#cuddling with him right now he's kissing my head. not clickbait

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Bill Beckett... 🥰🩷

[kageyuji]

secretly dating (until you forget his camera is on)

⤷ atsumu, oikawa, iwaizumi, suna ; [gn!reader]

warnings/genre: secret dating trope, fluff, crack if you squint, ‘baby’ used as a petname (iwaizumi)

notes: reblogs are super helpful !! so pls reblog ;-; i’ll kiss you, not clickbait

━━ atsumu;

good luck </3

atsumu.exe has stopped working

he probably panics and leaves the class LMAO

still doesn’t change the fact that people realized what was happening; his phone lit up with several notifications from people

stepping into his room, you saw your boyfriend half asleep at his desk. he lifted his head at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open, humming softly. you smiled at him — he was adorable when he looked so sleepy.

“hey,” you said, setting your bag by the door.

you walked by him, kissing the top of his head as you went. he hummed softly again, smiling. after ruffling his hair, you continued to make your way to his bed. you sat cross-legged at the foot of it, waiting for him to finish whatever it was he was working on.

a chime was heard in the room, followed by two more. curiously, you looked towards his phone. he did too, a similar look of confusion on his face.

then his eyes widened, and he quickly moved to click the ‘end call’ button on his computer screen.

“what’s wrong?”

you moved to peek at his phone. he’d unlocked it and showed you the message from suna before you’d even made your way over to his desk though.

“angel, i had my camera on.”

“oh. just tell them you’re studying with me or something.”

“no, i mean,” he looked worried. “you kissed me. on the head, sure, but you wouldn’t do that if we were ‘just studying’.”

the reason you’d decided to keep your relationship a secret was something he’d done to protect you. he loved you, and he of course he wouldn’t let you doubt yourself.

that didn’t change the fact that his fans could get a little... possessive.

you hummed, stepping forward to kiss his forehead. “it’s fine. i know not to believe petty, jealous little middle schoolers.”

he laughed at that. “alright then. but... tell me if something happens, okay?”

━━ oikawa;

ngl a part of him was alright with this

he knew how protective his fans could get, and he hated the idea of one of them getting under your skin

but then again, he likes people to know you’re his, and that he’s yours

so he might be a little flustered at first, but he won’t deny it

“oh, tooru, listen. so-”

whenever you walked into his room, you hadn’t paid any attention to the fact that oikawa was still in class. but you heard the quick snap of his finger, looked up at him pointing at his computer.

“oh,” you say. a lot quieter this time. “sorry, baby.”

you try to be quiet about stepping out of your shoes. oikawa looked terrified though, so you were quick to walk over to him. that was when you noticed that there seemed to only be a few people in his class.

no, that wasn’t right, you realize. they were working on a project together — you’d heard oikawa complaining about it the other night. which means that his camera was on, and so was his mic.

“was that y/n?” iwaizumi’s voice sounded.

“uhm.” oikawa really couldn’t say anything else. he cleared his throat, then looked over to you. his chair rolled over to you a little grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back over to him.

his hands found your hips and he pulled you down onto his lap. still, he didn’t answer anyone. he just hooked his chin over your shoulder and smiled.

“lucky bastard.”

━━ iwaizumi;

he doesn’t care that much honestly — it was a mutual decision to keep the relationship quiet, neither of you wanted the attention that it would inevitably bring

after all, seijoh’s ace didn’t seem like the soft or romantic type

(he is, to the point that it surprises even him sometimes)

he’s not concerned for himself, he just doesn’t want you to be upset with him over it

“y/n? could you hand me a pen? should be on the nightstand.” iwa muttered, right after the ding signifying that he’d joined his class.

your eyes followed where he was pointing, and you reached over to grab the pen he was referring to.

“here.” you tossed the pen over to him.

he caught it with ease, clicking it and turning back around to face his desk. “thank you, baby.”

it was quiet for another second or two, and then you heard iwaizumi’s phone start to ding. hearing the noise twice made you look up, a third and fourth time coaxed you to crawl across the bed. a fifth made you speak.

“who is that?”

he just hummed, reaching for his phone. oikawa had a habit of double texting, which iwaizumi didn’t really mind, but he was supposed to be in class at the moment and didn’t want to get distracted.

and then his eyebrows shot up his forehead. quickly, he looked towards his computer, and you watched him click the camera and mic buttons. as they turned red, you realized.

“did... did you forgot to turn off your camera?”

“and my mic.” he said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

you could see the annoyance on his face. if you didn’t know iwaizumi as well as you do, you might have assumed all of it was annoyance. but it wasn’t — there was worry pooling in his stomach.

“are they off now?”

“yeah.”

you stepped off of his bed and padded over to where he was at his desk. your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“it’s fine. we can ignore them, kisses might distract us, no?”

“that is an option, yes.”

━━ suna;

suna loves you, which is why he wanted to keep the relationship a secret

while most of inarizaki’s fans fawned over the twins, particularly atsumu, it didn’t mean suna was without his own fans

besides, the attention that came with it wasn’t really something he wanted

whether that be from fans or his own friends

“rin,” you whined, stepping into his room.

you found him sitting on his bed, his computer in his lap and his back leaning onto the headboard. a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he looked over to you.

“hi, angel. what’s wrong?”

“tired.” you groaned, and made your way over to him.

he moved his computer off of his lap and patted the bed beside himself. you took that as an invitation to cuddle, so you moved over to lay beside him.

your back was pressed against his chest and one of his hands was wrapped around your waist. he propped his head up with his other arm.

he could see the computer from this position, but he couldn’t be bothered to turn over and check his phone. it was blowing up with notifications, but he figured it was just atsumu or someone yelling about something else.

“are you gonna look?” you said, though there was a slight slur to your voice; sleep was already beginning to takeover.

suna huffed and turned over, and before you could ask him what the notifications were about, he reaching over you to you his computer. you watched the camera button on his computer turn red and realized it’d been on.

“did- was that on the whole time?”

he gave you an apologetic look. “yeah, i didn’t-”

you shook your head. “jus let me nap. can worry about everythin’ later.”

he smiled and hummed, then wrapped his arm around you again. he pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “yeah, of course. sweet dreams.”

[berriusagi]

Stomach Bug Ch10

Doctor’s Visit

Alright I am back with another chapter and with this I bring something special. I want all of you to help me decide what our lovely Mari will be having so place your votes in the poll. 

LINK REMOVED

Thank you to everyone who voted I’ll be using the results gathered and I hope everyone’s happy with what the final tally was.

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“Damian’s not home right?” Tim asked, making his way into the Batcave where all the other bats sans Damian were sitting around the computer.

“No, tomorrow’s pixies first appointment with that new doctor so he decided to stay the night to give her moral support since she’s never been to a gyno before.” Jason said looking up from the files he was reading over, “honestly from what I’ve heard about what happens during those exams I don’t blame her for wanting a little support before going.”

“It’s all routine and can’t be any worse than the baby-making process.” Dick hummed typing away on the computer.

“I think that’s enough talk about that; why did you want to know Tim?” Bruce asked looking over at his second youngest.

“I found more info on Marinette thought I’d share with you all while Damian wasn’t here to stop me or compromise the data,” he explained walking over to the bat computer connecting his laptop to it.

The other men all sat silently around waiting for Tim to begin his presentation as he sorted through different encrypted files before bringing up a few pictures. “To begin her original name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her parents were bakers back in France, Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng,” Tim said pointing them out.

“Marinette told me they essentially kicked her out,” Bruce said crossing his arms, “They believed the words of some liar and threw her out. She lived with a friend her last year in Paris before moving here.”

“Wait, hold on,” Dick said turning to Bruce, “Her parents kicked her out when she was still a minor? Isn’t that illegal?”

“Yes, and they knew that, she mentioned that when she told her grandmother she came and took custody from her parents, who seemed more than happy to hand it over, and let her stay to finish out that school year with a friend then moved here to finish out her schooling.” Bruce nodded.

“Yeah that all tracks to what I found,” Tim nodded, showing them documents next, “I have here the transfer of custody, her transcript for moving here, as well as the adoption papers for Ivy and Harley. I also went ahead and started running some background checks on the people still in her phone.” he added typing away.

“Anyone, we should be worried about?” Jason asked leaning back in his seat content to just watching Tim work, “She told me a bit about one of her friends’ guy seemed a bit sketch when he was a Paris hero though now I think he’s meh but never got a name from her.”

“You said he was one of the heroes?” Tim asked looking over at Jason.

“Yeah, she said he gave up his miraculous after the fight because his dad was the villain and he didn’t think Ladybug would want anything to do with him if she found out who he was so he bit the bullet and gave it up. He left Paris shortly after to live with his aunt.” Jason said looking around at the others.

“If the villain were outed then it’d be easy to find out who his son was,” Tim said, turning back to the computer the clicking of keys filling the Batcave as he searched through multiple French websites. The other three just watched as screen after screen flew by before settling on a trashy tabloid-like website.

“I don’t think this is what could be considered a credible source Timmy,” Dick winced looking over all the clickbait titles and the like to dislike ratio on the articles.

“No, but it does have quite a bit on the Paris heroes,” Tim said scrolling through to articles that had more likes and seemed of better quality, “here we go, Hawkmoth Defeated: How a Recluse Held Paris Hostage.”

The four men all leaned forward reading through the article that detailed the final battle between Hawkmoth and the Paris Heroes with a written description of what happened as well as a video that seemed to have been taken from a mix of sources and spliced together. The article detailed what Hawkmoth had been doing for three years and in the end, revealed him and his accomplice to be Gabriel Agrest and his assistant Nathalie Sancoeur.

“So we know that Gabriel Agrest was the big bad so who was his kid?” Jason asked as Tim typed away.

“Adrien Agrest, teen model for the Agrest Fashion Label. Looks like after his dad got taken down he had to go through months of interrogations and court hearings just to prove his innocence. His mother was found dead in the Agrest Mansion and with no one else it looks like his aunt took him in once he was cleared.” Tim said reading through the files he dug up.

“That would mean he probably gave his miraculous to Pixie right after he was cleared. If he was going to do something sketch he’d just hold onto it.” Jason said.

“He probably was so messed up after the battle he didn’t want any connection to the miraculous I mean his father turned evil because of them.” Dick hummed crossing his arms.

The four fell silent as they took in the information they had received, “Well Tim you got anything on that liar?” Jason asked, tilting his head.

“This whole blog is about that liar.” Tim said motioning to the tabloid, “I’ll email you guys the link and read it at your own pace there is years of garbage on here.”

“Then with that, I think we should all be heading out. We'll go over more of what Tim found later for now we should get to work,” Bruce said, getting to his feet and moving to change into his costume.

The other three nodded as Tim packed up his laptop and stored it away before they all got dressed and took their way out of the cave to begin their nightly rounds.

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“So what do you think they found?” Marinette asked cuddled up to Damian's side on her bed with the hyenas crowded around them on either side resting their heads over their laps, “Chloe didn’t exactly hold back on mentioning certain names.”

“I would be surprised if Drake didn’t have an entire dossier on all your friends.” Damian said rubbing Marinette’s back, “You know he probably took all your contact info right?”

“Yeah oh well,” she shrugged turning to bury her face into his neck, “They were bound to find out eventually, might as well let some of the greatest detectives around have some fun piecing my life together.”

Damian hummed closing his eyes as he relaxed back into the plush pillows covering Marinette’s bed, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” he asked.

“A little,” she sighed tightening her grip on his shirt, “Mum told me what to expect and said she’d sit in the room with me if I wanted her to, you can’t exactly join me since we can’t have this whole thing getting out.”

“I’ll be waiting here for you when you get home don’t worry,” he said kissing her forehead, “now try to get some sleep you barely got any at the manor.”

Marinette nodded letting out a deep sigh as she shifted around to get comfortable between Damian and the hyenas. Eventually, she settled down and dozed off into a dreamless sleep with Damian rubbing her back and the familiar weight of Bud’s head on her hip.

Damian stayed up for a bit longer listening to the quiet sounds around and thinking over what to do for the next day. He eventually made his way into a dreamless sleep as well a bit after one AM when he finally managed to shut his mind off.

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“Marigold are you ready?” Ivy called from the kitchen as she looked through her back to make sure she had everything.

“Almost,” Marinette said, coming out in a comfortable knit sweater and skinny jeans, “I was looking for my purse. I think Lou took it,” she said, looking around in the usual spots for her bag.

“I’ll keep your wallet and Tiki in my bag we have to get going,” Ivy said, grabbing Marinette’s wallet off the counter and stowing it in her bag as Tiki flew over and settled into the bag as well giving Ivy a nod to close the bag once she was comfortable.

Marinette nodded and went back to her room grabbing her phone quickly checking it before putting it away in her pocket and leaned down kissing Damian’s cheek as he groaned slowly blinking his eyes open. “I’m leaving I’ll text you when we’re on our way back.”

“Okay habibti call me if you need me.” he yawned reaching up and pulled her down for a kiss, “good luck with your appointment I’ll see you after.”

Marinette nodded kissing him again as Ivy shouted for Marinette that they were leaving. She gave Damian another quick peck on the lips before pulling back and ran out to meet Ivy at the door. “Had to get my phone.” she smiled stepping out of the apartment and waited as Ivy locked up and ushered down to the cab waiting outside.

“Now remember Marigold just relax and everything will go smoothly, it will be uncomfortable but it won’t hurt okay.” Ivy said, settling into the cab beside Marinette and rubbing her back, “I can sit inside the room with you if need me to.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” Marinette said, taking a few calming breaths as they made their way to the doctor’s office. Once they arrived Marinette was starting to look a little green as they went through the check-in process and filled out their info.

Waiting for her name to be called felt like an eternity and her stomach was twisting into knots as she watched other women come and go through the office. Marinette sat there twisting her fingers in her sweater and took slow deep breaths trying to calm herself when the door opened, “Marinette?” a nurse called.

Marinette shot up her face going from pale to a deep red as she made her way to the nurse. The nurse smiled and ushered her inside and went about getting her blood pressure, “Hmm little elevated but I think it could just be your nerves.” the nurse smiled, and her height and weight.

“Alright girly so here’s your room I’m going to need you to completely strip down underwear and all then put this paper gown on opening to the front and here’s a privacy blanket for your legs.” the nurse said motioning to the items on the bed, “the doctor will be in here shortly.”

Marinette nodded as the nurse closed the door leaving her alone, “It’s just a check-up.” Marinette mumbled undressing and taking her time to carefully fold her clothes and set them on the table in the corner of the room. She put on the provided gown and settled on the table keeping her phone clenched tightly in her hand as she waited for the doctor to arrive.

It felt like an eternity when there was a knock at the door and the doctor stepped in, a petite redhead with a smattering of freckles covering her pale face, “Hello Miss Marinette I’m Doctor Amelia.” she smiled coming over to shake Marinette’s hand, “I see you’re here for a wellness exam and you’re expecting.”

“Uh yes,” Marinette coughed her voice, cracking a bit from her nerves, “I uh just found out a few weeks ago.” she blushed, gripping the paper blanket covering her legs.

Doctor Amelia nodded looking over the file, “This is your first-ever wellness exam yes?” she asked, taking a seat.

Marinette nodded keeping her head bowed trying to not let her nerves take over her.

“Okay sweetie we’ll go at your pace so just relax okay.” Doctor Amelia smiled setting the file aside and grabbed her stethoscope.

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The entire exam didn’t take more than five minutes before the doctor was cleaning up and stepping out to give Marinette some privacy to redress. Marinette wasted no time pulling her clothes back on and sending Damian a text saying, ‘Making this baby was less violating than that.’ before putting her phone in her pocket as there was another knock, “Miss Marinette if you're ready you can go to the front and schedule the next appointment.” Doctor Amelia said through the door.

Marinette walked over opening the door her face still a bit flushed, “Okay uh when should I come back next?” she asked.

“I think in a month should be enough time and we should be able to hear the heartbeat by then.” she smiled, “Your moms waiting for you upfront, and here’s the card to one of my nurses if you have any questions feel free to call her okay.”

“Thank you.” Marinette nodded, taking the card and quickly went to the front to meet back up with Ivy and schedule the next appointment and made their way out to walk back home.

“I think we should pick up some breakfast.” Ivy smiled putting a hand on Marinette’s shoulder as they walked. “There’s a nice little bakery around the corner should we pick up something from there?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Marinette nodded following Ivy down to the bakery and got in line looking over the different pastries they had for sale. Between the two of them, they picked out an array of sweet and savory options with Marinette making sure to pick out some vegetarian options for Damian. Soon they were walking out with two large bags and were walking down the street back to their home.

Upon entering both had to hold their bags of treats high out the reach of Bud and Lou trying hard to reach the goodies hidden away. Harley quickly came over pulling them back by their collars so the two could set the bags down in the kitchen.

Damian was settled at the table and got up coming over to help them unpack as Harley got some coffee and tea going as they all settled down to enjoy a bit of a late breakfast. Marinette ate her croissants and fruit danish taking small bites so as not to upset her stomach any further. The small group spoke of anything and everything as they enjoyed their meal. Harley taking the time to pick out the meat from her sandwich to give to the two hyenas and Damian holding a small conversation with Tiki as she munched on the cookies Marinette picked out.

“So when are you going back?” Harley asked looking over at Marinette as she bit into her bagel.

“In a month, the doctor said we should be able to hear the heartbeat by then,” Marinette said, finishing off her danish, “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You’ll be fine Marigold we’re here for you every step.” Ivy smiled ruffling her hair, “Now I think you should go lay down, maybe settle your stomach and your nerves. You were looking a bit green and tense after your appointment.”

Marinette nodded, finishing her tea and croissant before heading back to her room to lay down. Damian finished off his breakfast quickly and excused himself before following Marinette leaving the two sirens and the small goddess at the table.

“At least he’s good for our little Mari.” Harley hummed sipping her coffee, “So long as he makes her happy he can stick around I guess but not too sure I forgive him for knocking our baby up.”

“Oh, now you don’t like him?” Ivy chuckled, raising her eyebrow at her.

“Oh, I adore the kid but you know one of us has to give him the shovel talk eventually.” Harley chuckled getting up to clean the dishes and put the leftovers away.

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Natalie’s Half-Sister [Part 1 of 3]

Summary: Imagine being Natalie's half-sister and visiting her. Your week long vacation gets prolonged into a month and you hit it off with quite a few of the group.

Words: 4.3K Warnings: Language. Drinking. Most likely OOC since this is my first time writing for the Vlog Squad. I told myself I'd never write for real people, but the Vlog Squad got me fucked up, man. That said, I'm 95% sure I'll only keep these imagines platonic-friendly because I find it weird shipping someone with a real person. Then again these are the Vlog squad boys and they're quite flirtatious.

Having finished filming for David's latest video, a few members of the squad stick around to help David and Natalie clean up.

So after all the glass and broken drywall is swept up, the water all mopped up from where Zane threw a bucket of it on a small fire, and the demolished trash cans and ping pong balls taken out to the curb, everyone drops onto the couch with a tired sigh as Mariah proceeds to order a smorgasbord of food through Postmates.

"So David," Natalie drawls, attention focused on her phone as she addresses her friend. "I have a favor to ask."

"No, Natalie! You can't go on another vacation."

Those surrounding them laugh, Natalie included, but she rolls her eyes fondly as well. "Shut up. Y/N is coming to visit and I was wondering if she could stay with us."

"Y/N?" David lowers his camera. "Your sister Y/N?" He then slowly grins.

"Wait, what?" Zane leans forward in his seat, gaze darting between his two friends. "Natalie's got a sister and we're only hearing about this now?"

"It's because she's hot. She's hot, isn't she?" Todd laughs.

"She's my half-sister," Natalie says at the same time David answers, "Definitely hot."

"Wait a minute." Jeff looks up from his phone to address his friends. "So does this mean that if Natalie won't go on a date with me, then I can ask her sister?"

"Jesus," Natalie groans and then grips a couch pillow to swat Jeff with. "No hitting on my sister."

"No promises," He, Todd, and Zane all muse at the same time.

The room erupts with laughter.

Then finally, David says, "Y/N can stay with us. I don't mind."

"Thanks. She's only staying for a week, so.."

"That's fine," David assures her. "When does she get in?"

"Two days from now."

After a three and a half hour flight, you're more than ready to find your sister in the busy airport and go wherever it is she's putting you up for the week.

With the strap of your duffel bag hooked over your shoulder and you pulling your rolling suitcase behind you, your tired gaze scans the crowd waiting for their loved ones. It doesn't take you long to find your sister in the crowd, a familiar face at her side with a camera attached to his hand. David still looks the same, but it's obvious he's grown into his dorky appearance. The other two men, however, is what gives you pause. Both are incredibly good looking, dark haired, one clean shaven and the other with a fair amount of facial hair.

They're all joking and laughing, and you already know your week with them is going to be an entertaining one. The two unknowns with your sister put their heads together, laughing as they play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. The clean shaven one loses and after David has his camera pointed at him, the stranger stands up on a chair and shouts that he loves penis. Several people stop and stare while others laugh and continue walking. A few young teens get excited over seeing them, so while the guys are busy taking photos with their apparent fans, you pull down the sunglasses over your eyes and attempt to walk on by.

You've barely made it a few feet before someone is rushing in front of you, shoving a camera in your face. "Did you really just walk on by us, Y/N? How rude!"

You laugh and playfully shove the camera away. "Well if it isn't Dobrik all grown up. Tell me, David, have you boned my sister yet?"

David only cackles in response, lowering his camera to give you a brief hug. "You haven't changed a bit. Thank god."

"Neither have you," you say. "Well I lied. You finally grew into your looks."

"Hey!"

Laughter erupts and you watch the two other men join David, smiling. Arms wrap around your waist from behind and you manage to turn your head just so in order to spot your sister's beaming expression. "Natty. God I've missed you." You turn in her arms and give her a proper hug, sighing. "LA suits you, sister-mine."

As soon as she pulls out of the hug, she gestures to her two other friends with David. "Sorry for the welcoming committee. The whole squad has been non-stop trying to dig information up on you since I told them about you, and these two threw themselves into the back of David's Tesla when we were leaving to come here."

"Hey. I'm Jeff."

"And I'm Todd."

You laugh at their too charming smiles, shaking your head as David films the entire encounter. "Y/N," you say. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too. And let me take that for you," Jeff says as he reaches for the strap of your bag. "It looks kind of heavy."

"It's not."

"And I'll take the suitcase," Todd's quick to jump in, taking your suitcase from your hand.

You laugh as your sister groans. "Aw, Natty, your friends are adorable."

Arm in arm, you and your sister then walk out of the airport as David continues to film you and his friends acting a little too chivalrous. David and Natalie end up taking the driver and front passenger seats, leaving the boys to play yet another game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would be sitting with you in the middle seats. Todd wins.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Natalie asks after setting up David's camera on the dash.

"Honestly? I just want to keep things chill. And that goes for my entire stay here. Don't go out of the way to plan something special. If you're gonna stay home and edit videos, that's fine with me. I'm seriously okay with whatever."

The entire car goes quiet and the group start to nervously chuckle.

"Goddammit," you grumble. "What did you do?"

"There may or may not be a party happening tonight to welcome you," David giggles.

Smiling, you shake your head. "You're really trying to get me to relive my party days. Shame on you, Davey."

"Party days," Todd muses. "That makes you sound old." Laughter fills the car, it dwindling when you shrug.

"Well I am older than Natty."

Todd quirks an eyebrow. "How old?"

"Old enough."

"Yes!" Jeff cheers from the back. "I can hit on this one without feeling weird."

Glancing over your shoulder, you wink. "Flirt all you want, hot shot, but I don't do hook-ups or relationships."

Natalie turns around in her seat, smirking. "Fun fact about my sister, guys, is that Y/N doesn't have sex."

Todd practically gapes. "Like at all?"

You shake your head. "I will hold hands, I will cuddle, and I will make-out, but nothing more. I'm just- I'm not hardwired like everyone else."

David suddenly cackles, he pulling over to the side of the road and picking up his camera. Turning around in his seat, he says, "Look at Todd and Jeff, guys. They just found out that Natalie's sister doesn't do sexual intimacy and they look like someone murdered their dogs."

You and Natalie laugh, and you reach over to grab Todd's hand. "Aw. Don't pout. If it helps any, you and Jeff are really attractive. I just don't feel the need to have sex with you."

Jeff leans forward. "But you will make-out with us. Right?"

You glance at him again, grinning. "We'll see."

- X - X - X - X - X -

David's house leaves you in awe when you get there. He and Natalie give you a tour when Todd and Jeff take their leave to get dressed for the party, and you end up shedding a couple of tears over how proud you are of him. David laughs it off, but you and Natalie can see how much it means to him to hear that you're proud of him.

Natalie then ends up ordering the three of you a late lunch/early dinner and encourages you to eat as much as you can because the alcohol will be flowing later that night and she doesn't want you to get too sick. Then after you nap off your food baby in the guest room Natalie had set up for you, you shower and dress in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a white sports bra that's visible through your mesh crop top.

You go searching for your sister, only to find her in David's room and helping him choose a decent outfit. Laughing, you fall onto his bed and then snatch up one of his numerous Clickbait caps.

"Hey, can I wear this?" David glances at you and watches as you put his cap on backwards, fixing your wavy hair to drape in front of your shoulders.

"Yeah." He turns back around, but then quickly faces you once more. "Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but is it okay if I use the footage with you in it? I kind of need your permission to post anything you're in."

"Yeah. Go for it. I don't mind."

"Thanks."

People soon start showing up and you're introduced to every one of Natalie's friends. Zane is, by far, the loudest and most blunt with his first impression of you. Being called baby and hot amuses you to no ends, and then you're relieved to see that when the camera is turned off their personalities are a lot more calmer.

There's a bit of pre-gaming before David turns his camera back on, Todd and Jeff letting everyone know about your personal choices pertaining to dating, or the lack there-of, when Jonah and Dom take their flirting a little too far. Everyone seems a little surprised, but you're relieved when they respect your choice and a few volunteer themselves to make-out with you should you feel yourself wanting to kiss someone. You laugh it off, but make no promises.

When everyone is loose-limbed and loose-lipped, David finally turns his camera back on. Lights are dimmed, multi-colored lights flash, and a tray of shots are passed around.

"A toast!" Zane shouts, already glassy-eyed. Everyone gathers around, shot glasses raised. "To Y/N! Baby girl, you are a hottie and I honestly hope you let loose enough to stick your tongue my throat. I'm game." The group cheers and you snort, laughing.

"To Y/N!" Everyone then shouts before downing their shot.

"Y/N. Y/N, wake up." You startle at the voice and the gentle nudging of your shoulder, flinching as the lights are suddenly flooding the room. David laughs and you groan when you see the camera in hand, pulling up the sheet to cover your face. "Wake up, sleepy head. Your sister went out to get some lunch."

"Screw you. I'm never drinking with you guys again." David laughs some more. Then after making sure you're not going to barf, you shove the sheet away. "How bad was it? I feel like shit, so.."

"You and Mariah ended up dancing atop my pool table. I've never seen Heath look so happy before."

"Anything else?"

"Not as bad as you're thinking. The squad really likes you. Natalie was happy you got along with everyone."

"That's good."

"Yeah. Now get up and shower. Natalie will be home soon."

"Okay," you mumble, rolling over onto your side and letting your eyes close once more.

"I'm serious, Y/N. If you don't get up in five minutes, you're not going to like your wake up call."

Unfortunately for you, you don't listen to David and then someone's bursting into the room. Water splashes you and you shriek, sitting up only to see a hungover Zane cheering. "Ice bath, baby! Get 'ya perky ass up. Food's here."

"You. Are. Fucking. Dead."

Zane blows you a kiss and takes off running.

- X - X - X - X - X -

After taking a warm shower, you dress in a pair of leggings and yet another sports bra beneath a baggy tank top. You accept Zane's hug and apology for the rude wake-up call, and then eat the greasy burger and fries Natalie had slid in front of you.

Your sister and David have hours of footage to go through and edit for his next video, so you have absolutely no problem dropping onto the lovesac (giant beanbag) in the living room while they edit on the couch several feet away from you, but only after you've down some ibuprofen. You're in and out of sleep, eyes fluttering open every time someone pops in real quick for a visit.

Todd, Scott, and Jason stick around, laptops in front of them and headphones plugged in as they edit their own stuff.

You end up falling asleep, only to be jolted awake by something jumping onto your lap. "Wha-" There are sounds of panting and then slightly heavy footsteps walking up your body until a flat tongue is sweeping across your cheek. "Aw. Doggie," you sleepily chuckle, petting the animal.

"Nerf, no! Get down."

You manage to fully open your eyes and spot Jeff looking a bit alarmed that the dog has jumped on you, but you wrap your arms around the dog as it lays down atop your chest. "He yours?"

"Yeah. Sorry 'bout him."

"Don't be," you smile, gently scratching around the dog's neck. "Dogs are my favorite." Turning onto your side, Nerf slides off of you but he doesn't go far. In fact, he lays right in front of your chest and snuggles in. Then chuckling softly, you curl around the dog. "Oh my god. I want one so bad."

"Hey Jeff," David suddenly pipes up. "How does it feel to have the hot girl cuddling your dog rather than you?" His friends all laugh, including your sister who snaps a picture of a pouting Jeff as he stares down at you.

"Like a cosmic joke."

"Aw, Nerf, daddy seems jealous. Should we allow him to cuddle too?"

"Yes." Before you can even laugh, Jeff is sliding up behind you.

Everyone laughs louder and more video/pictures are taken. "I'm down for some good cuddling, but if your hand ends up on my tit I'm gonna throat punch you."

"She'll do it too," Natalie muses. "Trust me."

"Noted." Jeff's arm stays draped over your bare waist and you soon find yourself drifting off back to sleep.

"That dog is seriously the luckiest little shit I've ever met," Todd grumbles.

You have no idea how long you've been asleep until a phone ringing startles you awake. You're no longer cuddling a dog, but a person instead, and as you glance up at the equally sleepy face you grimace. "I did it again, didn't I?"

Jeff yawns. "Did what?"

"When I get cold I tend to curl into the nearest source of warmth. I'm so sorry."

He chuckles as you unwrap yourself from him. "Don't be. That was the best nap I've had in a while."

Then glancing around, you notice the living room is empty and it's starting to get dark outside. "Where is everyone?"

"Hey, you guys are finally awake!" Natalie enters the room and she readily pulls you up from the giant beanbag you'd fallen asleep in. "Since last night was a bit wild, David rented out a theatre for ourselves. We can watch a movie and still be loud little shits without ruining anyone else's movie night."

"That's fine." You stretch and then guiltily glance at Jeff before looking back at your sister. "I really wish you'd have woken me earlier. I only met your friends yesterday and already I wrapped myself around one like a-"

"Y/N," Jeff chuckles. "It's fine. Really."

"It really isn't," you frown. Natalie faintly smiles as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "We only met yesterday and if I made you uncomfortable-"

Natalie snorts. "Doubt it."

"Listen to your sister," he tells you. "It was only cuddling. I know where you stand and I'm cool with it. At least this way I know you're the only girl I can actually just sleep with without you trying to wheedle anything out of me."

You nervously chuckle at his pretty smile. "You sure? Like I didn't cross any lines?"

"I'm positive. In fact, if you want a cuddle buddy for the rest of your stay, all you have to do is ask."

Sighing in relief, Natalie finally laughs at you. "Now that that's settled, you two need to shower and get dressed. We're getting dinner before heading to the movies."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

The next few days are a whirlwind of drinking, laughter, cuddles, and pranks. You seemed to fit in rather flawlessly with your sister's friends and it was a running joke that you'd end up in a threesome with both Jeff and Todd because after that night with you cuddling Nerf and then cuddling Jeff, the boys seemed to find you fair game as a cuddling partner. More often than not, it was Jeff or Todd cuddling you or placing their head in your lap and falling asleep when your nails lightly raked against their scalps.

Now it's the morning of the day before you're set to fly back home, but instead of doing anything, you're laying in bed with your sister as you lazily scroll through social media.

"You ready to head back home tomorrow?" Natalie asks.

"No," you mumble. "I've forgotten how much I loved being around you and I've grown quite fond of your friends."

"They're your friends too," she grins. "Even though some might secretly wish there was something more going on."

"Christ," you chuckle, rolling onto your side to face your sister. "I've never met a more attractive group of people. I recently found myself wishing I was sexually attractive to people just so I could sit on one of their faces."

"Oh my god!" Natalie cackles, her phone falling and hitting her in the face. Her hands then cover her face as she continues to laugh, it completely masking the sound of her bedroom door opening.

"Room for one more?" You turn and see David standing there, still a little sleep mussed with his camera and laptop in hand.

"Sure."

As Natalie tries to control her giggles, you roll out of bed and let David take the middle. Then once he's situated, you climb back in. "What did I miss?" He asks, absentmindedly turning on his camera and angling the lens towards you three. When you only smile and shrug, he then says into his camera, "Look, guys, I'm living the dream right now." He moves it around to show you and Natalie on either side of him.

You flip off the camera just in time for Natalie to tell him what he had missed moments ago. "Y/N admitted to wanting to be sexually attractive to our friends so she could sit on their faces."

David cackles as a blush heats your face. "Who?" He wonders.

"Nope. Not telling. Knowing you, you'll tell them what I said or put this clip in your next video and surprise them. I'm not stupid, Davey."

"Come on, Natalie, tell me since your sister won't."

"I don't know either!" She laughs. "We didn't get that far into the conversation."

Luckily for you, before David can pester you for any more information, your phone starts to ring and you see Boss Lady flash across the screen. "Oh shit, guys. I need to take this." David and Natalie instantly calm down, and you sit up to answer the call. "Hello?"

The call goes no way near what you expected and your blood slowly starts to boil as your boss reprimands you over the phone. You can feel yourself getting agitated, so you crawl out of bed, choosing to pace by Natalie's closet. "So let me get this straight," you say, voice cold. David and Natalie lose their grins, the snickering coming to a full fledged stop as they watch you. "Because no one wanted to listen to me when I said nurse Tyler wasn't ready for solo rotations, I'm the one being punished for her screw up?"

The bedroom door slams open, making you flinch, but before a clearly exuberant Zane can say anything, David and Natalie wave him off and gesture for him to join them on the bed. Seeing your eyes flash and jaw clench as you remain on the phone, Zane clamps his mouth shut and plops down on the foot of your sister's bed. "With all due respect, ma'am, this is such a bullshit call. I'm well aware I was the one in charge of her training, but I warned you before I left for vacation that nurse Tyler wasn't picking up as quick as you'd hoped. I told you she wasn't prepared to be on her own and even left clear instructions for the other nurses on shift to help nurse Tyler should she find herself overwhelmed."

Once again the door opens and it's almost comical as the three other occupants of the room wave their arms in hopes of catching Jeff's attention to not make any noise. His smile quickly falls and he warily joins the others on the bed as you huff over the phone. Aware of all eyes on you, you will yourself to not cry the angry tears threatening to fall.

Your boss' next words have you freezing, eyes subtly widening. "Suspended without pay?" You repeat the words back, almost in disbelief. Even your sister and friends seem shocked. "Are you kidding me!? It wasn't my call to let nurse Tyler out on the floor!" More words are had until your shoulders slump in defeat, but the anger is still there simmering. "Aw. Bless your heart, ma'am," you mockingly coo. Natalie snorts. "But I have a better outcome for you: I quit." With that you end the call, squeezing your phone until you just let it drop with a sigh.

The room is eerily quiet until, "Did you just say bless your heart?" Zane muses.

Natalie starts to giggle. "In Texas speak, she just told her boss fuck you."

David and Zane laugh, and Jeff appears surprised. You shrug. "She wanted to punish me for someone else's mistake. The hospital I work for has been having a lot of problems lately and a couple of the doctors are sketchy as fuck. I've been meaning to look elsewhere for a job and she just gave me the push I needed to finally quit."

"Hold up!" Zane sits on his knees, staring at you intently. "You're a nurse!?"

"Yes." And before Zane can ask anything else, you hold up a hand. "And no I don't own a sexy nurse costume, nor will I model one for you."

He deflates. "You're such a buzzkill."

Everyone laughs and it's David who then finds his voice, realization dawning. "Holy shit. Did you really just quit your job?"

"Yep."

"You know what this means. Right?" Natalie then asks. "You don't have to fly out tomorrow. With no job, you don't have to be back home for anything."

"What? No," you laugh. "I've already disrupted your lives for a week."

"So? Lets make it a month." You gape at David, content to let him record whatever plan he's no doubt concocted in that brain of his. "Anyone got a quarter?"

"Yaassss, baby," Zane cheers. "Where we going?"

"What?" You glance around in confusion and it's Jeff who takes pity on you as Natalie searches for a quarter.

"The last time David flipped a quarter, if it lands on heads, we go on a trip of his choosing."

"Oh."

You tiredly sigh and pick your phone up from the floor. "You okay?" He then asks.

"Hmm?" You see Jeff's concerned expression and flash him a small smile. "Yeah. I really have been meaning to find a job elsewhere. My boss just gave me an excuse to finally quit and get on with it."

"You can always find a job out here," he then muses. "It's LA. There are jobs everywhere."

"Aw. Are you gonna miss me, Jeff?" You tease.

"Maybe." He shrugs. "But Natalie will miss you more. Since you've been here, she's been a lot more happier. Everyone can see it."

"You say that now. Just wait until she has to see me day in and day out for a month. She'll be ready for me to leave then."

Jeff grins, but then Zane catches everyone's attention as he makes phone call after phone call to the rest of their friends. He tells everyone to get to David's asap without giving away the surprise and half an hour later you find yourself with your legs draped over Jeff's lap as you both absentmindedly look at hospitals hiring around the area just in case.

"Okay so what's going on?" Heath asks as he and Mariah are the last to show up.

David stands, camera in hand, recording. "Y/N just quit her job earlier today and from the sounds of it she had a real shitty boss." Everyone boos and glances at you in sympathy. "So to cheer her up, I thought we'd play a game." David pinches a quarter between his forefinger and thumb, holding it up for all to see. "Heads we go to Vegas tonight, tails we move Y/N out here tomorrow."

"What!?"

"Deal." Natalie snatches the quarter from David, beaming. "Its a win-win for me," she says. "I either get to go to Vegas with you or I get to live with you. I'm taking this deal for us." And before you can refuse, Natalie flips the coin.

Everyone seems to hold their breath and then when it lands, David zooms in. "WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS!"

The whole group cheers simultaneously, laughing hysterically. Natalie rushes over to you, falling into your lap and making Jeff groan. "This is going to be so much fun."

[imagining-supernatural]

The First Paparazzi Ambush

Part 16 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: Reporters ambush you outside of the hospital

Word Count: 2,225

“Babe, it means something if you’ve slept in his bed for the last week,” Jasmin was saying in your ear as you left the hospital.

You waved at one of your nurses when you passed her, waiting until you were out of earshot of everyone before replying. “It means he took your advice about cuddling very seriously. That’s it.”

She huffed. “I swear, he could kiss you and you’d think he was just being friendly.”

Okay, no one said anything about kissing. And there was a very good reason. Reason being that your heart wouldn’t calm the fuck down. “Cool theory, Jaz.”

“Not a theory. My aunt’s psychic abilities just transferred to me and I know things. He wants to kiss you. Trust me on this. But you’re so damn closed off to romance. Sweetie, if you’d just open up—”

“Cute how you’re thousands of miles away and think you know what’s happening over here.” Before stepping outside, you paused just long enough to shrug on your jacket. It was starting to get chilly, and you were especially susceptible to getting sick, due to your treatment. As a result, Seb constantly made you promise to take every single extra precaution you could to avoid that. “Anyway, I’m heading out of the hospital right now, so I’ll call you tomorrow. Enjoy your date tonight!”

“Third date, bitch. I’m gonna get me some, especially since you’re too stubborn to take a bite of that fine piece of—”

Before she could finish that thought, you hung up. You didn’t need any more of her matchmaking efforts clouding your mind. It was hard enough keeping your feelings in check without her voice bouncing around in your head.

You took a deep breath before walking out of the hospital. Sean was leaning against the car, waiting for you. Over the last five weeks, you’d gotten to know him pretty well. Which is why you knew something was up when his eyes flickered away from you once you were halfway to him and he pushed off his car, ready for action,

“Y/N Y/L/N!” The shock of a stranger calling your name froze you in your tracks and you turned just in time for a microphone to be shoved in your face.

“How do you respond to the allegations that you are responsible for your mother’s death?”

“How do you live with yourself for giving up your nephews?”

“Does Sebastian know you’re using him for his money?”

More microphones were grappling for best position as you were blinded by camera flashes.

It was like sleep paralysis: watching the demon at the foot of your bed but not being able to move. There was nothing you could do to stop this assault. Your biggest fear, at the moment, was coming to light in a very public way.

“Hey, hey, HEY!” You watched from underwater as Sean elbowed his way through the sudden crowd and tucked you under his arm. “Who the fuck do you think you are, accosting someone outside of a hospital?”

“America deserves to know the truth,” one reporter snarled.

Sean ignored them and manhandled you to the car, not stopping until you were safely in the backseat behind tinted windows. The rush of trying to get to a safe zone made an abrupt halt, and it was as if the entire world convalesced into the air between your feet. Your world seemed to spin as you stared at the carpet on the car floor.

“Fuck,” you muttered as he pulled away from the hospital.

Responsible for your mother’s death…

Using Sebastian for his money…

“You okay back there?”

For a long minute, you didn’t answer. Hell, he knew you weren’t. It was obvious. So obvious that you didn’t answer his question. Instead, you said, “I better call Seb. Give him a head’s up if he doesn’t know already.”

“You’re allowed to take a breath, you know?” Sean said. “I’ve driven a lot of people, and scenes like that are never easy. It’s okay to not be okay right now. Sebastian will understand if you take a minute before calling him.”

“We knew this was coming,” you said, flipping your phone over and over in your hand. “It’s not like it’s a surprise.”

“It is today. For you. Right now. Just because you knew it was coming didn’t mean you were prepared for it right now.”

Your eyebrows drew together as you regarded your friend. At your silence, he caught your eyes in the rearview. “Sean, are you, like, a psychologist?”

He laughed. “No, just married to one. I’ve picked things up over the last few years.”

“Your wife is one smart woman.”

“That she is.”

“Would she say I’m calm enough to call Seb now?”

He nodded, giving you a reassuring smile.

With that, you dialed Seb’s number, trying to remember what he was doing right now. Meeting with his agent? Is that what he said this morning before you left? Maybe skyping with his mom? He had mentioned something about his mom today.

And suddenly you were worried what she would think of everything that came out. You’d spoken with her a few times to assuage her worries regarding her son’s sudden marriage and she was so nice and understanding. God you hoped this didn’t—

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, uh, how’re you?” Your voice sounded so false, and you knew Seb would pick up on it. “How’s your day going?”

He paused before slowly asking, “What’s going on, sweetheart? You sound worried.”

“There were reporters. Outside the hospital.”

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said before reevaluating. “I mean, no. But Sean was there. He got me to the car and… and is now driving in the wrong direction? Sean?”

“Just driving around for a bit in case someone tries to follow you home.”

“He’s kidnapping me,” you relayed to Sebastian.

“As long as he gets you back before your treatment tomorrow,” Sebastian said, trying to sound casual, but you could hear the tension in his voice from your earlier revelation.

You, however, relayed a different message to Sean. “Seb says good riddance.”

“I’m putting up the privacy glass so you can’t use me to put off this conversation any longer.”

“Fuck you, Sean. You don’t know me.”

“What was that?” he raised his voice as the glass also raised. “I can’t hear you over the sound of your procrastination.”

The glass closed you off from Sean and you slumped back in the seat. “He’s ignoring me now. Put the glass up and everything. Totally cut me off. Some friend he is.”

“How are you, really? I know this is the last thing you wanted to happen.”

You sighed. “It was going to happen eventually. I knew that. And it sucks. I’m glad Sean was there. I, uh, I kinda froze.”

“Can’t blame you. Shit, I hoped they would draw a line, at least, at the hospital.”

“Yeah, well,” you scoffed. It was hard not to fall into your hole of self pity. Your first instinct was to say something like what in my life ever works out like that, but you somehow reigned yourself in. After all, your odds were all over the place lately. You couldn’t use a blanket statement of despondence for your life anymore. The last month sure had taken a turn for the better. Ever since you met Sebastian. “Hey Seb?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

“Will you be home when I get there?”

“I’m here now.”

“Okay. I, uh…” Your pinky slipped from the corner of your phone to your mouth and you bit at your fingernail. It took a second and a deep breath before you could admit, “I need a hug. So that’s good.”

“Have Sean drop you off in the garage by the elevator. I’ll be waiting.”

“Cool.” Cool? Who the hell responded to a hot guy saying I’ll be waiting for you with the word cool? An idiot: that’s who. “Anyway, I guess I should let you go so you can, I don’t know, call your PR team or whatever.”

“I can do that later. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sean right now. His wife’s a psychologist so I’m sure he’ll enjoy psycho-analyzing me with all of his second hand psychology knowledge.”

“Okay.” You could tell he didn’t like it, but he accepted your decision anyway. “Promise me you won’t look anything up online yet, okay?”

“No, yeah, definitely. Unless you, Jasmin, or the hospital calls or texts, I won’t use my phone at all. I’ll just annoy Sean until he decides we’ve lost our imaginary tail and takes me home.”

“If you need me before then…”

“I’ll call. Don’t worry.”

“Okay. See you soon…” The way he trailed off felt like there was more he wanted to say. But after a moment of silence, you repeated the farewell and hung up.

After you took a moment to be by yourself, you tapped on the glass and Sean lowered it. He drove aimlessly for ten minutes more, then started taking pointed turns to get you home. Before you knew it, you were in the underground garage that was – thankfully – reporter free.

Sean parked the car and twisted around in his seat to look at you. “Tell Sebastian that, on days he’s not with you, I’ll make sure to walk you into the hospital and pick you up inside the hospital until things calm down.”

“He’ll appreciate that, thanks.” You went about gathering your purse and unbuckling your seatbelt. “I do too.”

“And, Y/N?” Sean waited until you looked up at him. “Whatever those reporters ask you, it’s all trash. I don’t know much about you, but I know you’re a damn good person and they’re just looking for some good clickbait. Don’t give it to them.”

“A psychologist and a media specialist,” you mused, a light smile on your face. “I’m learning so much about you today, Sean. And thank you. For everything you do. Seriously.”

He let the moment simmer warmly for a moment before jerking his head to your door. “Now get outta here. Your man’s over there looking anxious to see you.”

“He’s not really my man,” you muttered, opening your door. As soon as the door opened, Seb pushed off the wall and walked your way.

Sean called your name and you leaned down to peer into the car, only to be greeted by a teasing grin. “Keep telling yourself that lie if it helps. I’ve seen you two together.”

Sebastian wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned down to thank Sean before drawing you to the elevator. Once the doors are closed and the floor selected, he pulls you into his arms and leans back against the elevator wall. “You said you needed a hug.”

“Or two,” you mumble, cheek pressed against his heart. Standing this close to Sebastian made it nearly impossible to shove away Sean and Jasmin’s voices and opinions of your relationship with the man.

The soft whir of the elevator rising suddenly brought forward your memories of watching Grey’s Anatomy and a quiet giggle escaped your lips. A slight shift of his body prompted you to pull back just enough to look up at Sebastian’s questioning look.

“Sorry, it’s just… elevators. And emotions. Grey’s Anatomy. Ya’know.”

Understanding lights up his face before a spark ignites in his eyes. You were too focused on his eyes to notice his arms moving until he was gripping your hips. “If this were the elevator at Seattle Grace, I think we’d be more like…”

He used his hold on your hips to suddenly reverse your positions. The elevator was at your back, and he was caging you in, crowding your space.

You knew you should say something. Disrupt the suddenly heavy atmosphere that had descended. But his eyes were boring into yours, head leaning closer, tongue wetting his lips, and you couldn’t move. In a rare moment of honesty, you admitted to yourself that you didn’t want to move. Eyes closing, breaths drawing nearer, heart skipping…

Elevator stopping.

Doors opening.

Moment: ruined.

Sebastian groaned and turned to face the newcomer. His tee-shirt stretched across his back, tight across his muscles. As soon as your brain remembered it needed to work outside of the gutter, you realized that he was shielding you. Protecting you.

Not that it was necessary. A man entered, barking orders into a phone. It seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence.

Even as oblivious as he was, the presence of a stranger flung you back to the moment you heard your name outside the hospital. That fear. Their questions had unexpectedly reminded you of those days, years ago, when you’d felt so alone.

But you weren’t alone now.

To remind yourself, you slid your hands from where they were resting on Seb’s waist until your arms were wrapped around him, tugging him to lean back against you. The weight of his body on yours was grounding, as were his fingers tangling with yours. Neither of you said anything, instead, listening to the man yammer away about some business deal that was about to fall through.

Just before the elevator arrived at your floor, Sebastian brought one of your connected hands up to his lips and brushed a kiss across your knuckles.

Ahh!!! That almost kiss!!!! But now her past is starting to get out there for the world to see... that can’t be good...

CHAPTER 17: THE SURPRISE ILLNESS

[mrsdobrik]

CHAPTER 15:

It was Saturday night the week after the clickbait hoodie incident and Y/n was in David’s room getting ready to meet some other of his friends. She had spent the whole day at his house but knowing this meeting was coming she had come prepared so that she would actually have appropriate clothing this time around. She was now wearing a short black dress that showed just a bit of cleavage. It was definitely sexier than most of her dresses. 

She was finishing applying a thick coat of pink lipstick when David knocked on the door. She told him to come in and looked at his reflection in the mirror as he reacted to her outfit. 

A million thoughts went through his head, most of them not family friendly at all. He loved the sweet, girly version of Y/n is cardigans and pastel dresses but he was really digging this version too. 

“Well what do you think?” She said, doing a little twirl.

“I think you look gorgeous, as always” he said leaning down to kiss her. “Are you ready?”

Y/n said yes but she wasn’t truly sure. Meeting David’s friends was a big step and it meant that she would be judged by the harshest panel ever. She would do the same thing for her friends, you want to make sure your friend is dating a nice person but it was her first time on this side of the conversation. And this just wasn’t any normal introduction, she was officially meeting the vlog squad and David was famous so his friends would try to protect him from being taken advantage of. 

David could see the wheels spinning inside Y/n’s brain. He took her hand and said

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s going to be okay, they are going to love you. Besides you’ve already met most of them.”

“It’s not the same and you know it.”

“Look, you’ve already got Nat and Zane on your side, how hard can winning over the rest be?”

“Well, we’d better go find out” she said and they went into the living room. 

…

An hour later she had met the rest of the squad and was sitting on the couch next to David while he talked. It had gone fine, but it wasn’t the warmest of welcomes, she felt observed and uneasy. She told David that she was going to go grab some water and asked if he wanted anything to drink. 

She got off the couch and went to the kitchen but instead of going straight back she stood by the kitchen aisle for a moment just watching him interact with his friends. Then Mariah approached her.

“Hey girl!” she said before following Y/n’s eyes to where Dave was sitting “It’s hard at first but it gets easier I promise.”

“How long did it take before it got easier?” Y/n asked now looking at Mariah. 

“You know, about one or two years.” she said, making them both laugh. 

“I think it's great that he has such a tight group of friends. I moved here about eight months ago and I still haven’t made many friends here, just my roommate, she is amazing.”

“Where are you from?”

“Y/h/t”

“Was it a big change moving here?”

“Huge! I am very tight with my family and moving away broke my heart but I had this weird feeling that told me moving was the right way to go.-”

“Do you miss your family?” Mariah asked

“Everyday. And you?”

“I do, but it gets easier.”

“Hey! Were you going to come back with that water?” Dave asked, approaching them. 

“Yes, sorry” Y/n said before passing him the bottle 

“That’s alright! You two are coming with me though, we are going to play a game.”

“What are we playing?” Mariah asked

“Never Have I Ever baby!!” Zane said now joining the conversation. 

“Ohhh fuun! I’ll go first…” Erin said “Never have I ever… said ‘I love you’ just to get laid.” some people at the table drunk but neither Y/n nor David did.

“I’ll go next...Never have I ever had an open relationship.” Heath asked. Almost no one drank during that one. 

“Never have I ever been unfaithful.” Corinna said. 

“Never have I ever had sex with someone who is also playing the game.”  Zane stated and a few of the people playing had to drink… but not Y/n and David.

“Why aren’t you two drinking? Stop cheating!!” Carly said.

“It’s not cheating if we haven’t had sex, and we haven’t.” David said shrugging his shoulders. 

“Yeah right! And that’s why she came out of your room wearing your clothes Tuesday morning…” Jeff said.

“She stayed over and we cuddled, that’s it.” Dave said wrapping his arm around a very blushed Y/n. 

“It’s true” Y/n said. 

It took awhile for everyone to move on to the next question, but they eventually did. Yet Y/n was still hung up on the question and the conversation that would inevitably come afterwards. 

...

Once everyone else left and Nat went to bed Y/n and David went into his room. She thought maybe he would have forgotten about the whole conversation, but he didn’t. 

“Babe?” David said, looking at her as she took her makeup off in front of the bathroom mirror. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure…” Y/n answered knowing what was coming.

“Are you a virgin? There is nothing wrong with it if you are, I just…” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Ohh, okay… but you are not planning on waiting till marriage, are you?”

“Of course David, I am not a sinner” She said using her best poker face but ultimately unable to control her laughter at his reaction. 

“You are evil!” He said as she tried to regain her composure. 

“I’m kidding! It just hasn’t happened yet, there is not much to the story. I’ve never had a boyfriend so… I don’t know it just never happened and even though it’s not that special to me I didn’t want my first, or any time for that matter, to be with a stranger.” 

“Why haven’t you had a boyfriend yet? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“I don’t mind. I wasn’t the most outgoing girl in high school or even college and I never liked going to parties and hooking up with random strangers. I guess I am just pretty boring.”

“You are not boring, trust me.” 

“Since we are already talking about this…” Y/n said blushing slightly.

“Shoot, you know you can ask me whatever you want.”

“When was the last time you got tested?”

“I did it a couple months ago, but I can go get tested again if you want me to.” He said, he was happy that they were having this conversation. 

“Thank you for being so amazing” she said pulling him into a hug, glad that he was so cool about it. 

“Of course babe, you should never feel ashamed to ask a partner to get tested. Whether it's me or anyone else.” He said but hoped there was no one else she was having a similar conversation with. They hadn’t talked about being exclusive but at that moment David knew he wouldn’t like her being with anyone else but him. 

“Lets go to bed” she said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

[dirtydobrik]

a week apart - d.d.

plot: you and david are dating and you’re also a YouTuber. you come up with a video idea of spending a week apart from each other with no communication and make a bet to see who will be better at doing so.

requested: yes!  i received two different requests about essentially the same concept: 1. can u do one where the reader and david see who is better at ignoring the other lol idk of it makes sense but and 2. can u do an imagine where the reader and david have a bet to see who can ignore the other the longest ?? i feel like you might’ve done it before so sorry if u have lol

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously so hopefully it was something similar to what you wanted. 

if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message! i am super behind on requests right now but i have a few pieces in progress that i am working on. i am hopefully back to posting daily because i am trying to get caught up. 

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"Okay, just hear me out," you started and David rolled his eyes. He knew you had a crazy idea for your next video and he had a feeling he wouldn't like it. "What if we tried to spend a week without each other?"

"Babe, why on Earth would I agree to that?" David questioned, grabbing your hand and pulling you on to the couch next to him.

"I think it'll be an interesting video. You and Jason talked about doing something similar on the podcast a while back and I think we should try it." You gave him a small pout and puppy dog eyes that he couldn't say no to.

"Fine. When do you want to start?" he asked.

"Right now," you stated, like it was obvious.

"But you promised you'd be my date to the movie premiere on Thursday," David reminded you, and you sighed. You had agreed to do that and it was only Tuesday.

"Okay. We'll start on Sunday."

The week passed by slowly and David secretly hoped you would have forgotten about your video idea. But on Sunday morning, you rolled over to face David since you spent the night at his house.

"Good morning," he mumbled, leaning in and giving you a kiss.

"Morning, bub," you smiled, curling into him to cuddle for a few minutes.

"What do you want to do today? I got a good amount content yesterday so I don't need to film."

"Did you forget about my video? We're starting today," you smirked and David let out a groan.

"No, I didn't forget. I was just hoping you would forget."

"Absolutely not," you said as your fingers ruffled his messy hair.

You got out of bed and took a quick shower before making breakfast, David joining you in the kitchen after his shower. You set your camera up to introduce the video.

"Hi guys, welcome back to my channel. Today's video is a little bit different, it's going to be vlog style. David and I are going to try and see if we can ignore each other for an entire week," you started, before leaning in closer to the camera and dropping your voice into a low whisper, "In case you guys didn't know I'm dating David Dobrik."

"I am completely against this idea," David added, but you brushed him off.

"Anyways, let's go over the rules. Number one, no communication of any kind. This means no calls, no texts, no DMs, and no trying to talk to each other through other people. Like we have Natalie pass messages for the other to get. Number two, we can't hang out together or be seen in the same place together. And number three, if an emergency happens, we have a code to send to know that it's serious and we call a pause," you explained, David pouting the entire time.

"Do we have to do this?" he groaned, and you nodded.

"Oh, and also, we aren't telling anyone that we're doing this challenge so hopefully they freak out and think we broke up so I get some good clickbait," you chuckled and David rolled his eyes.

"Should we make this a bet?" David asked, needing motivation to participate in this video.

"Sure. The loser has to give the winner twenty thousand dollars, and the winner gets to plan date nights for a month." You pulled your phone out to check the time, 12:48pm. "Okay, guys. Starting now, David and I can't interact with each other for a week. Bye, bub, see you on Sunday," you said, waving goodbye to him before turning your camera off to say a real goodbye to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and stood on your toes to give him a kiss. "Miss you already," he whispered, hugging you tightly.

"I love you. See you soon." You gave him another kiss before heading out to your car and driving away.

"Okay guys, I just got to my apartment and usually I send Dave a text that I made it home safely, but I can't do that. So David if you're watching this, I'm home," you said into your camera, and you were surprised that David hadn't lost already. He was ridiculously clingy and hated being away from you.

The next time you took you camera out was at 3am. "Guys, it's 3am and I can’t sleep because I don’t have David to cuddle with," you pouted. "I'm starting to regret wanting to do this and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. How am I going to do this for a whole week?"

On Monday you went out to brunch with Corinna and then shopping with Carly that afternoon, and you knew David was busy on set all day, so you didn’t really have time to miss him. But around dinner time, you wished you could bring him dinner and talk to him about your day. And again, you had trouble falling asleep because you had gotten so comfortable cuddling with David.

Tuesday went by similar to Monday. You hung out with a few of the girls and went hiking with Jeff, knowing David was busy and wouldn't have been able to talk to you all day anyways.

Wednesday was when fans started asking questions about your relationship. They knew both of you were in LA but you hadn't been seen together in a few days and it was starting to worry them. A few of your friends saw the tweets about it and asked you questions, but you lied and said you two were just busy. They were suspicious but not to the point where they were worried. They knew the fans spread rumors like wildfire.

Early Thursday morning was when you heard a knock on the door to your apartment. It was just after 2am so you grabbed your camera, assuming it was David. And sure enough, he was standing in the hallway, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot as he swayed. You swung the door open, David tackling you into a tight hug and peppering your face with kissed.

"I missed you so much, baby," he murmured between kisses.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, pointing the camera at him. "It's the middle of the night and we're only halfway through the week."

"I couldn't do it. I missed you too much," David confessed, holding his hands up in a surrender.

"I missed you, too," you said, turning the camera off and pulling David into your bedroom.

You woke up with David next to you and let out a sigh of relief as you curled up next to him.

After getting breakfast and catching up on the last few days, you took your camera out to record the ending of the video. "So, as you guys just saw, David was the first to crack. What do you have to say for yourself, babe?"

"I admit defeat. I guess I just can’t stay away from my girl for too long," he said and you blushed at his words.

"What did you learn from this challenge? Because I learned that I can't fall asleep with you when I know you're in LA."

"I learned that it's impossibly hard to go out of my way to not talk to you. Like anytime something happened and my first instinct was to call or text you I had to tell myself that I couldn't do it. It got to the point where I made a note in my phone of things I wanted to tell you," he rambled and then suddenly stopped, like he had just processed what you said. "Wait, you can't sleep without me?" he asked and you nodded.

"No, I've gotten so used to cuddling with you and falling asleep next to you that I can't do it anymore."

"Aw, someone's whipped for their boyfriend," David teased.

"Says the one who came over in the middle of the night," you retorted with a sarcastic smile. "By the way, I believe you owe me, you know, since you lost the bet."

"Isn't getting my love and affection and multiple FaceTimes a day enough?" David whined.

"Nope." You shook your head, before leaning over and giving him a quick peck. "You still owe me twenty thousand dollars. Getting your love and affection and FaceTimes back are just an added bonus."

[lindsaykk23]

Evan got trinity into her car seat as I grabbed her stuff for the two days that we’re gonna be at Tyler’s house. Let’s just say 4th of July this year was gonna be fun. I grabbed our essentials and put them in the trunk and then get into the passengers side of the car. Trinity has her tablet so she will be distracted most of the ride. It’s about 4 hours to get to Tyler’s house. At least I was gonna see Kelly. You see me and Kelly have always been close. When she found out I was pregnant with trinity she said that if Evan doesn’t want her then she would raise her with me. Anyway you could probably tell I’m excited to see her.

“Alright I think we have everything” I said as Evan got into the car.

“Finally” he said while chuckling. I mean we did wait to pack till this morning. And we had to leave at 8:00 am. We actually made it.

Time skip-

“Welp trinity’s passed out. Do you want me to get her or do you have her?”

“I’ll get her” I said and picked her up. She immediately hugged closer to me and dozed off as soon as she was comfortable. I rang the doorbell as Evan told me to go up as he got the bags. Kelly opened the door.

“Omg hi babe!” She said as she hugged around trinity.

“She’s passed out” I chuckle.

“Hey Evan” she says as she hugs him.

We go inside to see marcel and Simone.

“Y/n!! It’s been to long!” She jogs up to me and hugs me.

We greeted everyone else as trinity wakes up and is greeted by everyone. She’s shy so she cowers back into my neck. She makes grabby hands to Evan who grabs her.

“Welp you can tell Evans the favorite” I say and smirk towards him. He kisses my cheek but smirks.

“Of course I am! I mean I’m look at me!” He says sarcastically.

“Damn that hurt haha” we laughed and waited for everyone else to join us. We were going golfing tonight to start it off before 4th of July. Trinity didn’t want to try and play the whole time. We would ask her and she wouldn’t want to. Jigglypanda was vlogging so he got some family footage of us/ clickbait. Trinity was being watched by Kelly most of the night because trinity wanted to. So that means me and Evan had some time at golf to ourselves. I was playing around with Simone and Tyler most of the night. Evan seemed to be a little out of it though. He doesn’t really like to be on camera around a bunch of people. He just payed back on one of the coaches at the golf course and watched me. He seemed off though, I went up to him by the time he looked pretty pissed off.

“Hey. You ok?” I said as I sat down close to him.

“Ya ya I’m great” he said sarcastically. I don’t know what was up with him.

“Come on Evan tell me” I smiled.

“No it’s nothing just go on and have fun with Tyler all you want.” He sounded pissed when he said Tyler. I knew what was up.

“Are you jealous?” I smirked and turned my head.

“No y/n” he said trying to play it off.

“Awww baby, you don’t need to be jealous around anyone. Especially anyone here.” I said to annoy him a little.

“Your so lucky that we’re staying at Tyler’s tonight.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh really? Who said it has to stop because we’re at Tyler’s” I said and smirked

I crawled up to his ear and whispered, “come on,

Punish me daddy” I said in a low voice.

He grabbed me and asked if Kelly could watch trinity for a little while longer. After she agreed, Evan dragged me though patty’s of people to get to the bathroom. It was a small handicapped bathroom. He pushed me up against the sink and I hopped up.

“Whatcha gonna do daddy?” I said in a baby voice. He chuckled and moved closer to me.

“You don’t know when to stop do you?” He grabbed my thighs and slid them up to my ass. He then let go which made me whine, he locked the door and walked towards me again.

“Your gonna get on those knees right now” he said as a first step. “Then your gonna take your sweet time and suck me.” He said while grabbing my shoulders and put me down to my knees by my head. I slowly palmed him a little before he yanks my head up to face him.

“Did I say your gonna tease me?” I shook my head no.

“No daddy” I said as I pulled his shorts and boxers down at the same time. His dick sprung up and ready for me. He puts his hand on the back off my head and uses his other to grab his dick and guide it towards my mouth. I slowly went down his length while he groans. We do this for a few mintutes before there’s knocking at the door.

“Anyone in there?” The guy yelled.

“Yes” he said as he thrusted his length down my throat. I gagged as he held my head down on him. He started to face fuck me. He was quick in pace so we didn’t waste anytime from our friends.

“Just like that... yeah... milk my cock baby.” He said shock made me whine around his cock. He moaned at the vibrations and bucked his hips into my mouth harder.

“Do that again baby, make me cum” He groaned.

I felt the heat pool between my Legs as wetness was clear through my panties. I hope it doesn’t get through my jeans. He soon finishes up and he pulls up his shorts.

“Jesus Christ baby” he said as he hugged me around my waist against the counter. I giggled and pushed him off.

“Shut upppp. We gotta get back so no one suspects anything. Also your daughter is probably scared we left her.

“Oh shit!” He grabbed my hand as he checked outside the door to see if anyone was looking he dragged me out and held my hand as we walked back to the area with our friends.

“Where were you guys?” Panda asks us.

“Oh we went to get a drink. We just got caught up talking sorry.” He said nervously. Obviously panda wouldn’t say anything in front of everyone but I think he knows a little more. I go over to Kelly who has trinity busy with her phone. Trinity gets off Kelly’s lap to come over to mine.

“Thank you Kelly, sorry we took so long” I said whole smiling.

“It’s ok y/n really, I love playing with trinity!” She smiles. “By the way what did you and Evan do?” She smirks.

“You can’t say shit Kelly. Panda already pretty much knows..... well Evan got a little bit horny? Or jealous? Probably both, he took me to the bathroom and you know, he was being a daddy.” I winked at her.

“Damn girl get some” we laughed together as the guys were gonna get going to Tyler’s house to drink as adults and just be together after a while. We get into the car and trinity passes out. I hope she stays asleep for the rest of the night. She was up pretty much all night last night. Mostly because of Evan because he was being to loud with the guys when they were filming. We got to Tyler’s house and Evan took trinity upstairs to the room Kelly has made for us. We lay trinity down in her little bed and leave the door open to hear if she cries or not as we go downstairs to our friends.

“Ah you got the kid to sleep?” Scotty asked

“Yes pretty sure she’s gonna make it through the night because her father couldn’t stop waking her up from filming with you guys last night.” They laughed. Evan took a white claw and got one for me. He sat down on one of the stools and pulled me onto his lap. We talked about life, Scotty got a little to wild, and Evan was pretty much passed out as we walked upstairs to the bedroom. Evan took off his clothes except for his boxers and then payed down with his hands on the back of his head. He watched as I changed. He seemed like he was enjoying it so I took it slower, but there was no way he was gonna start something right in front of trinity. I finally got into bed and got jumped on by Evan who wanted to cuddle apparently. He hugged my waist and lays on my boobs. I run my fingers through his hair and sigh in content. We slowly fall asleep.

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Welp do you guys think I should turn this into a series with trinity (their daughter). Tell me ASAP and I’ll get more of them out. Also do we like the smut parts? Idc if you guys want me to write smut about anyone. Anyways that is for the feedback and I’ll talk you all later!

[soft-baby-dobrik]

surprise // david dobrik

a/n: omg this request has me soft because i get really bad bABY FEVER and my boyfriend is so over me talking about it but then again he says he is going to put a baby in me????? confused but i love that bitch oKAY ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE. YOU ALL WERE WONDERFUL

REQUEST:  Can you do a story based off of Carly and Erin’s video where Erin is still is pranking David with the ultrasound, but really the ultrasound is yours? You surprise him by saying that it’s yours, And he gets super emotional and happy about you guys being pregnant?

summary: you surprise david with an ultrasound in an unexpected, perfectly clickbait way. **requested

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The idea was simple and funny, but now about to do it, you were panicking. When Erin had the idea, you thought it would be funny and an easy way to tell him because you would not even have to actually tell him completely. After a week of knowing, it was time to tell David you were pregnant, but to say you were terrified still was not a strong enough word to explain your fear.

You and David had been together for almost a year and everything was amazing between you two. Both of you were beyond head over heels for one another. David had brought up on multiple occasions how he wanted to spend his life with you and how he saw a future with you two. He valued your relationship the most out of anything. This was all super easy to do when there was not a living, growing human inside of you. The baby topic was never really talked about. Obviously, one day you both wanted to have a baby, but right now was not the plan. Every ounce of you was freaking out.

Now, the moment was here and here you were sat in the back seat , next to Carly. As David climbed in, he grinned at you, leaning over to the back to get a quick peck from you.

“Hey baby,” he smiled at you.

“Hi,” you grinned, chewing on the bottom of your lip nervously.

“What’s going on?” David laughed, looking between all three of you girls.

“I have a surprise for you,” Erin said, looking towards David with a grin.

“You’re pregnant. Oh my fuck are you pregnant?” David asked immediately. You felt every ounce of your body pumping with fear. Carly discretely grabbed your hand to show her support. Nervously, you gripped her hand somewhat tightly. Erin laughed loudly before locating your ultrasound picture.

“How did you know?” she smiled, showing the picture. His facial expression changed to pure shock.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re pregnant?” he exclaimed. You gulped nervously as you played with the hem of your shirt, feeling all the worry rush to you right now. All you could think of was how angry he was going to be when he found it was you.

“Yeah, that’s why I was late,” she laughed.

“Are you actually pregnant? Like are you being serious?” David asked, completely in shock.

“I got my blood work done and everything. Yes!” she laughed, casually.

“Fuck, congratulations,” he said, going to lean in for a hug before pulling away quickly. “Are you actually serious?”

“I mean I’m not pregnant but y/n is,” she blurted out. That’s when you felt like you could not breathe. You gulped uneasily as David’s eyes turned to you.

“Is she telling the truth- are you?” he asked, his mouth somewhat agape and his eyes wide. You nodded slightly before training your eyes on the ground of the car. “Holy shit,” he said. Awkwardly, you gripped Carly’s hand from nerves.  The sound of the car door closing made you look towards David's seat. He was no longer there. That was it. He didn't want the baby or you anymore. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to not cry. Right before water could escape your eyes, David ripped open the car door and tugged you out.

"y/n, are you seriously pregnant?" he asked, leading your gaze to look up to him. Meekly, you nodded. "Oh my fuck," he breathed, the biggest grin overtaking his face. "We're going to have a baby," he smiled, wrapping you into his arms. A sigh of relief left you as he pulled you close to him and spun you around. "I'm going to be a Dad!" he yelled, grinning at you.

"Yes you are," you said as he set your body down.

"I love you so much," he grinned. His smile was the biggest smile you had ever seen.

"I was so scared you wouldn't have been happy," you murmured, looking up at him. His eyebrows furrowed and you could see he was slightly offended.

"Why wouldn't I be happy? My dream girl and I are having a baby. I've told you multiple times that I want to spend my life with you," he said, looking at you in disbelief.

"I love you," you responded, smiling up at him.

His hands placed themselves on both of your cheeks and pulled you towards him. His lips hovered over yours and right before he was going to lean in to kiss you, he whispered, "y/n, I am so in love with you." Once his words were said, he had his lips attached to yours in the most loving kiss. He let his lips mold against yours like it was second nature, and it was. He pulled away with the biggest grin on his face, making you smile in return. After a couple moments, he looked down to your belly and let his hand rub it gently.

"I cannot believe you are carrying our baby," he laughed, smiling at you. Carly and Erin climbed out of the car and grinned at you both.

"Congratulations!" they screamed loudly, engulfing you both in a loving hug.

"Don't squeeze her too hard! My baby is in there!" David screamed, beaming.

"Your baby?" you scoffed, smiling up at him.

"Our baby," he corrected, leaning down to kiss you quickly. Sighing in relief, you cuddled into his side.

"It better be a girl, we don't need a mini David running around here," Carly said, making you all laugh.

"Another y/n would make the world so much better," David smiled, sweetly. Your heart was warm and all you felt was happiness and love right now.

"Way better than a mini David," Erin responded.

"Can I see the ultrasound?" David asked, reaching out towards Erin, who had it last. She happily handed it to him. David stood with his arm wrapped around you, holding you to his chest and the other hand held the picture of your baby. You couldn't really see any parts of the baby, but that was both of yours baby. Both of you stood, smiling down at the picture. Happiness filled both of you in the moment of pure bliss.

"I love you," you whispered, cuddling into his side.

"I love you so much more," he responded, leaning down to give you another kiss. Both of you smiled into the kiss and happiness and love was felt at an insane level in the most serene moment.

[poisxnyouth]

neighbors. chapter 7. (d.d)

A/N: heyyyy guysssss. long time no see. it’s done tho. sorry it took me so long. yay. pls enjoy, send me ur thoughts, all that jazz. love u babies <3 -hailey

w.c: 3.1k

warnings: uhhh light smut, nothin too heavy

Upon your return to LA, things had returned to mostly normal. You had met with David quite a few times over the following weeks, mostly after hours. Almost every time, he had you doing the walk of shame out of his house and down the sidewalk to yours. It was fun and lighthearted; Dave had since deposited at least ten grand in your account. Things weren’t as romantically involved as they had been when you first met, mostly due to the avoidance of the topic of Liza. It was a slow process, though, that both of you still had to trust. There were still the cuddles and make out sessions and minimal date nights, but neither of you took it too seriously yet.

You had been debriefing at work, packing your belongings up as a text from him popped up on your phone.  I’ll buy you another Chanel bag and whatever you want from Cartier if you come over and tease me all night while I edit.

On my way. Leaving work now

Good girl.

He didn’t preface it with a “Hi, how are you?” or any variation of a general nicety (he never did), but you wanted to see him. He’d never texted you while you were at work before, leaving your kinky romps solely for the weekends.

Of course, as soon as he had even texted, you had begun out of your office and down the hallway. You took your time on the way to see him, going the long way home and then some. You took your time as you sat in his driveway, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter before you decide to get out of your car and knock on his door.

You’re met with a very tired looking David, messy hair accompanying his strong five o’clock shadow.

“You don’t have to knock, you know? You can just walk in,” He says, pulling you in the house by your hand, “Is that what you wear to work?” Business apparel meant you were practically bound to pencil skirts, bodycon dresses, flowy tops, button ups and heels.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you admit, kicking your heels off at the front of his foyer and following him through the house. You hear him murmur a small yeah? under his breath, hand still laced in yours.

“Nat’s in Chicago. I have to get started,” David says, letting go of your hand and sitting on his couch. He pulls his laptop onto his crossed legs and you feel his eyes following you as you go to make yourself a drink, slowly unscrewing the cap and grabbing a glass. He watches you slightly spill the drink as you pour it, the vodka dribbling down your fingers before you slide your fingertips into your mouth, sucking the liquid off with a slight suction. You quietly place the bottle back where it belongs in the neat rack, bringing the cup to your lips and taking a long swallow as his eyes follow your throat’s movement. He’s too easy.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? I’ve been in these all day and I just want to get out of them.” You’re walking slowly, stirring the drink and looking at the paintings on his wall, barely paying any attention to him.

“Yeah. Go in the back room on the right and you can pick whatever.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say under your breath, loud enough for him to hear as you make your way down the hallway. You look through the boxes, and while you had expected to get something of his, something that would reek of his scent, you realize it’s his own merchandise. They’re the clothes that pay his bills, that paid for your shopping trip back in NYC, that are paying for your company tonight, and that people spend their hard earned money on. They spend it on David, who spends it on you. If only they knew.

With that being said, there is absolutely no hesitation in your mind as you slide on matching underwear, clickbait printed on the waistband (whatever that means). Drink in one hand and phone in the other, you return to the living room, placing yourself on the opposite side of the sectional facing David.

“You might wanna put some clothes on. My buddy Zane is coming over in a few to film, unless you wanna stay like that for me,” his poker face is exceptional, eyes darting in between you and his computer screen.

“I’m good,” you confirm, eyes meeting his briefly before returning to your phone screen, “Why’d you invite me over if you’re gonna film?”

David bites his lip, not looking at you as he continues, “You’re not my dirty little secret, you know?”

“What if I want to be?” He looks up at you, almost surprised.

“Then...after this...we’re just friends.”

“What?” You’re having a full conversation now, eyes glued to each other, devices still in your hold.

He ignores your question, “Are you cool with being filmed?”

You finish off your drink, “Is it gonna be posted?” He shrugs his shoulders, face twisting.

“No, I don’t think so. It shouldn’t be. Just for me.”

“Then...what’s the point? And how does it mean we’re just friends?” You drawl, getting up from your spot to fill your cup once more.

“It’s about you, baby. I can tell Zane that we’ve never fucked before and that this,” you turn your head to look at him as he motions between you two, “is just a one time thing that I want to film for myself. No one has to know about what we do. Except for maybe Nat, but she’s tight-lipped. That’s what I pay her for.”

“What do you mean it’s about me?”

He tuts at your bewilderment, lips smacking as he cranes his head to look at the ceiling, mentally searching for a way to word his desires correctly. It’s vital to him he uses an adequate diction, not wanting you to immediately back away from him.

Even with this, the words that manage to escape his lips are laced with miserable failure: “I’ll give you five thousand dollars, plus the Cartier and Chanel, if you let Zane film us together.” You’re taking a sip as he says it, nearly choking.

“Like, a porno? A sex tape?”

“What? No! We have careers. That’d be weird, anyway,” he’s standing now, making his way over to you in an attempt to persuade you. “I just, um…” He’s reprehending himself for not being able to find the words, and he knows he should have asked you in advance. To him, however, you not knowing what he wants is part of the fun: the random texts, FaceTime calls, or even the clothes that have begun to show up randomly at your door.

“Whatever you were gonna do to tease me tonight, just...do that. That’s all I’m asking for.” David stands in front of you, head dropping and his fingertips digging into your hips. You feel your arm reach behind you, placing your cup down and your fingers tangling in his hair. You push his face closer to yours, Dave drawing in a breath as he opens his mouth in an attempt to kiss you. You keep your distance, watching as one hand leaves your hip and comes to grip your chin, holding it tightly in between his thumb and index finger. It almost feels like punishment for not allowing him to put his mouth on yours.

“So? Yes or no?” He whispers, voice low as his eyes remain locked to your open mouth, mirroring his.

“I don’t want something like that to get out.” You’d worked so hard for so long to be able to provide for yourself and to not mooch off of your parents’ money. You know that if it ever did get out, your family (as every Manhattan family) is highly skilled in damage control. Still, though: you don’t want to throw that work away.

His eyes soften slightly, “It won’t. Your face won’t even be in it. Okay?” David now feels bad for even trying to put you in that position, even worse that he did. “Zane’s only filming because I won’t be able to. He’s one of my best friends, baby. It won’t be weird. I promise. If it makes you feel any better, I'm the one who's going to edit it.”

“It’s both of us, then? And it’s not gonna be a sex tape?” He nods, lips parted.

“I swear. You always have the option to say no. But…”

“But?” His digits are still gripping your chin, his eyes sweeping across your facial features.

“Um,” he falters, “I’m gonna be honest. I really want this. Again, just for me. I think you’d be so good on camera, baby.”

“Um, and you’ll tell me what to do?”

“Always.” There's a small pause as you mull it over.

“Okay, Daddy,” you affirm as his eyes lock with yours. There’s a glint in his eyes at your willingness for him. He kisses you, wet and quick, fingers still on your chin before stepping away from you entirely.

“Good girl. Put some clothes on. I don’t want him seeing you like that unless it’s for me,” his eyes scan you up and down before he turns away, pulling out his phone.

You still didn’t quite understand the purpose of this; you understood it was for him and him only, but what could it possibly be besides a sex tape? If it’s both of you with no faces, there’s not much room to work with. You ultimately decide to trust him and follow his lead.

You silently obey him, snooping through the house in search of his room to allow you to steal his clothes. You decide on a very conservative pair: a hoodie and a pair of sweats.

He can’t help but stifle a giggle at what you’d decided to wear (knowing it’d be coming off in half an hour) once you make your way to the living room. David beckons you over to sit with him, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer into him as he sorts through footage for his vlog. You sip on your drink, his fingertips pushing up the hem of your hoodie to rub circles into your hip. The physical exchange is wordless; you eventually finish the drink, placing the cup on his coffee table before settling in his touch once more. He pushes his laptop to the side, his free hand reaching to tip your chin towards his as he leans in.

It’s soft at first, both hands rubbing up and down your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. He chases the taste of the liquor on your tongue, kissing slowly and intimately.

You hear his front door open and immediately attempt to retract from him. David tightens his hold on you, whispering a “Baby, it’s okay. Keep going. He knows what to do,” before relaxing his hands as you allow yourself to melt into his mouth.

Your total trust of him amid your timidness makes him beam with pride. He’s still kissing you as your ears perk up at the sound of what you assume is a camera bag unzipping.

You feel weird, if you were being completely honest. You want to forget about whoever the hell  Zane is and his looming presence; you want to focus on the way Dave’s hand is sliding up the back of your hoodie, flattening against the warmth of your skin, but you can’t. Not yet, anyway.

Dave seems to sense how in your head you are, leaning his body back against the couch, sideways to allow Zane to film, mouth still on yours. One of his hands reach up to wrap gently around your neck and the whimper that escapes your throat is mortifying. He smiles into your kiss at the noise, squeezing the sides of your throat slightly as your hands run down his clothed chest.

All Dave wants to do is make you feel comfortable and to make you melt into his touch like you normally do. You’re stiff and timid, and both Dave and Zane can tell. Zane doesn’t want to say it and make you more uncomfortable, quietly turning the camera off and putting it down, placing himself on the opposite side of the couch. He begins to scroll through his phone, waiting it out until you get situated.

David senses his lack of presence and pulls away from the kiss, eyes searching for him. “Zane! Seriously?” You’re wiping your mouth as you look between the two of them.

“She’s not into it, man. She’s uncomfortable. I was just waiting it out! Y’all need to go to your room and figure something out,” Zane doesn’t look up from his phone.

Dave huffs, mirroring a little kid. He knows Zane is right, standing and beginning to tug you into his room.

“Baby, are you sure you’re cool with this? Like, one hundred percent?” he asks, standing in the middle of his floor, concerned. He trusts your minimal nod as you step closer to him and lean in.

Leaning in had always been his favorite part of kissing; the heavy breathing, hands flying to each other’s bodies, the overwhelming anxiousness in his heart rising the closer his lips get to the other person’s, the eyes fluttering closed, the list goes on and on.

David knew he was a good kisser; after the catastrophe that was his first kiss, he had spent hours in his room making out with that same girl, silently vowing to himself to increase his technique as he grew a pair of balls and grabbed at her waist. He had put in the work, and he knew Liza never seemed to be affected by that fact, even though every time he had kissed another girl (before Liza and after Liza) he left them breathless, muttering a “Wow.” He received that specific kind of gratification with you, making noises from the back of your throat into his mouth as you tugged at his hair. He loves the deep give and take he always has with you, one hand wrapped around your neck as his tongue slides against yours and you whine into the kiss.

David takes the opportunity, while you’re malleable, at least, to whisper a jump and catch you, hands splayed across your thighs, legs wrapped around his torso, as your arms drape around his neck and connect your mouths once more. In a failed attempt to blindly shove the door open more with his knee, he shuts it, pushing you both into it with a loud thud. He releases a soft grunt into your mouth, fingertips digging into your thighs and pressing his clothed dick into your core. You whine against him, pushing against his hold in an attempt to grind yourself on him.

He releases one of your thighs, legs still wrapped around him, to push your hair out of your face, pressing wet kisses down your neck before his fingers replace his lips.

It’s this reaction he’s constantly craving, however, it’s rarely ever fulfilled. He knows he is more than capable in the bedroom, reeking of self-confidence and unabashedness. David knows he doesn’t think solely with his dick, he doesn’t only want his dick inside of you; he wants the chase. To him, the reward means nothing without the work that went into it. He doesn’t want the sex without the teasing, the build up, the subtle touches, etc. You, without fail, always seem to give him the sexual fulfillment he has always wanted, while he gives you the sexual gratification you had always dreamed of.

So, to him, as far as he is concerned, if he does not get out of his room right this second and off of his door, he might just fuck you right there. It spurs him to push you both off of the back of the door, hand finding the handle and turning it as you tug at the roots of his hair. David manages as he makes it down the hallway, fingernails accidentally scratching down your thighs as he pulls you closer into his body.

He leans out of the kiss to quickly ensure he doesn’t push you both into his coffee table and place himself on the couch, facing opposite Zane. David couldn’t care less about the video as Zane fiddles hurriedly with his camera; whatever Zane got, he got. He was probably about to ask Zane to leave, anyways. You can always do this another time.

You’re placed in his lap, David looking between you as he unties the strings of your sweatpants, shifting to allow him to tug them off ungracefully. One after another, his hands are pushing up the hem of your hoodie and pulling it off. He tilts his hips up, hand flying to his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

He pulls out five hundred dollars (you count the twenties as he does), folds them in half, tosses his wallet onto the coffee table, and slides them into the side waistband of the underwear you stole from him. Dave watches your face as you look between the money and him, leaning in to attach your mouths once more.

“You still owe me five thousand. And Chanel. And Cartier. Why are you still paying me?” He’s holding your face, hand on your cheek as you look into each other’s eyes.

His eyes drift down in between you, free hand pushing your hips onto his dick. “You’re a good girl for me. Yeah?”

You nod in his hold, his eyes searching your face.

“Rich family and you still want my money, baby. You’re dirty.”

Zane had never seen him like this before, granted, he was never there when Liza and David fucked. Zane was confused; were you a prostitute? A stripper he got along with or liked way too much? He was still close with Liza, and he definitely would have known if David had some weird fetish for this shit. He’s always been a control freak, though, and it’s not his business; you never know what goes on behind closed doors. Even worse, closed doors with Liza behind them.

Zane obliged with his filming instructions, though, before David politely pulled away from your kisses and tugging at his shirt to ask Zane to “Fuck off to another room, please? I need to fuck her, dude.”

So he does. And he listens. The whole time.

[fathertaurus]

🦆I wrote this in public in a library surrounded by people. please don’t judge me

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“David, I think this one is too big.” You shout from his bathroom.

“It’s fine just come out.”

You walk out of the bathroom wearing his new clickbait hoodie, which was a size too big, and a pair of clickbait shorts that you couldn’t see under the dress-like hoodie.

“You. Look great.” David stutters slightly.

He turns the camera on and begins his outro.

“The clickbait merch is still available guys! What do you think of the hoodie?” He pans the camera to you .

“It’s really soft and cozy and great to wear without pants.”

He smirks and walks around you, getting footage to put at the end of his vlog. He shuts the camera off and takes out his SD so he can begin editing. You go to the living room nap on the couch and turn on The Office. After sleeping for around an hour, the couch dips next to your feet.

“Hey sorry to wake you up. I couldn’t sit in that bed anymore.” David says.

“It’s fine.”

You close your eyes again and fall back asleep.

David works away at his new vlog until he gets to the part of the video where you’re wearing his hoodie. He clears his throat when he watches the way your body is engulfed in his hoodie. The way your body is branded with him. He feels himself getting hot just watching it. Watching you twirl around, the bottom of the hoodie hitting your mid-thigh. He glances to his right where you’re curled up, head resting on the pillow on the opposite side of the couch.

The hoodie is riding up your thighs to barely expose your butt. His eyes snap away as a quiet sleepy noise escapes your lips. His dick twitches in his pants at the sweet sound. He can feel himself getting harder just imagining fucking you in his hoodie.

He runs a hand over his now hard cock in his pants and squeezes it gently. He can’t jerk off right here. You could wake up any second. His body disobeys every rational thought in his mind telling him not to. He begins rubbing the head of his dick through his boxers while staring at you. He couldn’t help but love how peaceful and innocent you looked while you slept. He glances back to the screen as he focuses on the way your ass moves under the hoodie.

He reaches his hand under his waistband and begins pumping himself slowly. He remains quiet until he feels himself getting closer, involuntarily grunting.

He didn’t realize it because he was caught up in the fantasy that played out in his mind, but you woke up to his noises. Quickly realizing what’s going on, you feel yourself getting turned on watching David jerk off to you. You sit up, hoping he’ll let you help.

“Oh! Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see this. I just thought. You were asleep. I’m so sorry.” He stutters.

You only giggle and move closer to him in response. You kiss his lips, wet from him licking and biting them.

“It’s okay. You look like you need some help though.” You say, staring up at him.

His breathing stills for a moment and his eyes widen, shocked that you weren’t offended or bothered by him.

“Uh. Okay. Yeah.”

You smile and take the laptop off of his lap, placing it on the table. You get on your knees in front of him and run your hands up his thighs. He pulls his sweatpants and boxers off along with his shirt. His chest is wet with perspiration. You grab his dick in your hands and lick a trail from the base to the head. You take him into your mouth and move up and down. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, still slightly bewildered that this is even happening.

“Fuck. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He grunts.

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you up to kiss him again.

He pats the spot on the couch next to him for you to sit down. Not even a second layer, he’s on top of you and rubbing your clit through your shorts.

“You look so fucking good wearing my hoodie.”

He kisses your neck and pulls down your shorts.

You begin removing the hoodie, but he pulls it back down.

“Leave it on.” He demands.

You only nod in response and lay back on the couch.

He pushes the shirt up over your hips to gain access to your pussy and begins kissing your clit gently.

“You better be a good girl and not cum until I say, alright?”

“Yes…..sir.”

He uses his fingers to tease your entrance, already soaked for him. He pushes two fingers in as he begins sucking harder on your clit.

“David. Oh my god. That feels so good.”

The cold metal of his rings sliding in and out of you coupled with the heat from his lips was almost too much to bear. He stares into your eyes as he increases his pace.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl? You want to cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes. Please, David.”

You clench around him and grind into his mouth. He uses his other arm to secure your hips down against the couch and holds you in place. You cum hard against him.

“Yes, babygirl. Fuck, you look so good.”

Your breathing relaxes and he moves so that he’s laying across the couch.

“I want you to ride my cock.”

You straddle his hips and sink down onto him. He grips your thighs and slams up into you as you grind down against him.

“I love watching you take my cock while you wear my merch. Fuck.”

His brows furrow as he tries to keep his eyes open.

His hips snap upward even faster and you feel yourself getting close to cumming again. He flips you so you’re on your back and begins slamming himself into you. His hand finds its way around your throat and begins squeezing.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He groans.

You feel him moving more erratically and know he’s close by the way he fails to keep his eyes open.

“This pussy is mine, got it babygirl? All mine.” He growls

Your thighs shake and your eyes roll back while you grind against him. Watching you orgasm and feeling your muscles squeezing around his cock trigger his orgasm. He pulls you tightly against him, buries himself as far as he can move inside you, and releases.

His body relaxes and lays on top of you as he kisses your cheek.

“You’re mine. Only mine.” He whispers as he strokes your hair and hides his face in your neck.

You hum in response and cuddle into him. You can’t help but smile as you fall asleep again.

[truthofherdreams]

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SURPRISING MY GIRLFRIEND’S SISTER WITH A SHIBA PUPPY!!

Peter Kavinsky • 3.5M views • 4 days ago

 “Hello Catherine,” he greets her the moment she opens the front door, putting the camera in her face to distract her from what is happening in his minivan behind her.

Thankfully for him, Kitty eats this shit up as the resident extrovert of the Song-Covey household. “Well hello there, Vogue.”

“Are you ready to answer 72 questions?”

“Sure, let’s go!”

Lara Jean was the one to submit the idea, to have an excuse for Kitty to parade in front of the camera without her suspicions being raised. Peter can’t believe it’s working so well – she accepted the idea immediately and even pitched him questions he could ask her, to the point where he actually kinda feel bad about tricking her into believing all of this shit is real.

Kinda. Not really though.

“Where are we exactly?”

“This is the house where Lara Jean and I live and work. Pretty, right?”

“Amazing,” he agrees, playing along. “So, what’s your favourite thing about video editing?”

“Having a special folder for bloopers,” she replies with an easy grin. She’s apparently been compiling bloopers about him too, and he’s not exactly looking forward to what she’ll do with the footage. “But mostly the storytelling process. How editing and music can change an entire video.”

“Any interesting projects beside LJ’s cooking videos we should know about?”

“Maaaaybe,” she teases. She sent an application for a film school last week, but the information isn’t public yet, not until she gets an acceptance letter. “I’m working with Chris on her gaming videos, too.”

“Woah, that sounds fun!”

By now they’ve made it to the kitchen, Lara Jean in the right corner of his camera, sitting at the island with her laptop. He winks at her and she grins back. He wonders how long it will take before people comment on that – probably five minutes.

“Are you ready for a little dare?” he asks, focusing back on Kitty.

Bless her little kitten heart, she doesn’t notice anything wrong yet, simply offering him and smile and a shrugs as she exclaims, “Sure!”

With the hand not holding the camera, he grabs the small scarf tucked into the back pocket of his jeans and shows it to her. “I need you to lie down on the floor and put that on your eyes.”

She freezes.

Her face falls.

“What’s this? David fucking Dobrik?”

Peter can’t help but laugh out loud, especially with how Lara Jean is laughing too now. So much for keeping this video PG, thank you very much Little Covey.

“What is it? Is it a spider? Is it a snake? Is it a spider?! Cause we found out I’m allergic to spider bites when we were in Korea so–”

“It’s not a spider,” he replies, trying but mostly failing to be serious. She cracks him up so much. “Just cover your eyes, okay?”

“I hate you,” she states coolly, even as she snatches the scarf from him and wraps it around her head. Immediately, Lara Jean dashes outside to help Gabe. “I hate you so fucking much.”

Still, she sits down on the floor of the dining room, arm stubbornly crossed over her chest, and pouts in his general direction, before she lies down. She doesn’t move, only startles a little when the front door slams – well done, guys – but otherwise doesn’t even reach for the piece of fabric above her eyes.

Gabe shows up with the puppy, the cutest little furball he’s ever seen in his life, all roasted marshmallow levels of adorable. Gabe moves closer to Kitty, whose head moves at the sound. Thankfully, the puppy doesn’t whine.

“Okay, we’re gonna put it on you so don’t be scared.”

Which is exactly the opposite of what she does, wiggling a little as she gets herself worked up again. “I don’t care that you’re dating my sister, if it’s a snake I’m going to – oh my GOD, PETER, WHAT IS IT?” She breaks into a scream when Gabe drops the puppy on her chest.

The puppy starts sniffing around, wet nose against her neck, and she yelps again. Even Lara Jean is losing it now, leaning against Peter for support. He doesn’t even think twice about it when he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

She all but ripes the scarf from her face, only to freezes at the sight of the puppy’s face so close to her face. It sniffs her a little, then licks her chin, but she’s too shocked to properly react.

“It’s a puppy,” she says, slowly.

“She’s about to cry,” Lara Jean whispers, low but now low enough that the camera won’t catch it. “Just watch.”

Kitty is sitting up, puppy now in her arms, and she looks up at Peter with wet eyes. If she starts crying he might do too, and it’s only going to end up messy and overly emotional.

“Merry Christmas, Little Covey.”

“You got me a puppy?!”

And then, yeah. She’s crying. Big tears and loud sobs, hugging the puppy to her as it licks her face and whines happily at being cuddles. Its little tail won’t stop wiggling, which is the cutest.

Lara Jean laughs, and it comes out wet too. When he looks down at her, she has tears in her eyes. He kisses her temple without really thinking about it, holding her a little bit closer.

“Do you like her?” he asks Kitty.

“It’s a girl?” she asks back, holding the puppy up to check. “This is so much better than a spider!”

 CovinskyIsLove 5 hours ago

like if you’re crying

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 HearMeRoar 3 days ago

when lj started crying too and peter comforted her i felt that

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 groffsauce 2 days ago

My sister’s boyfriend is a dirtbag who doesn’t even pay for their dates and this motherfucker gave Kitty a puppy? What the shit???

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 QUEER IS THE WORD

Lucas Krapf • 1.8M views • 5 days ago

 “So people have been blowing my mentions since last video because of point three seconds of Peter and LJ in the background,” Lucas announces to his camera, one hand holding it while the other rises to rub against his hair. “And people keep asking if they really are that cute all the time. So, here. Look what we have to deal with on a daily basis.”

He’s walking toward the kitchen now, where most of the gang is gathered. Unsurprisingly, Peter and Lara Jean are side by side, bodies glued to each other. It’s nothing unlike what has been going on during the past few months, but Lucas still noticed the slight differences since New Year’s Eve – they’re more comfortable around each other, especially LJ. It’s almost unnoticeable, especially when you don’t know they were faking it before that. But Lucas knows. And he notices.

“Look at that,” he exclaims, camera zooming in on Peter’s hand in the back pocket of LJ’s jeans, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do. Which, it isn’t. They’re the only two idiots in this world to be that lovely cosy with each other all. the. freaking. time. “What kind of heterosexual nonsense?”

LJ and Peter both turn at the same time, and his camera zooms out and moves up to capture their twin expressions of surprise. Peter’s hand still hasn’t moved, because they’re disgusting like that.

“Who are you calling heterosexual?” Peter asks.

Chris lets out the uglier, loudest cackle in the history of humanity, because that’s just how Chris rolls on a daily basis. Homegirl has no sense of modesty or etiquette, she’s wired like that. And he loves her for it. “Peter Pan!” she exclaims, holding her hand up for Peter to high five.

“Peter Pan!” he replies in the same loud, cheerful voice, hand slapping hers above the kitchen island. He turns back to Lucas then, more serious. “But don’t film my girlfriend’s butt, thanks.”

“Why?” LJ asks, falsely innocent. “It looks great on camera.”

Lucas cuts on Peter’s dumbfounded face and another cackle from Chris.

 …

 Calling Chris’s bedroom a “bedroom” really is about semantics. Like, yes there is a single bed in a corner, so technically it qualifies. But Chris’s room is her video games room, first and foremost. Her TV setting takes over most of the space, what with how many consoles she owes. Two full walls are floor-to-ceiling shelves of video games in their boxes, Funko Pops and other geeky paraphernalia. There’s her computer and her gaming chair in a corner. More cameras and recording material than Lucas knows what to do with it. So, really. Not a bedroom.

And the best thing is, she always has snacks for when she’s playing and for when people are playing with her. She’s taken to stocking Pocky boxes for LJ, next to her own gummy bears. Freaking adorable, how close those two girls are now. Like sisters. White and Asian sisters.

They’re playing Mario Kart, and Lucas is just filming, ‘cause he’s bored and he needs content. LJ getting competitive over nothing is always fun, not to mention clickbaity. So yeah, Mario Kart, camera, Japanese snacks. The best of the best.

Chris is getting worked up over the Rainbow Road, like you do, when her phone starts lighting up like a Christmas tree. Which is weird – she’s usually so very good at not having her phone around when she’s playing, because it keeps her focused not to have to worry about her notifications. The only times she purposefully has her phone around is when she’s doing a special Twitch live and she needs to check her donations.

So Lucas’s attention zooms in on her phone, obviously. “Who’s Veronica?” he asks.

It’s an innocent enough question, but Chris tenses and LJ is distracted enough that her Yoshi falls down the Rainbow Road. “Wait, Veronica Veronica? RomanticRonny Veronica?”

Chris does a very bad job of pretending to be chill, her eyes never leaving the TV screen but her shoulders tense as shit, her knuckles white around her controller. “Yeah, we’re texting,” she replies, fake casual. Damn.

“Didn’t she make a come-out video like, three months ago?” Lucas asks, just to watch her squirm. He can always edit this part out if Chris asks him to, that’s chill. She’s just as open with her sexuality as Peter and Lucas are, but it doesn’t mean he will post about her crush if she doesn’t want him to. Privacy and all that, they’re pretty good at this stuff with each other.

“Did she now?” Chris replies-asks, with a shrug. Bad Acting 101. “Not that it matters or shit.”

“She’s texting again,” Lucas points out, when her phone lights up again.

“How about you shut up, Krapf?”

He only laughs.

 SapphoBitch 2 hours ago

is2g if any of you comes with a ‘queer is a slur’ because of the title i’m going to cut a bitch bc Peter identified as pan AND queer in his coming out video and Lucas and Chris are both chill with it too so stfu u ignorant terf-sounding assholes

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 Song Bakery ✓ 4 days ago

7 billion people in the world to choose from and he picked me. Of course I am okay with that aspect of Peter’s identity, why wouldn’t I be?

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 PizzaSlut 3 days ago

we stan one (1) progressive, unproblematic squad

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 Who knows me better? challenge (boyfriend vs sister)

Song Not-Bakery • 3.7M views • 2 days ago

 “Hi everyone and welcome to my second channel!” Lara Jean greets the camera with a little wave. “It was a long time coming, and it’s all because those two right there bullied me into doing it.”

“Kindly,” Peter clarifies. “We bullied her kindly.”

“Cause that makes it so much better,” she tells him, forcing herself not to grin when he wrinkles his nose at her adorably. This man will be her undoing. “Anyway, it’s all Kitty and Peter’s fault and they’re both extra competitive, so what better way that to start this channel than with a competition about me?”

“Which I’m going to win, because I’ve known her the longest,” Kitty chimes in.

“We’ll see about that,” Peter replies, hand already hovering above one of the two call bells Lara Jean bought for the occasion. Peter was playing with it for ten minutes before they even started filming, and she made a mental note to hide them well once they’re done, for her own sake.

“Each question gives you one point,” Lara Jean explains, all business, ignoring how Kitty and Peter are flexing and silently talking shit at each other from across the table. Most competitive people she knows, indeed. “And the winner gets one favour from the loser, as long as it’s decent.”

“Peter buying me Taco Bell every day for a moooonth,” Kitty singsongs.

“And healthy.”

“Peter buying me by Chloe every day for a moooooonth,” Kitty amands.

“Better,” Lara Jean replies, while Peter tries his hardest not to burst into laughter, all tight-lips and puffed cheeks. “Okay, get ready! Question one! What’s my Hogwarts house?”

Kitty hits the bell so fast it flies across the table. “Hufflepuff!”

“Point Covey!” Lara Jean agrees. “Which movie did I quote in my high school yearbook?”

Peter and Kitty share a look, before he tentatively rings the bell. “Amélie?”

“Correct! Point Kavinsky,” she replies, smiling at his preening.

“How do you even know that?” Kitty asks him, suspicious.

“Your dad showed me all your embarrassing childhood pictures,” he replies with an easy shrug. They went to visit two months ago for her dad’s birthday, his official meeting with Peter. Which went really well for the two of them, not so well for Lara Jean when he dad got all the family albums out. She had to steal Peter’s phone from him so he wouldn’t do anything stupid, like share with the world. “You look cute with pigtails, by the way.”

Kitty pokes her tongue out at him.

“What’s my birthday?”

They both attack the bell, but Kitty is faster. “May 15th.”

“Point Covey. What’s my favourite colour?”

Peter is faster. “Blue.” Then, turning to the camera, “And she looks super pretty in blue.”

Lara Jean barely manages to hide her blush behind a laugh as she moves on the the next question. As expected, Kitty and Peter get more and more worked up with each question, yelling their answers and sending the bell flying more than once. She can’t help but laugh when Kitty throws herself above the table to try and steal Peter’s bell, to prevent him from winning. He holds it above his head, too high for her to reach even when she jumps.

They go on like that for half an hour, Lucas keeping track of points behind the camera and holding his laughter back all through filming. Not all heroes wear capes, after all. She’s almost done with her questions when he shows her the mini whiteboard, announcing 12 points each.

“Okay, it’s a tie, so last question to win the game.”

Kitty points to her eyes with two fingers, then to Peter, then to her eyes again. Both their hands hover over the bell, ready to pounce on it. The tension is thick in the room.

“Who’s my dream guy?”

Peter yells the answer before he even hits the bell, “Gilbert Blythe!” Then, ignoring Kitty’s look of pure disbelief and horror, he turns toward the camera with a smirk that shouldn’t be quite as smug as it is, given what he is talking about. “Because he’s smart, and handsome, and loyal, which makes him Lara Jean’s dream Hufflepuff boy. Kavinsky out!”

“Kavinsky win!” she agrees, grabbing his wrist to hold it like he just won a boxe match instead of a little Youtube competition.

Kitty makes a big deal of pouting and folding her hands on her chest, the perfect image of a sulking child. It only makes Peter laugh harder, of course, because he can be a real jerk when he puts his mind to it. Not a mean jerk, but he knows how to push Kitty’s buttons, how to make her snap just enough to make it entertaining to everyone involved, even Kitty.

“So that’s it for today, guys. Check out Peter’s channel and Kitty’s Instagram account, links in the description, and don’t forget to like and subscribe for more videos like this one! Bye bye!”

 CovinskyIsLove 2 hours ago

Smart, loyal and handsome? Wonders who that describes perfectly hmm hmmmmmm… Not fooling anyone, LJ!

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 TeenageNinjaTurtle 9 hours ago

Kitty is so fucking hilarious she needs to be in all the vlogs! More Kitty!

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 MrsKavinsky 2 days ago

The Gods of Youtube have listened and given us LJ’s second channel, we are so blessed!

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[queerofcups]

giving the people what they want timestamps

my fingers slipped?

00:00 - I know some people feel like the thumbnail is a little clickbait (not queerbaity, don’t make me fight y’all about this) and I don’t necessarily disagree but goddamn did it work on me. I don’t think we’ll ever see them hug, which is fine, its not something I personally need, but it definitely makes stuff like this feel like a Big Deal. But also, less sappy, where the hell is Phil looking.

00:07 - 1. They’re fucking creepers who read every too deep post we’ve ever written about them. 2. They look, So! Fucking! Good! I enjoy Phil Lester, Adult Man with an Adult Haircut so much more than I ever realized and I just stan down for Dan and his Connor McDavid Franta cosplay. They look like real human adults who are in love and I just. Yes. Also, love seeing more of the flat.

00:28 - This post is gonna be long as fuck. I’m really fascinated with the PR work happening here to push us away from thinking of Dan and Phil as characters when they very clearly think of Dan and Phil as characters. It came through A Lot during TATINOF and if they’re trying to get away from that particular branding I think its super smart of them to address it head on (even if I feel like its bullshit personally)

1:00 - Every time they say something about giving the people what they want I think about the Janelle Monae song Given Em What They Love, which neither of them know because that’s way too cool a reference for them but its very distracting for me.

2:13 - Hey so can we talk about Dan straight up acknowledging that people were requesting they fuck and just…leaving that out there on the floor? Oh, no? We’re gonna let him have that one? Fair enough.

2:20 - This has got to be deeply uncomfortable for them.

2:36 - And now 30 full seconds of them discussing their hair, vain bitiches

3:18 - “Kissing the lion”, mhm, your face/mouth region isn’t directly next to Dan’s crotch, we’re totally paying attention to the lion kissing.

3:20 - Jesus. The fucking cuddle that launched two careers and a billion words. Precious, awkward babies.

4:13 - So the choice. To include not one but both of the cuddles in PINOF 1 in a current day video when its entirely likely that there are people who haven’t bothered to go back and watch the other PINOFs is just. Their construction of their glass closet is sort of breathtaking? Because they just put it out there! They put it right in our hands. But then they just. Talk about something else. Because what this? Oh this isn’t a big deal, but I could have hit my head!!

5:08 -  Finally! A flaw in this video! Give us Dan in the ice cream shirt, goddamnit!

5:39 - I don’t…have anything to say about this, they both wear clothes very well.

6:14 - Dan, baby. One, read better fic, because these descriptions are rough. But two, that’s literally not what monochrome means.

6:27 - Dan looks like the worst fucking hipster in the ladybird/bug shirt. Like he only reads what Pitchfork has to say about rap albums bad. Like he unironically quotes reviews from The AV Club bad. He only drinks IPAs and describes himself as a “sapiosexual”.

6:36 -  “Everything is improved with a bit of glitter”. Gay! So gay. I love him.

7:01 - Plz stop calling Phil’s thighs thick. Please. I’m begging you.

7:43 - Y’all know they did a DITL in Manchester so you motherfuckers wouldn’t stalk them and find their apartment right? I just want us to all acknowledge that. And yes, you should feel bad.

7:56 - Real, sincere question for anyone who hasn’t seen the V-Day Video. Were you VERY confused about them talking about this damn wheel?

8:15 - Ah yes. A Manchester macchiato. That’s totally a thing outside of one very specific context. Ahaha. Hah. Hah. Everybody just be cool for one second.

8:22 - Phil……..is hot. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got.

9:16 - If you exchange “challenge” with “discourse”, you basically get my and Mandy’s chats about Fandom These Days. But also give me more of Dan and Phil being the old farts on youtube who have Seen Things Change forever.

9:55 - “I’m just going to put my ass in the air and hope for the best”, sure, sure. But also, as he gets into downward dog, yelling about dogging. Phil is fucking filthy, y’all can’t take this from me.

10:13 - Dan’s shirt is v translucent. This is also not what I meant when I requested a yoga video but I’ll accept this.

10:21 - I was uh, genuinely concerned Dan was going to pass out. Y’all know he got a condition!!

10:32 - SO LETS TALK ABOUT THIS MOMENT. Phil is lovely and glowing and giggly. But Dan? Dan is down with your shit, my shit, our shit, he is d o n e in the way that only queers are done with your heterosexual bullshit. Stop asking who the woman is, Dan’s face says. Stop worrying about our sex life/ves, Dan’s face says. That shrug says I fucked asked, are you happy now you fucking creepers. I love it. I love him.

10:42 - But also, back on my bullshit, look at those clasped hands.  

11:08 - If you showed any of this footage a year ago, we would have called bullshit and photoshopping and also magic.

11:15 - [redacted]

11:17 - [wow also redacted]

11:40 - I don’t care about dogs but I’m so happy for all of you

13:25 - “filling the hole with dogs”. Ah yes, that well known kink meme prompt. Or so I’ve heard. Listen fandom used to be a Wild West.

13:38 - I’m certain this is partly scripted or at least prepared for but I’m still so charmed by both Phil and Dan’s little “talk to me, Phillip Lester”. I really do genuinely appreciate Phil talking about why he doesn’t swear.

13:51 - I’m also utterly charmed by the image of Phil just randomly coming up to Dan and being like “CUNTS”

14:41 - You know that scene in Lion King where the lady hyena is like Don’t say Mufasa, just hearing his name gives me chills, and then the other hyenas do and she’s all *shudders and groans*. Its just relatable is all I’m saying. But also? What is this jump cut.

14:55 - Can we get Phil to say cunt now. Is that the next level up? I don’t have any emotional reaction to the word but I’ve been told its worse? Or maybe that’s just in America. Maybe I just wanna hear Phil curse, some more, don’t judge me.

15:10 - They’re sponning but friends. Countrymen. We gotta figure out how we’re going to record and document the events of every show. We need to get on our shit *now*. I lived through the summer of Glee Live, this could be so good if we just make it work.

16:19 - “We’re gonna talk about funny times in our lives” “and we’ll be on the road so I’m sure there’ll be plenty of stories we’ll be desperate to tell” I am so fucking glad we decided to do two rounds of tour fic prompts over at @phandomficfests. We’re going to have so much content to play with, I’m so pumped.

[lachlantrash]

“I'm not falling asleep...”

"Alright, we have some explaining to do." Lachlan says, chuckling as he starts the livestream and people are already swarming in ambushing the chat with questions. You two are lying on his couch, Lachlan's chest pressed into your back as he lies against the arm of the couch. Your legs are up, the laptop sitting on your knees as you're streaming. "We'll try to answer as many questions as we can, but the chats going so fast so we're sorry if we don't get to yours. Also, if you're offended that we didn't tell you sooner, sorry you feel that way, but I don't regret it. It's our relationship, and yeah my life is online, but my YouTube content has nothing to do with my relationship. (Y/N) and I both decided that announcing our relationship right away wasn't something we were interested in, she didn't force me to keep it a secret like some of you are accusing her of. She actually wanted to announce it a few weeks ago, I'm the one that held back. So if you're just here to be rude or hateful, you can leave now. If not, we're more than happy to answer any questions." He adds, mentally groaning at how many questions are zooming through the chat, a few rude ones already popping out at him.

"Also, we know most of you guys aren't being negative, that's not what Lachlan's trying to say. We know most of you guys are already supportive of us. Hey, how about you guys tweet me your questions? That way we'll actually see them." You suggest, grabbing your phone from your pocket and pulling up twitter. "Nothing against the livestream, but there's too many questions coming in for us to read them."

"Why are you guys cuddling? I thought you were 'just friends'..." Lachlan reads from your phone. "Well, if you watch my last video, (Y/N)'s actually my girlfriend. We're cuddling because the ac unit in my apartment is broken and won't stop blasting out freezing cold air, so both of us are in sweats and hoodies, a blanket on, and cuddling to stay warm." Lachlan shrugs as you scan your twitter feed for another safe question.

"How did you two meet?" You read, smiling as you turn to look at Lachlan. "Well, do you remember?" You ask, making him let out a nervous chuckle.

"Well, technically we met at Mitch and Jerome's house, but Mitch gave me your number before we met. You knew them and were friends with them for awhile and you were in one of Mitch's videos, I think you were doing his makeup for a clickbait 'girl friend does my makeup' since you're a girl and his friend? The next day I texted him asking who you were and if you were single, and he eventually gave me your number because I wouldn't leave him alone about you." Lachlan laughs. "Then you and I were texting, awkwardly at first because Mitch didn't tell you at the time that he gave me your number and you only ever heard of me briefly from him and Jerome, but we started to get really close. Then I eventually flew to America to visit them, and Mitch had you come over one day and that's the first time we actually met. Honestly though, I'd consider us pretty close before then, like maybe a month or so after we began texting." Lachlan says. "I hope that's right, because if not I think I'm in trouble." He nervously laughs again, running a hand through his hair as you remained silent.

"No, you're right. I just didn't know you begged Mitch for my number, he always told me he just thought we'd be cute together so he forced you to text me." You laugh, making Lachlan blush.

"Damn, you never knew? I should've just not said anything then." He sighs. "Onto the next question, let's see... How long have you guys been dating before letting us know?" He reads from your phone. "You can answer this one."

"Well, Lachlan released the video yesterday, which was exactly 7 months after I moved out here, which was three months after we started dating. So we've been dating for ten months and a day." You say proudly, remembering the day you started dating him. "And our first date was a few days after we met, in Florida. Do you remember where you brought me for our first date?" You question, curious to see if he remembers.

"Well I don't think a fan asked that... But yeah, I do. I'm pretty sure Mitch sent us to go get Macca's, and when we arrived I only ordered food for you and I. You were confused and asked me what about their food, and I told you that we should have our own little date before heading back to them, and luckily you agreed." Lachlan says, appreciatively holding you closer to him. "Did any of the other pack members try to get with (Y/N) before Lachlan?" Lachlan reads, laughing. "I don't think I'll say any names, but before we were officially dating, another pack member was trying to slide into her dm's, and he  even kept trying after we began dating." Lachlan spills, keeping the name between you two. It was Preston he was talking about, who began hitting you up after the same video that Lachlan's talking about on Twitter. After Lachlan told his close friends you two were dating, Preston continued to try and convince you to go on at least one date with him before you settled with Lachlan. Of course you let Lachlan know, not knowing how to deal with the awkward situation without rejecting Preston. The two hashed it out through text, and eventually Preston backed off once you moved to Australia. "Him and I are fine now guys, there's no drama going on." Lachlan adds.

"When Mitch and I first met he hit on me too, but that was like, two years ago." You say, remembering the awkward boy hitting on you and your friends at a nightclub. You ended up becoming close because Mitch dated one of your friends for awhile after that night, and they broke up on good terms so you all remained friends.

"I never knew that." Lachlan says, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Oops, I guess I should've kept that to myself then, sorry Mitch." You giggle, scrolling through your twitter feed for a good question. "So you two have been dating the whole time (Y/N)'s lived in Australia?" You read. "Yeah, I moved here because I used to live in Florida, and the time difference was hell to deal with, especially at the beginning of a relationship. So after a few months I decided I'd move here to make it easier on us, and brought my cats with me. I didn't move in with him though, that soon in a relationship anything could've gone wrong, and I didn't want to be trapped living with someone on a continent I wasn't familiar with in case something went wrong. I've wanted to visit and explore Australia for years now, he just gave me a reason to actually move here." You answer, moving one of your hands that was holding the laptop in place to grab Lachlan's, running your thumb along it.

"I'd just like to add I didn't force her to move out here, she decided to and at first I actually advised her against it, because I was worried she'd regret it." Lachlan says, yawning after.

"Yeah guys, don't think he forced me to because I volunteerly did it." You agree, knowing many youtubers get accused of being controlling and abusive in relationships, which Lachlan is most certainly not.

"Are you guys living together now?" Lachlan reads from your phone. "No, not yet at least. Right now we live like, thirty minutes away from each other. We do sometimes spend the night at each others places, or sometimes the week..." Lachlan confesses, making you laugh.

"I'm just going to throw this out there, in most of his vlogs where Lachlan says I was just 'fixing my makeup', or 'borrowing his shirt', I probably stayed the night. Or the vlogs where he 'just came to my place early with coffee', he probably spent the night, and woke up early so he could bring me coffee, since I'm addicted and that's the kind of boyfriend he is. Sometimes he'd set an alarm so he could go out and get coffee, and still be back before I woke up." You laugh, looking at Lachlan who is still resting on your shoulder.

"Awe c'mon, they're going to call me whipped." Lachlan chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek. "She's sappy too guys, she bought me tickets to Drake's concert that's coming up and she's learning the words to my favorite songs so we can sing them together at the concert." Lachlan spills.

"So what? I'm a good girlfriend, oh well." You sigh dramatically, making Lachlan chuckle.

"No, you're the best girlfriend." Lachlan says, placing another kiss on your cheek. "God, there's going to be gifs of me kissing your cheek all over the internet now, huh?" He sighs.

"Well, stop kissing my cheek then." You giggle as he buries his face in your shoulder again.

"I can't help it, you're just so cute." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"I'll try to stop." You laugh, looking back at your phone for more questions. "Guys, we're not married, we don't have any kids, and we don't live together." You laugh. "Okay here's a good one, Lachlan, how do you feel knowing (Y/N) literally moved to another continent for you?" You read.

"I think it's so amazing someone cared about me that much to move that far for me. She left her family behind just to be closer to me, she left her friends behind too. She came here just to see me and to tour, but she could've done that in two weeks. She stayed though, and I can't describe how amazing that makes me feel. I'm sure you guys can guess the three words I want to tell her right now because just speaking about it makes me feel so giddy, but her and I agreed that we think that part of our relationship should stay between us." He says, making you blush. The three words are 'I love you', it's easy enough to guess, but neither of you think the fans need to hear them. Lachlan yawns again, burying his head in your shoulder.

"I think Lachlan's falling asleep guys." You smile, running your fingers through his messy hair.

"I'm not falling asleep, but your shoulder is really relaxing to be fair." He argues, lifting his head. You can see his sleepy eyes, he's not fooling anyone. "Okay, maybe I'm getting tired." He admits with a sigh. "I think that's it for this livestream guys, I'm sorry if we didn't get to your question, we'll be sure to try and answer it if we do one of these again. Or maybe (Y/N) will answer some on twitter, maybe I will too tomorrow. Bye guys, a video is being uploaded to my channel right now so keep your eyes out, it should be released in the next ten minutes." Lachlan says, both of you waving 'goodbye' before the stream ends.

"So, you ready to go to sleep, babe?" You say, sitting up so you're not laying on him anymore.

"Yeah, just one second..." He says, pulling you back to him to kiss you. "I've wanted to do that for the whole stream, but I thought we should refrain from kissing on camera since we just announced yesterday we were dating." He tells you as he pulls away.

"I don't need a reason for your kisses, I love them." You say, placing another peck on his lips before standing. "Now c'mon sleepy, before you profess your love for me again." You giggle, grabbing his hand and tugging on it to get him off the couch.

"Alright, I get it. I'm sappy and a romantic when it comes to you, is that really a bad thing?" He says, letting you lead him into his bedroom.

"No, it's a great thing. I love you Lachlan, now cuddle with me." You say, plopping down on his bed.

"I love you too." Lachlan laughs, jumping onto the bed next to you and cuddling with you under the blanket.

[fanficimagery]

Natalie’s Half-Sister [Part 2 of 3]

Summary: Imagine the trip to Vegas taking a rather unexpected turn, but it only proves to bond you even closer to the Squad. Then back at David's house, you have a decision to make: go back home to Texas or take up David's offer of officially moving into his spare guest room.

Words: 4.1K Warnings: Language. Drinking. Violence.

With the trip to Vegas planned last minute, everyone had the rest of the day to get their personal lives in order so they could make the trip- if they could make it that is. So with everyone needing to sort their jobs out and pack a suitcase of shit, the private jet David rented out wasn't boarded until after midnight.

You, David, Natalie, Jason, Jeff, Todd, Zane, Matt, Heath, Mariah, Ilya, Corinna, Carly, Scott, and Kristen were the only ones to make it. And the second everyone was situated, Zane and Ilya broke out the champagne bottles and sprayed everyone with a shout of glee as David recorded.

"You guys fuckin' suck," you laugh, wiping your face with the hem of your shirt. Natalie tosses you a towel and you wipe off the rest from your arms and hair. "Thanks, Natty."

"You are so not prepared for this trip," she muses. "Especially since Ilya's here. He and Zane are a bad combo when intoxicated. Especially in public."

"Sis, I don't even care. After yesterday and now being jobless, I need to let loose. I'm sitting pretty comfortable to be without a job for at least a year, but I'm not looking to be without work that long."

"Don't worry about it. Hospitals are always in need of nurses. You'll find a job."

"I hope so."

The rest of the flight is uneventful, you laughing at seeing firsthand how Ilya is with your sister. You thought Jeff was bad with the flirting, but Ilya took the cake. However, it was cute to see him light up whenever Natalie gave him her full attention.

Two vans were at the airport to pick all of you up and deliver you to the hotel where Natalie booked two adjoining rooms. Each room had a king and queen sized bed, as well as their own bathroom, but David somehow managed to have it so that spare mattresses were set up on the floor in each room. And after everyone had their bags brought up, everyone lingered around to see what the game plan was going to be.

"Okay, everyone," David addresses you all from the door between the two rooms. "Set an alarm for five thirty. You're all going to need as much sleep before we head out tonight."

In the room you had followed your sister into, Carly and Corinna drag Natalie onto the queen sized bed. She smiles sheepishly at you, but you shrug it off as you sit on the corner of the king sized bed. Heath and Mariah happily plop down on the mattress on the floor just as you're toeing off your sneakers, and just after you'd shoved off your jeans and traded them for a pair of maroon Clickbait shorts, Jeff, Todd, and Zane enter in nothing but their boxer briefs.

"Oh god," Natalie groans just as everyone else laughs at their obvious preening.

"Cuddle time, baby," Zane shouts. "We got dibs on Y/N's bed."

Zane practically manhandles you onto one side of the bed and you laugh as Todd launches himself on your other side. Jeff shakes his head, amused, but takes up the available space next to Todd.

Then just as you're getting comfortable and slap away Zane's hand from your bare thigh for a second time, David walks in with his camera in hand. "Jesus," he laughs. "You guys knows there space in the other room. Right? You don't have to crowd Y/N."

"Shut up, David," Zane retorts, wrapping one arm and one leg around your laughing form. "Let us have this."

David giggles. "Y/N, you good with these idiots?"

"I'm good, Davey," you assure him. "They're harmless."

Jeff and Heath then proceed to crack a few jokes for content for David's vlog, and you snuggle down between your two friends. Zane, after asking if it's okay, presses up behind you and lays his arm along your hip as he finally settles down to sleep as well.

"Fair warning, Zane, if I wake up to you dry humping me we are never doing this again."

He chuckles tiredly. "Noted."

It surprisingly doesn't take long for everyone to fall asleep in the adjoining rooms, and you fall into such a deep sleep that you're scared awake when everyone's alarms go off at the same time. You're a bit disorientated and your heart now pumping furiously is not helping matters.

"Hey, you okay?" You stare up at the raspy voice, slowly smiling as a clearly still sleepy Todd watches you through hooded eyes. "You kind of tensed up."

Looking down you realize you have one leg shoved between Todd's and an arm thrown around his stomach. "Hmm. Yeah. Sorry. The alarms scared me."

There's a groan from behind you and you slowly release Todd to see the source of the noise. Zane is clearly not one to be woken suddenly and you huff a quiet laugh as he rolls out of bed with a few swear words following after him. Todd then flings the sheet off of him, leaving you and Jeff to shiver at the sudden chill, and he exits the bed as well.

Left alone in bed with Jeff, you then glance around the room to see everyone stumbling about and gathering supplies before both bathrooms are suddenly occupied. Sighing, you muse, "There are two bathrooms and fifteen of us. Think we can get away with about twenty more minutes of sleeping?"

"We can sure as hell try."

The moment Jeff lays his arm out, you scoot over and snuggle into his side. Then with the sheet back over you, you're quick to warm up and drift back off.

          - X - X - X - X - X -

"Y/N. Y/N, wake up." There's a gentle touch to the bridge of your nose and you lazily swat at it. "Seriously, get up. We let you and Jeff sleep as long as possible, but now both bathrooms are free. It's time to get ready."

"Natty?"

"Yeah. Now get up before everyone loses their last ounce of control and they wake you up in a far more annoying manner."

When your eyes finally open and you roll back from snuggling Jeff, he sits up and takes a moment to gather his wits before standing and walking to the other room. You finally get up yourself, yawning, and blinking confusingly at the other girls in the room as they all smirk at you.

"What?"

"Are you sure you don't fuck?" Corinna asks. "Because I've noticed you and Jeff, and sometimes Todd, are oddly close."

You giggle. "I'm sure. I mean I could, I have in the past, but it's just not something I enjoy."

"Maybe it's because you haven't been fucked properly."

"Mariah!" Natalie gasps, then laughing. "Jesus."

"Maybe, maybe not," you shrug. "All of your friends, well I guess they're my friends too now, are all stupidly attractive. I just don't feel the need to want to ride them. Cuddle them, yes. Fuck them, not so much."

Corinna sighs longingly. "I wish I had your restraint. However, if you find yourself suddenly wanting to sleep with one of the single boys, Todd gives good dick."

You snort as the other girls cackle. Todd sticks his head into the room, beaming smile in place as he flashes you a wink. "Okay, okay," you chuckle. "The next time we have girl talk, someone remember to close the door. I have a feeling we're going to hear about this all night now."

As Kristen shoves Todd's head out the door and shuts it, you finally get up and search your suitcase for a decent clubbing outfit. Finding it, you then take it to the bathroom with you.

Since you washed your hair the day before, you pin it up atop your head and quickly wash and shave all that you normally do. Then once you step out of the shower and towel off, you lotion up before pulling on the smallest pair of black lace panties and a black strappy push up bra. You pull on a long sleeve mesh bodysuit next and then a pair of cut-off, high waisted jean shorts last.

Opening the bathroom door, the girls all slowly gape at your appearance.

"Holy shit," Corinna says.

You roll your eyes. "I've literally seen you girls wear nearly the same thing or something that shows more skin than I am right now."

"Yeah, but it's you," Natalie muses with a small grin. "You're literally going to give the boys a heart attack."

"Shut up and curl my hair please. I can never get it the way I want it."

You spend the next half hour with Natalie doing your hair and Carly doing your makeup. Then after you've shoved your feet into a pair of high heeled ankle boots, you answer the door that connects your room to the second when there's a knock.

David stands there, eyes bulging as he films you. "Uh, guys?"

Your brow furrows at his reaction, only to sigh when the others take notice of your appearance.

"Oh hell," Todd mumbles. "We're going to get into a fight tonight."

"You turn around and change this instant, young lady" Heath says, one hand on his hip and the other pointing into your room.

The girls, on either side of you, all laugh at his protectiveness.

Ilya, Matt, and Zane pull out their phones to snap pictures as Jeff comes up behind David. "If you're going out in that tonight, you're not leaving our side. One of us guys has to be with you at all times."

While you crack a grin at his protectiveness, David laughs."Seriously?" Pointing his camera at you and then at the guys behind him- it's amusing to see the various reactions. However, it's Todd, Jeff, and Ilya David focuses on. "Y/N is a no bone zone, guys. We've been over this."

"Exactly. Now I'm not changing, nor am I boning, but for the sake of not being groped by any strangers tonight someone is going to have to pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Baby girl, you don't even have to ask," Matt says.

Your nose wrinkles as you laugh, but Jeff steps forward and wraps an arm around your shoulders while staring Matt down. "Sorry, Matty, but Y/N and I clearly have more chemistry. Just ask the millions of subscribers on David's channel. I'm clearly the choice for the pretend boyfriend."

"Did you hear that?" Mariah laughingly jokes. "That was the sound of a million hearts breaking all because Jeff is smitten with Natalie's sister."

The group all makes kissing noises at the two of you and you huff a brief laugh. "I don't care who it is, but we seriously need to get a move on and grab a bite to eat before any drinking occurs. I am not about to get shit faced in Vegas because that's when poor choices are made."

"Poor choices? More like the best choices," David giggles.

"Shut up, Dobrik." You playfully shove his camera out of the way. "But seriously, lets go."

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Dinner is quite the loud affair, but the group manages to keep the antics down to a minimum to prevent getting kicked out. The waiters and waitresses take the rambunctious group in stride, but then seem to take great joy in playing debit card roulette. When the bill comes, David has everyone cough up their debit card and whichever card the waiter chooses, then the owner of that card is paying for everyone's dinner. You laugh, curse David and Natalie for not warning you of the game, and then sigh a huge sigh of relief when Scott's card is chosen.

David then surprises everyone with a party bus, smoke billowing out of the bus door as soon as it's opened. Music thumps and lights flash, and Zane is the first on the stripper pole as soon as he spots it. A bottle of champagne is then sprayed all over everyone, shots are passed around, and people are grinding and making out as David records it all.

After shooting a bit with giant glowsticks, you and Jeff move towards the back of the bus- you not wanting to get too trashed and forget this night as more alcohol is brought out, and Jeff because he wasnt a huge fan of the alcohol anymore.

Everyone stumbles off the bus in a single file line, the club's music loud enough to be heard outside. And given David's connections, you're all let in ahead of the line not so patiently waiting outside. Then the second you're inside the club, Heath grabs onto Mariah and Scott grabs onto Kristen. You're about to grab onto the back of Ilya's shirt as to not lose the group, but Jeff grabs your hand. You quickly glance at him, but he smiles at you reassuringly as he takes the lead and manages to keep pace with the rest of the group through the crowd.

Inside the VIP lounge is a waitress waiting to take everyone's choice of drink. Cocktails and shots are ordered, but so are numerous bottles of water. Jackets are then piled onto a chair and phones are immediately snapping selfies and videos for Instagram. You pose for a few with your sister and the other girls, then making stupid and mock seductive faces with the boys when they drag you into selfies with them. Then the second the waitress gets back, Zane passes out shots like they're candy.

Natalie and Mariah are quick to drag you onto the dance floor after a quick toast is made, and Carly, Corinna, and Kristen follow. The boys hold back, but they keep their eyes peeled for any unwanted advances.

Though you enjoy dancing with your sister, you draw the line at grinding with her. She laughs as you push her away at her first attempt, but then Mariah switches places with her and all is well. There's grinding and twirling, and jumping and singing at the top of your lungs, and it doesn't take long until you can feel sweat starting to bead.

Hands grab at your hips and you attempt to whirl around, but a mouth is pressed to your ear and a familiar voice starts to talk. "Relax. It's just me." Jeff. "You girls finally attracted a group of boys and we decided to intervene."

You turn your head just enough to grin at him. "My hero!"

Both his hands remain on your hips, but you place your left hand atop his own while your right hand reaches up and behind Jeff to grab onto the back of his neck. The thumping beats guide your movements and you laugh when Todd eventually joins in and sandwiches you in the middle.

The group continues to dance until someone mentions taking a break and then you're all back in the VIP lounge. While everyone seems content to indulge in more alcoholic beverages, you switch to water. There's more dancing, laughing, videos being taken, and you have one cocktail on the second break before strictly remaining on water.

The night then turns rather chaotic the more alcohol everyone consumes and it's hours later the group finally calls it quits.

You, Jeff, and Jason are the sober bunch of the group, so it's a bit of a hassle to keep everyone together and out of the club. Kristen and Matt seem to have a good head on their shoulders even drunk, so they lead the rest of the ladies to the bathroom before loading back up onto the bus.

You've exited the club now, waiting outside for the rest of the girls, but Zane and Ilya are a little out of control. Heath, Todd, and David, though laughing, are doing their best to control the rambunctious duo, but some other drunkard takes offense to their loose inhibitions and their Youtube status.

One minute everything is decently calm and amusing, and the next a can is being flung that hits Heath in the face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" David shouts.

Everyone immediately circles around Heath and you rush up to him to check his apparent wound, and your eyes widen at the small gash. "Shit. What the hell hit you?"

"I don't know, but FUCK it hurts," he drunkenly shouts. You look down and glance around, and frown at a can of unopened beer by your feet.

"Fuck you, you Youtube cunts!" Someone slurs. A feminine someone. You whirl around, heart beating faster as your anger starts to boil. "Go home, you pussies!"

The boys are all shouting, throwing obscenities of their own, but no one makes a move when they realize the culprit is female.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me!" You suddenly shout back, pushing through the crowd as your gaze locks on the taunting drunk. "What the fuck is your problem?!"

A hand grips your arm to pull you back, but you yank free. The too smug female stumbles towards you. "Go back to your fuck boys, gold digger." Some of her friends all laugh, cheering her on.

"Don't sound so bitter, honey," you mockingly coo back, "I'm sure if you drop to your knees on the nearest corner you can make some money of your own. Well," you then frown, looking her up and down. "On second thought, you're not too pretty. You might have to resort to-"

The punch comes out of nowhere and you feel your lip split on your teeth. Grimacing, you roll with it and swing back. Not having thrown the first punch, you're in the clear to defend yourself.

And defend yourself you do.

You can hear your group of boys shouting threats and the drunk's group of friends shouting at their friend to fight back. You were always told that pulling hair was for pussies, but you need something to grab onto to hold her head in place while your other fist delivers blow after blow. You only get three hits in before you're shoved back by one of her friends and then your boys pull you back and place themselves in front of you.

You're quickly herded back towards the bus, arms wrapping around you and picking you up as you continue to struggle and swear at the other other group. You're marched up the stairs of the bus, passed the stunned group of your girl friends, and then seated on someone's lap as their arms are still locked around you.

"What the hell is going on?" Natalie asks, pushing through and crouching before you. She grabs you by the chin to check out the damage to your lip.

"That fuckin' bitch threw an unopened can of beer at Heath's face!"

"WHAT!?" Mariah whirls around, pushing through the guys to get to her boyfriend.

"Hey, let me see your hand," Natalie then says, voice soft. Still trembling in rage, you lift up your right hand and she tuts at you. "You split open your knuckles."

"I don't care. How's Heath's face? Last I saw he was bleeding."

Natalie frowns but moves to go check on Heath, only for Zane and Matt to take her spot.

"Baby!" Zane laughs. "You are wild! Oh my god."

"That was fucking nuts!" Matt agrees. "I did not peg you as a fighter."

You huff a laugh at their incredulous expressions, the tension leaving your shoulders as you slump back against whoever's wrapped themselves around you. "I flipped, didn't I?" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Fuck, guys, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." Looking towards the voice, David grins at you as he continues to record the aftermath of the fight. "What that girl did was messed up. You were defending one of us. Never apologize for that."

"Not gonna lie, that was really hot." Several of the boys agree and you glance over your shoulder at a sheepish Jeff.

"Of course you'd think that."

Mariah and Heath finally make their way towards you just as Jeff finally lets you off his lap, and the couple thanks you for stepping in. Natalie reappears with a first aid kit, and she and Mariah use the supplies to clean Heath's cheek and your knuckles. Then once everyone has calmed and the driver realizes the cops have not been called since the fight broke up on its own, the drive back towards the hotel is relatively quiet.

All of a sudden Ilya starts to giggle which then turns into full blown laughter. "I can't believe we got called YouTube cunts and pussies in the span of three seconds."

Slowly but surely everyone starts to find amusement in the fight. Even Heath.

"We might be YouTube cunts," David shouts over everyone, "but we're YouTube cunts that are a thousand dollars richer thanks to the content I recorded when Y/N threw hands."

The bus cheers and bottles of alcohol are passed around.

You lean against Jeff, shaking your head in amusement. "Jesus, they'll drink for anything."

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!"

"Nooo," you groan.

Jeff laughs and nudges you up. "Looks like you're next."

Natalie and Kristen maneuver you so you're kneeling between them, and Kristen taps your chin so you're looking up.

"Open wide," Natalie grins.

You wrinkle your nose before opening wide and your sister pours alcohol into your waiting mouth. It goes everywhere, but they all still cheer and you swallow with a grimace. Kristen helps you back up and you stumble back into your seat next to Jeff.

"Still having fun?"

"Yeah. I'm not as angry anymore," you muse. "And I have a feeling the party won't stop once we get to our rooms."

"Don't worry. I won't let you get into anymore fights."

"That's comforting."

The rest of your stay in Los Angeles is a lot more calmer. Vegas had been wild and you let loose far more than you were comfortable with, but the outcome was well worth it. You gained a brother in Heath and a sister in Mariah, and everyone in your sister's inner circle were surprised to see just how protective you'd become of them. So if your sister was ever busy and you didn't or couldn't be with her while she was in assistant mode, the others made sure to keep you busy and let you in on what their daily lives were like.

Todd and Jeff took you on a morning hike and were honestly surprised when you didn't get winded. You did draw the line, however, at sprinting and opted to carry Nerf on your back as they waited for you to catch up. Mariah took you to a dance studio where you reconnected with your love of memorizing choreo, and then laughed as Erin and Carly drove you around while recording bits for their vlog as they got to know you even more.

But now that it's drawing closer to return back to Texas, you're more than happy to laze about David's house and dozing in and out of sleep as Natalie helps him go through usable footage for his vlogs.

"Hey Y/N, were you being serious in those job searches around here in LA?" David asks, one headphone in his ear and the other in Natalie's. Your sister's gaze darts you, slowly smiling. "Because it's come to my attention that one of my boys has also been looking up which hospitals are hiring around here."

"Aww. Someone's going to miss you," Natalie teases.

"Shut up," you huff. "And I don't know," you then address David. "In the perfect world I would find a nursing position close by, as well as an apartment. I've forgotten how much I love being around Natty-"

"Aww!"

"-and I've literally gained a bigger circle of friends in the month I've been here than all my years back home. But this is an imperfect world and while there are some nursing positions I could look into, every apartment or house nearby is way out of my price range."

Natalie and David share a look, smiles breaking out. "You tell her," he says.

Now looking at you, Natalie says, "If you're really serious about searching for a job up here, the spare room here is yours for as long as you need it."

You blink in surprise. "What?"

"The spare room is basically used as a storage room." David shrugs. "Move in with us," he chuckles.

"I-I don't know, guys. One month with you is nothing compared to being in my presence 24/7. Are you positive?"

"We're so positive!" Natalie laughs. "I want you here, David wants you here, and you and Jeff are practically dating."

"We are not!"

"Whatever. Everyone really likes you," she then goes on to say. "Just.. just think about it. Okay? Go home and get your head on straight or whatever, and see if you can part with your precious Texas heat and join us here in Cali."

"I'll think about."

[fathertaurus]

Are You Jealous?🦆

uhhh this is based on my own prompt and I’m still a slut for Ilya. this is the sixth time I’ve attempted to submit and hopefully it fucking works now that I’m on someone else’s wifi.

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“You’re seriously taking pictures in those?” Ilya asks, his voice echoing off the walls in the bathroom.

You take a break for admiring the way your body looks in the new Clickbait underwear David had given you. He gave everyone in the friend group a pair and you’d spent the past few minutes taking selfies in them.

You quickly turn to face him. “It’s cute! The color looks really good on me, right?”

“You look good no matter what you wear. But, why do you always have to wear these?” He whines as he pulls the waistband of the panties and releases it, making it smack against your hip.

“Ow! I wear them because David gave me a ton of them. And I really like them.” You explain.

Ilya rolls his eyes, heading out of the bathroom to go to bed. You throw on one of his hoodies and lay next to him, cuddling into his back.

The next morning, you wake up to find Ilya already gone, a text on your phone telling you he had a few errands to run and would be back later. You occupy yourself with Netflix until you grow increasingly bored and even worse, horny. You text Ilya asking him when he’ll be back and he replies saying it’ll be another hour. You decide to tease him and possibly make him want to come home early.

You take out your phone, snap a few selfies, and send them to Ilya with the caption “I miss you.” He replies with a few heart eye emojis and you decide to take it even further by removing your sweats and hoodie and kneeling in front of the mirror.

You were still wearing your clickbait underwear set and looked innocently into the lens. Feeling confident in your body, you send Ilya a few more pictures, hoping to instigate him. Instead of receiving a reply like the last one, he leaves you on read. You brush it off and return to your show, waiting for him to come home.

When he finally walks through the door, you had nearly forgotten about the pictures you sent him. Ilya walks into the living room, a blank expression on his face. You get up and kiss him on the cheek, which he doesn’t react to.

“You okay?” You question, rubbing his tensed shoulders.

“Yeah I’m just frustrated that’s all.”

Wanting to help him unwind, you get some snacks from the kitchen along with a few beers. On your way back to the couch, a bottle slips from your hands.

You set the other snacks on the coffee table and bend down to pick the bottle up. As you place it next to the others, Ilya finally breaks the silence.

“I swear to god, you’re doing it on purpose.” He asserts.

“What?” You ask innocently.

“You know exactly what I‘m talking about. Wearing David’s merch while bending over like that. Sending me sexy pictures of you while I’m trying to take care of shit for work. You’re asking for it.“

“Are you jealous?” You jest.

“I’m not fucking jealous, I just don’t like seeing my girl wearing underwear she got from my best friend. I don’t know.”

“You are jealous. But I bet you won’t do anything about it. I bet David would love seeing me in this.”

He’d had enough at that point. Ilya gets up from the bed and stands chest to chest with you.

“You sure you wanna play this game, babygirl?”

You shrug.

“Get on your knees. Now.”

You sink to your knees and follow his commands, the excitement builds in your chest and your panties grow wet as you anticipate what’s coming next.

He removes his jeans and boxers and his cock stands straight in front of your face.

“Suck. You outta shut that pretty mouth of yours before you really get yourself in trouble.”

You smirk and only provide gentle kitten licks to the head of his cock. He grips your hair and forces you to look into his eyes.

“What did I just tell you? Do I need to punish you?” He growls.

You open your mouth and he doesn’t hesitate to shove himself as far as he can go. Your throat attempts to accommodate his size, but your gag reflex fails you and you begin to choke.

“That’s right, choke on my cock. That’s what you get for teasing me.”

Your eyes water as he relentlessly fucks your throat.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me now?”

You nod your head and he pulls you to your feet. He pushes you over the arm of the couch, hands massaging your ass as he presses his cock against your clothed pussy.

“I swear to God, if you tease me in these fucking panties ever again we’re gonna have a problem.”

With a sigh, he tears the cotton down the middle and it drops to the floor in two pieces.

“Ilya what the fuck-“ you protest but he interrupts by sliding his dick inside your pussy.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you learn who you belong to, okay baby?”

He begins a punishingly rough pace, your hips are sure to bruise later tonight from digging into the couch.

“This pussy is for me only, got it?”

You nod and cry out in pleasure, hands squeezing the nearest throw pillow.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock.”

He slows his thrusts in order to push deeper, hand wrapped around your throat.

He pulls out of you and carries you into the bedroom. You bounce as he drops you onto the bed. His hands instantly pull your sports bra off of your body and uses it to tie your wrists to the headboard. Testing the strength of his knot, you attempt to pull your wrists out of the restraint. They don’t move. Ilya opens the bedside table in order to get your favorite vibrator out. He places it on the bed next to him and you groan in desperation as he pushes your legs apart and brings your pelvis closer to his.

He slaps his dick against your clit and rubs the head up and down, spreading your wetness.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me that I’ll let you cum as many times as you can, ok baby?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Ilya smirks and pushes his cock into you once again. He turns on the vibrator and holds it against you as he thrusts slow and deep.

“Yes, Ilya. Just like that.”

“Does that feel good, princess? You like taking daddy’s cock while I vibrate your clit?”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“No no, sweetie. I need you to keep your eyes on me while you cum. I want to see what I do to you, baby.”

Struggling greatly, you keep your eyes trained on his as your orgasm approaches quickly. When he turns the vibrator up a notch, you’re instantly engulfed in the heat that has been building inside you. You wrap my shaking thighs around Ilya’s waist and grind yourself into the vibrator.

“That’s my good girl. Cumming on my dick. You look so pretty when you cum.”

Still whimpering and shaking, you’re brought back down to earth by Ilya’s words. You tug against your restraints as you yearn to touch and kiss him.

“Can I please touch you, daddy?” You beg, your voice whiny and shaky.

Ilya only nods his head and chuckles as he undoes the knot holding your hands against the headboard.

Your hands run up his chest and squeeze his shoulders, then weave through his hair. You trace his jawline with one hand as the other squeezes his bicep. You were so desperate and grateful to touch him.

“You ready to cum again?”

“Yes. Please.”

He turns you onto your side and lays behind you, arm instantly finding its place around your throat. His cock slides into you with ease from the wetness accumulated from you last orgasm. You hold the vibrator on your clit and your pussy clenches around his cock.

“You feel so fucking good, babygirl. I’m not gonna last long.”

You moan and turn your head to press your lips into his. He pulls your head back and uses his thumb to keep your mouth open. He spits onto your tongue and closes your mouth with his index finger.

“Swallow it, baby”

You oblige and swallow his spit, causing him pick up his pace and mercilessly slam into you.

“That was so fucking hot. God, you’re perfect.”

You feel yourself getting increasingly sensitive as you clench around him again.

“You gonna cum on my dick, pretty girl?”

“Yes, daddy. You’re so big. Fuck.”

He presses soft kisses into your neck as he holds you tight against his chest.

“Fuck. Baby. Gonna cum inside that tight pussy.”

You shake and twitch as you cum for the second time, Ilya following quickly after. His arm tightens around your throat while his other hand grips your thigh, holding your legs apart. His cum fills your pussy and he relaxes against you.

He kisses your lips gently and rubs your wrists with his hand. He then notices the bruises forming at your hips from being pressed into the couch.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks, looking slightly worried.

“If I didn’t want you to do that to me I would’ve told you. They’re just bruises.”

“That’s why I love you.”

You giggle and bury your face in his neck. His hands sooth your aching muscles and you lay smiling and lazily kissing each other until eventually dozing off.