#also his theme bangs. both of them

[todayisafridaynight]

So, here’s a question I don’t think anyone’s asked or at least it’s been a while… why is Jo your favorite?

i was trying to find the post where i explained it in depth but i'll give a tl;dr his backstory regarding masato and his implied childhood abuse recontextualizes a lot of his behaviors and actions as well as adds extra layers to his devotions to arakawa and the speculative progression of that relationship going from strictly 'transactional' (being that he's only there to see masato and arakawa just Happens to be there) to genuine respect and adoration and that makes my brain tingle. also i think hes hot

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In the world of heavy metals, love is denser than hate!

[qualityrain]

lowk annoyed everytime people act like the main reason why kotaro and shinpei do those stuff is romantic jealousy like guys ik this is a romance manga but cmon. not everything is abt romance. ok. theres so many other reasons and to boil it down into romantic jealousy is so 💀

[uniquecutie-puffs]

Heartstrings & Hellfire: Chapter 01

Fan Art from nihoneho

Huntrix: World Tour Final Show

A giant electric billboard glows across the skyline, displaying the trio of Huntrix striking a fierce pose, promoting their final concert in one of Korea’s largest arenas. Thousands of excited fans fill the plaza, the energy electric. 

“Let's go, Huntrix!” The crowd chants, waving purple lightsticks and banners, dressed in official merch from head to toe. 

“We love Huntrix!” Another set of fans shout into the camera interviewing them outside the arena.

The camera zooms in on the pink-haired male to the left, sporting a wolf-cut hairstyle.

“Miro's my favorite. He is the visual and lead dancer. Nobody can move like Miro. ” A group of women squeal towards the camera while they proudly show off their pink-themed Miro merch and banners.

“Apparently, he's the black sheep of his family.” A photo flashes on screen: a family portrait with the faces of the parents and older brother blurred, Miro the only clear one, scowling defiantly. Another image: Miro now older, oozing rebellion in both style and stance.

“I don't know why? But even though he's so cool.” A male fan said to the camera.

“Who else could wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala.” Images flash again, Miro draped head-to-toe in a designer sleeping bag, striking poses on the iconic stairs.

“Yeah! He's our role model.” Teen girls with calm, cool expressions mimic Miro’s vibes. “He's the best. Love him.” The teen girls said in unison in a monotone voice. 

Now the camera pans to the right, navy-haired, bowl-cut styled Zane.

“We're here for Zane!” A group in green gear screams, waving their signs high.

“The rapper and lyricist.” Flashback: Zane sitting at the bottom of a staircase, headphones on, scribbling lyrics in a notebook. 

“He grew up in America. Somewhere called Burbank, USA.” A male fan explains. 

“He is the cutest maknae” Cut to Zane in a strawberry hat doing adorable poses on a variety show.

“But when he raps, he goes hard.” Cue: Zane decimating challengers at an underground rap battle.

“He gets real scary. So scary, like, “You better watch out.” A girl fan explains with her boyfriend beside her and agreeing to what she said. 

Now the camera centers on the violet-haired Rumi in messy curtain bangs adorned with little braids.

 “We love Rumi!” Two girls Jumps in excitement. 

“His pop-star royalty.” The girl said excitedly into the camera while her best friend beside her also agreed with her. “Uh-huh!”

“His mom, who was a Sunlight Sister, passed away when he was an infant.” A fan girl explained while the camera show's the last album cover of the Sunlight Sisters. 

“WAIT! You can’t talk about Rumi without talking about (Y/n)!” A voice shouts from the back.

“Right, (y/n) is the adopted daughter of Celine, who was abandoned as a child under a willow tree and Celine was the one who found her and took her in as her own.” The girl said to the camera. 

“But Celine raised both of them together as best friends,” A camera flashes back to show a picture of Celine in an International Idol Awards show with Rumi as a little boy and a little girl beside her. 

“Huntrix was built around Rumi, while (Y/n) debuted solo but stayed close with the boys.” The picture changed to show Celine with the boys and (y/n) accompanying them to the Idol Awards. 

More photos: (Y/n) attending every Huntrix concert, always in her signature white.

“Rumi's voice is just incredible and (y/n)’s voice is like an angel. Like…” A trio of fan girls said dreamily to the camera. 

“It brings us to tears!” A trio of fan boys cuts into the camera, each crying and holding cute little banners of both the name's of Rumi and (y/n). 

“(Y/n) is such an icon of innocence. She is just the best, she has been friends with the Huntrix ever since their debut and she always supports them” 

“(Y/N)!!! I LOVE YOU!!!” A man screams into the camera.

“She’s the Angel of the Nation!” The crowd affirms.

“In every Huntrix album, there’s always one song featuring her.”

“You can truly notice the bond that they have with each other.” A group of fan girl's wearing gold merchandise, mentioned. “Up until now there has been a huge debate about the shipping between Huntrix and (y/n).”

“I heard that (y/n) will be here as a special guest performer. Just to show that her friendship with Huntrix is that strong.” A male fan said to the camera but then came closer to whisper something. “But between you and me, I totally ship (y/n) with any of the Huntrix members.” 

“I ship her with Rumi—(ship name) for life!”

“No! Zane!”

“Miro!”

“Huntrix!” The camera pans to the passionate debate as the arena buzzes for the show.

“They're taking a break after this concert with (y/n), and they need it, but we're gonna miss them so much!” A girl said while her friends in the background agreed with her.  

Suddenly, the intro music booms. Neon lights flash, the crowd roars. Backstage, chaos ensues.

“Everyone look alive.” Bobby, the manager of the group, said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance of Huntrix. 

“All right. Looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready. But where are the boys?” Bobby, double checking everything around the arena and looked on his phone to see any updates from the boys. 

“What? What? Where are they going?” Only to see on his phone that the plane of the Huntrix was going out of track on its destination.

“Okay, this is our biggest show yet,” Rumi said as the three of them huddled together inside their private plane. 

“The most songs,” Zane said

“The most moves.” Miro reminded.

“Which means the most carb loading.”

“FOR THE FANS!” All three shouted in unison as they dove into an enormous spread of food around the table.

“I need 10,000 calories to get through the choreo,” Rumi said while stuffing his face with kimbap. “A thousand percent. A galillion percent.” Miro agreed wholeheartedly with what Rumi just said, while Zane just kept on eating. 

“Man, that's not even a real number.”

“It is for our fans,” Miro argued with food stuffed in his mouth. 

Rumi then inhaled the scent of the kimbap in his hands. “Ah!” As Zane, suddenly in chibi mode, maniacally ripped open a chip bag and devoured it with speed.

“Our fans deserve the best.” Rumi declared. But none of them noticed the flight attendants acting… strangely. One was watering a flower pot with coffee.

As Rumi stuffed down his throat a whole kimbap. “Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!” Each member holds a cup of noodle, each cup had their faces as the designs. 

“Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” they all cheered, knocking their cups together.

“Wait, there’s no water in these.” They all noticed that the cup was not filled with hot water. 

“Um, excuse me, miss?” 

“Yes, Ms. Hunter…ix?”  The nearby flight attendant responded nervously, spilling more coffee onto the flower.

“Right away. You're welcome. Arrideverci. Goodbye.” She said so fast and nervously while the other two attendants were also doing weird things in the background. 

“Uh, okay.” As Rumi was asking the attendant for water, her ringtone began to go off. Seeing the caller ID she hastily answered.

“Hi, Bobby!” They all said in unison in the video call.

"Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?" Bobby asked them. 

"About to eat our pre-show ramyeon." Rumi said while showing off their half-eaten feast.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Bobby said worriedly, flipping the camera to show fans in the arena going wild.

“Hey, that's my phone!” Bobby's phone was easily hijacked by some fans near them, and they saw the Huntrix.

“We love you!” A group of fans said to them.

“Aww, we love you too!” All three of the Huntrix said together. 

Then a trio of fan boys took the phone and sobbed into the phone, touching the hearts of the Huntrix. “That's so sweet,” All three said into the phone towards the fan boys. 

Another male fan took the phone again. “Yo! I just got this!” Lifting his shirt to show a giant heart tattoo with Huntrix in the middle. 

“Uh..” Rumi and Zane were a bit surprised at the revelation of the male fan. Miro had a different reaction. “Sick.” He said, liking the tattoo. 

“Gimme that! Why are you so late?” Bobby took back his phone and said worriedly to the boys. 

“Late?” Rumi said confused.

“Fifty thousand fans are waiting for you.” As Bobby mentions that predicament, the boys then looked outside the window of the plane. Only to see that brightly lit arena that they had passed by. “They made cute signs and everything.” All three of them then looked and glared at the awkward and weird attendants. 

“How can you be late? Even (y/n) got here early despite her busy schedule. She’s already helping keep the crowd calm! I wish you were here.” As the boys continued to glare at the flight attendants. 

“Bobby? Is that the boys? Let me talk to them.” A familiar voice sounded out which caused the boys to return back to looking at the phone. 

“Oh! Uh, sure (y/n). Here you go.” Bobby said, handing his phone to the girl dressed in a gorgeous white dress. 

“Hi guys!” (Y/n) said happily into the phone. 

“(Y/N)!” the boys shouted together, hearts practically bursting. 

“I'm guessing that there's… bugs? You'll need some time to get here?” She asked them cryptically. 

“Yes, please.” Rumi begged.

“You're a lifesaver, (y/n).” Zane said added.

“The best girl ever,” Miro said, clearly smitten.

(Y/n) giggled sweetly, that each boy has internally combust. 

“Okay, okay. Pay me back by showing up after you handle the pests, okay?” she winked.

“(Y/n), are the boys getting here already?”  Bobby asked in the background as (y/n) handed back his phone to him. 

“You got it!” Rumi said as the boys then looked back at the flight attendants. “Keep your shirt on Bobby. We'll be there in three.” Rumi said to Bobby as he ended the call, and all of them groaned in frustration while Zane just kept on stress eating his chips. 

“I didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!” Miro complained

“Why do they always interrupt our snacking?“ Rumi said frustratingly.

“THEY WILL FACE MY WRATH!” Zane said garbled due to the food in mouth while crushing the chips on his hands. 

Rumi confronted the demons with a bored expression, obviously pointing out their strange behaviours and spotting patterns along their arms. Stepping on one's foot fully revealed their colourful and abnormal real forms.

"Oh, you got the patterns. Now you gotta die." Miro said smirking while cracking his knuckles.

Back at the stadium, the fans were growing restless.

“So Bobby,” (Y/n) said calmly, watching the rising chaos. “Since the boys are a little… delayed, I’ll open.”

“You’ll what?” Bobby blinked.

“I’ll perform the opening to keep the crowd hyped until Huntrix arrives,” she smiled, raising her golden mic.

“Have the tech team cue my song,” she said as she climbed the stairs to her lift. Staff secured her harness. The arena went black.

(Cue the music to the song Sway to My Beat in Cosmos.) 

“What’s that?” a fan asked.

“LOOK—it’s (Y/n)!” another screamed as a spotlight hit the top of the arena.

~“Mend your pace, sway to the beat. Hands up, embrace who you wanna be. We're reaching heights unseen, ooh-whoa, whoa. Feel the fire deep within. You're the key to where my trust begins. Join my dream, it's just the right time, whoa”~

As the lights pulsed to the beat, (Y/n) descended from the heavens in her white dress, glowing in ethereal light.

~”Leave it all behind (all behind). Get ready now”~

“Hello, everyone,” She said sweetly to the crowd of fans. As all of them cheered so loud to their Angel. The arena lights up with colors that dance to the colors of the cosmos. As (Y/n) starts to descend from the top of the arena which makes her look like an Angel descending from heaven in her white dress. 

“You're my ANGEL” A male fan cried out to her. 

~“Rise up into my world. Renew your definition. World so high, let me show. And hear my declaration, "No more ties"”~

She landed gracefully, spinning across the stage. Fans raised their golden lightsticks in unison.

~“Off the ground and tap your feet. Look, stars are near when you feel the beat. We're bound for a greater height, ooh-whoa, whoa. Take a leap into the blaze. Don't lose yourself in mundanity. Join my dream, it is the right time, whoa”~

~“Leave it all behind. Get ready now”~

“Sing along with me, everyone.” (Y/n) called out. 

Thousands of voices joined in, her harmonies echoing through the dome. Backstage, even the crew sang along.

~“Welcome to my world, Renew your definition. World so high, let me show and hear my declaration, "No more ties."”~ As, (Y/n) danced around the stage triggering the Honmoon which glowed beautifully in her eyes and harmonized so hauntingly beautiful. 

~“Welcome to my world, Renew your definition. World so high, let me show. Now hear my declaration, Welcome to my world. Renew your definition, World so high, we'll show, and go beyond horizon. Side by side”~ 

As the final note rang out, she pointed upward.

“Everyone, look to the skies. I present to you… HUNTRIX!”

She said as fans pointed out and looked to the skies, while she backed away safely from the target landing of the boys. 

Back on the jet, chaos. 

The demons revealed themselves in their original forms. “The only ones dying tonight are your–” the big demons said but was interrupted by the burps of Miro. 

“Uh, I said. The only ones dying tonight are your–” He tried again as the other demons looked astonished with what happend. But was cut off again by the stomach gurgles of both Rumi and Zane. 

“I'm sorry, what?” Rumi asked as they were distracted by their stomachs. 

“YOUR FANS! We're gonna eat your fans!” The big demon couldn't take it anymore screamed at the boys. As the other four demons around him snarled and licked their fangs. 

“WHOA!” The boys exclaimed. “No. No, Thank you.” As they all said. “No. No. No.”

“Not our fans.” 

“When you mess with our fans…"

"We need to make it hurt." As Miro cracked his knuckles. The Honmoon ignited, lighting up the cabin in a supernatural glow.

~"Ugh, you came at a bad time"

"But you just crossed the line"

"You wanna get wild?"

"Okay, I'll show you wild!"~

The plane turned into a blur of motion: fists, glowing weapons, and intense choreo mid-air.

~“Better come right, better luck tryin', gettin' to our level

'Cause you might die, never the time, tryna start a battle

Bleeding isn't in my blood, 뼈속부터 달라서 (ppyeosokbuteo dallaseo)”~

Rumi poured hot water into their ramyeon cups mid-fight. Miro knocked a demon into a seat with the kettle. Zane poured sauce on a demon’s head while eating chips.

~”Beating you is what I do-do-do, yeah”~

Miro then throws the kettle to Zane. Beating down the leaping demons while pouring hot water for himself, Miro, and Rumi with no sweat.

~”Body on body

I'm naughty, not even sorry

And when you pull up, I'll pull up

A little late to the party (Na-na-na-na)

Locked and loaded, I was born for this

There ain't no point in avoiding it

Annoyed? A bit

불을 비춰 다 비켜, 네 앞길을 뺏겨 (Bureul bichwo da bikyeo, ne apgireul ppaetgyeo)”~

Before digging into their ramyeon, Rumi stopped both boys to show that it takes 3 minutes for the noodles to cook. So, they had something to pass the time and finish off the demons.

~"Knocking you out like a lullaby~"

"Hear that sound ringing in your mind~"~

They each summoned glowing weapons, daggers for Zane, a spear for Miro, a sword for Rumi.

~"Better sit down for the show"

"'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"~

They sliced down every demon with graceful, deadly flair, like it was part of their choreography. 

~”(Hey) Huntrix don't miss

How it's done-done-done

(Hey) Huntrix don't quit

How it's done-done-done”~

Glancing around at the boys, adoration and fun filled their expressions. Moving like lightning speed and the highlighting colors of their blades faster than usual and bodies consumed by calmness and beauty.

~"Run, run, we run the town"

"Whole world playin' our sound"

"Turnin' up, it's goin' down"

"Huntrix show this, how it's done, done, done"~

Suddenly, the plane started falling apart.

“Yeah, this plane’s trashed,” Miro said bluntly.

The three slurped down their noodles as the wreckage tumbled around them. “Okay, let's do this.” 

~”Yeah, something about when you come for the crown

That's so humbling, huh?

갑자기 왜 그래? 먼저 건드려, 왜?

이제야 포기해, what? (Gapjagi wae geurae? meonjeo geondeuryeo, wae? Ijeya pogihae, what?)

Nothing to us

Run up, you're done up, we come up

From sunup to sundown, so come out to play”~

They dove out of the jet, crashing down toward the stadium like comets.

~”Won either way, we're one in a million��

“We killin', we bring it, you want it? Okay”~

Catching up with the escaped demons, landing on them as they fixed up some makeup, hair and appearances. Pulling out of her pocket gulped down a pill of sorts with a bottle of water she somehow managed to down while falling.

~“Hair, nails, blade, mascara”

“Fit check for my napalm era”

“Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage”

“Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)“~

Just as (Y/n) stepped back from center stage, glowing blue streaks lit up the sky. Fans gasped

~”Knocking you out like a lullaby

Hear that sound ringing in your mind

Better sit down for the show”~

“Everyone, look to the skies. I present to you. HUNTRIX!” The boys heard (Y/n) Introducing them into the microphone. 

“It's them.” A fan pointed out as two blue spotlights helped the fans see the three blue lights rocket to the stage. (Y/N) finding herself backstage with many stage crew members and staff running about. 

“Everyone, get ready, the boys are here now.” Nodding along with her instructions as they swiftly get to work. One worker hands her three other microphones as she runs towards the edge of the stage. Spotting the three demons in the centre and the large shadows of the boys in the smoke screen,

~”Cause I’m gonna show you (I’m gonna show you~)”

”(I’m gonna show you~) How it’s done-done-done”~

As the boys landed, (Y/n) threw them their mics mid-spin. Miro smirked at her.

~”I don’t talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)”

”Spittin’ facts, you know that’s”

“How it's done-done-done”~

A demon crashed into the crowd. “Cool costume!” a girl said, snapping a selfie right before Zane threw a blade straight through it.

~”Okay, like, I know I ramble”

”But when shootin’ my words, I go Rambo”

”Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)”

”That’s how its done-done-done”~

A lone spotlight shines as (Y/n) and Rumi’s duet echoed across the stadium in harmony, bringing the crowd to tears.

Then, the final chorus. All four took center stage, dancing with power and elegance.

~“Hear our voice unwavering”

”Til our song defeats the night”

”Makin’ fear afraid to breathe”

”Til the dark meets the light~ (how its done-done-done)”~

Pushing their vocals to its highest high note in harmony. Continuing to belt and echo the chorus through towards the end. As the Honmoon starts to shine brightly.

~”Run, run, we run the town (done-done-done)

Whole world playin' our sound (done-done-done)

Turnin' up, it's going down (done-done-done)

Huntrix, show this how it's done-done-done”~

As the combination of both Huntrix and (Y/n) on stage dancing to the song, exhilarated the fans to the extreme. 

~”We hunt you down (down)

(Done-done-done)

We got you now (Got you now)

(Done-done-done)

We show you how-how-how (Show you how)”~

The Honmoon glowed a bright golden that flowed through the arena. Which excites the four, making them dance more enthusiastically.

~“HUNTR/X don’t miss, how its done-done-done~”

All four of them finished the song sticking together and striking a pose. Which end up having the crowd cheering and screaming. As the Honmoon then glowed stronger surrounding the country. As demons are now trapped in the underworld unable to break through the barrier. 

Author's note:

So, I hope everyone likes the chapter 01 so far. Hehehe. I based (y/n) more on the character of Robin in honkai star rail.

If you have any comments about the first chapter it would be much appreciation so that i could improve on the following future chapters.

I found the fanart in twt and it was so good that, that's what the Huntrix will look like as a boy band but I wanted to add cute little briad's scatterd around Rumi's hair.

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[sttoru]

#𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: “show me you’re shameless, write it on my neck, why don’t ya?”

cw. married!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, angst to comfort. cheating/infidelity. unprotected. crēampie. bréeding themes. soft angsty-ish sèx. petnames ‘baby, sweetheart, wifey’ not proofread !

satoru has never loved the woman he married. he’s never felt an ounce of attraction or affection towards her. it’s hard to be around someone who he’s supposed to love and cherish, when all he can think about is you.

it’s you he was supposed to end up with if it wasn’t for his damned clan. setting up an arranged marriage behind his back and only telling him last minute of their plans— a bunch of assholes they are.

satoru could’ve declined, disagreed, ran away. he had all the power to, but he had fully convinced himself that his actual soulmate - you - would never return his love, which is why he settled.

. . . he was proven wrong after it was already too late.

“i love you s’much,” satoru grits his teeth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his sweat trickling down his forehead. his hips move in a gentle rhythm, as tender as his arms are holding you. he never treated you roughly.

satoru wouldn’t do that to the love of his life. the one who he’s supposed to call his wife, his beloved. he’ll find a way to achieve his dreams. he’ll do anything to end up with you and escape this messed up arrangement.

but for now, he’ll love you like this. every day, behind the other woman’s back, for as long as he can.

“i love you too, ‘toru,” you sigh, tilting your head to give the white-haired man access to your neck. his tongue wets your sensitive skin before sucking on it. he’s claiming you as his— like he usually does whenever he manages to get ahold of you.

“say that again,” satoru whimpers against your throat whilst leaving soft kisses all over. the sounds of your bodies meeting bounces off the walls, the lewd noise of flesh hitting flesh is a melody that you both enjoy behind closed doors.

“please,” satoru pleads. you’re surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. he holds onto you - ruts into you - like he’s never experienced this before. his cock twitches and throbs within you, desperate to reach that aching release.

you swallow the lump in your throat. you feel bad doing this right on the bed that satoru shares with his wife, but you also couldn’t care less. “i love you, satoru, i really do,” you moan near his ear.

the sorcerer shivers at your pretty voice uttering those three words to him. his big hands hold onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin, leaving small dents. his breath hitches, “oh, fuck. y’do, huh?”

satoru curses as he lifts his head from your neck. the view of you beneath him while you take his dick all the way inside your sopping cunt is addicting. it’s also way too slippery because of the mixture of cum on your lower body and the sheets.

“ah,” you look down at the place your bodies meet the second you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. you reach a hand down and guide his tip back to your folds without much thought.

it’s a sight that makes satoru nearly bust a nut right then and there. “missin’ me already?” he tilts his head, that boyish smile on his lips reappearing again. his soaked, white bangs cover his ethereal eyes a little, yet you can still notice the playfulness in them.

“yeah, i do,” you sigh, whining a little as his cock slowly fills you up all the way again, “i always miss you, ‘toru.” you never fail to feel so full whenever you’re intimate with him— he’s big and knows just how to use that to his advantage.

satoru pouts at your words. he knows what you’re indirectly referring to amidst all the physical pleasure. he tries to make as much time for you as he can, without raising suspicion. though sometimes he fails to see you for days. balancing his work schedule, along with his many other duties and his private life was a hassle.

it’s frustrating when satoru is leading a double life, for both you and him. there’s nothing more in this world that he wants than to have you beside him forever. as his wife, not his secret lover.

one day, soon— he promises silently to himself and to you with a kiss.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes out, his thrusts resuming. two of his rough fingers roll your nipple between them, his tongue following to circle the sensitive bud while he drives his dick in and out of you repeatedly. “but i’m all yours tonight, yeah? only yours.”

you nod mindlessly. you trust satoru, he’ll figure this all out. for now, you’ll enjoy every single second you’re able to spend with him.

“mhm,” you hum before your eyes focus on his neck. you know he’s told you not to leave any marks on him, but tonight, you’re feeling shameless. your hand on the back of his head pushes him down until your lips touch his neck.

satoru’s eyes widen at your unexpected action. he can’t deny you anything, even if this is a risky thing to do. he moans when you suck and bite on his skin. you’re leaving hickeys he will have to hide from his wife.

“naughty fuckin’ girl,” he tries to groan, though it comes out as a choked up whimper instead. he bites his lip and his eyes nearly roll back when your legs wrap around his waist, all whilst you’re leaving those dark marks on his neck.

you softly giggle at your own bold move. satoru however, seems to enjoy this more than he thought he would. he allows you access to his neck while he focuses on his set pace.

“y’ just want me to get caught, hm?” the white-haired man clicks his tongue, his balls slapping against your ass, your juices sticking to his skin which makes the sounds of his thrusts even louder. lewder. satoru huffs, “want that woman to know jus’ how well i fuck you, sweetheart?”

you feel your body heat up, the knot in your lower tummy tightening. his increased dirty talk only could mean one thing; he’s close. and so are you. the pleasure of having satoru inches deep in your cunt after not seeing him for two whole days, is driving you insane.

“yes, fuck— yes,” you hiccup, feeling absolutely no shame at this moment. you don’t care how loud you’re getting, if satoru’s neighbours were to hear him have sex with a woman that’s not his wife.

the man himself doesn’t even seem to mind it either. not when he’s this close. he pants before pressing soft kisses against your forehead. the lingering feeling of your lips against his neck remind him of the hickeys you’ve left.

satoru moans against your hot skin. his dick twitches, his balls tighten and his arms wrap around you to cradle you against his bare chest. he’s going to fill you with his hot cum like you deserve. you deserve every single drop and he wouldn’t give it to anyone else but you.

“shit, g’nna cum,” satoru warns after a small whine leaves his throat, “take it, baby. don’t waste a drop, wanna breed you full.” his thrusts turn a bit erratic, body pinning yours to the mattress so you have nowhere to run. all you can do is lay there and take it— take his cum while you reach your own climax.

white dots appear in his vision as satoru releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside of you. his hips are pressed tightly against yours— leaving no chance for his seed to trickle out of you.

the satisfaction that fills satoru’s chest is like no other. a small grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans his body weight on top of you slightly, catching his breath. your trembling frame rests beneath him while you’re trying to regain composure as well.

“there y’ go, atta girl,” satoru coos and kisses your forehead. he treats you so well, even after sex. he treats you like you’re his true wife. which you should be.

he rubs your sides with his hands to calm you down. his own breath is still shake as he looks down at you with a grin. a wicked idea pops up in his head once he sees the thick trail of cum that’s left on your slit after he pulls out.

“y’know how i told ya that i’ll make y’ my wife one day?” satoru hums, eyes focused on both your face and cum-covered pussy. he has told you before that he will find a way to officially make you his.

and he finally just realised the perfect way to do it.

“mhm,” you nod with a dazed look in your eyes. you wrap your arms around satoru’s shoulders and hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as his breath ghosts over your ear.

his hand travels down to your tummy, fingers splayed over the soft flesh; “good, ‘cause y’re gonna need to play the part for me already. gonna fill you up ‘til you’re nice and swollen with my kids, wifey.”

[dreaming-of-tae]

♡ skz finding out they're dating an idol

How'd They Find Out? How'd They React? How'd They Handle It?

➜ fluff/angst w/ comfort . gn!reader

ch : bangchan . leeknow . changbin . hyunjin . han . felix . seungmin . i.n

warnings : emotional conflict / angst , mild cursing / intensity: (very mild) , romantic themes , mentions of fame/idol industry pressures

[﹒notes] - My first straykids post!! hope you guys enjoy this as I put a lot of time in ✩ as of now my requests are open so if you have any requests feel free to send them in~ These headcanon/stories are written in a more angsty way, because of how serious being an idol is ♡

Bang Chan (방찬)

You and Chan had been dating in private for nearly a year. It wasn’t exactly a secret relationship, but both of you kept it far away from the public eye. You were always vague about your career, describing yourself as “in the entertainment industry” but never elaborating. You always told yourself you’d come clean eventually — once the time was right.

But the truth was, you were an idol preparing to debut with a major company. And when your group finally debuted, everything changed.

The news came out not from you, but through the industry grapevine. JYP staff began murmuring about a new rookie group shaking the charts — and Chan’s ears perked up when he heard your name associated with them.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. Maybe someone who just had the same name. But then he saw the teaser.

Your face.

Your voice.

Your debut.

He watched the performance in his studio late one night, headphones in, heart pounding. He didn't even realize he was gripping the armrest of his chair until his fingers went numb. It wasn't just that you were an idol. It was the fact that you'd kept it from him — someone who prided himself on being open, trustworthy, and understanding in relationships.

When you finally walked into his studio the next day, it was quiet. Too quiet.

He didn’t yell. Chan never did. But his silence was louder than any shouting could be.

“You debuted,” he said, not looking up from his laptop.

You tried to explain — how scared you were, how much pressure you were under, how much you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin your shot or involve him in any scandal. Your voice cracked, but you kept going.

“I wasn’t hiding you, I was hiding me,” you told him, near tears.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

“You know I’d never be mad at you for chasing your dream,” he said softly. “But... I thought we were in this together. I thought we shared everything.”

That line stung more than anything.

It takes time. Chan isn’t one to hold grudges, but he feels things deeply. He spends days reflecting — not just on your relationship, but on what it meant for you to feel like you couldn’t trust him with something so big.

Eventually, he reaches out, asking to meet. This time, he's warmer, a little more relaxed.

“You looked incredible on stage,” he admits, smiling shyly. “I’m proud of you.”

He apologizes for his coldness, but also asks you to let him in — even when things are messy, complicated, or scary. “We’re idols,” he says. “We know this life isn’t easy. But I want to share it with you.”

From that point on, he’s your biggest supporter — attending shows in secret, leaving notes in your dressing room when he can, and giving you vocal tips late at night.

He doesn’t love that your schedules now clash and your careers are public property, but he accepts it. Because at the end of the day, you’re still you — and he’s still the guy who fell in love with you, long before the world knew your name.

Lee Know (리노)

Minho had always suspected you were “more than you let on.” The way you carried yourself, the way you avoided certain questions, the way your phone always lit up with messages from people labeled only with emojis. You were mysterious — something he found intriguing.

You’d been together quietly for a little over six months, and while Minho wasn’t the kind of guy to push boundaries, he was observant. Very observant.

Then it happened — your group dropped a surprise debut showcase.

And there you were. Center stage. Flawless. Charismatic. An idol.

Minho sat there in his dorm room, your face filling his screen, members buzzing around him, exclaiming “Wait — isn’t that…?”

He didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

And then left the room.

You knew you had to tell him — and you were already on your way over when your phone started buzzing. A message from Minho: “We need to talk.”

When you arrived, his expression was unreadable. Arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting hours.

“So,” he said, voice clipped. “Anything you want to share?”

You tried to explain — the contracts, the company’s PR strategy, your own fears. But Minho’s eyebrows raised.

“Don’t tell me it was all about timing. You had months.”

His voice was sharper than usual. He wasn’t angry in the explosive way — he was angry in the quiet, disappointed way that only someone who’s truly hurt can be.

“I don’t care that you’re an idol,” he finally said. “I care that you didn’t trust me enough to be honest.”

You stood there, feeling like the world had dropped out from under you.

But you didn’t give up. You reached for his hand. “Minho… I didn’t know how. I didn’t want you to think I was using you. Or lying. Or trying to compete. I was scared I’d lose you.”

Something shifted in his expression at that.

Lee Know doesn’t forgive easily — but he does listen.

It takes a long conversation, a lot of silence, and a few sarcastic jabs (“So do I have to call you sunbaenim now?”), but eventually, he lets down the walls again.

Minho is surprisingly vulnerable when you crack through the tough outer shell. He opens up about how he’s always struggled with trust — how hard it is to feel close to people when the industry is full of masks.

“But I want to trust you,” he admits quietly, “so let me.”

From then on, he becomes fiercely protective. He never shows it in dramatic ways, but it’s there — the texts checking in after your late-night schedules, the hand squeeze before a big stage, the teasing messages when you post a killer performance.

He’ll never say “I’m your number one fan” out loud, but he doesn’t have to.

He’s the one watching your fancams at 2 AM when he thinks no one’s looking. The one who subtly retweets your group’s success through fan accounts. The one who learns your choreography just to mockingly dance it in front of you — only to get every step exactly right.

Changbin (창빈)

Dating Changbin had been like finding home. He was warm, goofy, emotionally intelligent, and one of the few idols who knew how to switch off the performance face when the cameras were gone. You met him through a mutual friend, and your relationship bloomed over late-night ramen, playlists, and gym sessions.

He knew you were “in music,” but you always steered the conversation away when it got too close to your career specifics.

You’d rehearsed how to tell him the truth so many times. But your company’s unexpected early debut announcement forced your hand before you were ready. One minute, you were planning your next date with him; the next, your debut stage was trending on Twitter.

He didn’t find out from you.

He found out on Instagram, scrolling through hashtags, when a photo of you in full stage makeup from a press showcase filled his feed. He blinked, confused.

Wait. That was you. Center stage. Surrounded by dancers. Dressed in a designer outfit.

The caption read: [Name], center of [Group Name], the next big thing in K-pop.

He sat in stunned silence, your unopened text from earlier still sitting on his phone screen.

It read: “Can we talk later tonight? Please.”

You showed up to his studio hours later, already anticipating the hurt in his eyes.

He wasn’t angry — not in the explosive sense. But Changbin felt things deeply, and that depth was now tinged with betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, fingers fiddling with the drawstring on his hoodie. “Was I… just someone to pass time with until you debuted?”

You rushed to explain — how scared you were of being seen as someone using him, how your company warned you not to get involved romantically before debut, how you’d planned to tell him when the timing felt safer.

“I didn’t want you to see me differently,” you whispered.

“I already saw you,” he said. “The real you. That’s why it hurts.”

Changbin spirals a bit. Not dramatically — but internally. He overthinks, questions every moment, replays your interactions, wondering if there were signs he missed. But despite all the confusion and hurt, he doesn’t give up on you.

He just needs time.

You give him space, unsure if he’ll reach back out — but a few days later, he does. He texts you a selfie of him holding up your debut album, captioned: “I still meant it when I said I liked you. That hasn’t changed.”

When you meet again, the air is gentler. You talk — really talk. He admits his insecurities. You show him your practice clips and share how long you’ve dreamed of this.

From that point on, he becomes your unofficial hype man. He studies your choreo so he can do your fanchants, sneaks your songs into his playlists, and even writes a verse about you for a mixtape — cryptic enough not to be obvious, but personal enough that you know.

His love is loud, even if his pain was quiet. And in the end, he never stops believing in you — or the version of you he fell for long before the lights hit your stage.

Hyunjin (현진)

Being with Hyunjin felt like walking through an art museum — every moment was soaked in feeling, beauty, and subtle intensity. He was affectionate, expressive, and deeply attentive. He'd write little poems for you, draw doodles on your hands when you were bored, and always looked at you like you were a masterpiece.

You adored him for that. And it made keeping your secret even harder.

Your debut had been quietly brewing for over a year, and your company was famously strict. Dating wasn’t just frowned upon — it was a career risk. So you said nothing, afraid to jeopardize your shot or his.

But when your group's debut MV dropped and the internet lit up with reactions, it didn’t take long for Hyunjin to put the pieces together. He knew your mannerisms, your eyes, the tilt of your head. He recognized you instantly.

But what crushed him wasn’t that you were an idol.

It was that he had to find out with the rest of the world.

You found him in his apartment the next evening — music off, curtains drawn, sketchbook open but untouched. He looked up when you entered, his eyes unreadable.

“Why didn’t you trust me with this?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You sat beside him, heart thudding, and told him everything — the fears, the company’s threats, the guilt. You confessed how each day that passed without telling him made it harder to come clean. How you hated yourself for not trusting the person who treated you like you hung the stars.

“I wanted to protect what we had,” you said. “But I ended up hurting you.”

He didn’t respond for a long while. Then, slowly, he handed you his sketchbook.

Inside was a drawing of you — in your debut outfit, mid-performance, surrounded by stage lights. But your eyes in the sketch were sad. Lonely.

“I drew this after I saw the video,” he said. “Because I knew you weren’t celebrating.”

Hyunjin is emotional, yes — but he’s also wise beyond his years. He doesn’t push you away. Instead, he leans into his feelings, into the pain, and finds a way to make art out of it.

He asks for honesty moving forward, no matter how difficult. And you promise.

He becomes your quiet anchor — someone who understands the duality of fame and intimacy. He starts leaving notes in your bag before fanmeets, texts you affirmations after live stages, and watches your content with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

Sometimes, it’s hard — when your names are trending for different reasons, when rumors swirl, when the distance grows. But Hyunjin never stops showing up. He creates playlists titled “For When You’re Tired” and draws little comics of your imaginary life if you were just two art students instead of idols.

And though he found out the truth in a way that broke his heart, he still chooses you — every version of you.

The star version of you.

And the person behind both.

Han (한)

Dating Jisung was like living in a comedy-drama series with the most chaotic yet golden-hearted lead. He was silly, loud, unpredictable — but beneath it all, he had the most fragile heart and softest soul. He constantly sought reassurance and was always the first to make you laugh when things got heavy.

You connected through mutual friends at a casual get-together, and from day one, he made it clear how serious he was about you — in his goofy, offbeat way. You’d always deflected questions about your career by saying you were “training in music production” or “working behind the scenes,” and he never pushed you too hard.

Until your debut hit the internet.

Jisung wasn’t scrolling for gossip. He was looking for new music releases when he saw the thumbnail: your name — your face — and a “Debut MV” tag.

He clicked without thinking. Half-curious. Half-worried.

As the video played and your voice rang through his speakers, reality cracked open.

His first reaction? Shock — mouth open, hands paused in midair, eyes wide.

Then came confusion. And then silence.

When you texted him later that day with a simple: “Can we talk? Please.” — he didn’t answer right away.

Not because he was angry.

Because his brain was moving at 200mph, and his heart was dragging behind.

He met you that night outside the dorms — hoodie on, hands in his pockets, face unreadable.

“You’re an idol?” he asked softly. “All this time?”

You explained everything — the contracts, the NDAs, your fear of losing him. The guilt of holding something so big back.

His lip twitched. “You thought I wouldn’t be okay with it? Or… you didn’t trust me enough to try?”

The pain in his voice wasn’t loud. It was wounded, quiet, like a joke that didn’t land.

“I tell you everything,” he added. “Every stupid fear. Every song lyric I write. Every dream. You’ve heard me at my worst.”

He wasn’t yelling. He was disappointed. And that hurt more than if he had screamed.

Jisung needs time to process. He hides in his music — writes endless lyrics about masks, mirrors, and miscommunication. He makes jokes to his members to downplay how confused he feels, but you can tell it sits heavy on his chest.

Then one night, he calls you — just your name, softly.

“Come to the studio.”

When you arrive, he plays you a demo — raw vocals, stripped beat, lyrics that feel like reading his heart on a page.

“You danced in the dark / while I thought we were in the light / I loved you blind / but now I see in black and white…”

You sit in silence when it ends.

“I wrote it the night I found out,” he says. “But it’s not a goodbye song.”

You exhale shakily. “Then what is it?”

“It’s a ‘try again’ song.”

From then on, he’s different — more open about his fears, but also fiercely protective of your dream. He teases you about “idol mode,” helps you brainstorm stage names, even gives you random awards like “Best Outfit Slay” and “Most Likely to Outshine Me.”

He’s scared, yes. But love — real love — makes him brave enough to stay.

Felix (필릭스)

Dating Felix was like basking in warmth. He had that rare kind of energy — grounding, healing, and gentle. You met during a joint industry charity event, and your connection was instant. He was attentive, deeply curious about you, and always made you feel like the most important person in the room.

But from the start, you knew he was honest to a fault. Felix didn’t play games. He gave love openly, and he expected that same vulnerability in return.

Which is why you feared telling him the truth: that you were on the verge of debuting as an idol, that your company had forbidden any public or even private relationships without disclosure, and that you were falling for him faster than you ever expected.

Felix found out through a mutual friend — accidentally.

Someone sent him a message: “Isn’t this your girlfriend?” with a screenshot of a teaser poster.

Your face. Center of a highly anticipated girl group debut.

He stared at it, brows furrowed, phone shaking in his hand.

He didn’t speak to anyone about it. He waited until he could see you.

When you met up, he didn’t waste time. He held up the image on his phone.

“You’re debuting?” he asked, tone heartbreakingly calm.

You nodded, ready for the storm. But it never came.

He took a step back, swallowing hard. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You fumbled for the words — how you feared jeopardizing your career, how you thought if you waited just a little longer, it would be easier.

“But you let me love you,” he said quietly. “Without the truth.”

The pain wasn’t in his words — it was in his eyes.

Felix isn’t someone who gives up easily. But he also doesn’t let himself be treated like an afterthought. He takes a step back — not to punish you, but to center himself.

He talks to Chan. To his sister. He journaled a lot. He tried to understand whether your secrecy was about mistrust, or fear, or something else entirely.

Eventually, he meets with you again — on a quiet rooftop, where he used to go when the trainee life felt too heavy.

“I’ve had my own secrets too,” he says, staring at the skyline. “But I’ve always believed love needs honesty, or it won’t last.”

You nod, tears in your eyes. “I’m ready to be honest. Now. With everything.”

He looks at you then — really looks. And he smiles.

Not his fan-service smile.

But his smile. The one only people he loves get to see.

“You were always a star,” he says. “I guess now the rest of the world gets to see it too.”

From that point on, Felix becomes your safest place. He watches all your stages, encourages your self-care, and finds clever ways to support you publicly without ever exposing your relationship.

He’s proud of you.

And he reminds you every day: that you can shine in the spotlight and still be held in love — safely, quietly, fiercely — when the lights go down.

Seungmin (승민)

Seungmin wasn’t the type to fall easily, but when he did, it was intentional. You’d met him through a friend who worked in radio, and what started as casual banter turned into long coffee shop dates filled with dry humor and quiet companionship.

He liked that you were grounded. You shared thoughts about music, books, even your frustrations with the entertainment industry. But whenever he asked specifics about your work, you deflected — said you were “support staff,” or “still finding your path.” He respected your privacy. He always did.

That is, until your face showed up unexpectedly on a massive LED screen in Hongdae — part of a pre-debut countdown campaign for a new girl group.

It took him a few seconds to register that it was you.

Wearing stage makeup. In costume. Smiling like the whole world was finally seeing the dream you’d been hiding.

That night, you showed up to his apartment without asking. You knew he’d seen it.

He didn’t yell. That wasn’t Seungmin.

He opened the door, stepped aside, and let you in. The silence wasn’t cold — it was focused. You sat across from him on the couch, bracing yourself.

He finally spoke, voice calm but painfully steady: “How long were you going to keep it from me?”

You tried to explain — the non-disclosure, the risk of rumors, the company’s iron grip on trainee relationships. But as you spoke, he stared down at his hands, barely blinking.

“Do you know how many people I’ve pushed away because I didn’t think they could handle my world?” he asked quietly. “I chose you. And you couldn’t even give me the truth.”

It stung. Not because he was angry — but because he wasn’t. He sounded tired.

You reached out to touch his hand, but he gently pulled it back.

“I just need time to think,” he said. “About whether we’ve both been in the same relationship this whole time.”

Seungmin goes quiet for a few days. Not out of malice, but because he doesn’t do emotional decisions impulsively. He talks to his members. He takes long walks. He listens to music without lyrics — classical, instrumental, film scores — trying to find his own voice in the noise.

Eventually, he texts you: “I want to talk. In person.”

When you meet again, he’s still calm — but different. Not guarded. Resolved.

“I’m not angry that you’re an idol,” he says. “I’m proud. I’ve always known there was something special in you.”

He takes your hand.

“But I need honesty. Even when it’s messy. Even when it might hurt.”

You promise — this time without deflection.

From then on, Seungmin becomes your quiet protector. He won’t show it in grand gestures, but in consistent ones — sending you your favorite coffee before music shows, editing your practice videos with helpful notes, reminding you not to lose yourself in the chaos of fame.

He’s still skeptical sometimes — especially when fans speculate, or when your schedules keep you apart. But his love isn’t loud. It’s reliable.

And when he sees you on stage for the first time, he smiles — not because you’re an idol, but because you’re still you. And that’s who he fell for.

I.N (아이엔)

Jeongin had always been playful, gentle, a little shy in interviews — but in real life, he’d grown into someone confident and self-aware. He laughed easily, cared deeply, and had a surprisingly steady presence beneath the youthful energy.

You met him during a vocal workshop and bonded over late-night convenience store runs and shared Spotify playlists. He admired how humble and grounded you were — never knowing that underneath it all, you were hiding a career just weeks away from exploding.

When your debut came, it wasn’t a slow reveal.

It was a bombshell.

You were the surprise center of a new girl group with a viral pre-debut TikTok campaign. Fancams. Headlines. Trending hashtags.

Jeongin was in the dorm, half-laughing with Han over snacks, when Felix’s phone buzzed.

“Wait — isn’t this Y/N?”

And the room went quiet.

He didn’t text you.

He didn’t call.

Instead, he waited — unsure whether to confront you, or wait for you to explain.

You beat him to it, showing up the next evening with a bag of tteokbokki and a soft apology.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

His smile was polite, but distant.

“I guess I never really knew you, huh?” he said, softly.

That broke your heart more than yelling would’ve.

“I didn’t lie,” you said. “I just… hid. Because I thought if you saw the whole picture, you’d treat me like a brand, not a person.”

His expression softened, but he looked down at his hands.

“I didn’t fall for a brand,” he whispered. “I fell for someone who laughed at my dumb jokes, who sang off-key with me at karaoke, who looked me in the eye like I mattered.”

You blinked back tears.

“And you still matter,” you said. “More than any debut. More than any stage.”

Jeongin surprises you.

He’s more mature than people give him credit for. After a few days of reflection, he comes to you — with questions, yes, but also with his heart open.

He asks about your training. About your fears. About your dreams — not your image.

Once he understands it wasn’t about deceit, but about survival, he forgives you. Fully.

And from that moment on, he becomes your safe place. He checks in before every big performance. Sends you goofy voice notes to cheer you up. Hypes you up anonymously online with burner accounts. Leaves little gifts in your locker when your schedules cross paths.

But he also keeps you accountable.

“When we’re together,” he says, “it’s not idol to idol. It’s just you and me. Real. No masks.”

He doesn’t treat you like glass. He treats you like a partner. Equal. Respected.

And when he watches you on stage, he claps the loudest — not because he’s watching an idol rise.

But because he’s watching his person do what they were born to do.

[bodhiscurls]

what happens in vegas stays in vegas. ( robert 'bob' floyd )

this isn't the way i would've done it- i would've wanted to remember this moment forever. robert 'bob' floyd and you have always harboured feelings for each other, hidden in hotel rooms, stolen glances and secret kisses shared across the base. except one night in vegas celebrating the end of a gruelling mission finds you and bob waking up the next day unsure of how you made it to his room, the remenants of tequila pounding in your head and a rock the size of san diego on your ring finger. and what scares him the most is just how is he going to explain this to your brother.

pairing: bob floyd x fem! bradshaw reader (no use of yn, rooster's little sister)

themes: fluff, angst, rooster being an angry over-protective brother. surprise marriage. drinking, slight grief more of rememberance, swearing.

your call sign: claws. (bob's nickname for you is kitten)

the first thing bob notices that he's very noticeably naked.

he furrows his brows, the chill of the morning air tickling his bare skin and then he feels the heat. you're so warm under him he thinks as you're tucked under his bare chest- his body blanketing you from the breeze that carresses his back.

it's not an usual or rare sight for you and bob to end up in tangled limbs and love. he's had a thing for you since he started his naval training and all the way till now present day: two days after they've successfully finished the most dangerous flight he's taken in his life. you weren't selected for the mission- ending up in the standby jets alongside jake seresin where you two acted as spare daggers. you didn't complete the mission but you and jake both saved rooster and maverick's life that day and will always be remembered as the real heroes for it.

instead the two of you loved in silence, in long gazes across briefing rooms and whispered murmurs across radio comms. it evolved more into booking hotel rooms out of radius from the base, spending half your live in bob's apartment and the other wishing you were anyone other than your last name; if that's what it would mean for the two of you to be together all the time.

your brother- bradley to you, naval officer 'rooster' to bob. the scary six footer who holds quiet determination and leadership, who is a damn good pilot and maybe he doesn't mean to intimidate bob at any chance but he does. bob decided its best to avoid rooster where possible as any time he steals a glance all he can see is your face, hear your voice and he blushes a crimson red- the guilt displayed all over his face.

it feels like betraying a friend- but bob would do anything to be with you in whatever little slices and forms you'd have him.

like now, as you lie fast asleep below him almost hidden from the world and bob positively melts knowing its only him who gets to see this relaxed, undone, free version of you.

there's a crease between your brows as you snore lightly, the morning light streaking across your skin as your mouth parts open slightly. he watches the gentle rise and fall of your also very naked chest and feels himself relax completely.

"robbie?" you stir, scrunching your eyes tightly before opening them, as if to stamp out the fatigue from your body. you stretch you arms and legs as far as you can extend them before bringing your limbs closer inwards, wrapping them around his body to draw him closer. he feels the shiver when his cool body presses into your warm one but you show no inclination of letting go any time soon. your movements are almost feline and he grins thinking of the moment he gave you your call sign. as cute as a cat, but god do you have the claws to strike at any time.

your face is burrowed into the crook of his neck, listening carefully to his pulse point and he knows he's lost you again to a slumber so peaceful.

until the knocks come.

or bangs rather.

three pounds of fist rattling the door, shaking it from its frame fill the air and bob stills. you however, have not shifted from your drifting trance underneath him and he curses himself for how he's going to have to untangle himself from you.

"robbie?" you murmur as you feel him begin to pull away.

"good morning," he whispers into your skin, planting a soft kiss to your brows then to your nose and down to the centre of your lips. he can feel you smile against him, "i'm going to be right back ok?"

you whine reluctantly and he hushes you with another kiss before you sigh and let him take back his limbs. though your weighted human blanket is greatly missed as he slides on some boxers most likely from last night and then a pair of shorts.

"floyd are you in there?" comes a loud rumble accompanied by some more thundering at the door and bob absolutely freezes. he hasn't even got his shorts on as his blood runs cold as his legs bolt back to the bedroom where you're currently blissfully unaware of the chaos that will soon follow.

"oh kitten, you have to get up, please please please" his voice is urgent, low but still cautious of its volume as you begin to wake up slowly.

"i don't really want to," comes your muffled response, coccooned up in the sheets.

"i know, but this is serious. you really gotta get up," and the desperation in his voice alerts your body in a delayed reaction, but its there.

"love?" you blink slowly and bob has to remind himself that now is not the time to start drooling over how gorgeous you are freshfaced in bed.

"your brother," he heaves, out of breath in anxiety and panic, "is at the door." you feel your own heart stop and you bite your lip.

"oh my god," you sit up frantically and whisper, the consequences of last night's tequila instantly rush to your head and you clutch at the growing headache in desperation.

"baby?" he stills, "what the fuck is that?" and his heart rips open in two, rising through his system and into his mouth where the words just can't get themselves out.

your own brows furrow in confusion until you feel the weight of a humungous rock wrapped around your ring finger, "holy shit," and the tears start to well in your glistening eyes. "robbie?" and he hates himself for how your voice starts to wobble in worry. "robbie does this mean we?," your voice trails off as you repeat a frequent "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," as if saying it again and again will make this all disappear.

"hey," he breathes as the pounding on the door thunders even louder, "we'll figure this out okay, trust me on this," and he presses a comforting kiss to your forehead. you lean in to his embrace for a milisecond before he presses a finger to your lips and heads back into the entry way.

"okay bob, just," he takes a final look in the mirror and realises he still has no pants on, before wiggling his legs into his shorts and reaches for the handle, "just be cool."

"what the fuck, bob?" comes jake seresin's southern drawl instantly. bob hadn't even seen the complete view of his face before being met with fury.

"gentleman," he clears his throat and nods to each of them, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. just be cool, bob. you are cool, bob, his brain reprimands. just be what you are-

"where were you? we rang you a million times," rooster asks, as calm and collected as bob wishes he could only just scratch the surface or that kind of demeanour.

"drank too much, slept too much," he tries to shrug off with indifference and rooster quirks a brow, instantly picking up on the subtle shift in bob's behaviour.

"did you now?" he slowly repeats, like he's testing how bob's words feel and he doesn't like it.

"yup," bob's answer comes too quickly, lazily put and he has to force his facial muscles to smile softly and not wince. married your sister too, the cheeky devil on his shoulder grins and he can feel his heart thud so rapidly against his chest it'll be seconds until it escapes free.

he thinks he's off the hook. jake's already beginning to walk away but bradley is firmly planted at his door. "you seen my sister anywhere?" he asks, voice suddenly jumping down an octave. and bob's eyes widen ever so slightly, praying rooster- one of the navy's most finest and skilled hasn't noticed.

"nope," he leans against the door casually, the door itself creaks open just a little further, "you uh, you tried calling?" he places a facade of concern on his lips, curling softly as he clicks his tongue, trying to remember if he has seen you some place other than his bed.

"yeah," rooster breathes through a level intake of air. he sticks a tongue in his cheek in thought, cocking his head to the side and bob offers his prayers to god intently. "she hasn't been picking up, like you." the last two words hit the wind out of bob and he mutters out a "sorry, i'll have a look around- keep you updated" before shutting the door in roosters face hurriedly.

"fuck!" he whisper- yells, dread filling him whole and drowning him from the inside. you're awake now, standing before him wrapped in the sheets with a matching frown on your lips. he wants to hug you, hold you and protect you more than anything and just when he thinks a tiny part of the worst of it is over, the thundering starts all over again.

"bob!" rooster calls out from the other side of the door and he knows there's no way to run from this. you reach out to hold his hand and give it a squeeze.

"whatever comes, we will make it through," you swear earnestly and bob swallows with a tight nod. he paces slowly back to the door, pulling it open a few inches but rooster's got his heavy hand on it, opening it further.

"those," he points with a menacing brow, "are her shoes," and lo and behold- you sparkly silver heels you use for dancing and stealing bob's attention are thrown across bob's hotel room floor and you curse yourself for your extravangant taste.

"bob, have you had my fucking sister in there?" he growls and jake seresin instantly has to hold back his friend's arm in desperation.

"no rooster," hangman adds unhelpfully, "i think you mean he's fucking your sister in there," the grin plastered on his face is undeniable and in a fresh new wave of anger, he pushes jake off of him and goes straight for bob until your voice stops him straight in his tracks

"hi brad," you whisper, waving meekly and its the wrong move because bradley bradshaw pulls back in shock, like you've slapped him across the face and he recoils in the shame and pain.

"and look what the cat has dragged in," comes a familiar laugh you've grown to love.

"hi, jakey," you shyly whisper in reply, not taking your eyes off your brother for even a moment, trying to decipher the weight of his stare until you feel it at your finger.

the drawl of "hi, little chicken," is hushed to the back as bradley's voice booms through the air, shaking the walls with a vibration of steel.

"what the fuck is that?" and his eyes bulge as big as the diamond. it's the second time you've had that question thrown at you and the confrontation of it makes you want to cry. bob is instantly at your side, infront of you and you press your forehead to the curve in his bare back that instantly melts at your touch. you're hiding and he hates it- he decides that he's not as big and built as either rooster or hangman- he most likely couldn't take them in a fight but he'd certainly die trying.

oh he's definitely going to die.

"i," rooster breathes raggedly, chest heaving in borderline hyperventilation- you're worried he's going to have a heart attack, "am going to kill you" and he lunges for bob, bob stands there ready and bracing hoping you'll see this act as honourable but jake seresin the saviour comes between you all once again, holding off rooster to give bob enough time to choose his last words.

"okay okay enough," hangman gets out. "rooster, snap out of it, you giant baby and the two of you," he raises a brow, "put some damn clothes on and meet us in the restaurant for breakfast. you have five minutes."

his words are crystal clear and rooster leaves the room with a grunt and a final lethal stare directed straight to your husband.

your husband.

heat pools in your stomach and you feel faint as the door slams behind the two aviators leaving the thick air behind.

"robbie?" your voice wobbles and he strokes your arm gently in reassurance before wrapping you in a tight hug as if it might be the last time. "you don't regret this do you?" your voice comes tiny.

"no, sweetness," he promises as he presses his nose against yours, "this isn't the way i would've done it, i would've wanted to remember every single moment of it- but i don't regret the fact that drunk bob had more courage than sober bob," he lets out.

you lean up to him to find earnest swinning in those chocolate eyes and sigh, "i love all the versions of you you'll let me have," and he squeezes you in his embrace.

now he just has to make it past tomorrow to find out a way to redeem himself and actually propose in a way you'll remember for the rest of your lives.

....

its three on three in an interrogation chamber known as the breakfast buffet.

fanboy sits in the middle of you and bob; sleep slowing his body down as he fights the fatigue to sit up straighter, feeling the weight of bradley's stare on him. you wanted to sit next to bob but the twitch in bradley's eyes and the soft shake of jake's head told you to take the futher seat away from your lover.

bob casts you a glance of reassurance as his eyes track your fingers that fumble and twist the ring backwards and forwards in nervousness and he wants nothing more to reach out and hold them tight.

"no," bradley shakes his head, "you two are not looking at each other"

"bradley," you lower your voice in desperation. but he spares you not an ounce of attention, focusing it all razor sharp on fanboy in the middle of you three.

"you officiated the wedding?" rooster shouts, "are you fucking insane?" and natasha shoots him a deathly look, aware of the amount of people also making use of the unlimited amounts of pastry and coffee.

fanboy can feel the sweat trickle down his brows and shrugs when he can't find the words, "you know how i get with tequila!" he cries out, "i don't even know what day it is!" and he can feel rooster growl.

"bradley," you call out again and instantly he shoots you down, focusing on bob and fanboy at your sides and this is how its been your whole life. as much as you love your brother and he loves you, he's always been dismissive of your opinions and actions- you'll always be the younger little sister who doesn't touch him close.

"this is what we're going to do," he breathes out a level responsible answer and bob interrupts him bravely.

"rooster, she's got something to say, let's hear her out" he gets out, unflinching to bradley's stare.

"i'm not hearing anyone out, the two of you are going to get this marriage nullified and we are going to fucking go back home where-"

"no," you pause his rant softly, your voice gentle as it holds the weight of your decision- this is your future he's disregarding as a chore- a pit stop in his plans and you hate it. he pauses though however, the stop slicing through the air with a cutting edge.

"no?" he recoils in a shout, "i'm sorry, you think you have a say in this? you got married! drunk! in vegas!" each exclamation reeks of exasperation and jake furrows his brows.

"what would dad say about this?" and the whole table stills in shock.

you however, don't even move a muscle, just a slow blink your brother.

"rooster don't be such a dick," bob scoffs to break the ice and jake murmurs in agreement- "i don't like your tone with her," nodding to himself and at you in support and you smile.

"oh shut up," he rolls his eyes, "i am not talking to you, i'm talking to her," and before bob can start again you reach out gingerly to place a hand on his shoulder to let him know its all going to be okay.

"no brad, you're talking at me, not to me," the words that leave your anxious bitten lips are not loud or strained but heavy with the notion of this talk being a long time coming to face your brother. "i'm not nullifying anything, this is my life and my decisions. i'm going to be married to bob as long as he lets me love him," you look over and smile sadly.

"till i die," he swears firmly, "and every life after that."

rooster opens his mouth again but you hold you hand up as a truce, a silent plead for him to let you finish. "i've known bob for years, loved him for longer than we've been together and this is all i've ever wanted. yes, it's wrong to sneak behind your back but can you blame me? knowing this would be how you'd react? i've followed you my whole life bradley, i might not be smarter than you or as quick as you but i'm also a damn good pilot and two days ago? i saved your life," you breathe.

"and here you are hell bent on ruining mine," the confession is thundering as rooster lowers his eyes to his lap hearing it fall from your lips. "i don't know what dad would think, you got to love him for whatever little time you had but i didn't even get that- i didn't know him at all so forgive me if i don't really care much because i know deep down if he's anything like mom- as passionate, kind and loving then i know he'd look at bob and i and see what he saw in her. i love him, rooster" you can't stop the words from rushing out. "i love him so much that i can't imagine my life without him. he's sweet and caring and has never asked too much from me even though i'd give him the world- he's my universe and i don't think i could ever love anyone but him, it's scary. i've married him bradley and i'm going to stick by him for the rest of my life. if you can't support me on this, then you're not the brother i thought you were nor one that i can call my own," you stand tiredly, clutching the table slowly to give you some more support and then wrap the hoodie a little tighter around you for warmth.

you walk away from the table and head in the direction of the hotel rooms again- your breakfast untouched. and the table looks at rooster disappointedly, he doesn't meet any of their eyes however until bob speaks.

"she has no middle name, her favourite colour is yellow like the sun, she loves coffee and is slowly trying to get the hang of matcha. she sleeps in on her days off and loves to read books that are too quick-moving for me. she doesn't watch tv much but uses it mainly as background noise. she does yoga not to keep in shape but to give her some breathing space and meditation. she cooks lasagne because it's my favourite meal and even eats it even though i know she doesn't like how heavy it feels but she does it anyways. when she's angry, she flies more rolls than usual and a little choppier than usual. when she's had a good day she celebrates with a bath and a sweet treat. she doesn't know what to ask for sometimes and that's okay i've waited years for her and i'll hold this patience for the rest of my life. i love her rooster, i love her when she cries and tries to hide her sadness in fears shes burdening everyone, i love her when she tries not to laugh so loud to not draw attention to her and i love her even when she doesn't feel like she has much to give me," his rambles get choppier, each breath landing and conveying all the feelings he's hidden from your family. "i know she loves you rooster, you're all she has left and she cares about your opinion more than anything- so much that she lets you speak to her like she doesn't even matter and it bothers me so fucking much," he fumes.

"she loves you rooster," he stands, taking your plate with him hoping that you'll at least get something in your system to numb the sad feelings of today. "and she'll forgive you because thats just what she does, but this? i'll always remember how you've made her feel today," and with that he leaves.

jake lets out a low whistle, wincing at bob's departure and patting bradley's back before following his lead. rooster sits at the table, natasha at his side who picks at his breakfast, and lets him mellow in his regret.

"you know rooster, you're a lot like maverick than you think," she hums softly, "and you need to fix this."

"and how do i do that?"

"i think you already know the answer to that, bud."

he nods in agreement, before pushing his chair abruptly across the floor with a hard scrape and heading off in the direction of where all his friends have left before.

...

you spot maverick on your way back to the hotel room, he's walking opposite to you and you assume he's on his way to get some fuel in before he starts the day.

"hey honey," he calls out with a smile that you return though you can feel your heart cracking at the edges. "you okay?" he detects in an instant. you swallow the phlegm gathering in your throat, the thick emotion that causes you to exhale longer than usual and nod tightly.

"i got married," you lift your hand to show him the rock, a weak smile straining your features.

"congratulations, honey!" he exclaims and wraps you in a firm fatherly hug. you relax in his hold and slowly begin to break down. the tears you've been holding in since rooster sat you down like a child infront of all your joined friends, embarrassing you infront of your own damn husband stream your cheeks, wetting his shirt in little droplets. he pulls back, using the pads of his thumb to wipe away the stray tears falling in an instant.

if goose was here today, this is what he would've done, maverick thinks and boy does he long for his old friend who would've loved to see his daughter grown up- especially how proud he'd be of who you've become. and even if he was still here, pete would still be here for always.

"you're not happy with bob?" he questions, holding you.

"god, no!" you exclaim dramatically, "its not him- i mean it is him, and i couldn't be happier to be with him its just rooster doesn't approve," you bite your lip carefully. "he doesn't seem to approve of anything i do."

maverick lets a groan leave his lips before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and waist to lead you back to the buffet room. he fights your tired "i'm not really hungry, uncle pete," with a gentle, "you'll let an old man eat by himself??" within seconds.

as he spreads a thin layer of raspberry jam on some toast and then puts it into your plate despite your protests because he knows its your favourite, always has been and waits until youve taken a bite before he carefully picks his words.

"you think dad would've been disappointed in me?" you ask, licking the sweet conserve off your lips and fingers. youre a messy eater, reminding him so much of nick that it brings a smile and easy chuckle.

"i think he would've laughed at the fact that you and bob waited longer than him and carole," pete reassures you. "the thing with goose is, there never was a right moment- it was always a here and now thing and as long as you're happy kid then that's all that matters."

"rooster doesn't think so, he thinks dad wouldve hated me."

"nick would've thought bradley's head was too big for his body and that moustache is only something nick bradshaw could make work," he grimaces, "makes him look older than his dad." and you fight a laugh.

"he'll get over it," pete promises.

"he was really disrespectful to bob. i can handle him, but to insult bob? when he's been nothing but the best to me?" you shudder, and take another bite of toast.

"your brother is headstrong, i'm not making any excuses for him but he has a hard time of showing his love. what he did was unacceptable but i think more than anything he just wants to protect you."

"i know uncle pete, i just- he was mean," you stress and feel the tears come again, lightly dabbing at them with your fingers.

"give it some time, let him wallow, and besides. maybe he knows he needs to get a move on being the last single bradshaw and all," pete grins and you reach across the table to pat his hand.

"when your dad met your mother it's like his whole trajectory changed- he was still goose but he finally had a whole person he could give all this love to. your mother made him smile and laugh the loudest i've ever heard, i mean half of the world could've probably heard him. she also made him cry and sob in my car during the hard times but one thing about him and carole was that their kind of love- it's worth everything, kid," he tells the story of your parents and you soften at the reminisce. "when your dad came to me and said he'd met the love of his life, i laughed it off- i told him we're navy boys but then when i stopped laughing and saw the look in his eyes- that same fierce determination i can see in yours? nothing else mattered, it still doesn't."

"i think," you begin slowly, "that maybe they've found their way back to each other in heaven," and pete pauses, exhaling the breath he didn't even know was trapped into his chest.

"they definitely have kid," he whispers. "i don't think they ever really left each other, it just became a waiting game of who would come home first and now? they have forever waiting for them."

tears escape both your eyes and then you look over at each other with the same expressions and laugh, the emotion still thick in your voices.

"thanks, uncle pete. i needed this."

"anytime kid, it's what your dad would've done," he smiles.

you two continue to eat in silence before pete delves into more stories of carole and nick, ones you've never had the privilege of hearing yourself and you soften.

you know you and bob are capable of a marriage and love like theirs but your relationship is so unqiuely yours too that there's no way without a doubt you'd walk away from this marriage.

...

you spot bob sitting on the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he waits and watches the door eagerly. then, as he spots you safe in his line of vision, the ropes holding him tight loosen and he feels his whole body relax- the reaction his soul has tethered to yours pumping in his heart in an instant.

"hey, kitten," he greets, meeting you halfway. he instantly wraps you into a comforting hug and sways the two of you back and forth. you imagine ocean waves in your mind as you tilt side to side, peace and serenity filling your body. with this weight of secrecy of your shoulders, it feels less like drowning and more like sailing.

"you had something to eat?" he asks softly into your hair, "i brought your plate up in case," and you want to tear up at how sweet he is.

"i caught a bite with mav," you stick a tongue through your cheek in thought before reaching up with a free hand and raking it through his hair, tugging at the spots you know he loves and he leans into your touch, "i'm sorry about bradley," you wince and he shakes his head immediately in understanding.

"you have nothing to apologise for; rooster will be rooster i guess," he shrugs and a sigh leaves you.

"but it shouldn't have to be like that. he spoke about you like you were just a bad decision, something i'd grow out of like you didn't matter," you meet his gaze and drown in those honey eyes, "you're my person, bob. you're it for me."

he laughs, eyes crinkling in a gorgeous radiant smile of bliss, "i should hope so considering we're married now." and you return the smile a million times brighter, hand now coming to cup his jaw and carress his cheek gently with you fingers.

"i'd do it again if you wanted to," you whisper into the distance between you.

"what?" he pulls back ever so slowly.

"a ceremony, a whole wedding- white dress, if you wanted to. i'd do it again."

"you'd marry me?"

"i mean what's one more time, huh," you laugh and he pinches your side, playfully.

"be serious, you'd do that for me?"

"i'd do anything for you, robbie. you just have to ask."

"should i get down on one knee?"

"i mean, you don't have- oh okay, we're really doing this," as he bends one knee into the floor and then freezes. you catch up to his delayed thought process instantly, "shit, you'd probably need this back," and you slide the ring off your finger and back into his warm hands. he holds it up to you like a trophy, a soft glint blinding in his eyes.

"you wanna marry me, kitten?"

"i don't think that's exactly how the question goes but yes, yes, yes, more than anything, bobby," and he slides the ring on with such ease before you're jumping straight into his arms in a messy, exciting barrel. hes lifting you to the air with his hands at your waist and yours at his shoulders. laughter fills the hotel room and you feel his lips at your neck and then at your face hovering over you again and again.

this is what it mustve felt like last night, you muse, giggling over and over, savouring the sweetness of this moment till the last drop.

bradley bradshaw stands outside the door after having heard the whole encounter and softens, regret and guilt filling his entire heart till it weighs his soul down completely. his hand raised for a knock drops down to his side, thinking that this intimate moment shouldn't be disturbed just yet. he turns to walk away and head back to his own room with quiet resolve and an apology at the tip of his tongue.

there's two things he knows for sure: one, that he's royally fucked things up and needs to fix things before you leave vegas and two, bob floyd is probably the best thing to happen to your family ever in existence.

...

"do i look okay?" comes your hurried question as you stand outside the garden door.

bradley stares down at you fondly, nothing but adoration in his eyes as he twirls a lock of your hair behind your ear- the rogue tendril falling from your updo and he smiles.

"beautiful is not even the word for you," he breathes and you beam pure radiant sunshine at him. he bites his lip gently, trying to hold back the tears and clears his throat.

"oh no brad, you said you wouldn't cry," you panic, dropping the bouquet to the side, hands finding his shoulders shaking him gently, "pull yourself together, aviator or i'll start crying too!"

his chest heaves as it demands air, "i'm trying!" he cries, using his free hands to waft and dry the tears escaping from his eyes, "don't you dare start!" the order heavy with desperation.

"jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you two?" maverick is there, eyes flickering between the two of you like you're wild animals and he's unsure of how to approach.

"he started it!" you shout, fingers finding the waterline of your eyes and patting them dry.

"did not!" he barks back childishly and pete rolls his eyes.

"get a hold of yourself, soldiers," and the two of you straighten yourselves up. he walks over, hands you back your wedding arrangement before turning to rooster. he straightens bradley's baby blue tie- identical to his, before standing at your right side, interlocking your arms. rooster takes the side at your left, clearing his throat and failing to appear sharper.

"goose would've never let you guys live that down," maverick mutters to the two of you before the door of the manor you and bob had rented out opens.

"i wish they both could've seen this," rooster whispers to the gentle spring breeze and you pat the arm you're wrapped around comfortingly.

"me too, but i have the both of you and that's more than enough for me."

"you ready for this?" maverick asks and you nod tightly, more sure of this than anything.

"then lead the way mrs floyd," bradley grins and the three of you walk to where you find jake seresin's wolf whistle and robert bob floyd's nervous smile and heart that promises to hold yours for an eternity and then some more.

they do say what happens in vegas stays in vegas; but the story of your and bob's relationship is something that is carried out from the drunken air all the way to your friends and family and hopefully, you'll be alive long enough to tell this story to your children too.

you hope they'll have his gentle smile, kind heart and chocolate eyes that have never loved you anything short of what you deserve.

note: AAAA FIRST BOB FIC HOW DO WE FEEL !!!! i love this & had so much fun writing this. i'd love to do an actual wedding wedding scene or maybe like a flashback as to how i think their vegas wedding went separately- let me know if you'd like to see it!!! hope you enjoy and as always let me know what you think of it because i love me some lewis pullman (doesnt everyone??)

[killa-cookie]

Temperance . The 6th

Beasts x Beast ! Reader

Cussing , Violent themes

Edited because I made spelling mistakes.

✦ "Have you ever heard of the 6th beast, the greatest of the beasts, the one who made balance, the one who kept those in a straight line to the most purest of futures... TEMPERANCE

- Their self-disciplined behavior kept every cookie in their place, even when the other uncorrupted beasts had gone out of control. Legend states that they had resisted corruption due to their self controled and balanced nature, and is now somewhere, resting on earthbread.

- The witches had begged Temperance to go out and fight for the nation, but Temperance refused. The nation did need their own consequences to their arrogant actions. No matter how much they tried, Temperance never budged.

- Temperance once did try to fight off the corruption of the beasts. But inevitably failed due to being outnumbered, they had barely escaped the temptations. "

" Waiitt— so Temperance could be anywhere on earthbread right now!? "

–Gingerbrave interrupted Pure Vanilla's story, only to be met with a glare from wizard cookie.

——— THE DAY OF CALAMITY

Terror was everywhere, fires spreading all out, screeches of pain. Your environment was surrounded by calamity and...unbalance.

You were weakened, your dough crumbling by the second. And worst of all, your comrades have fallen into corruption, into sin. You were also— outnumbered.

" Cmon softiieeee just join us, give in to temptationnnn—" Shadow Milk hummed at your pathetic state.

" plus— We would LOVEEE to have you here!!"

"NEVER WILL I GIVE INTO— *cough SIN. "

You practically yelled at Shadow— no..Blueberry Milk, he was taken aback to be honest. You had never yelled at them like that, more importantly him.

"Friend, it is best to join us rather than resist."

Mystic flour cookie spoke softly, her head tilted down your crouched figure.

" You're already crumbling— HAHA! I don't think you would want us to turn you into ashes now, sweets? "

These weren't your friends anymore, they were BEASTS.

`I have no choice. ` you thought, your breath hitching as all of those beasts stared down at you.

` this is my last resort. `

With all of the power you had harnessed from them being distracted by your position on the ground, a gust of strong wind surrounded you like a shield.

"AGH WHAT THE FUCK—" burning spice screeched as his eyes were shut closed with leaves that surrounded the wind, gaining some laughter from Shadow milk.

" ...... " Silent salt watches as the huge gusts of wind carried even trees around it.

BANG

The shield then exploded with all that harnessed wind, pushing the beasts back. You were gone, no trace of you left.

"They... Escaped? " Eternal sugar cookie muttered in surprise, but she expected as much from the virtue of Temperance.

" Well, as much as I am angered by their escape... I feel glad that they are at least alive. "

Mystic flour proclaimed, she didn't want you to turn into crumbs yet.

"Well chop chop comrades! We must find them."

Shadow milk hovered off the ground, a grin of excitement across his face.

"Agreed." —all the other beasts spoke in agreement.

- but before they could even begin searching, the witches had punished them greatly for bringing mass destruction, and possibly almost crumbling one of their greatest creations.

- but The Virtue Of Temperance could be anywhere right now, and to be honest... It would be my greatest honor to meet them in person

—

"Wait- they could be anywhere right now!? Even in front of us!? "

"Now gingerbrave, that's a possibility but still silly. There's no chance that they're with us right now, no one here could even be THE virtue of Temperance. Right ______? "

You stared at them both in silence, Pure Vanilla's staff looking at you eagerly.

"Right..... ______? " Wizard cookie repeated, but more in an astonished tone. He did find it weird that you were always fully cloaked, never showing your face. Kind of like Healer cookie when he was actually pure... Vanilla..

"....." You only let out a hum, sweating and shaking a little. Clearly nervous...

"_______? Do you have something to... Tell us? "

"Well.... About that... " you lifted up your cloak a bit, revealing your soul jam that was found in the crook of your neck. ( kind of like shadow milks but a little on the side. )

"N-NO WAY!"

[ivymarquis]

The Neighbor

Hello friends I fucked off for a month but I’m back and I bring Price smut as an apology for my absence. @sky-is-the-limit’s “Im here to do what your boyfriend cant” prompt has lived in my brain rent free ecer since I read it and while I didn’t follow it verbatim, I did keep in spirit with the theme :)

Also womp I was gone for the Price challenge by @glitterypirateduck but this actually checks off a couple of the prompt options (first time being intimate, a confession/secret is discovered/revealed) so I’m submitting it.

There are a lot of tags. Make sure you read them.

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 4.8k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Accidental voyuerism by virtue of living in an apartment, the reader has a dogshit boyfriend at the beginning of the fic (there is no cheating), slut shaming (from the dogshit boyfriend), these two idiots are down bad for each other, sex toys, oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, gratuitous squirting because I’m me, not really heavy on BDSM elements but mentions of the following: bondage/restraints (John uses his hands, nothing crazy), something akin to subspace from how good the nut is, aftercare, John is a prick to the now-ex, very brief angst due to a quick misunderstanding, very vaguely implied somnophilia, rampant abuse of italics. Lemme know if I missed anything.

His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.

She’s a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isn’t that disagreeable of a neighbor.

He just has one problem with her (not even her, really) that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasn’t in the picture at all.

And no John most assuredly hasn’t had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. He’s grown and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.

But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

He catches bits and pieces through the walls. The boyfriend is not attentive, caring, or sweet to her. She is treated as a guest in her own home, and twice he’s heard bellowing shouts that had Price at the door with his fist banging against it- both to shut him up and make it exceptionally well known that if the boyfriend thinks intimidating a woman is going to fly, that Price will not hesitate to kick the door in.

The most appalling part of it all is that John has a front row seat to just how atrocious he is in bed.

For the life of him John does not understand. It’s not even like the lad’s a good lay.

He’s heard many stories of women tolerating absolutely atrocious behavior from the muppets they were with because he knew how to make them see stars.

That is exceptionally not the case here. And John is rapidly finding his patience wearing thin at continually being subjugated to his pathetic performance.

So what the hell is it about the boyfriend that keeps his neighbor so enamored with him?

John stares at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan turn as he tries to tune out the thumping of the headboard against the wall.

He thinks that if the man was just a bad lay and completely incapable of getting her anywhere, that would be one thing and John would continue to be frustrated but ultimately understand. But it’s the way he seems to actively ruin it anytime she has the audacity to enjoy having sex with him that truly grates on John’s nerves.

It’s not often, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. The thumping of the headboard is accompanied by her sweet voice moaning lowly in short staccato notes as the boyfriend appears to finally be doing something right.

The thumping comes to a halt, and John groans in frustration.

“Why’d you stop?” He can hear his pretty neighbor lament through the thin walls.

“Why the fuck are you being so loud? Trying to give the neighbor a show?”

John squints his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The fucking muppet can’t do anything right.

If the neighbor was his, John wouldn’t give a fuck who heard. Let all the neighbors know that he could fuck the sense clear out of her pretty little head. John could show the muppet what loud is.

“No! I’m not trying to do anything- it just felt good,” she defends herself.

“Well, be quieter about it, no one needs to hear that. You sound like a whore,” the muppet snaps at her irritably, and John is nearly at his fucking limit when the god damn headboard starts to thump against the wall again.

“Get out.”

Oh.

John is impressed- pleasure and pride coursing through him as his sweet neighbor stands up for herself rather than letting that ungrateful swine continue to berate her.

Good fucking girl.

“What did you just say?” The thumping stops.

“You don’t get to call me names. Get off of me and get out.”

For all his sins, it seems even the muppet has a line he’s not willing to cross.

There’s a shifting as he presumably pulls out and gets off the bed- the words are muffled but the tone is clear. The muppet isn’t above laying into her verbally though consent is (smartly) a line he won’t toe.

And good thinking on his part- John would probably tear through the drywall and turn him into a chew toy had that conversation gone in any other direction.

The door slams loudly, announcing the boyfriend’s departure.

John can’t help but keep his attention on his neighbor to see what her reaction is going to be. It is taking every ounce of self control he has to not follow the boyfriend and wring his neck in the parking lot.

There’s no conventional guide for how to address this situation with your neighbor. ‘Hello, I’ve fancied you for quite some time and that ungrateful prick somehow swept you up before I got the nerve to ask you out. I've had to hear you have the most lackluster sex ever for the past several months, and equal parts want to check in on how you’re doing emotionally after his latest stunt, and also want to bend you over and pin you to the mattress until you’re squealing. May I come in?’

He can’t say he is too surprised to hear things slamming about in the apartment- his pretty neighbor sounding more pissed off than upset, catching snippets of “Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to me like that” and “Motherfucker couldn’t find my clit with a map and a headlamp but can find the audacity to call me names-”

Okay, John has to fight back the urge to laugh at that last one lest she hear him. She’s quite the viper when (finally) provoked, and it just endears her more to him.

She doesn’t appear particularly distraught, the slamming and huffing and muttering concluding with her tossing herself on the bed.

It’s a very common occurrence that after the neighbor’s rendezvous with her lazy boyfriend, John is treated to a show where she finishes herself off with her toys.

The boyfriend, like many inadequate men, is threatened by them and John has heard the snide remarks.

Hilarious, he finds it, that a man incapable of getting her off is so adamant that she gets rid of them.

She hasn’t listened, clearly, as the low sound of her vibrator can be heard through the wall.

John is soon graced with the sound of her panting moans. His cock stiffens in interest at her voice, which is a frequent occurrence. She makes such pretty noises, mewling and whimpering as she works herself up.

Tonight is a whirlwind of emotions for his pretty neighbor, and at the end of the day her no-good boyfriend left her high and dry.

John will gladly enjoy the consequences of the boyfriend’s actions, one hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke in time with her whines.

What he wouldn’t give for a chance to make her see stars. He’d be so good to her.

The reality of his job makes dating a logistical nightmare, part of what stayed his hand for so long.

He’s not blind. His neighbor is kind and sweet with a killer smile and wandering eyes. He’s caught her more than once ogling him when he’s returned home in uniform, or more nondescript tactical clothing.

Feeling her gaze on him always makes him puff up with pride, enjoying holding her attention no matter how fleeting. If he takes his time after a run and makes a point to pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his brow where she can see it, that’s his business.

So John thinks he’s dreaming when he hears that lovely voice whimper his name from the other side of the wall.

He stiffens, quietly waiting to see if he hears it again.

“John- Oh, fuck- please,” is all he needs to hear before he’s well and truly lost any semblance of patience.

Only having the presence of mind to dress himself enough to not warrant any errant looks from the other neighbors, he is at her door in a second.

It’s only after he knocks that he realizes he may well have killed whatever momentum she’s built for herself- given her muttering as she approaches the door- but he fully intends to make up for the stolen release.

She opens the door without looking through the peephole, obviously expecting it to be the ex based on the vitriol poised to spill at John’s chest, approximately eye level with where the (hopefully ex) boyfriend would be.

Once again he has to stifle a laugh, finding her a comical vision when the anger on her face melts away as her eyes flick up to his face with the realization that it is him at the door and not the object of her ire.

“What are you doing here, John?” Christ, he’s always been a sucker for pretty doe eyes. If he held even an ounce less of restraint he’d be mounting her right here for everyone to see.

“I’m here to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

Even as he reaches out to pull her in for a kiss, he’s watching her body language- gauging if she stiffens or shifts away.

She doesn’t.

In fact, her arms loop behind him and pull him closer, tugging on his hair and his shirt.

John’s not wasting any more time than he already has, walking her backwards into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot before reaching back to lock it- he’s got no desire for any interruptions from wayward former boyfriends.

They separate for a moment as she paws at the hem of his shirt, clearly wanting it off of him. John is all too happy to oblige, preening under her attention. He’s always had the stockier build of a man who’s fitness came from utility in the field, opposed to the hard defined abs of someone who spends most of their time in the gym.

It’s cute, the way she has to pry her eyes up to his face- clearly liking what she sees and flustered by the fact that John can see her staring.

“I broke up with him,” she clarifies.

“Good,” is his simplistic response, although if John’s being honest with himself he doesn’t really care about the finer details. The little prick never deserved to have her and John finally has his chance to prove himself worthy.

“The bedroom’s this way,” she prompts between kisses.

Their clothes are peeled off in turns as they stumble towards the room. The layout is inverted to John’s own flat nextdoor, so despite having never stepped foot inside before he guides her to keep her from crashing into something behind her.

By the time they are collapsing against her bed, they’re stripped of everything except a scant thong on her and his own boxers.

She’s just so delightfully soft in his grip, John can’t keep his hands or his mouth off of her.

The feeling is reciprocated as she pushes up off the bed to grind against him. As much as he’s relishing in them dry humping and making out like teenagers, he’s wanted her for so long and now that she’s finally willing and pliant underneath him, he’s itching for a taste of her.

Kissing his way down her body- starting at her jaw, the column of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum; latching onto each nipple and teasing them to hardened peaks before continuing his path down.

He’s compelled by the urge to turn her into a chew toy as he reaches her belly, although he stifles that urge and keeps his teeth to himself.

He can’t quite resist giving a small nip as she squirms, clearly excited by the implication of where he’s heading.

There’s a damp spot on her underwear already as he kisses along the waistband while his hands tease with the elastic on either side of her hips.

The sound of her breath hitching in anticipation makes him smirk, attention drifting further south.

The fabric is in his way as he presses a kiss against her clothed cunt, gripping handfuls of her hips to keep her still as she bucks in his grasp.

“Easy, sweetheart- we’ve got all night,” he soothes before moving his attention up one thigh to the backside of her knee.

Those sweet thighs are splayed open for him, giving John unfettered access as he continues to tease.

“When’s this sweet cunt been eaten last, hm?”

He knows he’s heard her give that undeserving muppet head, but can’t recall any reciprocation occuring. There’s not much that can shock John at this point in his life, and he’s willing to roll the dice by dragging up her now-ex because he knows this poor thing hasn’t been eaten until she’s begging him off in ages.

“I couldn’t even begin to tell you,” she answers breathlessly, anticipating having her thighs twitching in his hold.

Out of the corner of his eye, John spies a torn condom wrapper that didn’t quite make it into the bin. Well that keeps him from having to ask two questions, then. Smart girl.

“What a shame,” he tsks lightly, peppering kisses back up and down her thigh.

Deciding that she’s waited long enough and he’s had his fun being a tease, John is quick to remove the scant lace and pull it off of her legs before tossing it to who-knows-where.

The sounds she makes as he makes a meal out of her is music to his ears. Each hitched moan and breathy whimper makes him stiffen in interest.

His attention shifts to focus on her clit, tongue circling the sensitive nub as his hands hold her hips in place.

As focused as he is on what’s right in front of him, it takes a moment for John to realize that she’s stifling her noises. One hand is fisting the sheets beneath her while the other is clamped across her lips.

Well. That simply won’t do.

The ex may have trained and shamed her into silence, but John didn’t make it as a military captain without learning how to break someone else’s bad habits.

He ignores her whimper of protest as he stops, one hand abandoning the softness of her hip in favor of grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her mouth.

“None of that,” he admonishes gently, pressing a kiss to one thigh. “Let me hear you.”

“I-I’m too loud,” she protests and for a split second John sees red.

To his credit, he does not leave her wet and leaking on the bed to go bludgeon her ex to death with a blunt object.

“No such thing, sweetheart,” he soothes before having a thought to tease her. “Who are you worried is going to hear you?” He asks kindly, a shit eating grin as he speaks again, “the neighbor?”

Her wide eyed expression is thoroughly scandalized and John can’t fight the chuckle that escapes him.

He hasn’t released her wrist yet, deciding that it’s time to get back to his meal. If she abandons gripping the sheet with her free hand to cover her mouth again, he simply plans to hold both of her wrists.

It’s tentative at first, still not entirely trusting John at his word that he wants to hear her.

But John is all for positive reinforcement as a motivator, crooking his fingers to stroke that one spot that makes her see stars to encourage more from her.

She’s a quick study, although when she releases the sheet John is watching her like a hawk.

Rather than clasping over her mouth again, John is pleased when her fingers end up burying in his hair.

More than happy to let her guide him, John takes his cues from how she pulls at his hair. The feel of her thighs twitching as she breathes in staccato breaths is all the reward he needs.

“You’re getting close,” he says against her cunt, pointing out the obvious before getting back to work. She’s anxious, he thinks, the closer she gets to her climax. Poor girl doesn’t know what to do with herself with an orgasm she hasn’t had to put all the work into.

“D-don’t stop,” she stammers, rewarded immediately with John redoubling his efforts.

He’s not going to stop. Pretty thing like her deserves nothing less than laying on her back and enjoying getting her cunt eaten out.

“O-oh fuck,” is his only warning before she’s gushing on his face and John is like a kid on Christmas morning.

He doesn’t even know if she realizes she’s squirted, too caught up in the pleasure of her high.

He’s always thought it was hot- now that he knows his pretty neighbor is a squirter he is more than willing to get on his knees and pray to whoever is listening that this isn’t a one time event. He’ll do anything to get her to keep him.

Even as her high fades he doesn’t let up on her, continuing to work his middle and ring finger inside of her. All he wants is to see her cum- wants to see those eyes roll as she squeezes them shut in anticipation.

Despite pulling his face away from her wet pussy, he doesn’t leave her clit unattended for long before his thumb is gently circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Kissing his way back up her body, John can’t help but be pleased as she pulls him in to make out with him. Snatched gasps and bucks of her hips grace his ears as he works her from orgasm to the next, the wet sound of his palm slapping against her.

“John Im gonna cum again,” she whimpers in warning.

He feels like a god with the way she stares up at him reverently, eyes wide and desperate for another climax.

“Come on,” he goads, “Show me- let me see your face when you cum.”

Christ if her leg twitches any harder it’s going to start vibrating, serving to only encourage him.

“O-oh,” she mewls, “God- don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-“ she’s pleading with him like he wouldn’t sit at her feet if she asked him to.

The bewildered look on her face is darling, and John nearly finishes untouched; he's so wound up it’s not going to take much.

A few choice thoughts keep his own eminent climax at bay and buys him enough breathing room. She bucks and trembles in his hold, a high pitched squeal escaping her as he proves not only can he make her cum twice, but he can make her squirt like a faucet twice.

As soon as she’s starting to come down from her high she’s pulling at him, drawing up her knees to spread her legs in invitation.

“Greedy girl,” he teases as he kisses her- wet fingers abandoning her cunt in favor of manhandling her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positions himself.

“Please, please, please-“ she begs so prettily for him, pleading for him to do exactly what he’s been fantasizing about for months.

He’s not a small man and mindful of that fact, but she’s well prepped and takes him easily. The desperate whimper that escapes her sears into John’s memory.

The buildup of everything finally gets to him as he wastes no time setting a steady pace.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Let me hear you,” he encourages as she cants her hips in time with his, whines of pleasure escaping her on each thrust.

“John, please,” she begs, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as she watches where they’re joined.

“Eyes up here,” he instructs and Christ he almost loses it when her gaze flicks from between their bodies up to his face.

His hands find hers, fingers lacing together as he lowers his torso in order to kiss the ethereal creature underneath him.

She whimpers into his mouth, her sounds only encouraging John.

Everything about her is warm and inviting, from her soft skin to her warm cunt and the way she sings for him at every thrust.

Maneuvering them so he can grip both her wrists with one of his hands, the other immediately dives between their bodies to find her clit again.

His pretty neighbor has spent months not having an orgasm she didn’t give herself, and John is determined to prove to her that he can give her as many as she can handle.

“John I can’t cum again,” she pleads even as her thighs shake on either side of him.

“Yes you can,” he assures her. “One more time for me, yeah?”

Now, should she insist she’s done and satisfied then John would leave her clit alone and finish up their fun. As it is, though, she nods in acquiescence before the trembling in her thighs increases.

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers continuing their steady pace around her clit as she creeps closer to the edge.

She’s babbling in his ear as he presses a kiss to her temple and he knows she’s almost there.

“Good girl,” he praises again, a cocksure grin pulling at the corners of his lips at her immediate response.

“My good girl,” he ups the ante, testing her response to John staking a claim on her. And God did it ever work. That last little bit is all it takes to finally tip her over.

She clenches down on him like a vice and John immediately loses it, groaning low as the haze of his orgasm washes over him.

It’s everything he wants- she’s everything he wants as he recovers enough from his climax to finally notice that the bed is an utter mess beneath them.

It’s not his immediate concern however, more interested in soothing her through the come down of her high. She’s shivering underneath him, eyes glossy from the intensity of her last orgasm.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs reassuringly. “Just breathe for me.”

He gathers her up in his arms, listening as her heartbeat relaxes in time with his own.

Eventually when enough time passes she’s more alert and happily snuggling against his chest. After giving her a chance to rest he herds her along to the bathroom so she doesn’t give herself a UTI. She tries to brush him off but her legs are taking their sweet time cooperating again.

Of course, she’s not exactly a recruit taking a piss test so he gives her her privacy and she’s able to return on her own albeit on shaky legs.

John pets at her head idly, attention drifting in post coital bliss as his hand strokes down along her back.

“I can’t believe you’re actually in my bed,” she giggles deliriously after a stretch of quiet.

“Only reason I wasn’t here sooner was because of that muppet,” he assures her. He doesn’t want her thinking that this is a one time thing for him. He’s wanted her for so long he can’t possibly be expected to turn her loose at the end of the night.

“I only dated him because I didn’t think you liked me,” she scoffs at herself.

“Oh, it was nearly the first moment I laid eyes on you. But with my work I kept talking myself out of doing anything,” he tells her. “Kept telling myself you deserve better. And then you brought the muppet home and kept him around,” John grouses good naturedly at her. “Think they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

“I plead temporary insanity,” she jokes, snuggling closer against his chest. “But I got rid of him. And you finally made your move.”

He hums in agreement, sleep pulling at him now that he has her tucked up against his side.

John doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes with a jolt to the sound of pounding on her door.

He’s only been out for an hour or so when he checks the clock on the nightstand, his neighbor sprawled out next to him.

Well, now he knows she snores. The sound is light enough to have never heard it through the wall, but curled up next to him she’s like a cat purring loudly in his ear.

And he’s exceptionally pissed right off at the fact someone has woken him up. Especially considering he has one guess who it is.

He fully debates answering the door buck ass naked to teach the prick a lesson about banging on doors after midnight but settles on tossing his joggers on.

Much like when she opened the door for John, the ex is automatically trained at where her head would be rather than looking at John’s face.

“My eyes are here,” he quips sarcastically. “Why the fuck are you banging on the door this late.”

“Why th-“ the ex starts to parrot back before cutting himself off. “Why the fuck are you in her apartment? Why isn’t she answering?”

“She’s asleep,” John answers simply. There’s no obligation to explain the why and how he ended up in her apartment.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s asleep? How is she asleep after she just dumped me? And why the fuck are you here?”

The boyfriend (the ex boyfriend, he thinks with glee) is either oblivious or…

Well. The ex boyfriend is oblivious. Let’s just keep it at that.

“I’m here because you can’t do your job right. She’s asleep because I can. What part of that is confusing?”

“That stupid slag’s been fucking you behind my back-“

“No.” John is somewhat mindful of not giving a full on “screaming at recruits” bellow, but his voice booms into the corridor outside the apartment anyway. “You watch your fucking mouth. This” John gestures vaguely at his own presence in her flat, “just happened after she dumped you. You don’t get to hurl insults.”

“She hopped off of my cock and straight to yours- what the fuck else is it?”

“You couldn’t get her off,” John hisses in annoyance. “I’ve had front row seats to your shitty little performance more than once. Not 5 minutes after you leave and she’s having to handle it herself.”

“I can’t be expected to compete with a fucking vibrator!”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t need one to get the job done. Poor girl could barely get her legs to work to go to the loo and not give herself a UTI. Your skill issues are what started all of this.”

“You know what? Fucking have her. I don’t need this shit.”

Ah yes, because John needs the ex’s permission to date a newly single woman. Absolutely. That’s entirely how that works.

“Never needed your blessing. Now fuck off. I’m trying to sleep.”

The ex responds with a two finger salute as he spins on his heel and storms off.

John is almost tempted to grab him by the back of his neck and turn him into a chew toy. Given his military career, his patience for muppets giving him attitude is virtually nonexistent.

But the siren call of his pretty neighbor is a stronger pull than the muppet can ever hope to achieve. John’s succeeded in his mission to run the prick off, and he’s going to try to get a few more hours of sleep before seeing if she’s interested in another romp in the morning when she wakes up.

The bedroom is dark and poorly lit but John immediately picks up on the silence.

Rather than being sprawled out and snoring like when he left her, she’s quiet and curled into a ball.

She’s awake.

“Sweetheart?” He calls softly.

She jolts, fabric rustling from the sheets falling off her as she sits up.

“You’re still here,” the surprise in her tone cuts, although he knows she didn’t mean for it to.

She seems to realize how that comes across and clarifies further, “I- I heard the door shut.”

It falls into place for him then- she woke up to the sound of the door and John nowhere to be found. She thought he’d left.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoles, making his way back to the bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he assures her while gathering her back into his arms.

Sleep comes back readily once the two of them are situated back in the bed.

Come morning, John’s got the patience and the presence of mind to throw a towel on the bed. He finds out for himself that his neighbor makes the prettiest noises with her arse propped up in the air and her face still buried in her pillow.

He can’t help but laugh later when she texts him that one of the neighbors made a noise complaint.

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hii, can I request a ninth member fic where the reader is on live and gets comment saying that she should kill herself or leave the group? maybe she’s like oh yeah haha maybe I should and acts fine but likes it’s obvious she’s not. and like the boys are watching the live and are like frick no. (can she be aged between Felix and seungmin js so that it’s like she’s younger than most)

Sorry for such the late response!!!

You started the live like any other night - too tired to think straight, too loyal to Stay to skip it.

The camera lit up in your bedroom, the soft fairy lights casting a golden blur behind your head.

You were still in your dance hoodie, bangs a little damp with sweat, sleeves pulled over your fingers. You offered the lens a soft smile and waved.

“Hi, loves,” you whispered, voice hoarse from practice. “I missed you all.”

Comments rushed in instantly - fast, excited, familiar. You leaned closer to read them, smile softening as usernames you recognized flew past.

“she’s glowing even in low light 😭” “queen of killing me with one look” “what did you eat today 🥺 tell usss” "how does she look so majestic even when shes tired" "ONE CHANCE PLEASE ONE CHANCE" "she makes me question my sexuality" "did you eat anything yummy today?"

You laughed a little. “Does electrolyte water count? I forgot to eat until, like, fifteen minutes ago, but my water was lemon flavored.”

You leaned closer to the camera as you placed both your hands around your warm mug, answering comments softly.

"A lot of you are talking about exam season. I hope you guys are studying well."

Heart emojis exploded in response. You settled back against your pillows, sipping tea, doing your best to focus on the warmth in the chat - not the emptiness in your chest.

It had been going on for a few weeks now. After a Princes and Princess themed photoshoot, where you took swoon worthy romantic pictures with not just one, but all the boys, hate had started to become very obvious.

It wasn't like there was anything of the sort going on. The people at the magazine just wanted something to stir up publicity.

But it also stirred up an already wavering fanbase.

Your last-minute addition to Stray Kids debut lineup a long while ago had taken some getting used to for a lot of Stay who had followed them pre-debut. Years later and some people still viewed your position in the group as odd. And one silly photoshoot seemed to backtrack any progress you had made with the fans.

You had been used to seeing hate when you had stalked the web with your fake account.

But it had never been as bad as it had been now.

You tried to shake that feeling, take another sip of tea-

Then it hit.

A comment so sharp, so immediate, it felt like your stomach dropped through the floor.

“you should just kill yourself and stop embarrassing the rest of skz. no one wants you here anyway.”

You froze mid-sip. The mug clinked too hard when you set it down.

You stared at the screen - not even blinking - until your face started to go numb, you could tell your cheeks were painted pink.

“Oh,” you said, too softly. “Wow.” You swallowed. "Chat is getting a little spicy, no?"

You laughed. A little. Just once. But couldn't help see the other comments that agreed with it.

Then you tilted your head and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Well…maybe they’ve got a point,” you said lightly. “Maybe I should leave. It's not like I haven't thought about it before. Just a matter of whether or not its permanent.” You gave another laugh, not even sure why you felt the need to add that on.

The comments hadn't been affecting you that harshly...had they?

As you zoned out and ran through what you said once more you realized that-

Yeah. Maybe they had been. For too long too. Like some sort of erosion. Slowly chipping away at me, but unnoticeably until a strong gust of wind showed me just how deep these things had dug down to...

The chat stalled for a second - long enough for some fans to panic, for others to laugh, for a few to flood the screen with

NO NO NO STOP what did she just say?? wait what happened?? someone translate is she okay?

But you waved it off.

“I’m kidding,” you said, voice too high, too smooth, too practiced. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You kept going - talked about music, a new movie you wanted to see, made a joke about Lee Know being the your food police- but something in you had already curled up and gone quiet.

You ended the live with a heart and a too-bright smile.

“Love you,” you said. “Be safe, okay?”

And the moment the screen went black, your smile cracked clean in half.

Somewhere away from you they were already watching.

The boys had gathered all together in Chan's dorm to watch your live. They saw you as family, and like the 8 supportive brothers they were, they had to see what you talked about. Joking and placing bets on who you'd throw under the bus this week, what embarrassing little secret you'd laugh about, what had been your favorite memory you had created since last speaking with Stay.

The second you said those words - soft and sarcastic and deadly - Chan’s heart had dropped.

“Go back, can you go back?” he said, standing up.

"It's a live Hyung, of course we can't." Jisung murmured, itching his hand in nervousness.

Seungmin was already reaching for his phone on the other side of the room, planning to call you. Hyunjin sat up slowly, blinking at the TV screen like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“She didn’t mean that,” Jeongin said, quiet. “Right?”

“She's not the type to say it to be funny,” Felix whispered. “She meant it.”

“She’s still alone at the company, right?” Changbin was already on his feet, grabbing a hoodie. “I’m calling the manager.”

“No,” Chan said. “No calls. We’re going. Now.”

The studio was quiet.

You hadn’t moved since the live ended. The laptop sat closed on your desk. A mahogany one Hyunjin said fit the aesthetic of your mini studio. Paired with a futon you sometimes crashed on. Also, courtesy if Hyunjin. Your mug of tea was still half-full, forgotten. You sat on your swivel chair, your knees to your chest, hoodie sleeves bunched around your fists, staring at the dark screen like it might answer the question you couldn’t voice:

Why does it hurt this much?

You didn’t cry. You didn’t even breathe too hard. You just sat there, hollowed out by the weight of something you couldn’t name.

You didn’t hear the frantic knocking. Or the bang of Changbin and Chris' shoulders into the door, more or less breaking the lock.

You didn’t hear the footsteps, the whispered voices, the way someone dropped keys on the floor in their rush to get to you.

You only looked up when someone wrapped their arms around you, the familiar smell of vanilla extract and laundry detergent jumpstarting you.

You peeked out from over Felix's embrace, Chan the first one you noticed, face pale, shoulders tense, still in the doorway. Behind him were the rest of your members. Your family.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Can we come in?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, but nothing came out.

So he stepped in anyway.

And they followed.

They moved you over to the futon, Hyunjin sitting at the edge, Seungmin dropped onto the floor, Han and Jeongin hovering near your desk, the first one's chin quivering, the latter's eyes watery. Minho and Changbin joining Seungmin on the ground and Chan embracing you along with Felix.

Felix sat next to you, his hand brushing yours.

“Why didn’t you call one of us?” he asked, voice so gentle it nearly broke you.

You looked away. “It wasn’t that serious.”

“Y/N,” Chan said, soft but firm. “You said you should leave. On live. With thousands of people watching.”

“I was kidding.”

“No, you weren’t,” Seungmin said. “We know your voice better than that.”

Silence.

"I'm fine-"

"Noona, you won't hurt yourself will you." The heaviness that followed Jeongin's watery voice told you all you needed to know about how to answer that heavy question. You looked up and saw his fox like guys looking at you expectantly, a heartbroken pout on his lips.

And then it cracked.

“I’m just so tired,” you cried. “Of pretending. Of acting like all the hate doesn’t get to me.” You shook in Felix and Chan's embrace, Felix crying along with you.

Which then propelled Han into water works as well.

“You could have told us,” Han said through his sobs launching himself haphazardly at you somehow managing to knee Minho in the chin. "You're our baby." He said petting your head. "We're horrible fathers." He cried. "Horrible."

You knew you were hurting when you couldn't even manage a laugh at Seungmin's response to Han's dramatics.

“I don’t want to be the reason we get hate. I don’t want fans to leave because I’m in the group. I already get told every day that I’m just here to ruin it and it seems like it's just getting worse-”

“Then they’re not fans,” Hyunjin snapped, placing his hand on your knee, or doing his best to as Jisung was still laid over you. “They don’t get to call themselves Stay if they treat you like that.”

You blinked, startled at his sharp tone.

“He's right.” Seungmin said, softer than you'd ever heard him speak. “You’re not some extra. You’re my noona. You taught me how to harmonize. And held my hand during our first concert even if I told you not too. You- you...you were the first person who made me realize my smile was beautiful because even if people hated it, it was born from countless memories with you."

Jeongin spoke next. "You're my noona too. You were the first person to call me talented when I thought I wasn’t. The first one who told the world I was more then just a cute face or a spoiled maknae. You made me realize what it truly meant to believe in myself.”

You opened your mouth - and then closed it, because what do you say to that? You tried blinking away your tears and then Minho spoke.

"You’ve always been the one holding all of us together," he said, his voice low, almost reverent. "You cheer for us when no one else does. You see the things we don’t even notice about ourselves. It’s about time someone saw you, too."

Changbin’s hand reached for yours.

“You make this group better,” he said. “More complete. I don’t even want to imagine Stray Kids without you. And I won’t.. None of us will.”

Felix sighed. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to quit? How many times I thought I was dragging everyone down?”

You looked at him. He nodded.

“I may seem happy. We all may seem happy but we struggle to. And then you come around. And you smile. And we stay.”

You choked on a breath.

“We’re a team,” Chan said with finality. “We rise together. We fall together. And if you ever - ever - feel like disappearing again…”

He paused. Voice thick.

“Take me with you.”

You stared.

“All of us,” Minho added. “If you go, we go. That’s how this works.”

Something cracked inside your chest.

And then, finally- finally - you broke completely and utterly.

Tears welled in your eyes, hot and fast, and your face crumpled as you tried to bite it back. But all the guys were already jumping into the embrace, 8 strong arms keeping you steady, 8 sets of tears being added to your own.

They didn’t say anything else.

They didn’t need to.

They just held you - as if their touch alone could glue the pieces of you that you hadn't even noticed were breaking back together.

And maybe it could.

The night was long. None of them left your studio.

When you finally slept - curled under three blankets Seungmin had finessed from a storage room and two members - your last thought was that maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay.

But the next morning, when you woke to bright fluorescents and shuffling of productive activities, you realized the dull ache behind your eyes still lingered, the pit in your stomach remained.

Until Chan quietly placed a warm mug in your hand and sat beside you.

“We’re going live,” he said, brushing your hair back with a gentle hand. “As a group. We’re going to talk about it. All of it."

You didn’t ask what "it" was. You knew.

You hesitated. “Should I be there?”

He smiled - not the leader-smile, the brotherly one. The one that showed up when you were hurting.

“No,” he said gently, still messing with your hair. “Not if it’ll hurt more. We’ve got this. You just rest okay? We'll get you something to eat and change into.”

You nodded, blinking too fast.

But deep down, you already knew you’d watch it live.

Later that afternoon, after you somehow found your way back to the dorms, you got the notification.

📢 [Stray Kids (9)] LIVE: A Message to Stay 💬

The chat exploded before the stream even began.

You watched from your bed, phone glowing in your palm, heart pounding.

When the screen lit up, the boys were seated tightly on the couch - all eight of them.

You found yourself chuckling.

Typical of them to not know what personal space is.

Although their usual chaos was gone.

This was serious.

And the chat seemed to pick up on it quickly.

Well, the majority of it at least.

A few familiar users seemed to be completley oblivious to the tone of the meeting.

Chan looked straight into the camera.

“Hi, Stay. We’re going to be really honest with you. You all know we joke a lot. We play around. But this isn’t that kind of live.”

He took a breath. "As most of you know, something happened during Y/N’s solo live yesterday. You probably saw it - or at least heard about it., as things tend to escalate rather quickly.”

"For those who don't know there was a comment. A really bad one. And it hurt her. Deeply. Ther have been multiple comments, and much hate going around.”

“And we’re here to make sure you understand that that is never okay.”

"Stray Kids debuted planned to debut as eight. Then became nine. That wasn’t a marketing move. That was a decision - one we made together.”

"We. Are. Nine."

The sharpness in his voice seemed to cease the majority of the comments in the chat. Some people scolding others, others saying they felt as if they were in trouble even if they didn't post any hate.

Felix spoke next.

“She didn’t audition to be loved by everyone. Not one of us did. But we are a family. And she is part of us. She makes us stronger. She works harder than anyone I know. And the idea that someone would tell her to-”

His voice cracked. He looked away for a second.

Chan took over once more. “There are thousands of comments. Most are positive. But sometimes it only takes one to destroy someone’s day. Or their outlook on things. Or..."

He swallowed. "Or worse."

He waited a moment before speaking again.

“If you're a Stay, you protect, not harm because that’s what fandom is supposed to be. A place to love each other and uplift."

“To everyone who reached out with kindness, to those who reported that comment, who showed love - thank you. You continue to remind us why we do this, and we love you for that."

"But more need to be done to make sure this never happens again. Not just to her. To anyone. If you don’t like one of us, that’s your opinion. But if you wish harm on someone, you’re not Stay. And that goes for any fandom you belong to. You are not a fan if you can't love and appreciate what everyone contributes. If you can't set aside you opinions for that. This isn’t about canceling anyone. This is about protecting each other.”

All the boys nodded.

"She's our family. A sister. And we do everything to protect family." Changbin said.

"She is special to each and every one of us, and if you can't respect that you can leave." Minho said sharply.

"Because of yesterday's incidents, we've come to the agreement to cancel our upcoming schedules." Chan said suddenly.

The chat became frantic, and your eyes were wide as you leaned in closer to your phone.

"If you want one of us to leave then we all leave. Simple." Chan said firmly. "Until that lesson can be learned this is what is right to do. Any more hate spread will have legal action followed. We stand firm in these decisions."

The chat was still frantic, but the boys didn't care.

"Y/N-ah. We know you're watching." Chan said.

"You’re our little sister." Jisung, Hyunjin, Changbin, Chan, Minho and Felix said.

"Our Noona." Jeongin and Seungmin parroted.

"Our teammate."

"Our light."

"We wouldn’t be here without you.”

“We love you. Not just when you’re strong. Not just when you smile. All the time.”

“You’re enough. Always were.”

“Stay needs to hear us say it, and maybe… you do too.”

“You’re stuck with us forever.”

“Stray Kids is nine.” All the boys said.

“And that will never change.” Chan said, getting up to end the live. "Thank you, Stay. Let’s be better - together.”

[Live Ended]

You shut off your phone with trembling fingers.

You didn’t cry this time.

You smiled. Not a fake one. A small one, real and quiet.

You didn't realize how long you sat there until you heard a soft knock.

"Noona! Can we come in?”

Jeongin's voice. Happy and bright.

You wiped your face, not realizing you had in fact shed tears.

Of relief. Appreciation,

“Of course.”

Because you weren’t scared anymore. You knew where you stood. Who you were to both yourself and the boys you had grown with.

You were no longer scared.

Not today.

Not with them.

Not with Stay.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

hi your writings about chan is making me feel things 🫣 i love them and i also feel the same about him HAKSKDKSKS help–

I am a sucker for chris bahng

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝘾𝙤𝙯𝙮

Pairing: King!Bang Chan x fem!reader

Tags include: arranged marriage au, royalty au, praise, corruption kink, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), riding, missionary, kissing, inexperienced reader, aftercare, strong theme of obedience here (that's my fault, can't help it), 18+

Word Count: 3K

The air in your bedchamber was thick with anticipation, the silence only broken by the crackling of the fireplace in the corner. You sat between Bang Chan’s legs, his hands cradling your jaw gently but firmly, guiding you into place. His fingers traced your lips with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

'Open for me, love,' he whispered, his voice low and commanding, but laced with affection.

Your heart raced as you parted your lips, glancing up at him through your lashes. His dark eyes were filled with hunger and adoration, and the heat between you grew as you felt the weight of the moment—he was about to teach you how to please him, and you wanted nothing more than to be perfect for him.

'That’s it, good girl,'he praised, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as his other hand guided his cock closer to your mouth. 'l’ll show you how. Just follow my lead.'

He was already half-hard, his cock thick and heavy in his hand as he positioned himself at your lips. The sight of him, so close and intimate, made your pulse quicken with both excitement and a hint of nervousness.

'Start slow,' he murmured, his voice soothing but with an edge of authority. 'Just take the tip first. Get used to the weight.'

You nodded, following his instructions as you parted your lips wider and took him into your mouth. His breath hitched as he slid between your lips, the warmth of your mouth enveloping the sensitive head of his cock.

'Good,' he breathed, his fingers threading through your hair, guiding you gently. 'Just like that, baby.'

You hollowed your cheeks slightly, swirling your tongue around the tip, earning a low groan from him. The sound was like a reward, and it spurred you on, eager to do more. But his hand on your head held you steady, keeping you from going too fast.

'Slowly,' he reminded you, his voice thick with pleasure. 'Take your time, love. I want to feel every second of it.'

You obeyed, slowly inching forward, taking more of him into your mouth. His grip in your hair tightened just slightly as he let out another deep groan, his hips shifting beneath you. The weight of him on your tongue, the feel of him filling your mouth, was intoxicating. You could feel the power you held over him, and it made you want to do everything in your ability to please him.

'That’s my girl,'he praised, his voice rough with need. 'You’re doing so well. Keep going.'

He made you pause with every inch that was being fed into your mouth, keeping a hand on the back of your neck to keep you still whilst your throat and gag reflex adjusted.

His words were a balm to your nerves, making you feel confident and eager to continue. You took him deeper, your mouth stretching to accommodate his size, and he moaned softly, his head falling back against the headboard. His other hand joined the first, holding you firmly but gently in place as you worked him with your mouth, sucking lightly, your tongue tracing along the underside of his length.

You could feel him growing harder with each passing moment, his body tense with the effort to hold back. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and you could sense the control he was trying to maintain as he guided you.

'Now,' he groaned, his voice low and strained, 'start moving your head. Slowly at first. I’ll help you.'

He guided you with his hands, gently pushing you down further, then pulling you back up, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. You followed his lead, bobbing your head in time with his gentle thrusts, taking him deeper each time. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as his pleasure built.

'You’re so good at this,' he murmured, his voice shaky. 'Such a good girl. You were made for this, weren’t you?'

The praise made you moan around him, sending vibrations through his length, and he growled softly in response, his hands tightening in your hair. You were fully lost in the act now, your mouth working him eagerly, the wet sounds of your lips and tongue driving him to the edge.

He slowed you down, pulling you up until just the tip of him rested on your tongue. 'Hold it there,' he instructed softly, his eyes dark with lust. 'Just keep me warm like this for a moment.'

You obeyed, keeping your mouth wrapped around him, your tongue pressed lightly against the underside of his cock. His fingers stroked your cheek, his gaze softening even as his cock throbbed in your mouth.

'You’re perfect,' he whispered, his voice full of affection. 'I love how you feel.'

His gentle touches and the praise filled you with warmth. The intimacy of the moment—just holding him like this, feeling the weight of him on your tongue—was unexpectedly tender, despite the raw desire between you.

After a long moment, he guided you back up, his cock slipping from your mouth with a soft, wet sound. He leaned forward, cupping your face in both hands as he kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

'Come here,' he whispered against your mouth, pulling you into his lap.

You straddled his thighs, your body still buzzing from the intimacy of the moment, and you could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and insistent. He shifted beneath you, guiding you into position, his hands steady on your hips.

'You did so well,' he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. 'Now I want you to ride me, love. Show me how good you are.'

Your cheeks blushed with nerves at the suggestion, this was a new experience for you to try and you were doubting yourself about the technique.

Whilst your King had access to many women who pleased and satiated his desires in the past, you had to remain chaste until your wedding night and all the sexual knowledge you had began the night Bang Chan introduced you to his wedding bedchamber.

'Why the pout babygirl?' Chan asked as he held out his hand, the candles casting shadows against his flushed skin and blonde, curly hair. It cast a glow upon him that made your appetite for him damn near insatiable.

'I've not done this before my King' You answered softly as you took his hand, letting him pull you towards him as he gently grabbed your thighs and helped you to straddle him, speaking as he did so.

'I'm not sure if I will be good, I know that my experience is lacking compared to yours'

If only you could see yourself the way Bang Chan looked at you, admiring your nude form and petting your hair in a way meant to offer you comfort.

'You don't need to worry about that my love, my Queen' His voice was low but his eyes filled with care, a soft smile gracing your features as he pressed a soothing kiss to your forehead.

'It’s not about experience, it’s about us… together. I’ll guide you, and I'll love you no matter what.'

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. 'All I need from you is to trust me, like you do now. We’ll take our time, and I’ll show you everything.'

His gaze held a depth of admiration and care as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to yours. '

'You’re already more than enough.'

(Fuck, I almost teared up writing this bit for fucks sake)

Your heart pounded as you positioned yourself above him, feeling the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, taking him inch by inch, the stretch almost too much but so, so perfect.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, helping you sink down onto him until he was fully buried inside you. The fullness made you moan, your head falling back as your body adjusted to the feel of him.

'That’s it, baby,'he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. 'You take me so well. You’re perfect.'

'Wait' You cried out as you leaned your body against his shoulder, feeling your body shake at the new intrusion as you gripped onto his shoulders, 'I just need time to adjust, it hurts slightly'

Bang Chan held you close, his breath steady and comforting as your bodies stayed connected. You could feel the tension in your muscles slowly beginning to ease with his gentle touch, the fullness inside you becoming more bearable as he whispered soothing words.

‘Just relax, love,’ he said, his tone filled with patience and care. ‘We don’t need to rush this.’ He kissed the side of your neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. ‘Let me fill you, just like this. You don’t have to move yet—just feel me.’

His hands slid up your back, fingers grazing your skin as he encouraged you to settle into the warmth of him, letting your body get used to his presence without any pressure to do more. His length remained deep inside you, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing second, but he didn’t push for anything more. Instead, he held you against his chest, letting you adjust at your own pace.

‘You feel so good like this,’ he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. ‘Just being inside you, feeling your warmth… it’s perfect.’

You rested your head on his shoulder, your breath coming out in slow, steady rhythms, matching his. The sensation of him inside you was new, overwhelming, but with his soft praise and calming presence, the initial discomfort had faded into something more intimate, more meaningful.

His hands never left you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other traced lazy patterns along your spine. Each touch was deliberate, meant to ground you, to remind you that you were in control, and he was here to guide you through it all.

‘You’re doing so well,’ he praised softly, his lips brushing your ear. ‘Just stay here with me a little longer… let me take care of you.’

The feeling of being so connected, so close, yet with no urgency to move or rush, allowed you to savor the intimacy of the moment. Every gentle squeeze of his hands on your hips, every soft murmur of affection, made the experience feel like a tender, sensual discovery. You felt cherished, completely in sync with him.

‘I’ve never felt anything like this before,’ you whispered, your voice barely audible against his skin. ‘It’s… overwhelming, but in the best way.’

Bang Chan smiled softly, his fingers stroking your cheek. ‘You’re amazing,’ he said, his tone full of admiration. ‘Just like this. You don’t have to do anything more… just let me feel you.’

You could sense how much he was savoring the moment, how much control and care he put into making sure you were comfortable. The way he held you, the way his body remained still inside yours, told you everything—this wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It was about sharing something deeper, a trust and connection that made you feel completely safe with him.

‘When you’re ready,’ he whispered, kissing your forehead again, ‘we can move together. But for now, just stay with me. I want to enjoy you like this, completely.’

The warmth of his words, combined with the closeness of your bodies, made you feel secure. You nodded against his shoulder, feeling yourself relax further, trusting him fully to guide you through this new experience.

Bang Chan held you close, his breath steady and comforting as your bodies stayed connected. You could feel the tension in your muscles slowly beginning to ease with his gentle touch, the fullness inside you becoming more bearable as he whispered soothing words.

‘Just relax, love,’ he said, his tone filled with patience and care. ‘We don’t need to rush this.’ He kissed the side of your neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. ‘Let me fill you, just like this. You don’t have to move yet—just feel me.’

His hands slid up your back, fingers grazing your skin as he encouraged you to settle into the warmth of him, letting your body get used to his presence without any pressure to do more. His length remained deep inside you, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing second, but he didn’t push for anything more. Instead, he held you against his chest, letting you adjust at your own pace.

‘You feel so good like this,’ he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. ‘Just being inside you, feeling your warmth… it’s so cozy'.

His hands never left you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other traced lazy patterns along your spine. Each touch was deliberate, meant to ground you, to remind you that you were in control, and he was here to guide you through it all.

‘You’re doing so well,’ he praised softly, his lips brushing your ear. ‘Just stay here with me a little longer… let me take care of you.’

The feeling of being so connected, so close, yet with no urgency to move or rush, allowed you to savor the intimacy of the moment. Every gentle squeeze of his hands on your hips, every soft murmur of affection, made the experience feel like a tender, sensual discovery. You felt cherished, completely in sync with him.

‘I’ve never felt anything like this before,’ you whispered, your voice barely audible against his skin. ‘It’s… overwhelming, but in the best way.’

Bang Chan smiled softly, his fingers stroking your cheek. ‘You’re amazing,’ he said, his tone full of admiration. ‘Just like this. You don’t have to do anything more…'

You breathed heavily against his shoulder, your thighs trembling from holding yourself up for so long. The intensity of the moment, the way he filled you so perfectly, left you breathless. But your body was tiring, and as much as you wanted to continue, the fatigue weighed on your muscles.

‘My King… I don’t think I can…’ you murmured, your voice soft and full of exhaustion as your head leaned against his chest.

He lifted his hand to cradle your face, gently pulling you back so your eyes could meet his. His expression was one of pure understanding, laced with that ever-present adoration.

‘It’s okay,’ he soothed, brushing his thumb along your cheek. ‘You’ve done so well, love. Let me take over for now'.

Without a moment of hesitation, Bang Chan shifted, his strong arms easily lifting your weight as he rolled you onto your back. His body hovered over yours, never breaking the connection between you, his length still buried deep inside you. His lips found yours, capturing them in a soft, tender kiss as he settled on top of you.

‘Just relax,’ he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. ‘I’ve got you.’

He began to move slowly, his hips rolling in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through your body. The fatigue in your legs was forgotten as his careful thrusts took over, each one deep and controlled, building the intensity without rushing you. His hand gripped your waist, steadying you as he moved with a deliberate slowness, allowing you to feel every inch of him.

‘You feel incredible,’ he groaned softly, his voice breathless with need. ‘Just like that, baby… so perfect.’

You could feel your body responding to him, the pleasure pooling low in your belly, tightening with every stroke. The closeness of his body against yours, the way his lips occasionally found your neck, whispering praises between kisses, made the moment even more intimate. You could barely keep your eyes open, the sensation overwhelming as his pace picked up, his breath growing more ragged.

‘I’m so close,’ you whispered, your fingers dipping down below to your clit, frantically rubbing circles upon it whilst fisting Chan's blonde locks with your free hand, your grip tightening as you were reaching your peak.

His lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss, his movements becoming erratic, and you felt the tension inside you snap. Your release washed over you in powerful waves, your body trembling beneath him as you clung to him, moaning his name.

‘That’s it,’ he whispered against your lips, his thrusts faltering as he chased his own high. ‘That’s my Queen… so good for me.’

With one final push, you felt him still inside you, his warmth filling you as he let out a deep groan. His forehead rested against yours, both of you panting, your bodies spent but completely sated.

For a moment, neither of you moved, simply basking in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. His hand stroked your hair gently, his lips brushing your forehead as you both calmed down.

After a few moments, Bang Chan pulled out carefully, shifting to lie beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest as he reached for a blanket, tucking it over your bodies. His touch was soft, comforting, as his fingers traced small circles on your back.

‘You were amazing,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. ‘You did so well for me.’

You snuggled into him, feeling warm and safe in his embrace, your body still buzzing from the intensity of what you’d just shared. His hands continued to soothe you, his presence steady and calming as he held you close.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked softly, his voice full of concern as he tilted your chin to look into your eyes.

You nodded, feeling completely content. ‘More than okay,’ you whispered, your lips curving into a small smile.

His smile mirrored yours as he pressed another gentle kiss to your lips. ‘Good,’ he murmured. ‘I’m proud of you.’

With that, he pulled you even closer, his hands never leaving your body as he made sure you were comfortable, warm, and safe in his arms.

I have never ridden a man in my life so idk if I did it right but low-key am proud of myself with how realistically I write chris- I made myself cry with how much the sentences sounded like something he would actually say.

Thank you @chansfavouritetoy for being very patient with this commission and happy birthday to Chris!

Dw to my fellow daddy kink lovers, there will be a kinktober fic with Daddy!Chan i promise you!

Stay tuned for my next kinktober fics- some aren't on the list so it's a surprise!

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[timkontheunsure]

Some of the reasons I think Stolas is on the spectrum

(finally getting around to popping this on up too).

He has special interests & misses social cues while being happy in them.

It not really normal to be happy reading legal documents when someone's life is on the line. But Stolas is just vibing that he gets to help with his love of words. Yay him!

Stims

He stims when both happy & sad to help regulate his emotions.

His happy stims are:

*clapping when he gets to take Via to the circus, because he thinks they can enjoy it together.

He also does this with contract reading.

*He hopps up and down when his dad gives him a new books. Also when getting ready for his date with Blitz. He's just so happy he needs to hop.

His sad stims:

*are bang his head again and again about the engagement.

*He self sooves with chest strokes when Blitz says his outfit is too much.

*He hand rubs and wringing his hat when worrying about Via in LA.

Special interests

The there's that Stolas info dumps on the playdate with Blitz all about his books and about plants.

Stolas also feels he has to explain why Blitz horse joke was soo funny. And why's it so funny?

Because it's accurate. I love his little cutie.

But he's also kept up his love of plants as a major hobby now he's an adult. When most people tend to swap interests as they age.

Side bar

His comfy resting hand position is t rex hands. This tends to be an autistic thing. Also works well as an owl.

Sensory issues

Stolas appears to also have some sensory issues too. When his a child he appears to be struggling when Mr Butler touches his hair out of nowhere.

But he's fine with Blitz doing it when they're kissing. This shows a lot of trust between them.

I think it's likely sensory issues are the reason why he swaps into his comfy, very old robe, as often as he can too.

Specific communication issues

While Stolas is very good at some communication styles, he's pretty bad at others.

When the audience think it's another joke about wanting to keep a puppy; he immediately knows Blitz's is panicking the studio. And tries to get to him.

However he doesn't get that his dirty talk is way OTT, because he's mostly likely coping it from the erotica. Not lived experience.

Speaking of erotica.

There's obviously a rule that reading is allowed at the diner table. But Stolas doesn't get This book isn't appropriate to read there.

Another rule he appears to follow more rigidly than most probably would; is that when you get an appointment you wait till you're seen.

Ozzie's ment to met Stolas at noon, but doesn't make it till 4 pm because of problems with work.

Stolas is only a couple of days out of the hospital and is probably feeling horrible.

But he sticks around a minimum of 4 hours to be seen, because he feels he has to.

(I'm assuming he also got taught you turn up earlier rule, but this just a guess).

Stolas genuinely wants to do something Via will enjoy, and he's fine taking Via to stylish occult when she asks.

But didn't get it till she's crying and sad that she wasn't enjoying Loo Loo Land.

"I take it you are.. not having fun." She needs to spell it out. Sarcasm isn't easy for him to interrupt.

His was obviously thought taking his daughter and his lover out to a theme park would be a good way to introduce them.

It's the sort of plot that only works on a novellas. And that's probably when he got it from. (Probably worked great for Gabrielle and Alejandro).

These are examples of him Masking, and not understanding why it didn't work.

Stella's being dangerous to be around = take Via out somewhere for her to have fun to blow off steam.

Wanting your lover and daughter to like eachother = ask IMP to tag along as the completely unnecessary bodyguards.

He doesn't really get that flirty with his affair partner, in front of his kid while going through a divorce isn't a good idea...

He also struggles to understand when his flirting comes off as condescending too. With "ittybity imps like you" or calling him Blitzy in public. He's most likely him coping language from other goeita.

But Stolas is very good at knowing when knowing when Blitz is fine being picked up, when to reassure him with face stokes, or how to calm Blitz down from a panic attack in just a few seconds.

So it's not that he's just never learnt these skills. It's just that some communication skills are harder for him than others.

But if you disagree that fine. 🙂 I just wanted to put down some of my thoughts why I think he could be.

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Hello fellow mootie >:3 GUESS WHO'S WRITING THE SAJA BOYS!! 🫵🫵 Buttt it you wanna can you write romance saja x shy reader when it comes to flirting? ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

A Shy Soul

You've been hanging out with your demonic idol for a while now, what if one day instead of a casual meeting, Romance did what a romantic soul would do and asked you out on a date? And what if... you agreed? But uh-oh! There's a catch! You're totally weak when it comes to flirting and your weakness might show when your date is the biggest flirt you've ever known.

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cws: headcanony ah Romance, spoilers for KDH probably,

You were used to your meetings with Romance, hearing his tales about the demon world, about being in a boys band. You really loved hearing his stories, even if at first believing that your bias and friend is a demon was taught. You didn't fully believe him until he showed you his demon form.

Instead of running away or acting scared, like any person in your place would, you just sat there and stared at him and then as if it was nothing you just asked about his patterns. You didn't know that in that exact moment he fell for you and started to hint on it.

Sadly you were rather obvious to his flirting.

"Okay darling, I see that you have a hard time catching the message." Romance said after you blew yet another one of his flirting attempts. Romance took you by your hand and held it to his cheek. "Y/n, my darling soul, go on a date with me."

"What?!" You jumped in your seat when you heard his words, your face turning red and your eyes widening. "Me? On a date? With you?' You didn't know if he was joking or not. "Are you serious? You're not joking?" You were in shock, but there was also this small hope that maybe he was serious.

"You're so adorable, you know?" He chuckled and brushed a hand through his hair, destroying the heart shape of his bangs. "Yes. I'm serious and I want to go out with you, so please, go out with me."

His words flustered you. "Okay, I will go on a date with you Romance." You replied and looked away sheepishly.

The man perked up, grabbing you by both of your hands and closing them between his. "Really?" You nodded. "I'm so happy, I just can't wait to sweep you off your feat, cutie."

A day passed and you stood in front of the Heartwarming Cafe, it was a popular spot for couples. A small blushed creeped on your face at the thought of Romance seeing you as a couple, your heart beat faster when you thought of him as your boyfriend.

"I hope you didn't wait long, aegi." Romance whispered into your ear, appearing out of no where.

"Gosh! Don't scare me like that, you idiot. I could've hit you."

"And scar my pretty face? I don't think you'd do that. C'mon! Let's go in." He outstretched his hand to you.

"Your ego as almost as high as Abby's, are you sure you're not becoming him?" You asked teasingly and took his hand after a second of hesitance.

Upon entering the cafe you were hit with the warm embrace of sweetness and softness wash throughout your whole body. There were clouds, strawberries and hearts everywhere you looked, the theme was very heavenly when you wrapped your head around it.

"Why are you giggling, hm?" Romance whispered to you.

"Oh? I- um sorry!"

"Oh, no, no. Don't apologise. Your giggled are like music to my ears, I could listen to them forever, just want to know what caused my beautiful soul to giggle so sweetly."

"Ack! Don't say stuff like that!" You covered your cheeks with your hands.

"What's the matter? Are you flustered, aegi?" He had that mischievous spark in his eyes that said that he enjoyed this.

"No, totally not. C'mon let's sit down, I'm starving." You ruched him to look for a table with you.

You found one in a corner of the cafe, it had a cute heart decor hanging above it and that's what made your decision to pick it. Your desserts just arrived. You chose a strawberry cake and boba while romance picked a cheesecake and a raspberry matcha.

"So, will you tell me what you giggled about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for his drink.

You looked at him confused mid biting a piece of your pie before you realise what he was talking about. "Oh! That! Well, it was just funny to me how this place is so heavenly and you're, you know, far from that." You giggled.

Romance smirked and brought his voice down. "Oh, I reassure you, you will soon learn that I can be heavenly."

Your face felt like it was on fire. "Romance!" You exclaimed and looked around to see if someone heard him.

"What? I just said that you'd be happy. What did you think about, sweetheart?" Oh that bastard. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed every second of it.

"I didn't think about anything. You! You! Ugh." You sent him an angry look and took a sip of your boba.

"Awh, you're just adorable when you're annoyed. I'm glad I can see it, my darling soul." He happily took a bite of his cake, watching your cheeks burn up and the blush reach your ears.

"You're so." You mumbled, circling the boba in your hand.

"I'm what? C'mon, use your words~." He winked at you.

"It was nothing, you must've heard wrong." You smiled innocently.

"Sure, sure. Let it have your way, aegi."

The date was going smoothly, as smoothly as getting flustered by Romance's words could go. The more you listened to him and looked at him the more your heart weakened and you just couldn't hold back the reactions he was causing. You were sitting with your cheeks covered by your hands halfway through the date because the warm pink of your cheeks was probably too noticeable for your own good.

"You know, we should go out on dates more often if I can turn you all cute and blushy like this." Romance said, reaching his hand out and taking one of yours into his, pulling it to his lips and placing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Maybe on our next date it would be your lips, instead of your hand. I will hope so, my beautiful soul."

Can you tell that I'm aroace and didn't really flirt with anyone? I hope not shhshs

It was fun to write I kinda love this guy.... but wahiooo next saja boy done! I will try to write mystery x reader after I'm back from work, but no promises my pookies </3

Hope you enjoyed!

Nathan

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Arctic Snow:

Arctic Fox Tails au where he gets his winter coat and his brothers are confused by his new look:

Winter was fast approaching green hills, it's residents had all noticed a bitter chill changing in the air, additionally ice had begun gathering on the pavements and paths meaning that the roads and paths would soon need to be gritted.

Snow had now began to fall and Sonic was especially eager because he could now show his new brothers the joys of playing in the snow. Plus they could all wrap themselves up in scarves hats and gloves Maddie had specially knitted for them.

"Sonic, look at my new winter things." Tails cheered his grey and white tails wagging in delight as he held them out.

Sonic took a look and saw a pair of silver grey and white mittens with light blue accents, his new scarf and hat (made specially to accommodate Tails' ears) were both the same colour.

"Looking good little bro, it goes with with your fur so well." Sonic said before suddenly ruffling Tails's bangs.

"Sonic, cmon stop." Tails giggled trying to swat Sonic's hand away and failing.

Sonic continued to ruffle his hair, the giggling only making him do it more.

When he did stop he was surprised to find a large clump of grey fluff come up in his hand and immediately panicked.

"OhmygodTailsI'msosorryIdidn'tmeanit..." He didn't mean it panicked at the thought of accidentally hurting his little brother.

"Sonic calm down, I'm just molting see." Tails said brushing his stomach and sonic noticed a few smaller bits of fluff fall off of Tails and onto the attic floor.

"Oh yeah, I think mom mentioned it, you're getting your winter coat." Sonic said.

Tails nodded.

"Yeah, though I'm probably gonna be leaving fur in a lot of places so sorry in advance." Tails said.

"Don't worry about it little bro, you can't help it, though we should probably warn mom and dad they're gonna be cleaning up more fur than just Ozzie's." Sonic said.

Over the next couple of days Tails' summer fur shed and his winter coat began to slowly come in.

Tom and Maddie took this in stride and everytime Tails got upset about his fur being in places they reassured him it wasn't his fault and it was just his body getting ready for the cold weather.

Sonic and Knuckles also helped out comforting their brother and in addition they made sure his bed was as cosy as it could be as it was a common fact that real foxes  tended to grow more malcohent and tired when shedding their fur and this fact seemed to apply to Tails too.

After about four days Sonic was in for a surprise.

He woke up that day and stretched rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up.

He climbed out of bed and went over to Tails' blue plane themed bed.

"Tails little bro, time to wake up, it's a brand new..." Sonic cut off when he saw something unusual with Tails.

The little fox was curled up in a ball on his bed, but his fur was different.

Instead of the grey and silver it had been the day before, it was snow a bright snow White, as a matter of fact the kit was now completely white like a giant snowball.

Just then Tails let out a squeaky yawn his sky blue eyes fluttering open and gazing at the cobalt blue hedgehog.

"Hmm, Sonic what is it?" Tails asked yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Tails, your fur." Sonic said surprised.

"What about it...oh right." Tails said as though suddenly realising something.

"What's going on bud?" Sonic asked confused.

"This, oh this is just my winter coat." Tails said.

"How come it's all white?" Sonic asked.

"To blend in with the snow, you know like earth arctic foxes." Tails said.

Just then Knuckles awoke.

"Good morning brothers, I hope you have rested well." The echnida said getting up and stretching.

"Knux, check this out." Sonic said indicating Tails' snow white fur.

"Fox, you look different." Knuckles said.

"It's my winter fur Knuckles, what do you think?" Tails asked.

"It is very well suited for this snowy weather fox, and a great camoflauge against any enemy that may attack." Knuckles said.

"Thanks Knuckles but I highly doubt that'll happen." Tails said.

"Maybe so but you never know...plus it is very soft." Knuckles said gently stroking the fur behind Tails' ears making the kit purr.

Sonic tried and indeed Tails' new coat was very soft, somehow even softer than earlier.

"He's right Tails, you look and feel like a fluffy cloud." Sonic said.

Tails giggled and blushed but his wagging tails betrayed the embarrassment he felt.

"Cmon let's go see what's for breakfast, I'm starving." Sonic said before racing out the attic.

Tails' felt his own stomach rumble loudly and giggled in embarrassment.

"It seems you are hungry too fox, come, let us dine on Mother's delicious breakfast feast before the hedgehog eats it all." Knuckles said lifting Tails onto his shoulder and carrying him out of the attic, the fox cheering in excitement.

Inspired by @0vergrowngraveyard's arctic fox Tails art

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Today marked the beginning of the end.

The end of waiting.

By the end of the month, Yoonmi would have all seven of her members by her side again. No more curfews to chase, no more military leave filing. Just them—finally eight, together again.

Yoonmi was practically bouncing in her seat as the van pulled up to the press area where Namjoon and Taehyung would speak to the media. She was seated in a car driven by manager Sejin, who was trying to get her to at least eat half of her breakfast before the two boys arrived, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Yoonmi, you know how they are about your eating habits,” Sejin sighed. “Especially Namjoon. If not for your own sake, then eat for mine, unless you want him venting at me next.”

She wrinkled her nose but picked up her chopsticks anyway.

“Oppa?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think Joonie oppa’s gonna show how happy he is to finally be a private citizen again?” Namjoon’s countless Instagram stories and messages both to their group chat and to her privately about him just wanting to finish filled her thoughts.

Manager Sejin simply chuckled and left her to speculate on her own.

Taehyung, she already knew, would be trying to present himself as calm, happy about his time in the military, but also looking forward to returning to music. Namjoon, on the other hand… Well, Yoonmi wasn’t sure if he’d take up the RM leader persona or the Namjoon as a private citizen persona.

The chatter and sudden flashes of cameras caught her attention, making her look out the window. The grin immediately grew on her face as she watched her members being given flowers as they walked towards the media. It seemed like everything slowed down as she opened the door to join them like she did with Jin and Hobi…

Then she heard it.

One foot out the car—

Saxophone.

Not just any saxophone.

“Is that... the Detective Conan theme?”

She slammed the car door shut, getting back inside, one hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“Oh my god.”

Of course, Namjoon had left Taehyung to carry his flowers as he celebrated the discharge in his own little way.

The giggles fought hard to escape her as she tried to calm them before she actually got to the members, that is until one of the staff knocked on the door.

“Miya? They’re asking for you.”

She took a deep breath. Smile on. Heart barely in check.

The moment she stepped out, Namjoon and Taehyung turned to her in perfect unison.

She barely registered the press, the cameras, the staff. Her world narrowed to them.

Ten steps away…

They saluted.

“Sergeant Kim Namjoon of the 15th Infantry Division’s Military Band.”

“Sergeant Kim Taehyung of the II Corps Special Duty Team, Ssangyong Unit.”

“Reporting the successful completion of his compulsory military enlistment to Bang Yoonmi, otherwise known as Kim Yoonmi.”

A moment of silence passed between the three of them as the two boys brought their hands down sharply. Yoonmi could only grin at them before she lunged forward, pulling them both into a group hug.

“Welcome home,” she whispered.

Taehyung pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s good to be back, aegi.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you laughing at my Case Closed performance,” Namjoon lightly pinched her side.

“Come on,” she laughed as she pulled them to the van with her, “you can tell me everything in the car.”

Taehyung ruffled her hair. “Only if we can get drive-thru. We’re making sure you’ve eaten breakfast.”

[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 1

Surprise!!! I have six chapters of this and really need to start getting it out, so I figured with Act 1 ending last week and my backlog on this and Of Butterflies and Backstrokes (Olympic Swimmer) being so low thanks to me trying to the Halloween themed sequel to Icarus (Metal Band) that I would put this out until I build that back up and lower the amount of backlog this one has.

Summary: Eddie Munson is a in bind, set to go on a three month reunion tour, he is in need of nanny for his twin girls Janice and Joan since his partner, Ethan blew up their lives a year ago. Enter nanny extraordinaire, Steve Harrington. Both men struggle with treading the line between boss/nanny and their strong attraction to each other. Will Eddie learn to trust again? Will Steve realize that he was always meant to be right there by Eddie's side?

~

Eddie hung up the phone with a sigh. He wanted to do the tour, because of course he did. But he also had two very rambunctious little girls now. Eddie was a good dad, but he wasn’t the nurturing kind the way Ethan was. But sometime in the last year, Ethan had changed.

He had grown distant and cold, going as far as yelling at the girls which he never used to do. So Eddie quit producing music to give Ethan some much needed time for himself. Fat lot of good that did.

Because apparently Ethan was banging...well, just about everyone but Eddie’s friends. The pool boy, the guy who delivered their food, the cleaning lady, their personal trainer, hell even the barely legal dog walker got more of his husband’s dick than Eddie did.

Which he didn’t find out, by the way. Ethan had told him after handing him divorce papers and legally renouncing parental rights to Joan and Janice. He threw it in Eddie’s face the numerous affairs he had. The one thing he wouldn’t tell him was why.

Why was Ethan so unhappy when Eddie had done everything right?

He buried his head in hands. Janice and Joan were only four and they had been adopted at birth. They never met the mother and were only told that she didn’t want them and never wanted to see them ever again.

So how could Ethan look at those two little angels and decide the same?

Eddie was heartbroken and not ready to move on. So he had agreed to the tour as a way to cope with the sudden explosion of his life. His friends knew Ethan had left, but they didn’t know the extent of his ex’s destruction.

He thought about taking the girls with him, but they were too little. They wouldn’t have fun and would be more terrified then thrilled. So live-in nanny it was.

Thankfully he had a month to find someone who would cook and clean and watch the girls. Especially after having to fire all of his help in the wake of Ethan’s destruction.

He had this.

~

Eddie did not in fact have this. He only had three more days until he left and he was at his wit’s end. He had rejected candidate after candidate for a myriad of reasons. One only wanted part-time despite the ad before a live in nanny. Another said she was strict disciplinarian and thought spanking was the only way to teach a child. And even another just gave off weird vibes.

So he called the agency one more time.

“You’ve gone through all of our female nannies,” the woman huffed on the other end of the line. “We only have male nannies left, surly you don’t–”

“Just send the best male nanny you’ve got!” Eddie barked. “I don’t care about gender for fuck’s sake.”

“I’m not sure–” the woman protested but Eddie hung up on her.

He didn’t have time to listen to whatever excuse she was going to come up with. He was running out of time before the tour and needed someone. Anyone.

He got a call back five minutes later from another woman telling him that they would be sending over their best male nanny at 2pm if that was acceptable.

He sighed with relief. “Yes, that will be perfect. The girls will be down for their nap then.”

“That’s wonderful, Mr. Munson,” she said cheerfully. “The gentleman we are sending over, his name is Steve Harrington, and I sincerely hope he will be a good fit for you.”

“You and me both,” Eddie sighed again. “You and me both.”

~

When Steve got to the house, he would have liked to have said that he wasn’t impressed because he had seen dozens of large houses and even larger sprawling mansions in his time as a full time nanny, but he was. Very much so.

It wasn’t a gaudy modern monstrosity for starters. It liked a Victorian era manor that had been modernized for living in today. It gave off a spooky vibe, but in a fun way and not a horror movie way. Like the Addams family or the Munsters kind of vibe.

He really dug it.

He went up and knocked on the door. It swung open almost immediately to reveal a pretty, petite woman with sparkling green eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She had a sweet smile.

He knew this wasn’t the mother, the file said that it was a single father of twin girls. A rockstar of some sort, though Steve didn’t recognize the name. This must be some kind of servant or PA or something.

“Hi, I’m Steven Harrington,” he greeted putting out his hand for her to shake. “I have a two o’clock appointment with Eddie Munson about the nanny position.”

Her smile widened, dimpling her cheeks. “Hi, I’m Chrissy Cunningham, I’m Corroded Coffin’s manager. Come on in, he’s waiting for you.”

Steve followed her through the house. It was just as impressive as the outside. It was beautifully decorated in dark browns, reds, and black. God, he hoped he got the job. He could really see himself living here.

She opened the door to the office allowed him to walk through, closing it behind him. Which normally wouldn’t have been a problem for Steve but now he was in a room with the hottest guy he had ever seen in his life and he really didn’t need an erection at a job interview.

Eddie looked up, and yup. Steve was done for. He had the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen outside of a Disney cartoon.

“Mr. Munson?” he said, reaching out for a handshake, mustering up every ounce of professionalism he had. “Steven Harrington, how do you do? You can call me Steve.”

Eddie grinned back. “Hey, Steve. Thanks for coming at such a short notice. I understand you’ve been brought up to speed on everything I’ll be needed you to do?”

Steve crossed his legs and put his hands on his lap. Shit, even his voice was sexy as fuck.

“Yes, I’ll be watching the children twenty-four/seven,” Steve recited dutifully, “with doing all of the cooking and some of the cleaning.”

“That’s right,” Eddie said. “That normally wouldn’t be the case, but I’ve had to recently fire all of my staff. In fact, if you are hired on, you’ll be working with Chrissy over the next couple of months to help bring staff back on. I would be putting a lot of trust in you not to fuck me over.”

Steve nodded. It was a bit like Robin’s period dramas. He would be running the household while Eddie was away.

“Wouldn’t Chrissy be needed on tour with you?” he asked, not sure what her role actually was.

Eddie shook his head. “She usually does, but I need her here to help to get this house running again. It was hard enough trying to explain to the girls why everyone had to leave. Especially their other dad. She just has her own place and a very demanding job. And the other people I trust with my kids are going on tour with me, so...”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Steve said huffing out a chuckle. “I’m willing and able to take the job. There is just one more thing we have to do first.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I don’t think I offered you the job yet.”

Steve burst out laughing. “No, I don’t suppose you did. But you really should. I’m really good with kids, I’m great cook, my references are impeccable, I have a degree in early child development, and you’re desperately out of time.”

“I noticed that all your previous families had older kids,” Eddie said picking up Steve’s resume. “Can you explain that?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a sigh. “Unfortunately, despite being practically perfect in every way,” Eddie huffed out a small laugh, “if I was a woman I would be the most sought after nanny in the whole god damned state. Even more so if I was older fifty. But because I’m a young man not even thirty yet and all they see is a predator.”

Eddie winced. He held up a finger. He picked up his phone and called the agency. “Hello? Hi Nancy, this is Eddie Munson. Yes, I will be taking Steve Harrington on as my nanny. Thank you so much for sending him over. Can you tell me who it was the first person I spoke to this morning? Yes, yes that’s the one. Kindly inform her that pushing harmful stereotypes only makes you look stupid. Mhmm. Yes. Yes. I want her fired. Thank you. Goodbye.”

Steve looked at him in awe. “Oh wow.”

Eddie grinned at him but before he could open his mouth to say something more, Chrissy poked her head in. “Sorry to disturb you but guess who woke up?”

“Janice?” Eddie replied with a fond smile.

“And guess who woke up her sister because she wanted someone to play with?” Chrissy said.

“Also Janice.” He sighed and turned to Steve. “You want to meet my little monsters?”

Steve smiled and stood up. “That was the one thing I was going to suggest we do before you hire me, is meet the girls. But having met their dad, I can already tell they’re going to be a handful.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. But Chrissy laughed.

“Come on,” he said grumpily, “let’s go see the munchkins.”

Chrissy opened the door all of the way and Eddie and Steve followed her out. They reached the kitchen and there seating at a table were two of the cutest kids Steve had ever worked for. They both had light, curly brown hair and deep brown eyes, but that was where their similarities ended.

The one of the right had her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with a denim overalls over a pink shirt. The overalls had a cute pink kangaroo on the pocket on the front. The girl on the left had her hair carefully braided and wore light blue shirt and a black pleated skirt. They were both munching on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

“Meet Janice and Joan,” Eddie said brightly. “Janice is the one on the right and the other is Joan. Janice is the oldest by seven minutes and she never lets Joan forget it.”

Joan stuck her tongue out at her dad around her sandwich and then went back to munching on it. Janice looked over at Steve and cocked her head to the side.

“Who’s that, Daddy?” she asked. And suddenly Steve was struck by how much the little girl acted like her dad.

“Girls,” Eddie said sternly, “do you remember when I said that Daddy was going to be gone for three months and you were going to be looked after by a new friend?”

Joan scrunched her nose and Steve was endeared. “Is he like one of those nannies that were so mean to us?”

“No, of course not, Joanie,” Eddie said, “not a nanny...” He looked to Steve for help.

“I’m what’s called an au pair,” he said brightly. “I’m here to watch over you and do a little of the cooking and cleaning, too. A nanny wouldn’t do that right?”

Joan and Janice shared a glance. And Steve was struck for the first time that they were really were twins. They acted so differently that he had already put them in separate boxes. But they moved in unison as they both shrugged.

“I guess not,” Janice huffed. “Are you going to be fun like Chrissy or strict like Daddy?”

The adults laughed as Steve walked over to the table. “My hope is to be somewhere in the middle. But I guess we’ll just have to see.”

He turned to Eddie and Chrissy. “If it’s all right, I’d like to get started now, give the girls time to get use to my presence while you’re still here, Eddie. That way we can smooth out any real problems before you go.”

Chrissy and Eddie shared a glance.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, “that’ll be fine. Great even. I’ll give you a couple of hours to get your things and come back here. Would you be okay making us dinner?”

Steve beamed at him. “Sure, give me an idea of what you guys like and I’ll find something to make you. Let’s consider it part of the interview.”

Eddie smiled back. “Well I think you have yourself a deal.”

Steve and Eddie shook hands.

This was either going to the best decision of Eddie’s life or his worst. Currently the jury and his brain were still out on that one.

~

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