Dean. “No,” he says and again, but louder. “No.”

“It’s for the best, Cas,” Dean sighs.

“No!” Cas says again. “I thought we talked about this. It’s safer for you to come home.”

“But more dangerous for you ,” Dean argues. He drops the shirt in his hands and turns fully. He’s still in his scrubs and usually the sight lights a fire in Cas but now he wants to strip his husband down for entirely different reasons.

“We’re not having this conversation,” Cas says with every ounce of confidence he has.

“Cas-”

“No,” Cas snaps. It’s quiet but fierce. Severe. “No. You are going to go get in the shower and I am going to go start dinner. I don’t want to hear another word of this.”

“Dammit, Cas, be reasonable here,” Dean says, voice raising above a whisper for the first time. “I don’t want this either. But I… things are getting bad. Hell, they’ve been bad. Benny left Andrea two weeks ago. Jesse has been staying with his brother. Donna hasn’t seen her kids in I don’t know how long. And it sucks.” Dean’s voice breaks and Cas can’t breathe. “They’re hurting and I see it every day. But the only thing keeping them going as more and more beds fill and the masks keep disappearing is knowing that at least their families are safe. I have to keep you safe, Cas.”

“That’s not your decision to make!” Cas says.

Dean shakes his head. “Actually, it is. And I won’t risk you.” He picks up his discarded shirt and puts it in the bag.

Cas feels like he’s being pulled in a million directions. He wants to continue screaming. He wants to snatch Dean’s bag away and dump everything out. He wants to tackle Dean to the floor and hold him down until he comes to his senses. But as Dean continues to move calmly around their room, packing his back, Cas realizes that Dean has come to his senses. Cas can’t stop him.

Dean is the one who notices that he’s crying. “Oh, sweetheart…” Dean stops and pulls Cas’s body against his. Cas’s hands knot in the soft blue fabric of his shirt and cling. “I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers in his ear, lips brushing so gently and lovingly against his neck. “I’m so sorry.”

Cas shakes his head and buries his face in Dean’s neck, breathing his husband in as deeply as he can. “Not your fault,” he whispers.

Dean’s hands rub his back, comforting and soothing. “I can still be sorry. If I had known something like this was going to happen, I never would have-”

“Don’t.” Cas pulls away far enough to look into Dean’s eyes. They’re so sad and tired, a dull green instead of the bright summer fields he loves to compare them to. “This is our life. Maybe we didn’t anticipate a global pandemic, but the risks were still high and we knew that.” Cas releases Dean’s shirt so he can slide his hands up Dean’s chest, feel his heartbeat. “I’m going to miss you.”

Something close to a choking sound comes from Dean and Cas is being squeezed impossibly closer. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

They finish packing together, Cas sorting through the toiletries to make sure Dean will have everything he needs. He packs some snacks for Dean too, puts the ingredients for dinner away to save for whenever they’re together again.

Their hug at the front door is long and silent, neither really capable of verbally expressing goodbye. All too soon, Dean is gone and Cas is left staring at the door he disappeared behind.

This is important to him , he reminds himself for the thousandth time. People need him.

Cas heads for the stairs, appetite long gone. He’s about halfway up when he hears a strange knocking. Not on the door… but the window?

Cas follows the sound to the living room and frowns when he recognizes his husband on the other side of the glass. Dean spots him and smiles.

“Did you forget something?” Cas calls as he walks closer.

Instead of answering, Dean raises his hand and flattens his palm against the window. He still doesn’t speak, just watches Cas until it clicks.

Cas can’t help but snort even as he feels the little burning sensation of tears build behind his eyes. He finally stops just inches from the window and arches a brow at his ridiculous husband. “Star Trek? Really?”

Dean shrugs, smile so gentle and easy and just for Cas.

Cas flattens his palm over Dean’s, loves the way Dean’s eyes brighten as Cas returns the gesture.

“You know why I saved you?”

It’s all too on-the-nose, but Cas says his line like the dutiful husband he is. “Because you love me.”

Dean nods, eyes crinkling as his smile becomes that much bigger. “And because you’re my friend.”

[jungshookz]

ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: biRTHDAY-themed fluff that is so utterly sweet you will undoubtedly get like ten cavities after reading this; tae demolished a whole serving of cheesy fries and he’s not feeling so good mr stark; namjoon & y/n bond over the fact that they just don’t get hockey   

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ note: happy birthday to the man that not only owns my heart but also my whOLE ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my goD i love him!!!!!!!!!!!! u ruin my life but also make it ten times better!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

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“remind me again why jimin couldn’t come with you instead?” you scowl when someone bumps into you from behind and you instinctively reach down to pull your purse to your front

…what??

you haven’t cashed in your latest paycheque and you don’t want anyone steaLing your hard-earned money

you stumble into tae’s back when someone knocks into you again

you would think that people would have the common decency to be a little more polite but no

this is so not your scene

plus you saw an army of ants feasting on the carcass of a cockroach in the washroom and you immediately hightailed it ouT of there

your bladder is just going to have to wait til you return to safety of your own toilet

tae told you he’d be happy to chug down a gallon of soda and give you the cup to pee in and you nearly considered it because that would probably be cleaner than the washrooms here

“because- yeah, two forks, please - because he had some dumb work thing that he couldn’t skip out on and i wasn’t going to waste my front row tickets!” tae scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world

well

that’s fair, you suppose

“you really couldn’t invite anybody else? i was your next choice?” you cling to the back of tae’s jersey because everyone keeps shoving into you and you feel like you’re going to be carriEd away by a hoard of sweaty hockey fans if you don’t hold on to something

you don’t mean to sound ungrateful because it is really nice of taehyung to have invited you to this apparently suPer big-deal of a hockey game (you’re pretty sure the fans here would rip each other apart to get their hands on a front row ticket) but like ?///???

you aren’t exactly a super enthusiastic sports person

sure, you’ll watch a couple matches if it’s on the tv while you’re cleaning up your apartment or if you just need some noise in the apartment but it’s not something that you actively seek out to watch

if anything you’re 100% more likely to watch spongebob squarepants over a sports game

you just don’t see the appeal of watching grown men (anD women! ur a feminist! girls are great!) gliding around on ice clickity-clacking a tiny puck here and there with wooden sticks while very aggressively shOving into each other at the same time  

also the names of the hockey teams are always so dumb

you could probably come up with a better hockey team name because all you have to do is pick an adjective and then pick an animal

the screaming giraffes

the wailing whales

the condescending toads

you would pay good money to watch a match between the screaming giraffes and the wailing whales

you’re not sure if the condescending toads would make a good name now that you think about it  

“aw, c’mon! it’s not like you had any other plans, anyways.” tae raises a brow at you and you immediately scoff

he has a good point.,.,., but stiLL

“i totally had plans!”

“ordering a party sized serving of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and watching netflix doesn’t count as plans.”

…okay anoTHer good point

the seats that you guys got are actually pretty good

you’re located right in the middle so you get an equal view of the goal on the right and the goal on the left

it’s not like you’re going to be paying attention to the game but still

very nice!

“can you believe we only had to pay $5 for all of this?” tae laughs lightly in disbelief as he rubs his hands together and looks down at the foot-long hot dog sitting on his lap

“…it should be concerning that we got all of this for $5.” you mutter under your breath and stare down at the plastic-looking cheese smothered over the fries

you told tae not to go overboard with the food but of course he didn’t listen to you which is why you guys are sharing a foot-long chilli cheese dog anD an extra large order of chilli cheese fries and a slurpee served in a literal bucket

usually you’d be down to inhale all of this but uh

you don’t want to sound snooty or anything but you saw one of the employees accidentally drop an entire bag of cheese into the pot before quickly fishing it out with their bare hands and you’re pretty sure that’s a health code violation

you mentioned it to tae and he said it wasn’t a big deal and- well, he’s already starting to scarf down the hot dog

side note

these fries are actually really good

you stab a few more of them with your fork before shovIng the biteful into your mouth and gently dabbing some cheese sauce off your chin with your napkin

just because you’re starving doesn’t mean all your manners are going to fly out the damn window

you didn’t eat breakfast this morning so this is a great first meal

“vou know what fhe beft part iv of sitting in the front?” tae asks through a faT mouthful of hot dog and you immediately wince in respond

men are disgusting

“what?” you reach over to wipe tae’s mouth with a napkin because both his hands are occupied by the almost offensively large hotdog

he swallows his bite before licking some chilli from the corner of his mouth

again

men are disgusting

“sometimes the hockey players get sLammed right up against the protective shield right in front of us.” tae gestures to the clear plastic panels separating the crowd from the rink “and if you’re really lucky, you get to see someone lose a tooth or something!”

you immediately make a face

“wha- how is that-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” you glance over for a second when someone quite literally scReams out loud for their friend

and then you’re turning to face tae again

“as i was saying,” you pause for a brief second when tae reaches over to take the fries from you, “how the hell is that the best part about sitting in the fr-“

you jump in surprise when what feels like a whole handful of popcorn suddenly scatters down on your head and onto your lap

oh coMe ON

you just washed your hair this morning!!!!!

the crumbs are going to look like you have veRy bad dandruff

also this is heavily buTTERED popcorn which means that the grease stains on your jeans are probably going to be there for the rest of your life

and these jeans were expeNSIVE

>:-(

this hockey game is not a very fun experience so far

“oh shit, sorry!”

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” you mutter as you flick a kernel of popcorn off your shoulder

yep

there’s a speck of grease on your sweater

greAt

“just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“ you look up to-

o-oh

OH

oh god

oh god the popcorn guy is cute

and not just cute

he’s like.,,. he’s suPER CUTE

round brown eyes

obscenely perfectly tousled black hair

he definitely looks to be around your age which is a big fat bonus

although that colour-block hoodie of his is making him look a lot younger you still think it’s safe to say he’s probably around your age

“sorry, miss… the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!” the guy flashes you a boyish smile and you feel your mouth go dry

oh dear lord

have mercy

“hey- you want extra chilli on your half of the hot dog?” you’re rudely poPped out of your little bubble when taehyung suddenly elbows your side

“wh- what? what?” you tear your eyes away from the handsome stranger who’s making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you before clearing your throat and looking over at tae

“extra chilli!” tae chirps and raises your half of the hot dog up a little

he already finished his half which isn’t a huge surprise

to be honest he was going to just go ahead and finish the hot dog but he figured it’d be nice to at least offer you a bite

“-i even asked for an extra little container of chopped up onions because i know you like-“

“no!” you blurt out and whack the container of onions out of tae’s hand causing it to smAck against the plastic divider before clattering to the ground

the two of you blink down at it

tae purses his lips before subtly kicking as much of it as possible under his seat

“i, um, i’m actually not that hungry. you can finish the hot dog.” you clear your throat again before unscrewing the lid of your bottle of water and taking a tentative, ladylike sip

“…what are you talking about? you were going to town on those cheesy fries like five seconds ago- oW-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” jungkook perks up when he sees namjoon waving him over

aH

there he is!

he was starting to get worried that namjoon wandered off somewhere or somehow locked himself in the supply closet or something

namjoon put him in charge of snack duty and he went aLL out

popcorn? check!

roasted peanuts? double check!

blue-flavoured slurpee? triple check!

he actually ended up getting two drinks because namjoon likes to bite the straw and jungkook doesn’t want to share a drink with a straw-biter

“here, i’ll take the peanuts and my drink-“ namjoon plucks the paper bag and the plastic cup cradled in jungkook’s arms before he steps aside to let him squeeze into the aisle

namjoon actually won these hockey game tickets from a raffle at work and jungkook almost exploded with joy when he invited him to come and watch it with him

it was actually pretty perfect timing because the game just so happened to land on jungkook’s birthday

namjoon gave jungkook the best birthday present and he didn’t even have to spend a dime

:’)

“s’cuse me, sorry-“ jungkook weasels his way in between the aisles and carefully steps over people’s legs as he makes his way to his seat exciTEdly

he’s never been to a live sports game before!!!

and he’s definitely never been in the froNt row of anything before!!!!

two birds with one fAt stone!

also he-

“oh shit, sorry!” he gasps when he accidentally tips his carton of popcorn a little bit causing it to land all over the stranger seated next to his spot

shiT

there goes half his popcorn

he’s not going to go back up to the concessionary stand to get more popcorn because the game is about to start and the line is probably still half a mile long

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” jungkook winces to himself and feels his cheeks heat up a little as he watches you brush the popcorn to the ground

yikes

he’s about to sit down when suddenly you speak up again “just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when you look up at him

oh wowie you’re pretty  

…he just spilt his greasy popcorn all over a very pretty girl

double yikes

it’s fine

just play it cool

he can play it cool

“sorry…” jungkook raises his cup a little “the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!”

he immediately pales as soon as that tumbles out of his mouth

wha-

what the HELL was that?!?!?!

out of all the things he could’ve said

his three and a half brain cells came up with thAT

you can’t blame me if i get you wet???????

you probably think he’s some kind of weird peRVERT now

luckily your boyfriend starts talking to y-

huh

you have a boyfriend

of course you have a boyfriend

jungkook lets out a little huff before plopping down on the plastic seat

whatever >:-(

namjoon leans over and glances into the popcorn bag before frowning

damnit

he just wanted some popcorn

:-(

“holy shiT, did you see that backhand????” tae practically screeches as he reaches over and slaps your arm aggressively “y/n, did you see it????”

“i saw- i sAW it, i saw it!” you scowl and smack his hands away from you

“oh my god, that was legEndary-“

you can barely hear tae’s enthusiastic blabbering because all you can hear is the sound of skates shrEdding up the ice and the sound of the puck being whacked back and forth and also cheers and whOops from all of these diehard fans

you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on right now

all you know is that the two teams are tied right now and everYone’s getting frustrated

you’re not sure which team you should be rooting for so you’re just basing it off of which uniform you like better

in other words, you’re cheering on the pUrpLe team!

also no one’s been smacked up against the plastic divider yet which is a huge relief because you’re not sure if you want to see anyone lose any teeth today

“will you cut it out?? your future girlfriend probably isn’t going to appreciate it if you’re practically beating her up-“

jungkook perks up immediately when he hears that come out of your mouth

aH

so that guy isn’t your boyfriend!

nice!!!!!

that means he still has a chance even though he dumped like a pound of popcorn on you and almost drenched you in his blue-flavoured slurpee

also he didn’t mean to eavesdrop

it’s just hard noT to eavesdrop when you’re sitting right next to him

he’s been paying attention to the game because duH but also he keeps thinking about how cute u look when you have a mouthful of french fries

also

now he knows that your name is y/n which is actually pretty fitting

you look like a y/n

it’s cute!

on an unrelated note

u smell rly nice but he can’t quite put his finger on what that particular scent is

jungkook’s nose twitches

hm

“what do you mean the game isn’t over yet??” you groan and plop yourself back down in the seat “there was an intermission like half an hour ago!!!”

“there are two intermissions, you whiney baby!”  tae scowls

you need to chill

you’re acting like watching a hockey game is equivalent to getting your teeth pulled out

you’re being a bABy

if he can sit through hours and houRS of your reality tv shows you can sit through one hockey game

“so…” namjoon pauses for a second “the game… isn’t over?”

“nope! there’s one more round.” jungkook chirps and shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth

“oh.” namjoon slumps back in his seat a little

he thought the game was over

to be honest he was ready to leave before the first intermission but jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life so he decided to wait it out  

“so what are we supposed to do now?” namjoon furrows his brows “do they just expect us to wait and do nothing?”

“well, no, they’re doing that thing where-“ jungkook immediately chokes when he suddenly sees his face on the jumbotron

and unsurprisingly

your face is also on the jumbotron

“y/n-“

“hold on, i’m about to beat my high score-“ your tongue pokes out in concentration as you focus on your very intense session of tetris

“y/n-“ tae hisses and punches your arm

“ow!” you whine and rub your sore arm

tae’s been hitting you for the duration of the whole game and you’re pretty sure your arm is about to fall off

he needs to cut it out

he knoWs you bruise like a pEACH

“-what did i tell you about hitting me???” you put your phone down and turn to glare at tae

“you’re on the- look!!!!” tae points to the front and-  

you immediately pale when you realise that yes, that is most definitely your face on the jumbotron right now, and yes, you and jungkook, the very handsome stranger that you definitely already have a crush on, are currently trapped inside of a big pinK heart with the words ‘KISS CAM’ floating on top of the heart

oh god

you can’t kiss him

you still taste like cheesy fries

and your lips are chapped

and your tongue is stained blue from the slurpee

you can’T KISS HIM

and also he’s a literal stranger but most importantly you are not in the right state to be kisSEd right NOW

“oh, no-“ you shake your head quickly before making a slicing gesture over your neck “we’re not- we’re not together!”

jungkook glances at you for a brief second and he can sEe the panic in your eyes

okay

he was down to kiss you but obviously you don’t feel the same way which is totally understandable but stiLL

oh well

he might as well join in on the protesting

“right, yeah- we don’t know each other!” jungkook shakes his hand at the camera and you flash a sheepish smile at the camera before shrugging

the crowd immediately erupts into boos and you immediately scoff before turning to face the people behind you

“excuse-” you gawk when someone has the audacity to thrOW a handful of popcorn down at you guys “-excuse you!”

you turn back to face the camera and shake your head before holding your arms up and crossing one over the other

“sorry! we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!!”

you shoot a glare in tae’s direction when he joins in on the booing

sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him because he’s literally suCH a moRON

“seriously, we’re not- oh, okay-“ you let out a breath of relief when the camera moves away from the two of you

you immediately slump back in your seat

phEW

that was a close call

if ur going to kiss jungkook it’s going to be because he wantS to kiss you and noT because he’s being forCed to kiss you

“sorry about that…” he turns to look at you and you immediately perk up

“no, you have nothing to apologise for! don’t sweat it.” you laugh lightly and shake your head before digging through your purse for a stick of gum

your breath still tastes like cheesy fries and it’s not very pleasant

“i, uh, i’m jungkook, by the way.” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake

oh

he’s… introducing himself to you

…does that mean… he might be… interested in you…?

hM

much to think about

you take his hand gently before offering him a shy smile “i’m y/n.”

“and i’m taehyung!” tae leans over and shoots jungkook a boxy smile “i would shake your hand but my fingers are still sticky with cheese.”

your eyes flutter shut and you pinch the bridge of your nose

kim taehyung is the absolute bane of ur existence

“it’s nice to meet you guys. uh, this is-“ jungkook glances over his shoulder “this is namjoon!”

“hey, hi.” namjoon smiles politely and nods to the both of you in acknowledgement “are you guys big hockey fans?”

“i’m not, but tae is-“ you laugh lightly and namjoon’s eyes liGht up

“i’m not that big of a fan either! i honestly don’t really get it!“

“right??” you gasp in excitement because now you have someone you can actually talk to about this stuff “what’s the big deal with a group of grown men gliding around and-“

“i know!! also i always lose track of where the puck is-“

taehyung and jungkook lean back slightly to give each other the same looks of ‘do you hear what i’m hearing right now?’

“i don’t see what the point is of having two intermissions-“ you nearly jump ten feet into the air when the crowd suddenly buRsts into cheers and for a second you think it’s because the game is resuming

but nO

because take a WILD guess as to whose faces are up on the jumbotron aGAIN

“wha- are you people serious?!” you gawk as you stare at yourself at the screen

…is that really what you look like?

you look weirder when you’re up on the big screen for some reason

you don’t get a chance to dwell on the fact that people can probably see your pores from how HD the camera is because the next thing you know, the crowd is beginning to chant

“kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

jungkook lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head before reaching up to pluck at the silver hoop hanging from his ear (it’s a nervous hAbit and he is very vERY nervous right now) “sorry, we’re not going to!”

“kiSS! kiSS! kiSS! kiSS!”

“you heard the guy!” you gesture over to jungkook “we’re not doing it, you pERverts!”

it seems like the audience couldn’t give leSS of a shit because every time you and jungkook say that you two aren’T going to kiss they become more riled up

even taehyung and namjoon have joined in on the chanting

namjoon can’t help but snort when jungkook turns to look at him with briGht red cheeks

if ya can’t beat em join em!!!

“we’re going to be here all day! just move on!”

“KISS!”

“we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!”

“KISS!”

“we don’t even know each other!”

“KISS!”

“my lips are suPer chapped!”

“KISS!”

“take a hint!”

“oh for the love of god-“ jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him towards you and-

his heart stops in his chest when you press your lips against his and he immediately freezes

o god

you’re kissing him

you’re kiSsing HIM

you pull away far too soon for jungkook’s liking (it was obviously only meant to be a peck) and jungkook blinks owlishly

wha-

is that it?????

that’s all????

you are riPPING him off

“there, we kissed! are you freAKS happ-“ before you get a chance to get all smug with the camera jungkook’s yanking you back and smearing his lips over yours

the crowd now eRUPTS into cheers and screams and namjoon is literally screeching his head off next to jungkook

taehyung isn’t doing any better

he threw his half-eaten hot dog up into the aIR

and for a brief second jungkook thinks you’re going to freak out and pull away but he’s more than pleasantly surprised when you begin to kiss him back

also he figured out what u smell like and why he likes it so much

it’s because you smell like his favourite fabric softener

and if that’s not a sign that you’re basically perFect for him then he doesn’t know what is!!!!

jungkook reaches up to cup your cheek gently while your fingers curl around the nape of his neck

needless to say

you are vERy much making out with a stranger right now (your mom would probably flip if she found out) but you most definitely don’t give a hECK because jungkook’s lips are so soft and he tastes like buttery popcorn

the tiniest of whimpers slips past your lips when jungkook teases you with small brushes of his tongue against yours

he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss and all of a sudden you feel lightheaded and your entire body feels like jello

he’s such a good kisser that you nearly forget the fact that the two of you are making out in front of like 20,000 people right now

a smirk twitches at the corner of jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away and you immediately respond with a whine

it started off with you getting him all flustered but obviously the tables have turned because you are just putty in his hands and he knows it

“jungkook…” you sigh breathlessly as he nudges his nose against yours

oH boy

your soul definitely left your body

you’re still floating on cloud nine

meanwhile the crowd is still compLETELY losing it because they were just expecting a little pek and not THIS

“yeah?” jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he resists the urge to lean in and kiss you again

“i think this means you have to take me out on a date now.”

“…i think you might be right.”

best

birthday

ever

:-)

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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[achieveandhunt]

live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants 

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S 

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

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urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER 

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

[cals-sunflower]

Rude girl thing(J.P)

Being Nick’s best friend meant getting to go to a lot of cool places with him. You’ve been friends since kindergarten and haven’t stopped now, he is one year older then you and has made fun of you ever since. When you found out him and the boys were going to be dropping a song with another boy band, you were so happy for them. Of course, since management knew you from the start, they allowed you to go to the video shooting.

“Wake up ugly, we gotta go in 20 minutes”, Nick jumps on your bed and hits you with a pillow.

“Nicholas, stop it”, you turned over and rearranged the covers over your head. Nick ripped the covers off of your head and jolted you up.

“Come on we’re gonna be late ma”, you got up and gave him the dirtiest look you could give him. To which he started laughing and shuffles to your closet to put out your fit.

“Great, you pick my outfit and I’ll be in the shower. By the way, good morning idiot”, you layed a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Ew Y/n, that’s disgusting”, clearly joking with you. You popped your head out and smiled.

“You love me”, you closed the bathroom door and began to wash and get your life situated.

Coming out of the shower feeling fresher than ever, you walk out and see the door closed with an outfit on the bed. Nick had picked out a white long sleeve crop top, red/black/grey/white plaid skirt, and your black thigh high boots. He also left gold hoops with a small gold chain that he brought you for Christmas.

“Hmm maybe Nicholas does have taste”, you threw on the outfit with the accessories and put your hair into a neat bun. You grab your black mini backpack, put in the things you needed (which were snacks, charger, your slides, and your lip gloss) and you headed downstairs.

“Woah, look at you. Who you tryna impress because we don’t want you”, Zion put his arm around you.

“Good because I don’t like y’all anyway”, you cracked a smile.

“Don’t drag me into this. Y/n you really look nice”, Austin complements you. You threw your arms around Austin pulling him into a hug.

“Thank you Aus. You guys look great”, you acknowledged.

“Okay, we’re gonna be late but like credits to me for this damn outfit”, Nick gave you a spin. You guys walk out the door and head into the car. The car ride was not that long, so before you knew it you guys were out of the car walking towards the door of the shooting area.

“You ready? Maybe you could find a boyfriend”, Nick winked at you. You rolled your eyes and pushed him. You guys walk up to the 5 other guys that were in the room.

“Yo what’s up”, Brandon dapped up a guy with red curly hair.

“This is my best friend Y/n”, Nick introduces you to the group then you knew but didn’t at the same time.

“Hey, I’m Richard. Nice to meet you”, he pulled you into a friendly hug.

“Christopher but you can call me Chris”

“Zabdiel, nice to meet you”

“Erick”

“Hola, mi amor. I’m Joel”, you shook each of the boys hands and Joel was bold enough to kiss your hand. You turned and gave Edwin a look.

“Okay boys lets get started”, the director called all 10 guys. Joel lets your hand go slowly and throws you a wink. Walking off the start the first few shots. You set down on one of the chairs and start scrolling through Twitter. You seen a lot of fans talking about the Cnco and Prettymuch collab. You liked the guys of Cnco..... Except for Joel, he kinda gets under your skin. Of course, you thought he was cute but he seemed really cocky.

“Okay cut, let’s take a few minutes”, the director yelled. All the guys walked out of where they were recently in frame. A sweaty Nick walked over to you and layed his head on your shoulder.

“You okay?”, you rubbed his cheek. That’s the type of best friend pair you guys were, very affectionate but didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other.

“Yeah, I’m just tired as hell”, he laughed. Joel felt jealous, he’s known you for at least an hour and already wanted you all to his self. You felt Joel’s intense glair on you and Nick.

“I have to use the bathroom, move your head Nick”, he moved his head over of your shoulder and walked to get a bottled water.

“Does anyone know where the bathroom is?”, you asked.

“I do, follow me gorgeous”, you rolled your eyes at Joel but nevertheless followed him to your destination. Once out of ear shot, Joel turns to you.

“What’s up with the attitude?”, he questioned you.

“I simply don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You definitely do. But it’s ok princesa, I like this rude act you’re giving me”, he leans close to whisper in your ear. You guys make it to where the bathroom was and he looked at you one more time before walking away like nothing happened.

“How dare him? Makes me feel all bothered and then leaves like nothing happened”, you mumbled to yourself while washing your hands. You hated the way Joel was making you feel. Part of you wanted to slap him but the other part wanted him to literally take you anywhere and any time.

“You guys are done for today. Come back tomorrow to finish up”, everyone had decided to go to dinner.

“I heard Olive Garden has really good chicken alfredo”, Richard piped in.

“Hmm can’t wait to get a taste”, Joel licked his lips and made eye contact with you. You felt as though you were gonna melt, not wanting to fall for his fuckboy ways you straightened up and looked away from him.

“Well what are we waiting for? Your girl is hungry”, you pout.

“Okay, we’ll meet you guys there. Come on ugly”, Nick grabbed your hand and walked out with the others behind you guys.

“Are you sure I’m the one that ugly shark boy?”, you looked him up and down.

-At Olive Garden-

Everyone was getting seated for the seated arrangements. Joel pulled out your chair for you. Not only did it make your heart beat but it made you nervous to be around him.

“There you go ma”, Joel pushed your chair in and sat in the seat next to you on your right side. Your face begins to heat up with your best friend looking at you with a look that basically said “i see you guys”.

Everyone was eating and making conversation with each other. Surprisingly you found yourself talking to Joel, someone who you thought had bad intentions. You didn’t want to start liking someone with a possibility that they were just gonna play you. It’s happened too many times before, so you learned to keep your guard up.

“When can I take you on a date?”, he asked straight forward. You sorta choked on your drink as those words came from his mouth. You set your drink down and turn your body towards him more.

“Joel, I think you’re really cute. Fuck hot even but your intentions don’t seem genuine. I refuse to get hurt by another attractive fuck boy”, you stood up grabbing the keys that was on the table and left without saying another word.

Once you were outside and finally in an area where you could be alone, you began to get mad at yourself.

“Damnit, why couldn’t I just ignore him? Why does he have to be cute? Ugh”, you threw your hands up.

“Umm Y/n”, slow footsteps approached you and you heard that rich sounding familiar voice. Turning around you face Joel.

“Look, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I listened to Chris and it doesn’t work for me. I’ll understand if you don’t wanna go out with me, I mean not after-“, you cut him with a quick fuck it and kissed him.

It was almost as if this was your missing piece. Your lips connected and felt like a solved puzzle. His arms landed around your waist pulling you closer even if you were a close as you could get. Your arms are at the base of his neck with your hands reaching to touch the soft curls he has.

“I guess they’re good now”, Erick turned to the other boys as each of them became nosey and looked out the window wanting to see what was gonna happen.

“Aw I thought she was gonna slap him”, Richard pouts while Zabdiel and Brandon clap obviously winning the bet.

“Hand the money over pendejo”, Zabdiel held out his hand to Richard, who hands him a $20. Making Edwin hand a $20 to Brandon.

“So , can I take you on a date now?”, Joel crossed his fingers hoping you’ll say yes.

“Yes, Joel. Friday at 8?”, you grabbed his hand.

“Yes, I’ll pick you up at 8”, he leans in to kiss your cheek. You let out a laugh and walk back towards the restaurant.

“Also are you gonna keep the rude girl thing up?”, he called out to you. You turn around briefly to send him a smirk.

“I don’t know maybe”, you throw him a wink and continue walking. Joel takes a long look at how the skirt fits your body perfectly before jogging to catch up to you. He pulled you to a stop and leans down to your ear.

“Well baby work that rude girl thing on me”, you both continue walking with a smile.

A/n: I got so inspired by this line that Joel sings in the song! Honestly Me Necesita was so good and I really loved the vibe.

[multiplefandomfics]

Elevator

Hey guys so this is our first fanfiction to be posted ever so be nice. We appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy it. This is going to be a blog with smut so 18+ only.

Norman Reedus x Reader

Words: 2646

Warnings: smut, cuteness overload, fluff, claustrophobia, Norman Reedus & Jeffrey Dean Morgan (because they need a warning :D),

It was a sunny day in Berlin, Germany even though it was just April. A friend and I had planned this trip for over a year. We met at the hotel we were gonna stay in. we went all out on that vacation and rented a good one. The town was also nice and the people very helpful and courteous.

One morning we wanted to meet in the lobby because we were staying on different floors. I was a little late cause the evening had been long and I didn’t hear my alarm. I quickly got dressed while writing a message to my friend and storming out the door a second later. Fortunately I had packed my stuff the day before. I stormed the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. Completely out of breath and focused on my phone I didn’t even notice the doors opening at a different level and two men stepping in. “Nice shirt!” one of them commented suddenly with a deep voice. I looked at my The Walking Dead shirt then at the guys and almost passed out. In front of me stood grinning like idiots Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus. I was paralyzed and for a moment I was sure I was still asleep and dreaming. My next thought was (Y/F/N) would be so jealous when I stepped out of the elevator. “You got a name?” Norman asked. “(Y/N)” I stuttered. “Nice one. You from around here?”  I was just about to find my voice and reply that I wouldn’t be living in a hotel if I were citizen of Berlin as the elevator jerked violently and then stood still. “what in hell…?” Jeffrey Dean Morgan said more to himself.”It’s not moving. Why is it not fucking moving?” I panicked. “Keep calm sweetheart. You claustrophobic or something?” Norman asked worriedly. “Or something...” I replied. I was not afraid of tight spaces the two gorgeous man trapped here with me were the problem. “I’m gonna press the help button.” so I did. Suddenly a voice came through the speakers.

“Hallo, Sie haben die Notfallhotline erreicht, wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?“

(Hello you reached the help hot-line what is your emergency?)

„Ja hallo wir stecken hier im Aufzug im Mercury Hotel in Berlin. Er bewegt sich seit ein paar Minuten gar nicht mehr, die Türen gehen auch nicht auf und hat vorher ganz schön gerappelt.“

(yeah hi we are stuck in an elevator in the mercury hotel in Berlin. It hasn’t been moving in few minutes, the door won’t open either and it jerked hardly before it stood still.)

„Ja ich sehe es im System aber ich kann keine Ferndiagnose stellen oder es beheben. Ich werde einen Techniker schicken müssen aber das wird etwas dauern. Leider fehlen uns momentan helfende Hände.“ at least she sounded sorry.

(Yes I can see it in my system but I can’t perform remote diagnosis. I’ll have to send a mechanic but that is gonna take a while. Unfortunately we are short handed at the moment.)

„Alles klar. Wir lange wird es ungefähr dauern?“

(Alright. How long is it gonna take approximately?)

„Vermutlich ein paar Stunden.“

(Maybe a few hours.)

„Okay wir können ja eh nicht viel machen. Danke für Ihre Hilfe.“

(Okay we can’t to much anyways. Thanks for your help.)

„Natürlich. Ich wünsche Ihnen trotzdem einen schönen Tag.“

with those words she hung up.

(Of course have a nice day anyways.)

“What did she say?” Jeff asked.

“Seems like we’re stuck for the next few hours. She’s gonna send a mechanic but that’s gonna take a while.” I answered.

“I would have never guessed that you’re German. Your English is flawless. Sounds almost like a native.” Norman remarked which made me blush. I had always loved English.

“Somebody got an idea what to do?” Jeff sounded already bored and we had only been stuck for 5 minutes. “I think I got everything we need in my purse.” I said hesitantly, opened it and pulled water bottles, snacks and a card game out of it. “Oh but I should call my friend first. She’s waiting in the lobby for me. One second.” I took my phone out of my pocket and hit dial on the video chat. I wanted to scare the living daylights out of her. I swear I was a good friend. After two rings she took the call. “Hey (Y/N) where are you?” “I’m sorry (Y/F/N) I’m stuck in one of the hotel elevators and the lady at the hot-line said it could take a few hours till a mechanic is gonna fix the problem and get us out of here. But I have some great company here. You wanna see?” I was so giddy I couldn’t even wait for a response. I just turned around and took the guys with me into view. “What the…?!” (Y/F/N) almost fell over. “You alright sweetheart?” Jeff asked worriedly as she almost hyperventilated and I laughed my ass off.  It was almost the same reaction I had had when I saw them first. “Why in hell are you guys even in Germany?” she finally spat out. “We are filming Ride here. We’re touring Europe at the moment.” Norman let on. “What a damn coincidence. I am not complaining. (Y/F/N) It seems we are not getting out of here anytime soon. Could you inform the people at the reception if they haven’t already? Then you should maybe go to a cafe or busy yourself otherwise. I won’t be able to stay on the phone the whole time my battery is gonna die then.” I explained to her. “Okay sure thing. Talk to ya later when you get out of that steel trap. Bye sis.” she replied. “Yeah bye. Love ya.” with that I hung up. “So she’s your sister?” Jeff asked. “Soul sister.” I replied happily. “We’d do anything for each other.” We sat down on the floor and I took hold of the UNO cards. “UNO? Seriously?” Norman laughed. “Yeah UNO. I like the game and I can’t play poker.” I admitted a little embarrassed. So there I was sitting on the floor of a stuck elevator with Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan playing UNO and eating snacks. “So you’re here for vacation?” The conversation stayed casual. “Yep we’ve been here for a week now.” We talked like we’ve known each other forever. It started to feel normal after a while. We made photos and laughed while eating and joking. I had no idea how much time had passed by when the double doors f the lift finally opened and revealed hotel staff, (Y/F/N) and a team of mechanics and tech support people. It seemed almost comical the way I was sitting on the ground with two grown ass men playing cards. “Oh hi, thanks for getting us out but couldn’t it have waited a few minutes longer I had a winning hand?” I sighed. “Betcha didn’t!” Norman challenged me. “Oh the bet is on Reedus!” I replied. (Y/F/N) only stared at me as if she couldn’t believe that we had gotten so close in only three hours. In the end I really had the win on my side and he had to surrender. I gathered all my things and we stretched our limbs outside. Felt good to finally walk again on more than six square meters. “So guys that is (Y/F/N) you met her briefly on the phone.” “Yeah hey nice to meet you” she was blushing like hell and that amused me a lot. “So it is too late to film now. You guys wanna hang out and show us parts of the town you have discovered yet? Maybe grab a bite somewhere?” Norman suggested. “Ehm yeah definitely!” I took the opportunity to be with them a little while longer. “Great our bikes are in the garage.” Jeff interjected. We made our way to the garage underneath the hotel. “You wanna ride with me?” Norman asked me shyly. It was adorable. “Sure thing but only if you let me drive for a while as well.” “You drive motorcycles?” he looked stunned but somehow also in awe. “Yes I have a bike at home. Been driving two wheels since I was 15. always loved the feeling of freedom that comes with it. And around my hometown there are alot of cool biker routes.” I raved. “Maybe we can drive a tour together sometime.” he offered. “That would be amazing. I’d love that a lot.” this time it was my turn to be stunned. He gave me his spare helmet as did Jeff to (Y/F/N) and sat up front on the Triumph. I put my foot on the footrest and swung my leg over the seat like I had dozens of times in my life before. I wasn’t sure where to put my hands so I just laid them on my thighs but he noticed and grabbed them to put them around his muscular middle. I wasn’t gonna object. He was a good looking and nice guy. We drove kinda aimlessly through town and when it turned late I heard through the com in my helmet that was connected to the rest of the group: “Hey guys I’m hungry. Let’s find a place to eat.” Jeff’s voice sounded strained. Well I remembered we had only eaten the few snacks at lunch time and in that moment my stomach rumbled too. “Good idea you know a good pizza place or so?” Norman asked and I felt him talk earlier than I heard him. That was kinda sexy. “Yes actually there is a restaurant just drive left there then the next right and you can park in front of Alfredo’s. We found it last Wednesday.” (Y/F/N) sounded through the speaker. Said, done. Five minutes later we stepped of the bikes and into the pizza place. It was rather small and not too crowded also no one seemed to recognize the guys which was a relive. “Thanks for taking us with you today.” (Y/F/N) said with a dopey smile on her face. I knew that she’d always had a crush on JDM. The whole day had been one big coincidence but the odds were in our favor. Sometimes fate seemed to be on our side. “order whatever you want. It’s my treat tonight.” Jeff gave us his signature smile again which made me melt. “Cheers everyone! To new friendships!” Jeff toasted. “Slainté!” I tasted back. We sat in that restaurant till about 10.30 pm that evening. We had so much fun. Even (Y/F/N) loosened up eventually. “By the way guys, if you wanna come to my hometown to go for a ride some when here’s my number. You can call anytime you want.” I winked at them but didn’t expect a number back. Then I got surprised by Norman. “Want mine too? Gimme your phone.” I willingly handed him my phone opening the display lock in the process. What I totally forgot about was my crazy background screen with a photo of him and Jeff. I smiled a little embarrassed but he seemed to think it was cute. Quickly he typed his number in and handed it back to me. I had to really restrain myself from completely fangirling right then. After eating we drove back to the hotel and grabbed a few drinks at the hotel bar. It was quiet at the hotel probably because it was out of season so we had the bar mostly to ourselves. After a few beers and shots the guys found out that I could really hold my liquor. (Y/F/N) was the one who ended it at around 2 am. I was still only slightly buzzed. “Let’s get to bed you guys gotta film tomorrow. Maybe we can watch?” she asked carefully. “Watch? You guys are gonna be part of the episode.” Norman assured us. Together we went to the elevators but took a different one that time. (Y/F/N) was the first to reach her floor. “Good night everyone see ya later.” she slurred and walked away. Jeff was next: “Night darling.” “Night Jeff” with those words the doors closed behind him. The second the doors touched Norman turned toward me and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked but positively… if that is possible. “You want this?” he asked me breathless. “Oh god yes!” I exclaimed. We arrived at his floor and with a ding the doors opened. Because of the late hour no one was in the hallway as he pulled me further towards his room. He fumbled with the key-card and after some teasingly long seconds the door to his bedroom finally clicked open. We were still kissing like teenagers. He shoved the door shut with his foot and pushed my jacket from my shoulders. I helped him out of his clothes as fast as he undid mine and soon enough we were naked and I was writhing under his touch. I needed him so bad I was already dripping and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “Please Norman. Take me. I need it.” I whispered in is ear and he shuddered at my dirty words. “on the bed hands and knees.” he commanded. He was in charge and I knew and loved that so I did what he demanded and kneeled on the bed my soaking wet pussy on display for him. I heard him groan and shuffle behind me before I felt the bed dip. I was getting so much wetter in anticipation. Without warning he plunged two fingers in my pussy and they directly hit my g-spot. He was a master and when he buried his tongue into my folds I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was impossible to describe. He drew little figure eights on my clit that send electrical shock-waves through me. I was coming undone seconds later. He pulled his fingers out of me and before I could object his cock pushed in to the hilt. He was bigger than anyone I ever had before so the pleasure was combined with a bit of pain as well but I liked that. It was so amazing. I could feel every stroke of his dick so deep inside me he almost pushed through my cervix. “Norman deeper please.” and “oh god yes right there.” was all I could come up with. My brain was like mashed potatoes. I just felt him and nothing more. He grunted and his strokes became erratic “come with me baby.” he panted and that was all the encouragement I needed and I squirted all over the bed sheets. I had never done this before. Completely spent we laid on the bed next to each other breathing heavily. So fucked out. It was pure bliss. “Thanks for that.” I panted out. “For what? I really wanted you since I stepped into the elevator this morning.” he admitted. After some more silent minutes I asked “Norman? What is this between us?” “I honestly don’t know. Let’s just enjoy what we have here for a while. See where in brings us. I definitely want this to continue.” I was so happy about that statement that I just cuddled up to his chest for an answer.

The next morning we sat together at breakfast. Well when Norman and I came downstairs hand in hand we saw Jeff and (Y/F/N) sitting there next to each other looking completely in love. I made a mental note to ask her later what had happened between them. When she saw our intertwined fingers she smiled at us knowingly. I knew I had to tell her everything when we had time. This was the best vacation of my life by far and I was happy to have been stuck in an elevator for the first time ever.

Part 2 is gonna hit later

[rhvmes]

FILL IN ABOUT MUSE   !

KITCHEN

what is the character’s favorite food  ?   :   i imagine some sort of pasta ,  maybe spaghetti or chicken alfredo ,  something basic but rlly good

do they leave the dishes out  ?   :   only when under the impression someone’s gonna pick it up after him

what kind of food is in their refrigerator  ?   :   there’s often a lot of homemade leftovers kind of sitting in there ,  plus juices and stuff that ozzy literally has never touched ,  but there’s also some fruits and other good snacks nd such.    there normally isn’t a lot that’s in there except one or two days after mom goes shopping and that’s because his brother and him are always eating the food but what can ya do !

do they cook,   eat out or get take - away   /   delivered food more  ?   :   depends on the day !   the family hardly goes out to eat because they just don’t have the time to ,  so it’s usually leftovers or home cooked meals by mom and / or dad.   if they’re tired then they’ll have food delivered to their house but mom often insists on cooking dinner.

LIVING ROOM

how does the character spend weekends  ?   :   ozzy often spends his weekends out of the house hanging out with this friends ,  causing trouble and whatnot.   or he’ll have them come over and they can play in his room or smthn.   if he’s grounded he’ll be spending time in his room watching TV or practice his artistic skills

what kind of movies does the character watch  ?   :   a guilty pleasure of his is animal documentaries !!   it’s just relaxing to him and chilling out is what he does best.   it’s kind of his secret since he thinks people would think he’s weird or whatever for liking that stuff ,  but whatever.

what’s their favorite pastime  ?   :   making art !   he’s only recently gotten into the swing of art and stuff ,  and ever since his family’s given him validation and encouragement to pursue being an artist he’s been working on his talent on the down-low.

BATHROOM.

how does the character prepare in the morning  ?   :   on school days ,  he lays and rolls around in bed for about 10 minutes before begrudgingly getting up.   for both weekends and school days ,   he brushes his teeth only every so often and thoroughly brushes his hair  (  never puts product in it ,  so his hair after brushing always looks so frizzy and all over the place for some reason  )   and makes sure his outfit matches and looks very really cool.

do they sing in the shower  ?   :   only when he’s in an extra good mood and / or has a song stuck in his head ,  and he usually sings pretty quietly

what kind of hair product   /   make - up do they use  ?   :   he uses none of that.

how clean is this character  ?   :    moderately clean.   he showers like every two days and doesnt rlly care about how fuckin dirty he is UGH

does the character have thousands of shampoo   /   shower gel bottles by the shower,   or do they use only the bare essentials  ?   :    bare essentials ,  he doesnt care at all about look tip top and pristine ,  he just wants to get showered nd get outta there

BEDROOM.

how do they sleep  ?   (  position ,   sleeping habits,   bedtime routines  )   :   he sleeps like CRAP.. he rolls around a ton and sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night for no reason.   he snoozes best on his belly.   ozzy prefers to have a glass of ice water before bed unless it’s cold in the house ,  but it’s not like Needed.   more often than not he’ll sleep in the same clothes he wore that day

what do their pajamas look like  ?   :   we see it in the movie i dont feel like opening the film rn and talking about this pls

what do they dream about  ?   :   hm............ he hardly ever remembers his dreams ,  but it’s mostly just about him in weird fantasy worlds on weird adventures with people he knows ,  sometimes running into fictional characters he likes.   the only dreams he can remember for a period of time is his nightmares but really really vaguely and sometimes only certain parts in vivid detail

how neat   /   tidy are they  ?   :   he’s really damn messy !!!   he hardly ever cleans up his messes and his bed isnt even made.   dirty clothes and socks are often scattered around his room.

how affectionate are they  ?   :   HARDLY.   he’ll only be affectionate if someone initiates lovins but otherwise FORGET ABOUT IT

ATTIC.

what is the character afraid of  ?   :   dying ,  mostly.   and getting hurt.   he’s a rascal bad kid sure but he’s pretty cautious about rlly risky things.

how do they deal with bad memories  ?   :   he tries to shrug them off or paint them in a boring light or undermine them.

what is this character’s role in a horror movie  ?   :   he’s the one guy that pretends he’s all cool and badass until the antagonist comes along and targets him and then he’s a big pussy crybaby ducking behind another character.

tagged  by   :   @veroxins​​  THANK U

tagging   :   @piiqucd​​ nd cloud ,  + whoever else wants to !

[marveliciousfanfics]

Walk With Me Part 1

This is my entry for @dinnafashsoldat POC Writing Challenge.

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be the bed?” and “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” Mexican!OC

A/N: I am a Mexican girl so when I saw this writing challenge I had to get on board. It is going to be about a 5-6 mini series. I love Thor. He’s my favorite! Even over Bucky and Steve because he’s just so...perfect and needs to be protected.

How does one ask a God to pretend to be your boyfriend? I asked myself as I nearly stared down Thor from across the room. He was reading a book dressed in Midgard clothing. His feet were on the coffee table, the book in one hand and the other spread across the head of the couch. I sat on the island counter in the kitchen with a cup of coffee pretending to read the news on my tablet.

My brother’s engagement party was in two days and I may have led my family to believe that I was dating the God of Thunder. Obviously, no one believed me, but I may have been secretly sending pictures of Thor doing normal things pretending we were doing it together. I had taken a picture of him in the kitchen making himself something and saying he was making me something. Then I took a picture of him at the gym saying we were training together. My cousins got a kick out of those ones male and female. Pathetic? Maybe. Desperate? Oh hell yes.

When my mother demanded I bring Thor to my brother’s engagement I knew I was in deep shit. But I didn’t want to admit I was single. Otherwise my parents were going to throw someone at me. Probably the son of the family’s friend. I didn’t want any of that. I also didn’t want them to know I was a big liar.

So for the past week I had been trying to work up the courage to ask him. Thor and I are friendly to each other. He was single, but I knew his focus wasn’t on getting into another relationship especially with another Midgardian.

I looked down to the news and went over the speech in my head. I moved my finger up and down the screen not really reading the news. Then there was a shadow over me. I turned around and all I saw was a chest covered in a white cotton shirt. My eyes drifted upwards and was met with one of his goofy smiles.

“You’ve been stalking me for a week now,” his smile hardly faltered. “What do you want to ask me?”

All courage left me so I laughed nervously and turned back around. “I-I do-don’t know what you’re talking about.” He moved to my right and leaned on the island counter with his right arm.

He raised an eyebrow clearly not believing me. But I honestly couldn’t ask him this. It wasn’t his problem and he had a lot of problems already. I didn’t need to add anymore.

“She wants to ask you to go with her to a family party,” Wanda’s voice came from the fridge. I whirled my head at her with wide eyes.

“The fuck, Wanda?” I growled.

She shrugged. “You would have never asked.” She got a bottle of water and walked away.

“Is she right?,” he asked his eyes had never left me.

“I mean…I guess. I may have led my family to believe we were dating so they could get off my back about being single for nearly six years,” I shrugged a shoulder still avoiding his gaze.

“Dulce,” he said my name and it made me turned to him and meet his eyes.

“It’s not like we would have to kiss or…do stuff, just hold hands and hug each other,” I turned my body towards him. “And it’s just for two days. I haven’t seen my family in a long time and basically everyone thinks we’re a thing.”

“I’ll do it,” he smiled.

“Oh…okay…just like that?” I questioned.

“I have never seen you so flustered. It’s cute,” he winked and I was sure my face was priceless. Did the God of Thunder just say I was cute? I told myself not to read too much into it.

“Okay, what would you like in return?” I offered. I didn’t want him to think that I was being selfish.

“Let’s just say you owe me,” he stood up straight. “When do we leave?”

“Friday,” it was Wednesday so I knew this was going to spread around like wild fire at the compound. Tony was probably going to mock me. “Our plane leaves at eleven in the morning.”

Thor’s eyes twinkled. “Did you assume I would agree?”

“I hoped,” I smiled at him. “Thank you, Thor. My family is very…” how could I word it without freaking him out, “close and we basically tell each other everything—for the most part.”

“Well, you have two days to catch me up. How long have we been together? And how did we get together?” he walked over to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He placed one right in front of me. “Drink. All you’ve had is coffee.”

I chuckled. I always did forget to drink water and somehow he was always around to remind me. So I opened the bottle. My head felt lighter now that the hard part was over. Well, the hard part was going to see how my dad was going to take to me bringing Thor home. I knew he had hoped I would get with the son of his best friend. So did everyone in my family. They all thought Bruno and I were supposed to get together and have the perfect family.

“Okay, so we’ve been dating nine months and we got closer during training at the gym, doing missions and me teaching you about my culture—which I have to do in two days,” I slapped my forehead.

“Ah, yes,” he took the seat next to me and since he was so damn big his knees touched mine. There was hardly any space between us. “Your parents are from Me-he-co,” he grinned widely proud of his pronunciation.

I had corrected Tony once during a mission and I guess it stuck with Thor.

“Yes, they immigrated when they were young. But they had all their children here so my siblings and I are first generation,” I said proudly. “A lot of my parents’ family is in California, which is where we are going. Southern California to be exact. I have a bunch of uncles, aunts and cousins—oh! I have an album in my room. I’ll go get it so I can go through it.”

I twirled in the stool until it let me out of Thor’s knees and I jumped off. I jogged to my room and went to my closet and pulled out the big photo album my mom made me bring with me. I went back to the kitchen and he was exactly where I left him. I got back to my spot, but faced the counter so I could place the album between us.

I opened it and the first thing was a photo of my parents’ wedding. My mom had those puffy shoulders and lots of ruffles dress and my father had his ‘mariachi’ suit on since that’s how they met. My mom had been a waitress at a Mexican restaurant where my father played with the mariachi band. He had been the singer. I told Thor and he said it was adorable. Then the next page were the pictures of the oldest sibling—my brother who was getting married.

“His name is Alfredo Junior—named after our dad, so we just call him Junior,” I explained to Thor who was looking at the pictures with great concentration. I moved on to the next one. “This is my sister Camila—she’s a wife and has two kids, a boy and a girl named Charles and Elizabeth—my sister is a big Jane Austen fan. My parents hated the names at first, but they’ve learned to live with it. Charlie is eight and Eliza is five.”

He nodded his head. I went on to the next page.

“This is Beatriz—or Betty and she’s getting her Master’s in teaching. She’s the smart one in the family. Now, what I’m about to show you doesn’t leave this…kitchen,” I laughed and he did too. I turned the page and revealed my baby pictures.

“Oh, my! Look at little Dulce!” he all but yelled.

“SHHHH!” I looked around to make sure no one was around. 

“You were such a cute child. Look! you dressed up as a witch!”

“I was very into witchy stuff when I was younger,” and then attempted to turn the page, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. He either released some electricity with his hands or I felt a connection. I pulled my hand away, but he didn’t seem to notice or feel it because he went on to stare at my pictures.

I held my hands and tried to shake off from that and since it had been clearly one sided I had to pretend nothing happened. He finally let me go on. I had a lot of family so it took about two hours to go through the album. There were some photos I removed because they were too painful to look at. At the end Thor asked if he could keep it so he could study it. For some reason I agreed to let it happen. Maybe this was going to be a huge mistake.

The next day I was woken up by the sound of my cellphone going off. I reached for it at the night stand and saw that it was my sister Camila. I groaned. I answered because we couldn’t ignore a family call—not ever again.

“Yes?” I answered with a dry throat.

“You’re really going to bring Thor to the party?” her tone told me she still didn’t believe me and if I was her, I wouldn’t believe me either.

“Uh, duh. I told you so,” I scoffed but felt bad for lying to my whole family. But for so long they were pushing and pushing me to get with Bruno, but I knew what he wanted. He wanted a trophy wife and after New York I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. So I decided to join SHIELD—which had fallen, but then I was recruited by Tony to work for the Avengers so I took the offer even though I was going to have to live across the country from my family.

Not a lot of my family moved out of states. Sure we had family in Mexico, but the ones we did have stayed close, except me.

“How did you snatch a snack like that?”

“Because I’m an incredible catch, you bitch,” I sat up on my bed and across my room was my dresser where I could see my disheveled hair. I was not a fucking catch at all. “There were sparks and voila, he asked me out. I said yes.”

There was a giggle in the background and I knew it was Beatriz.

“Does he have a big dick?” Betty couldn’t contain her laugh.

I couldn’t hide mine either. “The biggest I’ve ever had.” I leaned back on my headboard. “And does he use his fingers so well.”

“Goddamn stop it!” Junior yelled.

“Am I on speaker?!” I growled.

“Relax it’s just us,” Betty continued to laugh. “Ma went to set up the backyard and Pa went to get his mariachi suit from the cleaners.”

“Is he putting his band back together?” I rubbed my face in frustration.

“Better warn the God of Thunder that Pa is going to grill him for dating his ‘innocente princesa’,” Camila mocked calling me an innocent princess.

“Have you warned Bruno?” the concern in Betty’s voice told me she still had a huge crush on him. I didn’t know why dad didn’t push them together since Betty really liked him.

“Should I?” I didn’t really think about that.

“Hello, you are literally bringing a God.”

“Bruno is good looking too!” Betty defended.

“Yes, we get it. You have the hots for him, Betty, but he only has eyes for Dulce.”

“It has been years. I’m sure he’s moved on. He’s had girlfriends so…he’s moved on,” I wasn’t so sure of that because those relationships didn’t last that long.

“Suuuuure,” Junior and Camila said at the same time.

“Okay, bye, putas, I gotta go shower and teach Thor how to dance la becadrita.”

“Is he bringing the Stormbrea—“

I ended the call before Junior finished. I groaned at how I was ever going to teach Thor to dance. I didn’t know how they danced at Asgard. Did he have to left feet? Would he be okay just learning the basics? Just so when we danced we didn’t look like complete idiots.

A/N: to me this is how I picture Dulce. She’s a Mexican actress and her name is actually ‘Dulce Maria’. Rebelde was a mexican soap opera that happened to be my guilty pleasure.

[peggyellis]

chicken alfredo

If you’re here for funny or exciting travel stories, or to hear about what Luna and I have been seeing and doing, or if you’re uncomfortable with excessive displays of emotion, please check back on Monday - by which point I promise to regale you with stories of waterfall hikes, teepee fires, late-night karaoke on the rez, aura readings, tumbleweeds, herds of antelope, and much more.

Earlier today, while catching up with my friend Corinna, I joked about the estimated ten pounds I’d lost on this trip.  My shorts are scarily loose and I’ve tightened my wristbands twice already, which, I reported amusingly, seemed impossible given the amount of gas station ice cream and pork rinds I’ve consumed so far.  What I realized much later is that this is probably *all* I’ve been eating.  My two-ish meals a day reduced down to one, and half the time that consisted of a piece of chicken sausage or a small cup of soup.  Much of the food I’ve brought is still in my cooler, and I’ve found myself satiated after a small snack or something I would barely consider a meal.  Strange, given that anyone who knows me knows that I can out-eat even the most voracious of appetites.

So, I started thinking back on the last few days.  As I’d neared closer and closer to Idaho - the furthest planned stop on my trip - the pit in my stomach only grew.  I realized that I was full of trepidation, fear and sadness about the journey home, and I dreaded the day I pointed my car back towards the Southeast.  So, in typical Peggy fashion, I decided to deal with the problem by running even further and putting it off a few more days, heading out towards Seattle.  Why deal with a problem today when you can deal with it tomorrow, right?

Welp, that all came crashing down today.  I couldn’t put off signing my lease any longer, requiring me to pick a move-in date.  As I neared Seattle, a quick scan of the map reminded me that there is - quite literally - nowhere further to run away. (In case you’re curious, the Canada border is closed - believe me, I checked).  I had to start booking airbnbs for the journey home and pick an end date for our time in Seattle.  I had to reach out to my former partner to discuss the logistics of getting my stuff from his house, and I had to start thinking about what life looks like when this trip is over.

Now, I’ve had some tough days before.  I can hysterically sob with the best of ‘em, and I have dealt with some loss and pain and struggle.  But hooooo boy, this put me on my ass.  When a friend back home asked me what I had been doing today, I reported to him that I cried the entire way through Oregon.  Yikes.  At one point, while sitting at a rest stop, Luna climbed into my lap in the front seat, unable to ignore my hyperventilating.  I was out of runway, and I had to accept that if I was going to continue my life as I’d planned it, it was going to involve going home in the very near future.

As I started unloading all of this on him, a dear new friend asked me simply, why do you *need* to come home?  My mom, usually the ever-pragmatic type, advised me not to sign a lease if I wasn’t sold on a life in Atlanta.  And in an unexpected twist of fate, a partner who shaped most of my adult life (and who I called somehow knowing he’d have the answer) reminded me that it’s okay NOT to have the answers, and it’s okay to just take it day by day for awhile.

I arrived at our home for the night, shed some heavy tears, and canceled all of my bookings for the rest of the trip.  I sent an email explaining that my housing situation had changed and asking to delay my lease indefinitely.  I called my Burning Man family, many of whom are here in Seattle, and they immediately rallied with dinners, plans to go sailing, and a schedule of housing for Luna and I that extends well into the fall. I suddenly have a place to stay - for as long as I need - and no one forcing me towards home.

The sun set, and it was dinner time, so I set a cast iron skillet on the fire pit adjacent to our greenhouse home, and set about making dinner.  I’d picked up one of those frozen meals in a bag at the grocery store - you know, the kind that feeds at least two people or a very small family of four.  Everything cooked as I updated friends and family about my plans and threw the ball for Luna.  And then, I’ll be damned if I did not eat the entire thing.  The whole bag.  When I was done with that, I needed dessert, and had half a sleeve of Milano cookies.  After 10 days of barely having an appetite, I was ravenous.  It hit me: the pit in my stomach was gone.  I no longer had to do anything, be anywhere, or be anyone.  I had time, and friends, and the flexibility to figure out what the hell is next and where.

So, friends, looks like this little road trip might have turned into something a little bigger. I don’t have answers, or plans, or an idea of what is next.  And for the first time in possibly my entire life, that is just fine with me.