#rent lockscreen | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

turcott3 · 8 days

Text

come home

adam fantilli x fem! reader

warnings?: angst, light cursing, fluff on fluff, kissing, crying, did i mention fluff

masterlist

“hello?” you hear your boyfriend groan through the phone.

“oh, i just realized what time it was. did i wake you?” you ask biting your lip, fighting back your threatening tears.

“yeah.”

“i’m sorry.”

“no no it’s okay baby, is everything okay?” he asks sweetly, in sleepy tone.

“not really,,, just miss you.” you say, letting a tear slip.

“i know, i miss you too.” he replies.

“come home, please adam.” you say softly, voice cracking lightly.

“my flight is in the morning, i promise ill be at your doorstep as soon as i can okay?”

“okay.” you pause, leading to a few long moments of silence.

“baby i can’t sleep.” you finally admit.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you?” he asks and you quickly reply with a yes.

“just go to sleep my love, i promise i’ll be home soon.” he says lowly, as soothingly as he can.

“okay goodnight adam.”

“g’night. i love you.”

“i love you too.” you reply, heart warming at finally hearing the sound of his voice. you hadn’t called him his entire trip, trying to give him his alone time with his family uninterrupted. even though he said you could call every evening. after a while of tossing and turning, just knowing adam was a word away was enough to send you off into slumber, before you know it, waking up to see adam still on the line.

“hello?” you grumble opening your eyes.

“morning y/n, our flight takes off soon, im glad you woke up because i was gonna have to hang up and i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“it’s okay babe, you could’ve hung up.” you say, eyes welling up.

“i just wanted to make sure you were okay.” he replies.

“i know.” you smile to yourself.

“okay i gotta turn my phone off, ill text you when we land.”

“okay, be safe adam.”

“always.” he replies before hanging up the line, texting you a simple red heart on imessage.

truth be told you just wanted adam home because you were struggling, just barely getting by. not making enough money, struggling in your summer class, and not being able to afford gas and groceries. you were overwhelmed. you hated that your parents were paying majority of your rent. you couldn’t believe this is what it’s come to. your roommates have no issue making money but when it came to you, you didn’t have a clue. you just wanted adam there so that all of those problems could disappear for a few hours. burying your stress temporarily so you could love on the one guy that has ever made you feel like you mattered.

you practically watched the hours tick by waiting for the text saying he’d landed. you knew tomorrow morning, or maybe tonight he’d be on the front step of your apartment and that held a little peace in your heart.

“i’ve entered this problem three different ways, what the fuck do you mean it’s not right still?” you yell angrily at your computer as you worked on your summer math class. every few minutes you flipped over your phone, waiting for “adam🤍” to be displayed on your lockscreen.

“fine you win.” you groan, slamming your laptop shut, a tear slipping from your eye. ever since you moved in, you felt insignificant. you weren’t a wimp, so you didn’t understand how people were still able to disrespect you. it almost felt purposeful, yet you didn’t know what you did to deserve it. tears pricked your eyes before streaming down your cheeks at a quick pace. you flipped your phone over and you finally saw the notification you had been waiting, a sigh of relief washing over your stressed body. you felt at ease for a moment knowing adam was a short drive away.

“hello.” you said quietly through the phone, sniffling your tears away.

“i’m on my way home, do you want me to come over tonight or tomorrow?”

“now. please.” you reply as your lip quivered.

“is everything okay hun? i’m worried about you.” he asks.

“no, but i don’t wanna talk about it over the phone.” you respond.

“i’ll be there as soon as i can, i promise.” he replies confidently.

“okay.” you sigh lightly.

“an hour tops.” he adds.

“i’ll see you soon adam.”

“very soon my love,” he replies, hanging up the phone. you sat on your couch staring into space an anxious and crying mess, waiting for his familiar knocks on your front door. you’d eventually stopped crying, the light taps coming just less than an hour after he promised.

“he-“ he starts and is cut off by you latching onto him.

“hi y/n.” he finishes, wrapping his arms snuggly around you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. soon enough your cries returned, this time tears of relief mixed with your overwhelming sea of emotions.

“what’s wrong baby? what’s going on in that little mind of yours?” he asks gently, pulling away, keeping his hands on your waist.

“it’s everything. not our relationship of course but literally everything else.” you preface.

“okay,” he replies, urging you to continue.

“adam, i am struggling right now. with everything. i can barely afford to pay a portion of my rent because i don’t get paid enough and i don’t work enough hours. my parents are all but paying the entire thing. i can’t afford to get gas and groceries, i have to pick one or the other and even still the budget is so slim. my math class is kicking my ass. everything is just so stressful. and when you were gone i was all alone and didn’t know what to do.” you sob to him before he pulled you in for another hug.

“how long has this been going on angel? how long have you been letting your struggles build up?” he asks.

“at least a month.” you reply.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he coos, pulling away from you slightly.

“i didn’t wanna burden you. i didn’t think it would end up digging me a hole like this. i feel so stuck. i can’t even raise any kind of savings.”

“baby, nothing you could ever do would burden me. i’m here to help you, i’m here to catch you if you fall, i’m here to love you. i love you so much. i don’t ever wanna see you this torn up over anything.” he says softly, taking your face into his hands sweetly.

“i know, im sorry.”

“no don’t apologize, you’re struggling. i’m always here for you my love, i’ll take care of everything okay?” he says, looking deeper into your eyes than ever before.

“what do you mean?” you reply.

“the rent, the gas, the groceries. everything y/n. i’ll take care of it, i’ll take care of you. i’ll do whatever it takes to help you get on your feet. i don’t wanna see my girl struggling.” he finishes, running a gentle thumb over your cheek bone.

“i promise ill make it up to you.” you reply.

“no, you don’t need to do that. i’m doing this because i want to and because i love you, okay? it will make me feel better knowing that you’re completely taken care of and comfortable.”

“i love you.” you smile, adam kissing away the last few tears on your cheeks before finally pressing his lips to yours. the feeling of warmth spreading through your whole body. you missed his kisses and the way they made you feel like floating, butterflies flying through your stomach.

“since you’re paying can you at least….. move in with me?” you ask hesitantly after pulling away.

“if that’s what you want.” he replies.

“more than anything.” you smile back.

“there’s that gorgeous smile. god, i missed you so much.” he states, picking you up. your legs wrapped around him quickly, a giggle exiting your mouth.

“you can never leave again.” you stated as he sat down on the edge of your bed, your hips plopping in his lap.

“you’re coming with me next time baby, i wanna show you italy. i wanna show you the whole world if i can.”

“sounds like a dream.” you reply as he kisses you sweetly, bringing you the comfort you’d been longing for, for over a month.

you knew your struggles were long from over, but you knew you were protected and that he would never let you sink.

he truly loved you and that is one thing you would never change. never in a million years.

#adam fantilli #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli fluff #umich hockey #umich imagine #cbj #turcs’ talk

143 notes · View notes

c0smiclatt3 · 11 days

Text

DAN HENG: JUST DOING MY JOB!

a university au - oneshot

☾₊ ⊹ TAGS: university au, first kiss, sfw but tension. is uh happening

AN: for context if you've never seen library stacks they look like this and you have to turn the wheel to open up a path between library shelves, so you have to watch out to make sure nobodys in the rows before using them can you tell i am a uni student

It’d been a few weeks into the semester since you first met him at the library, since those steely gray eyes that peered over at you from the front desk seemed to puncture right through your defences. It’s funny how one day of forgetting your laptop charger could turn into a new daily routine of dropping by the library, requesting to rent one just so you could be struck again. Charger rentals quickly turned to him asking you about the books you’re reading to chats about classes. Then one day he started leaving you cups of tea on your desk for your late night sessions - and always when you have your head down for a power nap so you can’t ever thank him. But the teabag in your cups are always the same brand as the ones you see dangling from his thermos, though he will always deny it.

Today you actually did need his help, though. You were looking for a specific book that was not in the regular library shelves, and needed someone to guide you through the labyrinth that was the archives. Luckily for you, Dan Heng seemed to know them like the back of his hand.

“Sorry to take you away from your job like this.”

“I work at the library help desk. You are asking for my help,” he says matter-of-factly, the way he always spoke. “This is quite literally my job.”

The archive stacks lay out before the two of you, with stacks on stacks of shelves stretched out for what must be all the way from East to West campus. With the archives located in the library’s underground level, it was entirely plausible. It was crazy how in a room that loomed this large, they still had to stack the shelves together to accommodate all of them. Each shelf had a great big wheel on its side, which you knew you had to turn to roll the adjacent shelves aside, allowing you passage to the shelf of your choice. With the smell of finely aging books curling yellow with the years wafting through the room and these great big contraptions of shelves, being down here almost felt otherworldly. You looked to Dan Heng, who walked with purpose and direction - how long must someone spend down here to sift through the shelf labels as algorithmically as he did?

“May I?” Snapping out of your awe, you found him holding his hand out to you, expectantly. Wait - what?

“Huh?”

“Your phone. I forgot the call number.”

Oh. You hand your phone over. This deep into the archives, with the fortress of shelf stacks in front and behind you, the ceiling lights could only reach so far. So when he opened your phone, the light of the screen gently illuminated his face.

“Interesting phone background.” Crap. You'd forgotten what you set your lockscreen to and felt blood rush to your cheeks.

You frown through your embarrassment. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Friendly banter is an effective way to make a friendly atmosphere between library staff and visitors." Once again, as matter-of-factly as ever.

“I didn’t take you for the bantering type.”

Just before you swear you could detect an almost imperceptible smile on his lips. But just as quickly as it came, the light of your phone was snuffed out.

“Here it is,” he set both hands firmly on the wheel, turning and rolling what must have been eight stacks of shelves aside. You didn't expect a nerd like him to do so without breaking a sweat. The shelves gave way with a creak and the crackle of plastic-wrapped books. A space opened up between your two target shelves, just wide enough for one of you at a time to pass through.

“Looks cozy,” you remark, taking a step inside. But you knew this was the farthest right he could push the shelves, and you didn’t want to trouble him to push aside any more. “Let’s go find that book.”

You two work silently, scanning the bookshelves row by row: you on one side and him on the other, meeting in the middle. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little flustered when you two bumped shoulders as you finished the first row, him just silently turning to you, shaking his head. The words registered with just the look on his face. It’s not on this one. And then you two proceeded to the next row.

You went on like this for a little bit, occasionally accidentally brushing hands as you two closely watched the book spines, only for you to hurriedly draw your hand away. But row by row, shelf by shelf, he started to move his hand to yours first, your hands lingering, skin to skin, for just a moment as you both pretended to be carefully observing the last book. Never daring to look the other in the eye lest either one betrays the look on their face. First a brush of the knuckles, them the backs of your fingers, then his hand moves over to just gently slot his fingers over-

The shelves began to close together with a heavy groan. You two must have been so quiet, someone else must not have realized you two were there, and began to close up the stacks, and they were closing in quickly.

Dan Heng's head whipped around, immediately putting himself between you and the incoming shelf, bracing on the shelf behind you. “Excuse me!” He shouts to the stranger, and the shelves ceased.

The stranger called back. “Sorry! I’ll be done in a sec!”

The momentary shock settling down, you realized the position you were in: the two of you, pressed dangerously close together, Dan Heng with one arm above you to steady himself, looking down at you. Your faces were so close as you turned your head up to look at him, you felt a lock of his hair brush your forehead.

“Are you alright?”

You open your mouth to say something, when you realize that with his body pressed to yours he could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest - and was that his thrumming in response? Must the adrenaline from saving you from the shelves be getting him this worked up? Why was your own heart still fluttering if the threat is over? And… Why did your face feel so warm?

“I’m…” You look into his eyes for the first time since you two entered the shelves - he’s handsome. Devastatingly handsome. The faint ceiling lights cut through the shelves, offering a window of light for you to look at him, him to look at you.

You feel his breath on your ear as he speaks in a low whisper. “Sorry… Is this too close?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s… It’s fine…”

Your eyes wandered - could he see where they were looking? Down his face to his lips, and you tried to focus on something - anything - to distract you but all that was before you was him, his eyes gray like winter above you, his heart thumping through his jacket and against your chest, and his lips, god, his lips.

You two stand in silence as you try to peel your eyes away from him. But then he gently puts his free hand under your chin, tipping it back up to look at him. You can’t hide it now - you cheeks flushed pink, the way you’re looking at him. Your foreheads are touching now, his eyes searching yours as his gentle breath fans across your face, a few locks of hair on your cheek stirring. You quietly whisper.

“Is this also part of your job description?”

There's an amused hmph from his lips. A flutter of his eyelashes. Yours closing in response. Your hearts, drumming up courage in you both as he lowers his face and you bring yours up to meet his.

And then the gentlest, gentlest of kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and his hand under your chin drops to your waist in response, drawing you near. His kisses are long and drawn out, then punctuated: short, sweet like haiku syllables, playing out on your lips, writing you to life.

writing masterlist | bots masterlist

☾₊ ⊹ AN: and that's the last of my works from my sideblog migrated here wooo

#dan heng #danheng #honkai star rail #hsr #hoyoverse #danheng x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #writing by junie

94 notes · View notes

waywardfondue · 12 days

Text

✨Be Yourself

(unless you can be graNma sWeetie)

[ID: Image 1 is a screenshot of OP’s lockscreen. It features a multicolor pastel background that softly fades from one color to the next. A cut-out screen capture of Zac Oyama (AKA: granma sweetie) in slumber party mode is slightly off center. We see the subtitle “I’m the belle of the ball” over Zac’s sheet-facemask-wearing self. A thin frame adorned with sparkles is over the image and centered on screen. “Be yourself” is written and underlined along the top left of the minimalist frame, balancing the composition. Image 2 is the photo designed & used as wallpaper in Image 1. End ID.]

✨ This moment has been living rent free in my head since the episode aired and I just wanted to be happy every time I looked at my phone so I made a thing. Feel free to download & enjoy :)

#be yourself #unless you can be graNma sWeetie #zac oyama #belle of the ball #game changer #ratfish #lockscreen #dropout tv #wallpaper #granma sweetie

99 notes · View notes

cometapollo · 6 months

Text

SHAKING YOU /POS YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

Lovestruck Derek comin right up under the cut!!!

Gender neutral reader, Derek is a clingy lowkey obsesed idiot

Derek hated this time of year.

He didn't hate it because it was Christmas, or because he would rather be anywhere else but here; he hated it because of the giant Christmas parties his father would throw every year. He hated formal social events-- social events in general, really.

He stood leaning against the far wall, holding a canteen of "water" in his left hand and his phone in his right as he watched the festivities go on without him. Perfect. It didn't seem like anyone noticed he was here, and he knew he could easily slip away and escape if he was willing to risk a beating from daddy dearest. Which he was not. So there he stood, checking his phone every thirty seconds for a text from his partner.

You hadn't texted him in a few hours, and being the helicopter boyfriend he was prone to being (which he's been trying his damndest to stop doing after you brought it up), he was starting to worry. He tapped in the lockscreen combination and pulled up your most recent text.

My Tesoro♡: I'm gonna get ready, see you at the gala! Mwah!

He felt his anxiety fade a bit as he read through your text messages, though the relief was short lived as he remembered you were riding alone. He'd offered to pick you up like those cheesy romcom movie boyfriends, but you'd declined with an adorable giggle, saying you wanted to surprise him.

He was definately going to be surprised if you stood him up or got hurt somehow. He felt a pang in his chest at the thought, which caused him to clench his jaw and divert his attention from your lack of presence. He allowed himself a minute or two of calm down. You're okay, you're just making sure everything's perfect.

Almost as if on cue, the huge doors to the rented ballroom opened, grabbing Derek's attention like a toddler swiping candy from candy store shelves. He nearly dropped his phone as he instantly relaxed at the sight of you. You had shown up like you promised, you-- holy shit, you are fucking gorgeous...

He suddenly understood why you had taken so long; he had to remind himself you weren't the deity he could've sworn you appeared to be. He found himself unable to move as he stared, heart racing and eyes tracing every movement you made towards him.

You made your way to him and laughed upon seeing his awestruck expression.

God, you loved this idiot.

#personal headcanon that derek speaks a bit of italian cus hes a rich kid #tpof #the price of flesh #tpof fanfic #derek goffard #tpof derek #derek goffard x reader

129 notes · View notes

kieonu · 9 months

Text

boyfie! yuta okkotsu x cosplayer! reader

gender-neutral reader

category: sfw, fluff(?), yuta's a very supportive bf !!

cw: none !!

boyfie! yuta who was surprised when you told him you're a cosplayer. he just came over to your place one day in the early stages of your relationship, unannounced, and had a question mark on his head when you opened the door in full cosplay

boyfie! yuta who admires and compliments you every time you cosplay. sparkles and hearts fill his eyes as he watches you parade around your place in cosplay. he wonders how he's gotten such an attractive s/o

boyfie! yuta who learns the rules of photography to assist you in taking your cosplay photos. he's willing to do whatever it takes to help you get the shots you like ! even if it does make him look silly in public (he's definitely feeling embarrassed), but it's worth it !!

boyfie! yuta who works on creating small photoshoot sets for you. he works as if he's getting paid for quality work and not by the hour. wanna do a simple underwater shoot for just your upper body? he's got you. he's watched enough cosplay tip videos beforehand just for this. although this, there are some times where he physically cannot create an entire set for you, so he'll contribute to renting out a studio just for these shoots !!

boyfie! yuta who gets jealous easily. after the first few times you've cosplayed a couple with another cosplayer, his heart couldn't handle it anymore. he then offered to cosplay couples with you !! he'll cosplay no matter the character and costume details (need me someone like this </3)

boyfie! yuta who feels awkward posing as a couple in character whilst getting photos taken. he eventually warms up and gets used to taking photos, though he's still very shy

boyfie! yuta always attends conventions and cosplay events with you. he's there to hold whatever you purchase (he's your #1 gofer) and have whatever you need. water? of course he's got it. a piece of your costume keeps slipping? he's got tape for a quick fix !! a solo cosplayer wants to take a photo with you? he'll take the photo !! truly the best support boyfriend ever

boyfie! yuta who's eyes widen and feels a little sense of panic when someone asks him for a photo. his nerves calm and agrees when he sees you smile at him, encouraging him to take the photo. if they ask him for his socials (most likely to tag him in the photo once they post it later), he'll give them your social. he's gotta support his partner as much as he can, even if it means giving people a different person's social. close enough though, right?

boyfie! yuta who would slip away while you're in the bathroom at the convention to buy something you were eyeing earlier. he then runs back to the bathroom just so you don't suspect him to have wandered off

"why are you breathing so heavily?"

"it got a little hot here earlier as a large wave of people walked by. it seems to have calmed down though so no worries ("⌒▽⌒) ". totally not because he ran across the cramped artist alley, nooooo.. he would give you what he bought you when you guys get home and have a little haul for the day. he'd also be just as excited over the things you bought

boyfie! yuta who walks behind you to make sure no creeps try to take weird photos of you as they pass by. don't worry about him getting lost though, he's holding your hand :D. for a pretty shy guy, he likes to hold your hand in public to show that you already have a lover and anyone else can back off

boyfie! yuta who secretly takes photos of you while walking or when you're staring off somewhere after the convention. walking to a restaurant nearby? he's snapped a photo of you. your resting on the railing on a balcony? he took the perfect photo that he'll later set as his lockscreen

boyfie! yuta who loves his s/o so much and would do anything for them. he loves supporting you in anything you do !!

nsfw edition here

#yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu imagine #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagine #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta jujutsu kaisen #yuta jjk

168 notes · View notes

chanshoesunite · 2 years

Text

Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

#author tortoise #i am a simple woman #i see arms veins and muscles - i want to worship them #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #bangchan imagine #bang chan imagine #straykids smut #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #chanshoesunite #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan scenarios #chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic

2K notes · View notes

astronicht · 9 months

Text

whumptober day 1: “how many fingers am i holding up?”

(I wanna do some of these for as long as i’m feeling it as a kind of fic amnesty! get back into the swing of writing without pressure u know! it might be exactly two it might be literally just this one who knows!)

F1 rpf | max/daniel | figure skating AU | 1.5k, rated T

(mild cw for an injured kid)

The coach is a fucking joke. He’s across the lobby from Max, who is tying his sleek black skates and waiting for Christian to show up in about thirty minutes, clutching a coffee even though he’s woken up at 4AM for the last forty years.

The coach nervously leans close to a little girl sitting on the benches in her skates, her boots and blades wet with slush. She has a sleek high ponytail and still has her bum pad strapped on over her leggings to break falls and a closed-off look on her little face. The coach says, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Jackass. He’s obviously a competitive skater working as a coach part-time because he looks all of nineteen, but that doesn’t fucking matter. He’s the coach. He should know better. Max’s hands feel clumsy on his laces. He’s probably going to have to— Or the mum—

As Max is scanning the little crowd of parents at the tables, the door to the rink swings open with a blast of cool wet air and Daniel strides in. He’s got new boots on, Max realizes numbly. Daniel and the little girl are also wearing the same brand of leggings, hers in miniature. She is probably seven years old.

“Hey, you took a spill, huh?” Daniel says, because if he was on the ice he’d have seen it. He’s walking a little gingerly, slush sluicing off his blades onto the rubber floor; his feet are probably rubbed bloody inside the stupid new Jackson Ultimas.

Max gets up, walks over. Daniel sees him and seems surprised, or maybe Max is imagining it. Max does not say anything. He squats on his toepicks in front of the little girl, ignores the stupid fucking coach. Daniel says, “Oh, uh— Max is just gonna do a little concussion check, yeah?” Daniel doesn’t ignore the coach at all, smiles at him, says something, but he does somehow dismiss him a little. It’s easy to see, to Max, that Daniel was coached by Christian for a long time.

Max looks at the girl. She stares back, jaw tight. He tells her, “No counting, only follow my finger with your eyes. And now you talk to me, okay? Explain exactly what happened.”

The girl hesitantly starts to describe the double loop that led to the back of her skull smacking into the ice. Max moves his finger to her left, to her right. Her words are in the right order, not slurred, but her eyes judder a little following his hand.

“Daniel, give me your phone.” Max says, squinting at the girl and sticking his hand up. Daniel’s warm hip is right next to him, shifting as Daniel fidgets, his phone probably in his fleece because he never leaves it on the boards unless he’s on the ice. Daniel hesitates, maybe, but then his cold phone is being fumbled into Max’s waiting hand. His lock screen is some fucking beach, screen protector clouding up under Max’s warm fingertips. Daniel does not even like the beach that much. Max taps to make the flashlight come on from the lockscreen and tries to ignore Daniel relaxing beside him, like he didn’t want Max to be nosy about his stupid life.

Daniel does get three incoming texts while Max is watching the girl’s pupils react to the light, flinching down to a point the way they are supposed to. But maybe a little slow. Max frowns. It is all normal for skating, injuries and concussions alike, but it makes him feel a little sick, sometimes, when it’s the little ones. He doesn’t practice around kids that often anymore, but then again, if she’s here this seven-year-old is probably thinking about breaking into juniors, probably very serious.

The girl’s mum comes in through the other set of doors, the ones leading to the rest of the rink, the other sheets of ice that Max normally rents privately for a few hundred dollars an hour — a little cheaper in euros. Someone must have texted her; one of the other mums at the tables by the window to the rink, probably, not the coach who is almost hiding behind Daniel while Max takes care of his fucking student. Max should charge him.

Max straightens up and says to the mum, but looking out at the rink through the windows, “She has hit her head. I am of course not her coach so I cannot tell you what to do. She is not confused now but some of her reactions are a little slow.” He swallows. “So yes you could of course get her checked out at a clinic.”

The woman turns to the useless coach and starts asking questions. Max looks at the kid. “Okay, good job,” he says. “Take a break, try not to fall on your head like this.” Then he walks back to his seat. He looks down at his skates again. He can’t find his gloves.

A rustle and a shadow in the fluorescent lights: Daniel is coming to sit beside him on the cold plastic bench. Daniel sighs. It is early but he looks more tired than an early morning. He only got one Grand Prix invitation this year. The girl and her mum are gone, the doors swinging shut. Max swallows. It is normal, but also he hopes the mum takes the girl to the doctor today, just to see.

“Alright?” says Daniel, almost warily. “Doctor Maxy.”

Max rolls his eyes at him, says, “It is so annoying. Of course a head hit rattles you, so it is hard to tell when it is real.”

“Well, this time she’s definitely fucking concussed,” Daniel says, rubbing his face.

“Oh. Did you tell her mum?” Max asks, surprised. He watches his own hands clench on his knees. His gloves are in the side pocket of his skate bag like always, he realizes. He doesn’t reach for them yet.

Daniel blinks at him, eyes wide, shadows under them a delicate purple. “I… yeah, I told her what the kid said: that she'd blacked out when she hit her head for a second? Any time you black out, it’s a concussion, right? I don’t know if the mum like, knows that.” He squints at the doors. “Cunt of a useless coach though.”

“No it’s not always a concussion,” Max corrects. The girl did say that, he remembers, when he was making her talk so he could test how she spoke. “Blacking out for a second when you hit? Then I would've had dozens as a kid.” Daniel shifts beside him, laughs a nervous little laugh. His head is in his hands. “I have had enough already, my brain would be mush, Daniel. Anyway it is not even the real test, the finger and the eyes thing and the talking. It is just a DUI test. Geri did it to you once, I remember, at Cup of China 2017? I asked what it was because I of course had not seen it and she said she used to party pretty hard, run into problems with friends sometimes, and she thought it had to be about the same.”

Daniel rubs his face again. “Was I concussed?” he asks. “In 2017?”

“Yes, I think so. But it is hard to tell.”

“No, I remember, I skated in that competition.”

Max shrugs. “You won the gold, then I beat you at Skate America two weeks later.”

“Shit, yeah. I remember now. Yeah.” Daniel tips his head back. On the tvs above the rink doors, the receptionist is playing YouTube videos of last year’s Grand Prix series instead of the rink sponsorship reel. It looks like Italy, the senior pairs event. Max watches Sui Wenjing get thrown through the air in a near-perfect twist, land on one edge of one blade like a sharp and flying thing. He has always wondered what it feels like, to land something from six feet in the air. No matter how high he can get his quads, his triples, he of course skates singles.

Max can smell Daniel’s cologne, which he is wearing at 5:03 AM, his sweat, the stiff leather of his awful new boots. “Well, gotta get back out there,” Daniel says. “These babies won’t break themselves in.”

They both look at Daniel’s new boots, which are probably full of Daniel’s blood for no reason, because Max doesn’t think his old ones were really broken or that bad or whatever. His coach probably told him to switch. Max switches boots when he needs to, always knows when to judge it, always gives himself the full summer before the competition season to break them in and let them tear him up a bit.

“Okay,” Max rasps. “Say hi to Lando for me. Try to land your Salchow.”

Daniel stands with his hand on Max’s hair, ruffles it and shoves Max, making him laugh. The clenching thing in his chest releases a little.

“Don’t bump your noggin,” Daniel says quietly, rapping his hand on Max’s head, gentle.

“Too late,” Max jokes.

Max stays sitting there for a minute after Daniel gets back on the ice, trying to wait out the rush of adrenaline, his heart still slamming like it was him who fucked up a loop, like it was his pale mother at the swinging doors.

—

concept brought to u by me in @/garagegremlin’s texts like OKAY they’re like all singles skaters but max has the heart of a pairs girl

#f1 rpf #my fic #whumptober ‘23 #max/daniel #maxiel #suddenly remembering i don’t know tagging conventions round these parts #alas #maxiel figure au

168 notes · View notes

eddiemunsonhotgf · 1 year

Note

Jus' sum modern eddie being cute plz if ur feeling it, love ur page sm 💗 🥺

cutesy modern!eddie lives in my mind rent free :,(

first of all he would put you as his lockscreen, his pfp pic on instagram and would NEVER !! never ever stop talking ab you to his friends, on social media ... etc. he needs everyone to know how much of a lucky man he is !!

he loves texting you whenever he's on tour with his band. usually all he does is tell you how badly he wants to cover you in lots of kissies once he gets back home and cuddle you for the rest of his lifetime.

if you're both going out shopping and he catches you staring at something for too long (per example: a lipgloss, blush ...) he would take a photo of it and use it as a resource so he knows how to give you the best gifts ever !!!!

whenever you're both kissing he loves holding your face because he's just sweet like that :( let's keep in mind his love language is definitely physical contact so if he has any chance of holding you, he's not letting that opportunity go to waste !

you and him may not share musical tastes but he loves sending you playlists with titles such as "for my princess" that he plays whenever you and him are inside the van (on a road trip) that has a really eclectic mix of genres. pop, indie, rock, metal... your music taste and his combined are, as he says, the perfect mixture (even though he absolutely despises that skimpy beat all pop songs have)

he's always calling you petnames and praising you; you're here with me now so there's no need to worry okay princess? love you, you did so well for me, i love you, baby.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #polly speaks💭#polly's mail💌

277 notes · View notes

seeingivy · 4 months

Note

hi this is really out of the blue andr andom but i was wondering if u had any hcs or js random thoughts about best friends older brother!sukuna? i would love to hear them but if u dont want to or anything just ignore this ask! ily ur writing is soo good!

hello my love 💌

DO I??? (yes, I do. he lives rent free in my head)

sukuna was a basketball player when they were in high school together. he easily made varsity when he was a freshman (which kind of explains why he was friends with juniors and seniors when he was a freshman) and was basically the star point guard

for senior night type games or championships, y/n and yuuji had to attend with their families and sukuna would feel some type of way about the fact that y/n had the teams colors smeared in glitter on her cheeks (and obv wore his number with the rest of his family)

y/n did yearbook. this meant that she was always at those high publicity type of events taking pictures - fun fact, she was actually at the senior prom that sukuna went to as a sophomore (and she took no pictures of sukuna + didn't talk to him while she was there)

sukuna hates matcha. he has to stomach it though because y/n can never finish her drink and he doesn't want it to go to waste (he would rather die than admit that after the third or fourth time it's starting to grow on him)

sukuna used to ride a motorcycle when he was studying abroad in europe/france.

when sukuna gets a motorcycle in tokyo, y/n gets a baby pink helmet and decorates it with ribbons to match. sukuna also buys her a nice quality leather jacket.

y/n is majoring in vet med! (sukuna hates cats but she will convince him one day to get one as a pet. he will then treat said cat like it's his child even though he didn't even want it in the first place)

sukuna's lockscreen is of y/n smiling at the camera! her's is of him wearing the skincare headband that she uses to hold her hair (he is glaring at the camera)

y/n and sukuna have a shared playlist - he listens to it while he's at work and she listens to it when she's walking to class. y/n likes to listen to olivia rodrigo/lana del ray/boygenius/clairo/girl in red and sukuna listens to a lot of old school rap (y/ns favorite ends up being old school drake)

y/n tells sukuna that her favorite song on the playlist is best I ever had and sukuna really loves there's a tunnel under ocean blvd.

besides y/ns ribbon on sukuna's car key and the lock screen, he also has a picture of her in his wallet (of her fast asleep in his bed)

mrs. itadori always used to joke that y/n would end up with her son and gave up the joke once it was kind of obvious that yuuji was gay (but her dream still comes true <3)

weirdly enough, megumi is a sukuna apologist. yuuji obv doesn't hate sukuna that much, there's a lingering love there, and megumi tries to coax him to let some of that stuff go.

y/n is not yet aware that her roommate mai is the sister of nobara's sneaky link. when they find out, it's ww3.

gojo and geto are way too involved in sukuna and y/ns relationship. they try to stalk both of their socials to get any more content and every time sukuna brings her up satoru makes his best efforts to not squeal.

sukuna is the closest to geto out of all of his coworkers.

#asks!#bsfs older brother sukuna!

34 notes · View notes

hoodharlow · 1 year

Text

Lil Jackie

AN: ngl idk what this is lol enjoy tho 🥰🥰🥰

Requested? No

Warnings: SMUT (🤪🤭🥴) mentions of throwing up and vomit, weirdos not respecting boundaries

Word Count: 5.6k words

Present

Jack jogged up the steps that lead to his daughter’s bedroom. Liliana, his two year old daughter, had been noticeably quiet. He was in town for a few days and was taking advantage of all of them to be with his daughter. They were currently at Monse’s place (which was technically a house his parents used to rent out before Monse and Liliana moved to Louisville) because Liliana forgot her avocado toast Squishmallow and she couldn't sleep without it.

“Lil Jackie?” Jack called before poking his head in Liliana's bedroom.

She was fast asleep hugging her Squishmallow with her little arm. Lalo, Monse’s four year old german shepherd, was curled up in his designated rug he liked to lay on. He got up and sniffed Jack, nudging his head so he could get some head scratches.

“How long was she out?” Jack asked the dog.

Lalo whined and stood up, shaking its whole body before laying back on its rug. Jack decided he would rather deal with Monse scolding him than waking up his daughter, so he went down stairs. He grabbed a juice box and sat on a stool. He pulled out his phone, smiling at his lockscreen. It was a picture of him and Liliana in his suite before he headed out to the Met Gala that Urban took.

He still couldn't believe that he's a dad. After that night with Monse, they kinda forgot about getting that Plan B and kept having unprotected sex until Monse noticed that she hadn't had her period in months. One trip to Planned Parenthood later she found out she was thirteen weeks pregnant. It wasn't an ideal time for the both of them. Monse was about to start her last year of undergrad and he was about to tour.

Jack told her that he would be supportive of whatever she wanted to do. Monse originally decided on giving their kid up for adoption. She had come up with the perfect plan to avoid her parents, but they paid her a surprise visit and saw her with her bump. She expected them to be somewhat okay with it –well not okay with it–obviously her getting pregnant by some dude that she wasn't dating wasn't the smartest thing she ever did. What she did not expect was getting disowned and cut off by them.

Her parents talked down to her and Jack, implying that he was a lowlife that got her pregnant to live off the trust fund her grandma left her. After they dragged Jack's existence, her parents came for the baby growing inside of her. Hearing all the awful things they said made Monse want to protect her baby, so she decided to keep it. She called Jack after they left and told him that she was keeping their baby.

He was a bit hesitant at first, but respected her decision and supported her in ways he best could. His parents were on board. They were shocked by the news, but were ecstatic that they were going to have a grandchild. Even more that she was coming from Monse. They met her a few times when she would visit Louisville with Serena during school breaks. They even suggested Monse move to Louisville after she finished her undergrad so they could help her take care of the baby.

Monse agreed. She had no one back home. The only person that cared for her was her abuela Lilia, but she passed away in early 2019. To her parents and sisters, she never existed. They deleted any trace of her off their social media. A few tias and cousins reached out to her to 'check in' but she knew it was because her parents were tight lipped and didn't say what happened. To avoid any further drama, Monse deleted her social media and started fresh. She moved to Louisville and with the help of Jack's parents, and her trust fund, she opened her own bookshop coffee shop. It became successful within the last eighteen months.

Jack also accomplished several things as well. In 2020 the song he played for her in the car charted in the Billboard Hot 100 chart. That same year he dropped his debut album. Later in 2021, he collabed with Lil Nas X and Jack got his first number one hit. He got his second #1 hit just a few weeks back when he released First Class. Tonight his second album was dropping at midnight. He felt proud of everything he and Monse have done to provide their daughter the life she deserved.

Keys jingled outside the front door, bringing Jack back to reality. Lalo trotted downstairs, ready to bark but Jack whistled at him and told be quiet so that Liliana wouldn't wake up. Lalo huffed and went back to Liliana's bedroom. Jack got up from where he was and went to peek. There was a butler door that divided the living room area, where Monse was, and kitchen, where Jack was. He stuck his foot out to open the door just a bit, so he could see who she was with.

He knew Monse had a date tonight. When he came over to get Liliana, she was facetiming Serena outfit options because she was getting drinks with some guy from Bumble.

Jack and Monse weren’t together. They agreed that it would be easier for them to co-parent instead of forcing themselves to be a couple for Liliana. When she was born, Jack was with them in LA to help Monse so she could finish her undergrad. He was lucky enough that 2020 wasn’t hectic. He had a few performances here and there, but he mostly had to focus on ‘That What They All Say’. He flew between LA and Atlanta to work on it.

Nonetheless, Jack and Monse still hooked up whenever he was in Louisville or when he would fly her and Liliana out to wherever he was traveling to. They went back to their original rules from when they started hooking up. Monse got an IUD after their daughter was born because she wasn't planning on having kids anytime soon.

“You didn't have to walk me all the way in but I appreciate it.” Jack heard Monse tell her date.

From where he stood he couldn't see her date, but he did get a great view of Monse’s ass. She wore a short dress with different shades of blue in a swirl pattern. She set her leather jacket down in a chair along with her purse, turned to her date.

“What kind of date would I be if I didn't make sure you got in safely."

Jack recognized that voice anywhere. It was Brody Hawthorne. One of the many people from high school that would say that he wouldn't make it in the music industry and that his music is ass. He also hated Jack because he got to be captain of their school’s soccer their senior year. Though Brody got him back their senior prom by telling Jack's then date some bullshit lie so she could go with him.

Truthfully Brody was an unlikeable guy. He made his parents' bourbon company his whole personality. There wasn't a day in their AP Econ class where he mentioned his parents owned the second largest distillery in Louisville. He was rude, entitled and arrogant. In class he played 'devil's advocate' during socratic seminars and tried to force his close minded opinions on the class during class discussions.

The alarm system beeped, starting a ten second countdown before the actual alarm. Monse mumbled something Jack couldn't hear and gave her back to her date as she put in the code which was their daughter's birth date (30920).

"Well I should get going. Can I see you tomorrow?" Brody asked Monse.

She shook her head. "My best friend is flying in tomorrow for Derby weekend and tomorrow night I have a fundraiser thing." She said, slowly closing the door.

"Serena, right? She's friends with Jack Harlow, right?" He pressed.

"I guess they are. I'm not too sure." Monse shrugged.

"Okay, I'll call and we can set up another date." He said.

He took a step forward, reaching for Monse's waist, but she took a step back before he could touch her.

"Bye, and thanks for dinner." She said, giving him a toothless smile.

Brody said something but Jack couldn't hear.

"Why are you still here?" Monse asked when she walked in the kitchen.

"Your daughter fell asleep." Jack said, finishing his juice. "So, Brody Hawthorne…"

"You know him?" She asked as she placed enough pizza bagels into the air fryer for her and Jack to share. She was still hungry from her date since Brody only ordered appetizers for them, and she felt weird ordering an actual meal when he didn't.

"We went to high school together. He was on the soccer team with me." He explained. "What do you think of him?"

"He's okay. Talks too much about himself. We've gone on a few dates, but I'm thinking of ending it because there's something missing, you know?" She said, as she hopped on the counter.

Monse sat directly in front of Jack. Her legs were slightly open. One glance and Jack could find out she wore the white thong he likes to see her in when they facetime after Liliana goes to bed.

They made some small talk while the pizza bagels cooked. Jack told her how he and Liliana went to Costco and that their two year old begged for a churro only to not want it after one bite. After a few minutes the air fryer dinged. Monse got up to get them, but Jack stopped her. It was midnight.

He looked up and smiled at her. "Happy birthday, Monse."

He pulled her to his chest and gave her a hug. Monse hugged him back and looked up at him. Without thinking, their lips met. It was a soft kiss. Like it was testing the waters. Jack gently grabbed herself and kissed her once more. She kissed him back with full force.

He sat her back on the counter and removed her dress. He quickly dropped his pajama pants and took off his shirt.

"You're so beautiful, Monse." He told her.

She threw her arms around Jack, pulling him back to her and kissed him. She felt him push himself against her legs to give him better access. His hands grabbed her ass and grinded her against his crotch. Monse threw her neck back, reveling in how good he felt against her.

Jack nipped and sucked down her neck to find her sweet spot. He barely caught her strangled moan when he nipped the spot between her jaw and neck. He repeated his actions, earning a louder moan from her. He pulled away and pushed her down on the counter. Jack peeled off her thong, tossing it behind him. He sat down on the stool and pulled Monse closer to her. He placed her legs on his shoulders and dove in. He devoured her like he'd been in the desert for an eternity and she was the only who could satisfy his hunger and thirst. Monse gripped his curls, keeping his head in place as she lifted her hips.

After a while Jack sat up and pushed her legs to her chest, so she was more exposed to him. With one hand, he undid the front clasp of her bra. He roughly squeezed her breasts then continued to eat her out. His nose pressed on her clit, making her a moaning mess. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her.

With his fingers still fucking her at an agonizing slow pace, he sat Monse up and brought her mouth to his. Jack's beard was dampened by her arousal, a few drops fell onto her neck, rolling down to her chest.

“I'm close…shit—Jack!” She whimpered and reached down to his wrist.

She tightly gripped the edge of the counter as she came. Once her high faded, Jack let go and let her lean into him. He slipped his fingers out of her and licked them clean, moaning at how delicious she tasted.

"Fuck me, Jack." Monse begged breathlessly. "You can't just tease me with your tongue and expect me to not want your dick after."

"Whatever you want, birthday girl." He smirked.

Jack pushed down his boxers, just enough for his cock to be put. He stroked his length a few times then coated himself with Monse’s arousal. He placed one of her legs over his shoulder and slid into her. He pulled away and thrusted into her once again, earning louder sounds from her.

Monse nails dig into Jack’s biceps as he pounded into her. He took her rough and possessively. She knew Jack was in a mood after seeing her come back from her date and used her birthday as a way to remind her that she was his and only his. And she let him. She didn't mind it. She liked it at times. Because despite everything, no one could ever measure up to Jack.

He snapped his hips, burying himself deep into her with every thrust. It didn’t take long for Monse to come. She chanted his name and wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting to feel all of him. Jack's orgasm followed soon after. With three shallow thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Monse, spilling every last drop in her.

Jack pulled out of her and grabbed some dish towels from a drawer. He wet them with warm water and cleaned Monse up with one of them. Then he cleaned himself with the other.

"Thanks," she said softly.

"No problem." He grinned.

Monse hopped down and went to the laundry room. She had a load of laundry in the dryer that she hadn't folded and grabbed a pair of panties, a large t-shirt, and sleep shorts. She went to the guest bathroom and cleaned herself up. When she went back to the kitchen, Jack was fully clothed and wiping the counter with Clorox wipes. He tossed the wipes in the trashcan and washed his hands. He slid her plate of pizza bagels.

"Don't you dare get the ranch." She warned him, taking a bite.

There was a loud knock coming from the front, followed by the doorbell ringing. Lalo rushed out of Liliana's bedroom and went to bark at whoever was at the front door.

"I'll go see who it is." Jack said.

"It's Brody." Monse said, checking the cameras on the tablet the security system came with.

She made her way to the front door, telling Lalo to back up so she could open the door. He obeyed but stood by her, quietly growling.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

Brody handed her her jacket. "You left it in my car. I took the initiative and drove back after I got home."

Monse glanced down at the chair she usually set her things on when she got home. Oddly enough it wasn't there with her purse, she was certain she brought it with her.

"Uh, thanks." She said, setting it down on the chair. "Next time I would appreciate it if you text me to ask if you could come over. I don't like it when people show up unannounced, especially this late."

"Geez, sorry for being considerate." He said sarcastically.

"Goodnight Bodie." She said, knowing how he hated being called that. He went on a rant about it a few dates back.

"It's Brody." He corrected her. "But I'll see you around.

"Right," she nodded, closing the door.

She locked the door. Monse walked to the kitchen. Liliana was awake eating a pizza bagel.

"Comadre, why are you awake?" She asked the two year old.

"Toasty." Liliana pointed at the Squishmallow Jack had on his lap.

"Lil Jackie, finish that so we can go. Tomorrow we have to be up early so we can see some horses." Jack told her.

She shook her head. "Sleep here."

"Baby, you know the rules. When papi is in town you go with him." Monse reminded her.

"Mami come." She pouted.

"She already did…twice." Jack mumbled under his breath, but Monse heard him and pinched his side. He yelped in pain but quickly composed himself. "Lily, listen to mom."

"Okay." The toddler nodded.

Jack only ever used Lily when he meant business. 95% of the times he called her Lily, she'd comply without any fight. Lil Jackie was a nickname he made as a joke to annoy Monse that ended up sticking. Her full name is Liliana Jaqueline Harlow-Delgado.

'Thank you.' Monse mouthed. He nodded in response. Liliana finished her pizza bagel. Jack grabbed his keys and the Squishmallow then placed her on his hip.

"Bye baby." Monse said, leaning to kiss her cheeks. "Love you."

"Love ya…bye." Liliana giggled, covering her mouth. She's been saying that for a few days since the video of Jack and Emma dropped a few days ago.

"I'll text you when we get home." Jack said.

Monse nodded. She walked them out to the front door and stood by it, until Jack drove off.

He didn't live that far from her. Jack texted her that they got home safely. Monse didn't respond. He figured she went to sleep. He quickly got Liliana ready for bed. Once she was settled and sleeping soundly in her bedroom, Jack went to his bedroom and facetimed the only person that could answer his questions.

"What do you want?" Serena answered.

"Brody Hawthorne?" He asked her. "You of all people know he's an asshole.

"How do you know about Brody?" She asked, confused. "Are you stalking her dates again?"

"No, Lil Jackie forgot her Squishmallow at the house and we went to pick it up." Jack explained. "We were still there when he dropped her off. I don't know. I just got a weird vibe from him when he was there. Obviously, I couldn't tell her about him or she'd think I'm trying to sabotage her."

"Right and by fucking her after he dropped her off isn't some sort of sabotage." Serena said, rolling her eyes. She took in his worried face and sighed. "Look, I don't know much other than they met on Bumble and he didn't send her dick pics when they started talking. They met for coffee a few weeks ago and they've been going on dates here and there. It's nothing serious. You know Monse isn't looking to settle down. She wants to see what's out there besides you. That's all I'm gonna say because I already told myself that I'm not gonna insert myself in y'alls situation."

“Papi!” Liliana squealed, running to Jack’s arms.

“Hi, Lil Jackie.” he said, kissing her cheeks. He placed her on his hip and greeted Maggie. “Hi, ma.”

“Hi hun.” she said, pulling away to greet Monse. “Hi, baby.”

“Hey!” Monse said, wrapping her arms around mama Harlow.

Every year, Jack’s parents hosted a breakfast the day of the Kentucky Derby before everyone headed out to Churchill Downs. Monse wasn’t going to go, but last night at the Derby Eve dinner Maggie insisted that she attend, resulting in Jack butting in to promise his mom that he would bring her. The dinner was a huge fundraising event that also served as a networking event.

Their daughter stayed with Serena, whose parents lived next door to Jack’s parents, for the dinner since Jack’s parents also went. Liliana ended up spending the night with her nina Serena because in order to make sure Monse went to breakfast, she had to have her own sleepover with Jack.

Monse followed the Harlows out to the backyard. Some of Jack’s team were there. She spotted Serena, her family, Miles and Ilias sitting by a table and went to them. Ilias Torres was one of the few friends Monse made in Louisville. Technically he was friends with Jack and Serena before her, but out of everyone in her baby daddy's friend circle, she liked him the best, save for Serena of course.

Ilias owned a salon with his sisters. He was the main nail tech while his sisters did other things. He did other things, but he mostly stuck to nails. Even Jack went to him to get himself pampered and groomed. His salon was across the street from her bookstore. They always frequent each other's businesses. She would let him have a peek of all the new releases and he’d give her a discount on her gel manicures.

“Hey,” Monse said when she reached their table. She went around the table and greeted everyone. Maggie came by and told her to grab a plate, so she did. Serena went with her. “Has Lily eaten?”

“She had some fruit, but she’s mostly been playing with her wooden puzzles.” Serena told her, watching her grab another bagel for the two year old. “I guess I know why Jack asked if Lily could spend the night.”

Monse nudged her when one of Jack’s managers approached the table. Serena poured some mimosas for her and Monse busied herself by building a bagel sandwich with the food she piled on her plate, so she could make room for cheese danish and some fruit.

“Mami, cookie?” Liliana asked her, pointing at the cookie platter.

“No, you have to have breakfast before dessert.” Monse said.

“Here have some, your mommy is silly.” Neelam said in a patronizing tone as she handed Liliana two cookies on a napkin.

“Grachas,” she said walking away. She mumbled 'mami silly' as she happily ate her cookies.

Neelam walked away before Monse could tell her anything.

“I’m gonna kick her ass, my pilates class does a weekly boxing session.” Serena offered.

“It’s fine.” Monse said in an annoyed tone. She walked back to their table and ate. The rest of breakfast she was noticeably quiet. She had her eyes on Liliana, making sure she didn’t get more cookies. She was beyond pissed. She hated it that people on Jack's team always butted in and undermined her.

Monse heard Liliana's soft cries. She got up and rushed to her. When she reached her, Liliana's dress was covered in vomit.

"Oh, baby." She said, picking her.

She took her to one of the guest bedrooms in the Harlow household. They barely made it to the toilet before Liliana threw up once more. She blubbered and huffed.

"Hey, it's okay." Jack said softly, kneeling beside her. He rubbed her back whispering soft coos.

Monse looked next to her and saw Jack's diaper backpack. She reached for it and grabbed a t-shirt and leggings to change Liliana into. She turned on the shower and set it to the temperature Liliana liked.

"Jesus what did you eat, Lil Jackie?" Jack gagged, flushing the toilet. He turned to Monse. "That looked nothing like the melon and strawberries I gave her. Did she eat with you?"

"No, and Serena said she had some fruit earlier." She said, omitting how Neelam gave Liliana cookies.

Monse hated being near Jack's team and if she had it her way, shouldn't allow Liliana mear them. They were very nitpicky and needed to be in the loop of everything she does. They would constantly check on her to make sure she was following her contract. She doesn't do anything other than raise her daughter and run her bookstore. Monse was fairly positive that they blamed her for people finding out that Jack was a dad all because she wanted to take Liliana to the Birch Aquarium when Jack was doing his show in San Diego earlier in the year.

She wanted to take Liliana herself but Jack insisted on going with them. He was set on joining their little outing, even after Monse reminded him that knew the area like the back of her hand because her dad is one of the biology professors at UCSD and she spent a lot of time there. The trio ended up getting spotted but Jack distracted the few fans with pictures, so she and Liliana could get away. Some of the fans got videos of them but nobody got a good picture/video of Monse or Liliana.

Jack released a statement acknowledging that he had a daughter but he implored his fans to be respectful and to not go out of their way to find information about her or Monse. Surprisingly they actually listened and minded their business. There were a few whole made Twitter threads about, trying to figure out who could be his baby mama, but they never found any concrete evidence. The few bits they got were quickly debunked.

"Hey, what's happening?" Maggie asked, walking in the bathroom.

"Lily got sick and threw up." Monse said, carefully removing the dress so the vomit wouldn't smear.

"It must've been all those cookies I saw Neelam give her. I tried to tell her that Lily was gonna get sick but she–"

"You didn’t think of telling us?" Jack snapped at his mom.

"Don't talk to your mom like that." Monse responded to him in an annoyed tone. "If you're gonna be like this, please step out and cool off while I clean Lily."

Jack felt his cheeks warm. Monse was right he shouldn't have yelled at his mom. "I'm sorry ma." He apologized.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too. I should've told you guys what was happening." Maggie said quietly. "Do you need anything?"

"Not right now, thank you though." Monse said, giving her a small smile.

Jack's mom nodded and walked out so the bathroom was less cramped. With one hand Monse unfastened her heels and got in the shower with Liliana. Jack helped her by holding the detachable shower head while Monse cleaned her. Once Liliana was bathed, Jack wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed. He left the guest room and went to his childhood bedroom to grab some clothes for Monse.

"Here." He said, handing her the clothes when he came back.

"Thanks." Monse said, unzipping her dress.

She pulled her hair into a bun and got dressed.

"Papi." Liliana pouted, making grabby hands at Jack.

He took her in his arms and rubbed her back. "She won't throw up again right?" He asked Monse.

"Let's hope not." She mumbled, pulling the drawstring to make her shorts tighter. "I'm gonna take her home so she can rest."

"Let me drive y'all home,” he said.

Monse didn’t protest. She nodded and grabbed Liliana’s things. When she walked out of the room, she saw Jack talking to his parents. Liliana gave them a small wave as they walked out of the house. Monse went to the yard and grabbed her things from the table.

“I’m going home. Lily got sick.” she told Serena and Ilias.

“Do you need a ride?” Serena asked.

Monse shook her head. “Jack is taking us.”

“Where’s Jack? We have to go soon.” Neelam asked her in a demanding tone.

“He’s taking me and my daughter home because someone had the fucking genius idea to undermine me and feed her cookies nonstop to the point that she was throwing up everywhere.” she

Jack’s manager frowned. “How was I supposed to know she was going to get sick?”

Monse balled her hands into tight fists, to keep her from strangling Jack’s manager and took a deep breath. “I’ll send you Lily’s dry cleaning bill.”

Later in the evening Jack swung by the house after his appearance at Churchill Downs. Liliana slept the whole afternoon and by dinner time she felt way better. Monse made her some caldo de pollo and gave her some suero and Gatorade. Now they were cuddling in the living room watching Bluey with Lalo napping beside them.

“My mom can watch her, so you can come with me.” Jack offered.

His official album release party was later in the night and he insisted on her going with him. But Monse wasn’t in a mood to go out. She just wanted to watch some Sabrina and eat some ice cream under the guise of granola, so Liliana wouldn't ask for some.

“Jack, it’s fine.” she said, twirling one of Liliana’s curls. “It’s her bedtime soon.”

“Can I come over after? I’ll probably be at the party until eleven.” he said.

“That’s fine.” she nodded.

“Lil Jackie, I’ll be back in a bit okay.” he said, pushing back her curls. “Love you.”

“Love ya…bye.” she giggled sleepily.

“I’m never gonna live that down.” he muttered to Monse. He gave her a quick peck in the mouth. “I’ll text you when I’m coming over.”

Monse nodded in response. Jack grabbed his coat and walked towards the front door. There was a figure standing outside the door. He opened the door abruptly, almost making whoever was outside fall, and instantly regretted it.

“Harlow? Holy shit how long has it been!” Brody exclaimed.

Jack knew that tone. It was the same fake tone he would do when they happen to be at the same parties and he’d use him to get at girls.

“I gotta get going.” Jack said curtly.

“Wait? What are you doing at Monsi’s house?”

“He’s friends with Serena. He thought she and her boyfriend were here.” Monse answered for Jack. He nodded in agreement and made his way to his car. She turned to Brody, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here? The other night I was very explicit with you when I said I don’t like it when people show up unannounced.”

“I thought we were going to Jack’s party?” he said.

“How did you come up with that conclusion?” she frowned.

“Last night…at dinner.” he said in a ‘duh’ tone which annoyed Monse even more.

“I don’t recall ever talking about Jack’s party with you.” she said.

“There’s no need for you to give me attitude just because you don’t remember.” Brody snapped at her.

“I’m not giving you–I’m not going to argue with you. Believe whatever you want.” she sighed.

“I’m sorry you don’t remember. Let’s go to the party and forget about this.” he said, reaching for her but she took a step back.

“Something came up and I can’t go anymore. I have a long day tomorrow and I would appreciate it if you left.”

Monse went inside without letting him respond, locking the door with all three locks and everything. She went to the kitchen and checked her cameras to make sure Brody left. She went to the living room and carefully picked up Liliana. Thankful that she made Liliana brush her teeth before they went to watch Bluey, she carried her to her room and tucked her in. She placed her avocado toast Squishmallow next to her.

Back downstairs, Monse fixed herself a small bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine. She switched out of the Disney+ to Hulu and played Saved by the Bell. She sipped her wine and thought back to the Derby Eve dinner. She still couldn't figure out how Brody could have come up with an invitation to Jack’s party.

She spent most of the dinner with Ilias. They even took cheesy pictures at the red carpet they put up by the museum entrance. Jack came by and talked to them before he went on stage to sing 21C/Delta with the hotel chain owner. Brody randomly showed up because his dad was at the dinner and he tagged along. Ilias had to leave at some point and he told her ‘I’ll see you at the party’ but that was because she was still uncertain if she was going to the breakfast.

There’s no way that Brody thought that was an invitation. He couldn't be that stupid. Even if he did, he could have texted her and asked. What was the point of showing up besides making her uncomfortable and making it clear that he doesn’t respect her boundaries? Monse pushed those thoughts away and paid attention to the show.

She was half way into the murder mystery episode when Jack pulled up. He had texted her beforehand to make sure it was okay for him to come over. Monse replied and told him to let himself in.

“Hey,” he said, bending down to kiss her. “How’s Lil Jackie?”

“She’s been asleep for the last few hours. How was the party?” she asked, moving her blanket so he could get under it.

“The same as the others are.” Jack shrugged. Monse hummed in response. He placed his arm over her shoulders and pulled her to him, casually asking “What happened to Brody?”

“Nothing, he thought I invited him to your party, but I didn't. It was gonna be this big thing, but I told him to leave.” she waved him off.

“It’s not the first time he showed up like that. Do you want me to put more security or hire someone to make sure it doesn’t happen again?” he suggested.

“It’s fine. I have Lalo.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared of him.” he said sarcastically, nodding his head to Lalo who was fast asleep on the other end of the couch.

“Dejalo,” Monse playfully nudged Jack.

They dropped the conversation and continued watching the show. It didn’t take long for them to ignore the show and focus on wanting to get the other off. Without breaking their kiss, Jack swiftly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to her bedroom and they spent the rest of the night relishing in each others bodies.

aglist: @cherryxcreme @heavyhitterheaux @carma-fanficaddict @youngharleezyxo @youngharleezy @babyharleezy @that-90s-girllll @alinaharlow @whywontyoulovemecami @meyocoko @harlowcomehome @nattinatalia @webinurcloset @gassyandsassy1 @jackharloww @awhore4moree @noescapricho-essentimiento @a-moment-captured

#one down 7 to go #one down seven to go #1d7tg #jack harlow #jack harlow smut #dad!jack

250 notes · View notes