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nathaslosthershit · 23 days

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Everyone's Favorite Uncle (TD!OP81)

(Part 6 of Teen Dad [Can be read on its own]) Summary: The 1st time Logan met the Piastri twins and the 3 other times he cemented himself as the favorite honorary uncle. Warnings: Mentions of the 'Tensions Rise' fight. But mostly a whole lot of fluff

1. First Meeting

At 3 months old, the twins hadn’t met anyone who wasn’t family, their parents being extra cautious about bringing them around new people. As expected, these first 3 months as parents had been far from easy for 19 year old Oscar and 18 year old Honey. Especially now that Frances, their daughter, had started teething earlier than usual. Being as it was a painful experience for the newborn, Frances had been non stop crying, causing her brother, Hudson, to cry in return. After days of minimal sleep, the house was a mess and so was everyone in it.

After weeks of asking, Oscar had finally let Logan come over to see the twins. Had he known what the state of his home would be at the time, he probably would have pushed back the visit even more, but Logan refused to let Oscar cancel for something as trivial as a messy house. But he was unprepared for just how messy the home he was entering was going to be.

Fortunately, when Logan had arrived, all seemed well in the house. The twins were awake and not crying, and Honey had gotten a quick power nap in while Oscar tried to clean up the living room. Logan had noticed the lack of energy his long time friend seemed to have when he entered but he had brushed it off as the first few months of fatherhood having drained his energy. They talked for a bit while Honey fed the kids in the other room, all seemed well until…

“Oscar, she is crying again and I just fed and changed her. She isn’t due for a nap either. God, I think it's her teeth again. Can you go get the teething ring? I think it's in the fridge.” Honey asked as she barged into the room, clearly stressed.

Oscar immediately got up to check the fridge while Honey offered a quick hello to Logan. After a few minutes of silence and Oscar making loud banging noises that only made Frances cry harder, he came back in, empty handed.

“It's not there, love. Could you have placed it somewhere else?” He asked, starting to panic as Frances’ cries got louder.

Logan felt awful watching this go down. He knew it wasn’t his fault but guilt ate away at him while he stood there, not knowing what to do.

“Crap, I don’t think I washed it. It may be next to the sink? I'll go wash it while you get the soothing gel. Um… Logan, can you hold her?” Even though Honey had phrased it like a question, Logan realized it was not as she shoved the baby in his hands. Thankfully he had held babies before so he wasn’t so helpless, but this pressure to not hurt the screaming child did make him shake a little.

Sitting down on the couch, he readjusted the baby in his arms, starting to sway her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He watched as his two friends hurried off while he noticed Frances starting to quiet down. Minutes later when both parents barged in, they witnessed magic. Their previously fussy daughter was now cooing and giggling while in the arms of their long time friend.

“How?” Honey asked, too shocked to get out a full sentence.

“I-I don’t know she just stopped crying and started staring at me.” Logan replied with the same amount of shock in his voice.

“You are a miracle worker.” Oscar said. At this, Logan looked up at the two teen parents, taking in their disheveled states. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so sad.

An idea came to his head.

“You two go clean yourselves and rest a little, I’ll watch her. Maybe bring Hudson in so I can meet him as well.” Logan demanded. He wouldn’t have used such a commanding tone if he didn’t think they would fight him on this. As much as they needed the extra time to themselves, they were far too humble, maybe even stupid, to ask for help.

With a few quick ‘are you sure' and ‘you are a lifesaver’, the two parents slowly backed out of the room after bringing their son in.

They got two hours to shower and nap before it was time to take their kids back from Logan.

The twins might have been too young to realize it at the time, but this was the moment he became everyone’s favorite uncle, especially Honey and Oscar’s.

2. First words

Ever since Logan had met the twins a year ago, he had frequented the Piastri household to see the family. It was Valentine's day and Logan, having no plans or someone to spend it with, had stepped up to offer to babysit so the two parents could get a break. While he was happy to watch the kids, he also had ulterior motives for visiting.

For the past few months, ever since the twins turned 1, Oscar had been stressing about how long it was taking them to say their first words. Honey was less stressed than her boyfriend, as she knew she took much longer than most kids to say her first words and ended up fine, but it was getting to the point where she started to get a little cautious. What they didn’t know was that for the past few months Logan had been trying to throw his name into the mix. While Oscar tried to sound out the word “Dada'', and Honey pushed “Mama”, Logan had secretly been trying to get them to saw “LoLo”. He had gotten a ‘Lo’ from Hudson so far but he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Don’t worry, I have done this so many times already. Go out and have a reasonable amount of fun, two kids is enough for you both for now.” Logan joked as he started pushing Honey and Oscar out of their own house. He didn’t feel the need to sit through a 45 minute lecture he had been given far too many times already.

Once they had left, Logan began his master plan. While he changed, fed, changed again, washed, and played with the twins, he kept repeating “LoLo” hoping they would finally bite and say it. Sadly though, there was nothing but the usual gibberish from the two.

He felt defeated as he opened the door to Oscar and Honey, who had clearly had a fun night as they came stumbling in. The kids were still up as they had napped late and Honey wanted to put them to bed once she got home.

“Thank you SO much Logan. You are a gift from God as usual.” Honey slurred as she went to change, leaving Oscar and Logan alone to talk.

As Logan packed up to head to his apartment, Oscar said hello to his kids. Just as he walked out the door, Logan heard a very clear and very distinct “LoLo” from behind him. As he turned around, he was met with Hudson reaching out to him and a completely stunned Oscar holding the one year old.

Realizing he had been caught, Logan entered fight or flight mod.

“Logan, what have you done?” Oscar asked in a stern tone.

“Nothing”

“Logan, talk.” Oscar had really mastered the Dad voice, he realized. Logan was a 20 year old man, he didn’t need to explain shit, but he still crumpled as Oscar looked at him.

“For the past few months I have been trying to teach your children to say “LoLo”. They hadn’t said it yet, I swear, this was the first time.” He rambled as if he was a kid that had been found with his hand in the cookie jar.

Oscar mentally facepalmed at the confession.

“Alright. Fine. I am mad but I will be even more upset if Honey finds out. Under no circumstances can she know that you did this, or that your name was her son’s first word. Got it?”

Without saying a word, Logan saluted the Australian in front of him and quickly left the household, shaking off the fear Oscar instilled in him but also thrilled he had been Hudson’s first word.

3. Logan saves the day

Hudson and Frances had been sick for the past week due to a virus they had caught at a playdate. Sadly, as the three year olds got better, their parents got worse.

As Oscar and Honey tried to push through the day, they became miserable due to the fact they couldn’t shake this virus off and that it was a beautiful day out that their kids had to miss out on because their parents were stuck inside. But after both twins gave their best puppy dog eyes to their father, pleading to go out, Oscar had no choice but to call in reinforcements.

45 minutes later, Logan had both twins in the backseat of his car as he drove to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Two hours, some big scoops of ice cream, and one park visit later, Logan carried two sleeping toddlers in his arms as he reentered the Piastri home.

4. Distractions

(This takes place during Tensions Rise so if you haven’t read it yet, I would advise you do so)

Wanting to give Honey a moment to collect herself, Logan walked the twins to his driver’s room where he had a very comfortable couch he knew they would fall asleep fast on. He gave them water and tucked them under some extra blankets he had and right before he got up to leave he heard Frances speak up.

“Lolo, does daddy not love us?” the three year old girl asked.

“Franny, why would you think that? Of course he does.” Logan did not feel equipped to have this conversation and started to panic, wondering if he should call for Honey.

But he knew she needed a bit of space.

“He didn’t have breakfast with us when he said he would and he made mommy cry outside when he didn’t come.” Hudson answered for his sister.

Logan took a deep breath as he tried to come up with some kind of answer.

“Me and Osc- your dad’s jobs are hard and take up a lot of time. Sometimes things happen and plans change, but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less. Everytime he is traveling for work, he is always showing me pictures of you guys and telling stories. That is all he talks about!” Logan said, putting smiles on the two twin’s faces. “You know, when he and your mom found out they were having twins, I was one of the first people he told. We were teammates and he had such a big smile on his face during a team meeting that I forced him to tell me. Ever since then I knew he loved you both so much. Even if he hasn’t been around too much, I have no doubt he adores the two of you.”

With that, he gave the two kids a kiss on the forehead as he walked out of the room, hoping to cheer up their mother as much as he had helped them.

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milkpup · 3 months

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✧ ns/fw alphabet: choso ✧

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›› choso x 18+f!reader

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

›› still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

›› he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing

›› he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

›› he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

›› he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

›› although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

›› mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

›› he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

›› he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

›› he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

›› literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

›› anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

›› he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

›› absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)

›› he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

›› both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

›› it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

›› he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

›› multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

›› loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

›› this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

›› too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

›› 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

›› as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3

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sopebubbles · 6 months

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Master List

Sixteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: getting closer with the pack means you'll have to learn to live with Kim Namjoon.

Warnings: drinking, breaking things, yknow namjoon stuff.

WC: 7.6K

After both your heats, you and Hoseok were nearly inseparable. When you were home, you followed him around like a little puppy, and he absolutely adored it. He appreciated how well you had taken care of his home and everyone in it while he was off his feet. When he told you as much, you assured him that it was your pleasure, and you would gladly do any chores he needed from you.

But your housework wasn't the only thing Hoseok had come to love.

You had become his new favorite cuddle buddy, much to your tiny pack's annoyance. Any time he could get his arms around you, he'd have you settled right against him with a proud smile on his face. And you certainly weren't complaining. You'd never known that omegas' cuddles were the best. Soft and warm and sweet smelling. Being held by Hobi was bliss. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you felt a bit of jealousy every time you scented Jin's sweet, nutty smell on Hoseok's skin, knowing that he had gotten to hold your omega all night long.

It wasn't until you came home from work one afternoon a few weeks after your heat and Hobi pulled you onto the couch, insisting you take a nap, that you realized something was different. You could still smell the light fragrance of Hoseok's body wash, so you knew he'd showered a few hours ago. But he smelled like praline pecans. Nutty like Seokjin, and different from Hoseok normal brown sugar. A new blend of the two.

"I'm going to stop working," you said suddenly.

He pulled back so he could look down at your face. "That would be great, but why so sudden?"

You shrugged and nestled back into his chest. "I just want to help you here more. It seems kind of silly to be cleaning for other people when I should be here cleaning with you."

He couldn't argue with that. Yoongi had told him about how you had called their house your home after your last heat, and it made his heart soar. He certainly wasn't going to deny you the domestic bliss he had always wanted to share.

"I like the sound of that," he murmured into your hair. "I would love to keep you here."

You were anxious to tell Yoongi about your decision, but when he got home he looked stressed and dejected. His shoulders hunched in a way you hadn't ever seen before. Seeing him look so weary made your heart ache. You approached him quietly as he took off his shoes in the entryway.

When you took his hand, one look into your sympathetic doe eyes was all it took to bring a genuine, lighthearted smile to his face. Somehow, one look from you and your tiny hands around his large one manifested energy from thin air. He pulled you closer and cradled you against his chest. Silent, except for a soft happy rumble in his chest, he held you like that for several minutes, but you wouldn't move for all the world, content to gently sway in his arms.

"Was it a bad day?" You asked softly. He hummed. "Come sit down, and I'll get you something to eat," you told him as you pulled away, ready to take his hand and guide him down the hall to the kitchen. But he pulled you back, unready to allow so much space between you. He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him.

"In a minute," he mumbled into your neck, where he took deep breaths of your scent, allowing it to fill his lungs and soothe his nerves.

You complied and let him carry you to the couch as if you were no more than a child. Even if he was tired, holding you was nothing, not compared to the benefits.

"What happened?" you pressed gently after a moment.

"Nothing, really." He didn't need to burden you with the DOA he'd had today. Car crashes could cause such carnage, and he didn't need you to think of that. "I asked my supervisor if I could switch to a permanent day shift, but he denied me," he said after a moment of toying with your hair between his fingers.

"Oh. Why did you want to change?"

"I was hoping it would allow me to spend more time with you," he admitted. "I hate that I'm not able to see you. One of us is always working."

"Oh." A smile tugged at your lips and you cleared your throat. "Well, actually, I was thinking…" He lifted your chin gently with his fingers to see your eyes and waited for you to go on. "I want to quit my job. I-if that's okay."

"Really?" He asked excitedly as he pushed you away to look at your face better.

"Yeah, if it's not a problem," you answered quietly.

Yoongi pulled your hips tighter against him. "Of course it's not a problem! I was never going to tell you to quit, but I was always hoping you would. But why now? Did something happen at work?" His expression turned serious in an instant.

You shook your head. "No. Work is fine. I just feel like it's time to help Hobi out. And I can take care of you and Jimin. You're my pack after all."

"We don't expect you to cook and clean for us, princess," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Even though he meant it, he felt his heart flutter knowing you might want to.

"But it's my job."

"It isn't. That's not why we want you here. It's not why we're keeping you around. It never will be." His tone was serious. His eyes looked intently into yours. Heat flushed all over your body, and you tried to backtrack.

"I know that, Yoongi. I actually wasn't thinking that way, which is kind of funny because normally I would. This isn't a-take-care-of-alpha-before-he-throws-you-out thing. I just care about you and I think about taking care of you a lot. Want to know if you're eating well and sleeping well."

Yoongi's smile returned, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your cheek. "Good. That makes me more happy than you'll ever know."

"Aish. I'm not really doing it for you," you teased. "I want to stay home and help Hobi."

"Ah, yes, you're new BFF," he teased back. "That's fine. I'm sure he'll be happy."

You nodded. "I'll put my two weeks notice in tomorrow."

"Why bother? Just quit. You're never gonna need another job again." He grasped the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" You asked hazily, a long moment later.

"Yeah," he grinned. "I'll eat you,"

"No!" You screamed amid your giggles as he playfully tried to bite your neck, tickling your sides at the same time. When you were gasping for breath, he scooped you up in his arms again and carried you into the kitchen. He set you down to sit on top of the kitchen counter.

"I'll fix something for you," you told him as he walked toward the refrigerator.

"You stay," he ordered as he looked inside. "Did you cook this?" he asked, showing you a container of the leftovers from the evening's dinner. You nodded. "Then your work here is done," he said before placing the meal in the microwave.

"I heard the sound of a happy pup," Jimin said as he entered the kitchen. You blushed when he stood beside you. He had been sitting in the pack's nest with Namjoon and Jungkook when they heard your screams and laughter. He wasn't the only one curious, but he was the only one who ventured out to see what was going on.

Yoongi beamed. "Y/N has decided to quit her job and stay home."

"Oh, good thing you made that choice before Taehyung started courting you," Jimin responded slyly.

"What do you mean? Court me?" You stared at him in confusion.

Yoongi nodded. "It's true. He asked me for my blessing already. I told him I don't mind. He said he's going to take it slow, not jump into anything. But now you'll have plenty of time to get to know each other." Yoongi wriggled his eyebrows.

Your voice caught in the back of your throat. Too many feelings swirled deep in your stomach, and you couldn't parse them out. "You don't mind?" you finally asked.

Yoongi gave you a soft smile and lifted your face to meet his eyes. "As much as I love our little pack, I've always known it wouldn't always be the three of us. I mean, I hoped. There's no rush, but I think some day it will probably be all eight of us. And that will be great, too."

You tried not to think about that possibility too often. It made your head spin. Seven packmates. Four alphas. You weren't sure you could handle it. "But I only want you to be my alpha. If Jin–" you cut yourself off abruptly.

"If Jin what, princess?"

"If Jin wants to claim me, won't he be my pack alpha? But I only want you to be my pack alpha!"

Yoongi couldn't bear how childlike you sounded. It made his heart hurt to hear you so anxious and confused. He smoothed a hand over your hair and pulled your head to his shoulder.

"It's okay, baby. Jin will never be your pack alpha. I'll always be your number one. You really think I'd let anyone take my place in your heart?" he cooed.

"What are you so worried for?" Jimin chided. "Who's talking about Jin? It's just Taehyung right now. He's a great alpha. You'll see."

You sniffed and pulled away from Yoongi when the microwave beeped. "Why did you say it was good I'm quitting my job because of him?"

Jimin smirked. "Taehyung could never allow his omega to work outside the home."

"Why not?"

"One, it's too dangerous. It would drive his anxiety crazy. Best to keep omegas safe in the den. Two, it would hurt his pride. He makes more than enough money to support you and Hobi all on his own. And three, Taehyung may have the disposition of a golden retriever, but even the sweetest dogs don't like strange dogs looking at their bones." Jimin grinned deviously.

You pushed his shoulder. "I'm not a bone!"

"Oh, yeah? Just wait until he starts gnawing on you!" Jimin picked up your arm and pretended to bite it much like Yoongi had before, and again, you thrilled them both with your shrieks and giggles.

While the days got longer and hotter with more sunlight, it seemed that each workday dragged on slower than they ever had before. You were diligently waiting your two weeks, but by the time you were nearly there, you wished you'd taken Yoongi's advice to just quit. You were aching to be at home every minute you were gone, and that was a feeling you had never known before.

When Yoongi brought you home on your next to last day of work, you walked into something you'd never seen at the house before. It was something of a party atmosphere, and they were all celebrating the end of the school year alongside Namjoon. Jin and Jimin had yet to return home, but Jungkook and Namjoon had beers in hand, chatting cheerfully at the kitchen table while Taehyung put out snacks on the counter. You walked carefully past them to wash your hands before you sidled up beside Hoseok where he was forming beef patties between his delicate hands.

"Hamburgers for dinner?" You asked.

Hoseok smiled down at you and gestured to the side with his head. "You can slice those onions and tomatoes," he told you before you could ask to help.

When the rest of the pack came home, you all accompanied Hobi outside on the patio while he grilled the burgers. Yoongi anxiously held you back from getting too close to the flames, nervous you might hurt yourself. The afternoon was lovely, and you all decided on eating outside to enjoy the spring weather. You spent most of the time clinging to Yoongi, either in his lap or next to him, holding his hand. He didn't mind in the slightest, nor did he mind the jealous looks he received from Taehyung, who tried to make the both of you jealous by fawning over Jimin. All of them were oblivious to the true reason for your clinginess.

Namjoon tended to stand quietly on the fringes of Seokjin's pack. His status was never in question, and he didn't shy away from sharing his thoughts and feelings, but whenever you were all together, he simply allowed others to take center stage. But tonight was different. Tonight was his celebration for another completed school year, and he felt no need to stay to the side and listen to others. For once, he dominated the majority of the conversation, discussing funny memories from the school year and a few complaints he usually tried to swallow. As the night grew longer and he drank more, his voice boomed louder across the large backyard and you pressed yourself closer to Yoongi.

When it got dark and the air turned chilly, everyone moved back into the kitchen. You were exhausted, but decided to help clean up before you tried to excuse yourself to go to bed. Everyone was having a good time, all of them drinking a little even though you didn't, and you didn't want to bring the mood down, but you were growing tired. When you finished washing the dishes you went to stand by Yoongi, who was laughing heartily to the story that Namjoon was telling. You could wait a few more minutes, but you didn't really want to go to bed alone, and you didn't want to miss out, listening to all their laughter from your room while you sat alone. As Namjoon continued his story, he gestured wildly with his hands. The condensation on the beer bottle made it slick, and the brown glass suddenly flew out of his hand, whizzing past your head in a blur. You were hiding under the counter by the time the glass hit the wall, shattering to pieces and dumping its liquid all over the floor. Shards of class popped around the room as you buried your head in your knees and covered yourself with your arms. A scream built in your throat, but you knew better than to let it out.

Don't scream. Don't scream. It'll only be worse if you scream.

The whole room went silent and motionless for two seconds as they registered what happened. Then at once everything was in motion. Yoongi got out of his chair to check if you were alright, but Taehyung was quicker. He didn't take a moment to ask how you were or assess the damage. He simply gathered you into his arms and lifted you off the ground, careful not to bang your head on the granite countertop. He carried you directly up the stairs and to your room, with Yoongi behind him and Jimin bringing up the rear.

In the kitchen, the remaining two alphas stood, frozen in shock, but Hoseok didn't waste any time putting on shoes and grabbing the broom.

"Hobi, let me," Namjoon tried to say, reaching for the broom when he finally came out of his stupor.

The omega pulled away. "I got it. You stay over there until I get this all cleaned up. There's lots of glass."

The flat, subdued tone of his voice hurt Namjoon as much as the way Hobi wouldn't look at him. "It was an accident," he whispered.

"We know that, Joonie," Jungkook assured him with a light smile. "It's not like it's the first time you've broken something around here. It's just…" His eyes drifted toward the stairs.

"I would never throw something at her," Namjoon defended.

"I know, babe, I know. But she doesn't. It's natural for her to be scared. Don't take it too personally. She's just skittish," Jungkook tried to convince him.

Hoseok felt a tug of war within himself. He was usually always the first one to comfort Namjoon when he accidentally broke something or made a mess. But now he really wanted to check on you, to make sure you weren't hurt or scared. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he knew if he ran off with the others it would hurt Namjoon, and he knew that it wasn't really his fault. Namjoon was just clumsy, some might say cursed. He never meant to cause chaos, but he did anyway. You would get used to it, eventually, but right now the omega could understand perfectly why you were afraid Namjoon might hurt you without even intending to. His head swirled with competing worries as he swept up the glass and dumped it into the trash can.

"Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked as Taehyung set you down at the edge of your nest. He shouldered the younger alpha out of the way to examine you. You were still too stunned to answer, but it didn't really matter; Yoongi was going to look over every available inch of you regardless. He gently tilted your face this way and that to make sure it was unscathed before he moved onto your arms, lifting and twisting each in turn to ensure your skin was unharmed. There was a small cut on your forearm and he frowned. It wasn't even from the incident that had unfolded moments before. It was from work earlier today, and the blood was already dry—you hadn't even felt it at the time.

"Jimin, go get the first aid kit from the bathroom," he instructed, holding your arms carefully.

Feeling Yoongi's steady hands on you helped to ground you and bring you back to your body, out of your shock and panic. You took in a deep breath and breathed out, "I'm okay."

Jimin shuffled back into the room carrying the first aid kit and handed it to Yoongi. The alpha plucked out an alcohol pad and ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece.

"It's gonna sting," he whispered, but you didn't react as he swiped it over your skin. "It's dry." You looked down to the very minor wound he was tending to.

"That was from work. It's fine," you told him, but he didn't seem to hear you. He had already taken a bandage from the kit—neon pink—and gently but firmly pressed it over your cut. "Yoongi?" He looked up into your eyes and you could see his own were full of worry. He shrugged.

"It makes me feel better."

You cracked a genuine smile and it lifted some of the weight off his chest.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweet little?" Taehyung asked. His hands were still shaking from the course of adrenaline when he thought you were in danger.

You nodded. "I'm okay. I was just scared. I'm not hurt."

"You shouldn't be scared at home," he replied.

"Come sit with me," you said softly, patting the spot next to you. Your heart ached to see how distressed he was over you. Taehyung lowered his head and came to sit near you, not quite in your nest, but just outside of it. When he got close you realized something the rest of them hadn't. They'd been too worried about you to assess their own well-being.

"Tae, you're covered in beer."

He had been standing closest to where the bottle had hit the wall and, as a result, had gotten sprayed with the contents as well as some glass.

"You're bleeding," you added. "Yoongi, your patient is right here."

Your alpha smiled weakly at how brave you were trying to be. He could tell by the way you were still shaking that you weren't as calm as you pretended to be, but he would talk to you about it in a little while when things settled. For now he turned to Taehyung. Without a word, he began to clean the man's wound, and you held his hand while he winced through the burn on the alcohol. You pulled a neon pink bandage from the box beside you and handed it to Yoongi to apply.

"Now we match," you told him, and it brought a bright, boxy smile to Taehyung's face.

"Why are you the one comforting me?" He asked, bumping your shoulder.

"Why don't you go clean up and get changed? Then maybe you can come cuddle me in the nest?" You offered. "If you want to," you added quickly.

Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. "Be right back," he said before scurrying out of the room.

"Yoongi, you need to go downstairs and see if everyone is okay down there," you told him.

He growled softly, mumbling, "They can take care of themselves."

"Alpha," you cooed, reaching out to touch his cheek, "don't be like that." He pouted for a moment, but nodded and gathered the pieces of trash from his work before he took the first aid kit downstairs.

"What about me?" Jimin stood proudly in front of you, fists in his hips, waiting for his instructions.

"You come cuddle me until the others come back." He didn't waste a second, shucking off his pants and shirt. You'd gotten used to the fact that Jimin preferred to sleep only in boxers. Who were you to force clothes on him if he slept better without? After your heat, it had ceased to make you the slightest bit uncomfortable. He quickly climbed onto the bed, wrestling you into the nest and underneath his body, where he could get the upper hand on you and make the last of our distressed scent disappear as quickly as it had come.

When Yoongi reached the bottom of the steps, Namjoon turned anxiously to look at him. He was cleaning the last of the beer off the wall, looking rather like a pup with his tail between his legs. This was hardly a rare scenario for him, cleaning up his own mess no matter how Hobi tried to tell him to leave it. It wasn't the first glass he'd broken nor the first drink spilled. Namjoon was a walking disaster. He knew that. It couldn't be helped, and everyone knew that, too. But normally, everyone would stick around to help and cheer him up and comfort him when he made a silly mistake like this. This time, half his pack had disappeared up the stairs with you, and he couldn't help feeling a bit hurt about it. He regretted it. He always did, but he couldn't take it back, and he just couldn't change. He opened his mouth to explain to Yoongi, but nothing came out.

"Is she hurt?" Hoseok asked from the sink, after Yoongi and Namjoon had stared at each other for several tense seconds. Yoongi's face was a cold mask of stone, revealing nothing but disdain. Namjoon looked utterly crestfallen.

"She's not hurt. Just scared," Yoongi answered, shaking his head when he finally broke eye contact with Joon.

"That's a relief," Namjoon sighed, and his face showed his relief was real.

"Taehyung got cut up a little bit," Yoongi said sharply. It was petty, but he didn't want the younger alpha to feel as if there was no harm done, and he didn't expect Namjoon to care that you'd been shaken up.

"Is it bad?" Jin asked, looking concerned.

Yoongi shook his head again. "I patched him up. Y/N invited him into her nest to make him feel better, I think." He paused for a second, thinking about your behavior. "She sent me down here to see if anyone was hurt."

"We're all fine, Yoongi. Come have a seat," Jungkook replied, pulling out the chair beside him.

"I should go back to her."

"Yoongi." Jin's voice wasn't raised, but it was loud and firm enough to have Yoongi freezing as he turned away. He hugged the first aid kit to his stomach and dropped his chin. "I'm sure Jimin and Tae are taking perfectly good care of her. Come sit for a minute."

Yoongi hated the way it felt like he was in trouble, when he knew he had no reason to be. He hadn't gone and ruined a perfectly nice evening, or spooked his very nervous omega. But he turned and walked slowly to the table to sit anyway.

"You know it was an accident," Jin said calmly.

"I know," Yoongi answered curtly.

"Just let him apologize." Jin's voice was the slightest bit pleading, as if he were desperate to avoid more conflict between his alphas.

"I really am sorry, Yoongi. I would never–"

"You don't need to apologize to me," Yoongi interjected. "I'm not angry. Maybe if she'd been hurt…but I know you can't control your body. You've never been able to. I get that. But she doesn't know. She's terrified you will hurt her, just by accident. And with you accidents are bound to happen."

"I–" Namjoon began, but the other alpha didn't let him finish.

"Do you know how it hurts me to see her afraid? After all the horrors in her life, I only want to keep her from feeling afraid. I don't just want her to be safe. I want her to feel safe. And if she can't then we…If she can't feel safe with you…" The look of pure devastation on Yoongi's features hurt Namjoon more than any other thing could have.

"What can I do, Yoongi? Tell me. I'll make it right," he begged.

Yoongi sighed, desperate to keep himself together. "If you and her are going to live in the same house…if you're going to spend the whole summer together, you have to try to be gentler. Please try."

Namjoon reached across the table to lay his hand over Yoongi's where he clutched the kit still.

"I will try. I promise. I'll be more careful," Namjoon assured him. Yoongi merely nodded silently, unsure if that would be enough to settle all your nerves about the pack's largest alpha. As if he could read Yoongi's mind, Jin cleared his throat.

"I think, maybe, Y/N might feel a little more comfortable with us if she could see that you're comfortable with us," he suggested quietly. Yoongi's eyes flickered to the pack alpha's and then back to his hands.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Jin sighed, "you're still holding us at arms length. I get maybe you still want to punish us for what we've done. I don't want to tell you how to feel or to get over it. But how could she ever trust us if she knows you don't?"

"She'll come to her own conclusions,"Yoongi mumbled.

"So you admit that you still don't trust us? You're still angry with me?" Jin sounded frustrated, but Yoongi could hear that really he was just heartbroken. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing that his distance was hurting Jin. He wasn't really angry anymore. He hadn't found the time or energy to be angry. Any spare thought he had went directly to you. Maybe it was unfair, because he knew clearly in this moment that he still carried plenty of love in his heart for Jin and Namjoon.

"I'm not angry," he answered. "I just don't know what you want me to do. I've stayed. I've brought her here—sometimes against my better judgment—I don't know what I'm meant to do to fix things. They just have to heal in their own time." He shrugged.

"But how can they when this is the longest conversation we've had in weeks?"

"I don't know, Jin. It's just not my priority right now!" Yoongi snapped.

"Okay!" Hoseok interjected, coming closer to the men seated at the table for the first time. He'd been hesitant to interfere in the alphas' problems, but he knew both men well enough to see they were on the verge of saying things they didn't mean and would regret later. As soon as he approached, Jungkook's linen scent fluffed through the room, easing away the alphas' tension. "It's all okay. We don't have to solve it all tonight. It's late, and I think we should all just go to bed. Hm?" Hoseok put his hands on Jin's shoulders and gave a squeeze, satisfied when his shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah, fine," Yoongi answered. He stood quickly, scraping the box along the table before he picked it up and moved toward the stairs. He didn't want more conflict. He wasn't trying to prolong their distance. But it was impossible not to want to keep them away when he wanted so badly to be close to you, and to keep you safe.

Yoongi stopped in the bathroom, relieved to hear the giggles of you, Jimin and Taehyung coming through your door. After tucking the first aid kit back into its spot under the sink, he brushed his teeth. Hoseok met his eyes in the bathroom mirror when he stopped outside your door, but neither said a word before the omega slipped into your room to see for himself that you were unharmed. Yoongi remained quiet when he joined the four of you. Jimin had managed to get you into a pair of pajamas and your hair was an adorable disaster from being rolled around in your nest. You'd settled now between Jimin's legs with your back to his bare chest, your attention on Hoseok until Yoongi walked in, but you only spared him a glance. He wondered if even Jimin could tell how hard you were forcing your smile and your happy scent. Had he noticed that your eyes lacked the shine they usually got when the beta scented you silly?

"Come to bed so these kids can get to sleep," Hoseok said to Taehyung while Yoongi changed into his pajamas.

Taehyung whined softly. He'd only just been invited into your nest, and he wasn't ready to leave it already.

"Go on, Tae. Joon needs to know you're not upset with him," Yoongi encouraged quietly.

"Maybe I am," Taehyung mumbled. Hoseok reached for his hand and took it into his lap.

"You know he can't help himself, Tae. Give him a break, okay?"

The alpha grumbled wordlessly, but you nudged him with your foot.

"Go on, Tae Tae. I will be okay. My alpha is here." Taehyung's low rumble turned into a real growl, but you knew it was playful.

"Two alphas are better than one."

"Three are better than two!" Hoseok added. He stood from the edge of the bed and tugged on the youngest alpha's hand to come along. Tae allowed himself to be dragged off the bed, but pulled back to give you one kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, sweet little. Sleep tight," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Closing the door, Yoongi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you.

"Goodnight," Jimin said, leaning over you to kiss Yoongi, making sure you got properly squished in the process.

"Goodnight," you whispered with a giggle when you received your own kiss.

You said nothing to Yoongi as the two of you cuddled together. Your head laid on his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat as the house slowly went silent. You laid there, but didn't close your eyes, and Yoongi watched you without saying a word. You let the minutes stretch on until you'd been there for almost half an hour.

"How come you aren't sleeping?" you asked softly.

"You aren't sleeping either," he replied. You shifted slightly without moving away and traced his stomach with your fingertips.

"It's hard for me to sleep without your snoring." You felt his chest rise and fall with a huff and looked up to see his gummy smile for just a moment. Then he looked down at you seriously.

"You don't have to pretend for me. You don't have to pretend for anyone, but especially not me." You shifted again, but this time he could tell you were putting space between you.

"I don't know what you mean."

Yoongi grasped your wrist gently before you could move away from him. There wasn't far to go before you would run into Jimin, but he could only bare for you to move as far as it would take for you to look at him eye to eye. He rolled over and scooched down so his gaze was level to yours.

"You don't need to act as if Namjoon didn't scare you. You're still scared now. I don't think I can convince you that you're safe right now, but you are. I'm right here."

Your chest tightened at his words. You whispered, "I know," but it didn't stop your eyes from watering. Yoongi gathered you close, pressing you into his chest.

"I'm so angry."

"It was an–"

"I'm angry with myself. I shouldn't have brought you here." He felt you try to pull away, ready to argue, but he held you tight. "I should have taken you somewhere else. The three of us could have gotten an apartment. Shouldn't have kept you here with such clumsy, stupid alphas." At this point he sounded as though he was talking to himself, mumbling out the thoughts he'd been repeating in his head for the last hour.

"It's okay, Yoongi. I didn't get hurt," you tried to tell him.

"But you got scared, and that's just as bad in my eyes." You managed to pull away from him enough to look up at his face and touch his cheek. "You're still shaking. Do you think I can't feel that? Jimin and Tae scented you, but you didn't feel safe enough to let yourself get all dopey. Do you even realize? I can't stand this, and I hate that you're pretending just so we don't feel bad."

"Yoongi," you frowned and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm not pretending because of that. I'm trying to be brave because I want to stay. Namjoon terrifies me, but I like it here. I like living with Hobi and Tae…and you and Jimin here. I'm still scared, but not enough to leave. So let me pretend, okay?" Yoongi sighed, a sign he wasn't accepting this yet. "I may not feel completely safe, but I feel happy. I'm like a stray dog. I may never feel safe, not completely. I might always be a little jumpy. But that doesn't mean I don't love my new home, or that it's not a good home."

Yoongi laughed almost silently and buried his head in your neck. "Don't call yourself a stray dog."

"That's what I am," you replied, combing your fingers through his hair. "I came up to you with big puppy eyes and asked you to stay."

"That's definitely not how it happened," he mumbled. But when he pulled you closer and inhaled your scent, you couldn't help smiling.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he breathed as he relaxed against the nest at last.

"I know," you replied. "So I think we can sleep now."

"Go ahead. I'll watch over you."

Your last shift ended fairly well. The library staff even brought donuts to wish you well. A couple of them who were betas even confessed that they were glad to hear you had settled in with a pack and would be staying home, because they often worried about you. You waited outside the library at your usual spot, pacing and checking your phone as minutes ticked by and terrible thoughts began to creep in.

What if they got into some kind of accident?

What if they dont want you, after all?

Just as you began to spiral into your worst thoughts, a familiar vehicle pulled up abruptly in front of you. Although you'd never ridden inside of it, you could still recognize Namjoon's blue volvo without looking at him, which you only did for the briefest of glances, just to be sure it was really him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, sounding out of breath as if he'd run instead of driven here.

I wasn't waiting for you, is what you wanted to say, but you merely stood still and stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Um," he began awkwardly as he got out of the car without killing the engine and walked toward you until he was only a couple yards away. He scratched nervously behind his ear as he tried to start again. "I know you were expecting Taehyung, but he cut his foot on a piece of glass that wasn't cleaned up from last night, and Hobi took him to the emergency room about twenty minutes ago. Didn't they text you?"

You shook your head, remaining silent.

"Yeah…so I was the only other person home so…here I am." He looked anxiously at the car, like he wished you'd just get in and save him the embarrassment of standing here in front of you. "I promise, I'm a good driver. And we don't have to talk or anything, if you don't want to."

You stared at him for a moment longer before your tongue unglued itself from the roof of your mouth.

"Does Yoongi know about this?"

Namjoons throat felt like sandpaper, and he seemed to shrink an inch. He shook his head. "I tried to call him but he didn't answer. He must be busy."

You hadn't moved an inch since he arrived, and he couldn't help wondering if he was really that terrifying.

"I promise, Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you." The idea that you ever thought he would hurt him in a way he couldn't account for. He knew he wouldn't, but the idea that you couldn't believe that cut him deep. What would he do if you never learned to trust him? If you never let him close to you? It wasn't something he ever gave himself permission to want, so why did not having it wound him so? He shook his head clear of the questions. "You can sit in the back and pretend I'm just the chauffeur."

You lifted your chin in his direction and narrowed your eyes. "I think I'll just take the bus."

Namjoons eyebrows raised. You can't possibly think he's that scary, could you? But instead he used what he knew was the only way to convince you.

"Do you really think Yoongi would approve of that?"

Your jaw tightened. You knew he was right. Looking down at your phone, you hoped for a notification from Yoongi, but there was one from Hoseok instead. You swallowed thickly when you read it.

Sorry, pup! There was an emergency. Namjoon should be there to pick you up. I promise it will be okay.

"How do you know you'll take me home and not somewhere else?" You finally asked. Namjoon's eyes grew wide and he actually took a step back. He rubbed his hand over his hair as he tried to process your question.

"What makes you think I would do something like that? What did Yoongi say to you?" Your brow furrowed at the strange question.

"Yoongi didn't have to say anything for me to know you don't want me around," you answered, an edge of bitterness lacing your words. Namjoon nearly choked.

"Y/n, that isn't true."

"If it isn't then why didn't you ever tell yoongi where I was when you knew I worked here? You and Jin didn't want him to know. You don't want me in your pack. I get it. It's fine. But you should know that Yoongi does want me, and if I don't come home there's no telling what he'll do." You were surprised by the firmness of your own voice as well as how sure you felt of your own words. Yoongi did want you, and you knew that was as fierce an attachment for him as it was for you.

Namjoon took several full breaths before he responded. "Y/N, I promise you, all I'm trying to do right now is take you home. I won't lie to you. I didn't want you to become a part of our pack at first but things have…changed. You're a part of our lives now either way. And I wouldn't risk losing Yoongi over you. I never would. So please. Just come home with me," he begged. While the two of you maintained eye contact—for longer than you had ever done before—he fought the instinct to grab you and put you in the car if you continued to protest, but he knew that would only hurt his cause. Just when he was about to lose this staring contest to you, your phone began to ring with Yoongi's ringtone.

"Hello?" You answered, only dropping your gaze from the alpha in front of you for a moment.

"Princess, are you okay?" He asked, sounding out of breath from the way his heart was pounding.

"I think so," you mumbled.

"I got a message from Joon that he was going to pick you up." You narrowed your eyes on the man in question.

"Yeah, he's here." Yoongi sighed in relief. "What should I do? I can take the bus."

"No, princess. Just go home with him, okay? I promise everything will be fine."

"I'm scared," you said so softly that Namjoon couldn't hear it.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to be. You'll be safe with him, and I'll feel better if you go with him than on your own. I've got your location on. If anything happens to you I'll be there as soon as possible. But you're going to be okay. Trust me?" It was that simple, really. If Yoongi was asking you to trust him, then you would. As long as Yoongi promised you'd be safe, you'd make yourself believe him. He wouldn't let you down.

"Fine."

"Good girl. I'll be home in a few hours and I'll give you a reward for being so brave." Your cheeks heated at his words, but you couldn't deny loving it when Yoongi sometimes treated you like a child. No one had ever treated you with such gentle care before, and it felt like real love.

"I'll be waiting." You hung up and looked at Namjoon again. He looked back expectantly. "Yoongi said to go home with you. So I guess that's that."

You walked around the vehicle to sit in the back passenger seat, as far from him as possible. Namjoon didn't say a word as you got inside his car and buckled yourself in. As he pulled away from the library, you kept your eyes out the window even though you could feel his gaze on you through the rear view mirror. He chewed nervously on his lip as he glanced back and forth between the road and the mirror, but he kept silent until he was on the main road between the library and the house.

"We should try to be civil, at least," he said at last, speaking as if you'd been privy to the conversation in his head instead of coming into the middle. You didn't respond, so he went on. "We're going to be home together a lot this summer, and it would be easier on everyone if we tried to ease the tension." He finished softly, perhaps knowing he sounded ridiculous to you.

"I'll do my best to keep out from under foot, if you try not to throw anything at me again."

Namjoon deflated with a sigh. "I swear it was an accident."

"That's why I said try."

"I'm just clumsy. I never meant to hurt you."

"Do you honestly think I haven't heard every excuse in the book?" You rolled your eyes. "It just slipped. You ran into my fist. You really should be more careful where you're going."

"Y/N," Namjoon interrupted, trying hard not to become distressed as he drove, but honestly, your words were tearing him apart. Did you really have no idea the effect you had on him? "I'm sorry. I realize I haven't apologized to you directly for last night. I'm sorry for being so careless. I really will try to be more cautious. But I'm also sorry that other people have given you reasons not to trust them, or alphas, or me." He pulled to a stop at a red light and turned in his seat to look at you. "I get that you have no reason to trust me, and that I have to work for it. That's okay. I don't mind. But can you give me the benefit of the doubt and trust that Yoongi wouldn't have me in his life at all if you couldn't trust me?"

At last, you turned your head to look at him. "Why does everyone always pull the Yoongi card on me?"

"Because it always works," he smirked.

"Fuck," you muttered, because he was right. For whatever reason, you trusted Yoongi implicitly. And Namjoon had a point. Your alpha wouldn't have a dangerous person in his life, let alone trust them to be around you. So you merely nodded to his request, and the man turned forward just in time to see the light turn green before he drove you the rest of the way home.

A/n: I don't feel like this has been my best chapter, but I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Thanks for reading!

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your writing is incredibleee, i just stalked your blog 🥺💕 but i didn't see hardly anything for my beautiful best boy, THEREFORE, i'd like to make a request please :)

how would the monster trio/eustass kid/law show their s/o that they love him OR how do they confess ? whichever one interests you more 😁 thank you !!

wlkajdflkj thank-you so much!! but yeah, it's still p new, i've only had this for about a week now!! but absolutely I can do that!!

[Heads up!: mention of animal death in Kid's]

Luffy ㅡ His love language is all over the place, much like him. But he loves very deeply and intensely ㅡ he's not one to half-ass anything when it comes to his crew, and especially not you.

"Here!" Luffy's voice is coupled with a cupcake being shoved into your line of vision and you reach up to take it, inspecting it. It's a little worse for wear than it undoubtedly started, the frosting lopsided and the wrapper peeling off ㅡ but when you look up, Luffy is beaming. "Sanji made cupcakes so I saved one for you!"

Luffy's love for food is unparalleled, so the idea of him having thought of you and saved food for you makes your heart stutter in your chest. Still, you tear the cupcake in half carefully, offering him the bigger half. "Want to share with me?"

Luffy's grin is brighter than the sun, and you've never loved anything more than you do him at that exact moment. "Sure!"

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Zoro ㅡ "Love" in the romantic connotation is something that's still fairly new in his wheelhouse, so you have to take the way he talks to you with a grain of salt. That being said, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you, because he does.

"Hey." You look up as his shadow falls over you, finding the swordsman staring at you with an unreadable look. "Thought you said you were gonna nap with me."

"I was, but I didn't want to disturb you," you say and he frowns before he reaches for your hand, tugging you to your feet to follow behind him. "Zoro? I didn't mean toㅡ"

"You didn't do anything wrong." He lets go of you in favor of settling in one of his usual napping spots, staring up at you expectantly until you join him. Instead of laying his head in your lap, he adjusts until your head is on his chest and his hand is in your hair, stroking lazily. "Just sleep better when you're around, that's all."

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Sanji ㅡ At first glance, Sanji loves loudly and he loves freely. He's a flirt, everyone knows that when he can't resist giving love-struck looks to anyone who tickles his fancy.

But when he truly loves, he loves quietly and fiercely.

"You don't have to help with the dishes," he argues as you dunk your hands into the soapy water, frowning when you pretend not to hear him.

"I want to," you say after a moment. "It gets done faster if we both do it, and I don't mind if it means we get to spend time together."

Sanji stares for a long moment before his expression softens, and he moves to stand next to you. You wash and he dries, working in gentle harmony.

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Law ㅡ love is not something that comes easy for him. He feels it but does his best not to, telling himself that if he lets things go too far, he's setting himself up for heartbreak and to lose things all over again.

But it's hard to tell himself that when you're sleeping so soundly next to him. Vulnerable in very sense of the term, trusting him to keep you safe. He monitors the tempo of your breathing when he can't sleep, counts your eyelashes, commits every feature to memory.

You curl into him when he moves closer, and his lips press to your forehead. He closes his eyes, making a silent vow that no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe. He can't lose you.

ㅡ

Kid ㅡ like Zoro, love in the romantic intention is new to him and he's a little rougher with it than expectation dictates. He's loud and he's volatile, but he's also fierce in his devotion.

"What are you crying about? Wasn't even yours." He doesn't understand why you're so upset about stumbling upon a dead cat ㅡ but he doesn't laugh or mock you, either.

Instead he lets you feel as you need to, hand encompassing your back to press you into him for comfort. When you're done, he speaks.

"...we can bury it if it makes you feel better." He follows it with a rough threat about what he'll do if you speak a word of this to any of the others on the Victoria Punk, but it's him who places a little flower ring on the cross you make for the cat's grave.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #law x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #eustass kid x reader #ㅡanswered.

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Post-Baby Bath

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: John decides to help his beloved wife out by pampering her while their newborn is settled down for nap time

A/N: incase you can’t tell my baby fever is at a all time high this week

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, surgery, sexual innuendos

Delivering a baby is no easy feat, hell pregnancy alone is no easy feat. You had just delivered your baby boy not even a week ago. While he wasn’t a very fussy baby, taking care of a infant while healing wasn’t easy especially while healing. You had deliver your son your own while John was on FaceTime. The delivery nurse had to console you so you didn’t raise your blood pressure. It was your worst nightmare. So here you sat at home, alone holding your infant son as he nursed on your chest. He was all John, he had his eyes, nose, & thick head of brown hair. You ran a finger across his pink chubby cheeks as his big eyes stared at you.

The sound of the door lightly opening & closing along with the shuffling of combat boots.

“Darling?” John’s thick accent filled the air. He was home, a sigh of relief washed over you. You were no longer alone in taking care of your newborn.

“I’m in here love,” You replied rocking your son. John walked in to the bedroom & removed his combat boots. A small smile started to appear on your face. With your free hand you reached out for him & cupped his right cheek. He sat down on the edge of the bed & looked down at your newborn son.

“Oh darling,” John said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He took a long look at you, the guilt of not being there weighed on his conscious as he took in your appearance. Small bags were under your eyes from exhaustion, your hair was all tangled, & your skin was pale. Then he looked down again at the bundled in your arms. “He’s beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

“You wanna hold him he’s just about done.” You said as the newborn started to become fussy. He unlatched from your breast & you handed him over to John’s open arms. John’s large frame made the already small baby boy look microscopic. You put your breast away & just admired the scene in front of her. Your son was looking up as his father with amazement. His face wiggled around with different expressions & his chubby little hands reached out for his beard. Tears welled in John’s eyes at the site of his newborn son.

“I am sorry for missing the birth, baby.” John said he as he looked at you, guilt in his eyes. “You must be so tired.”

“I’m not gonna lie I am.” You sighed. “I haven’t showered in two days. I feel so gross.” Your son had fallen asleep in John’s arms by now. “Oh thank God he’ll be asleep for hours.”

“Why don’t I put him down in his bassinet then draw you a nice warm bath.” John suggested. You smiled at him.

“Baby that sounds absolutely wonderful.” You sighed at the thought. John played your baby in the bassinet & then walked into the bathroom. You could hear the water starting to fill up the tub from your place on the bed. John came out of the bathroom & picked you up out of bed. The past few days you moved with the pace of a snail. You were still healing down there & any sudden movement was painful. Your head rested against his chest as he gently carried you into the bathroom. He put you down gently on the bath mat next to the tub. You went to go & remove your shirt you hissed in pain. Breastfeeding is no joke, your whole chest was achy.

John kneeled in front of you & helped remove your shirt. Then he went to remove your sweat pants. Out of embarrassment you didn’t want John to see you with the giant pad in your hospital underwear. Or the fact your stomach wasn’t all the way down.

“Love.” John said softly. “Don’t hide from me.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You just had a baby, & regardless I love you.” He was always so tender with you. “You’re also in pain love, let me help you.”

“Okay.” You softly said. He helped remove your sweatpants. “Let me take these off.” You said as he turned around to give you privacy. You removed the hospital underwear & tapped John to let him know you were ready to be put in the tub. He turned out & smiled at you just taking you all in. He felt so honored that you trusted him with seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He said & lifted you up. Slowly he put you in the warm water. The shock of the water hitting your aching body made a sigh escape your lips. You hadn’t realize how badly you needed this, & how much your body ached. John smiled at you in the tub. He stripped off his uniform & climbed in with you. Your back was rested up again his chest. Lord knew he needed a bath himself from the latest mission.

He wrapped his big burly arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You want me wash your hair lovely?” He asked. You nodded, & he immediately grabbed your shampoo. As soon as his fingers touched your scalp you could’ve fallen asleep right there. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head & you sighed. You could feel the stress from the day melting away the more he massaged the vanilla scent into your hair. He rinsed the shampoo out & put in your conditioner. John always knew your hair routine & he knew your sweet spots. After he rinsed the conditioner out you rested your head on his shoulder.

The two of you just basked in your own glow. John thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever lied eyes on. Your post baby body to him was the most beautiful thing. It represented your strength & ability to give him one of the most beautiful things he had ever lied eyes on. Besides you of course. He had never known how deep his love could go until he laid eyes on you holding your son. Once the two of you finished your bath, you both jumped into your pajamas & checked in your son. While cuddling watching a movie you heard your son fussing in the bassinet.

You picked him up, & John immediately held out his arms to hold your son.

“Let me take care of it love.” He said. “I need to get to know our son, & you need to catch up on sleep.” You passed the infant off of to John & watched his little body lay on his father’s chest. John started to rub small circles on his newborn son’s back & a small smile appeared on the baby’s face. A little bit of drool started to pool on his t-shirt. Your eyelids started to become heavy as you watched John with your son. A peaceful much slumber consumed you, as you basked in the love of your husband & now newborn baby.

#call of duty #cod imagines #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #cod modern warfare #captain john price #captain price #john price #captain price x female reader #captain johnathan price #captain john price imagine #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x y/n #cod imagine

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shomixremix · 1 month

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Hello! If it's okay, can I make a silly request? (I think they are open? I apologize if they aren't) may I request something fluffy with the immortal characters (which ever you write for) where their s/o is mortal but they've been together so long that their s/o is an old wrinkly person and the s/o gets mistaken for their grandparent? I just want some cute fluff, but everyone writes smut 😫

Eternal love ♡︎

hi anon!! yep, reqs are open!! i'm so sorry for not being here for some time, exam week was hell but i'm back now lovelies!!

idk rlly which immortal characters you meant but i hope it's okay that i chose these two!! and also i know that this is like fluff and all but for some reason this is so sad to me!! like yeah the reader is old and they are immortal but the reader is GONNA DIE AND OH MY GOD THEY'LL BE ALONEEEEEE AND GRIEVEINGGGG i don't deal well with thinking about death so this was a little challenging to write. but fun!! and hehe don't worry anon even though i write smut more i'm always here for fluff!!

hope you lovelies enjoy <3

tags: zhongli, neuvillette, fluff, slight angst, female!senior!reader

-> being in love with an immortal being had its' many perks, and yet, it had it's flaws. you only began to realize those flaws existed once you celebrated your 50th anniversary with your husband.

reqs open ♡︎

-> zhongli

"there you go, love. would you like to rest now? it is way past your usual nap time... you're sure you'd like to stay here?"

your husband asked, handsome face washed in worry for you. his appearance, ever so youthful and mighty, completely contrasted with your wrinkles and gray hair. but morax didn't mind the slightest - he still thought you were beautiful.

even though you were now hunched over, thick glasses sitting snuggly on the bridge of your nose and spent most od your times either asleep or knitting, he had loved you just the same as all those years ago. he looked at you now, at seventy, in that same way he did when you were his sweet, twenty-year-old fiancé. you were still you, no matter how old, and you were still the most heavenly person he has ever met.

"i'm sure, dear," you reassure, nodding softly, "i would like another cup of tea, please"

he hurriedly called the waiter of the lovely liyue café you were sitting at to bring you a cup more.

"could we get one more cup of this tea for my date?"

the waiter, seemingly very polite and kind, nodded.

"certainly, sir. and i have to comment, i think it's very lovely you're taking your grandma out for brunch! i don't get many people who respect their elders"

zhongli's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. respect his elders? when he was the one a aproximately a millenia older than you?

your husband looked to you, then back, clearing his throat. his voice slightly offended, he spoke: "this is my wife. we're celebrating our anniversary"

the way the waiter's face fell made you softly giggle, giving him a look full of empathy. you knew you appeared much older than zhongli and that people weren't used to it, with you looking like some kind of sugar mommy he married for the inheritance. people had no idea he was actually the older one, and how would they even be able to tell with the way his face hasn't aged a day?

"oh, ma'am, i'm so sorry, i cincerely apologise-"

"it's alright, sweetheart, i can see why you'd think i'm his granny!" you laughingly reassure. the waiter quickly runs to get you your tea, and zhongli turns to you.

"pft, you're not even that old, love. seventy-three is nothing." he scoffs, kissing your saggy cheek, "and no matter how old you are, i don't appreciate you calling another man sweetheart"

-> neuvillette

"are you alright? would you like to sit down, mon amour?" he asks, moving his feet inch by inch as he walked alongside you. even though this pace was almost torterous for him, he'd never dare go any faster. he'd walk alongside you, always, no matter if it meant he had to move at a snail's pace.

"i'm quite alright, my dear. but, could we have a break, just for a moment?"

his ocean-blue eyes frantically searched for a spot to rest, scanning a nearby bench. he set you down on it, wrapping a careful arm around your shoulder and let you rest.

you were so adorable, even now, with saggy skin and an obsession with cardigans. his beautiful, incredible wife, so gorgeous and full of life even though you were in your seventies.

those eyes of yours looked at him with just as much love and just as much wanting as they did a whole lifetime ago. when you first got married, he always had that thought in the back of his mind of a youth potion, always thinking that ot would feel weird if you would change with age and he would not.

but he was wrong. chief justice neuviellette was so, so wrong.

it wasn't weird at all - it was beautiful. your face and body, even though old and wrinkly, perfectly showed everything you two went through; your big smile lines, from a lifetime of chuckling with him, eyes so full of care from the few young ones you raised, hands veiny and rough from a lifetime of caressing his scales.

"would you like to feed the birds, mon cherie? remember, we brought the bread crumbs?"

you nodd softly, softly laying your gray head on your husbands chest.

"oh, yes, the birds! i almost forgot!"

as he gives you a little baggy filled with some leftover baguette breadcrumbs from your breakfast that morning, a couple of melusines swarmed around the two of you.

"mr. neuvillette! mr. neuvillette! we have never seen your grandma before!! hello, mrs. neuvillette's grandma, very nice to meet you!"

your husband softly chuckled, intertwining your fingers. he pressed a loving kiss to your hand, returning his gaze to the scattered melousines: "this is my wife, and i can asure you, you've met her many times before"

"oh, really? we can't remember.." one of the melousines replied, scratching her head.

"that's alright, neither does she" he whispers playfully, earning him a soft smack from you, "hey, i can still hear you, you know!"

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #zhongli fluff #neuvillette fluff #fluff #female reader #old reader #request #anon request #requests open

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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can't hurry love |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a little blurb about older!dilf!eddie and reader adjusting to life as parents, which includes learning to have quickies where they can.

contains: domestic fluff. age gap relationship. reader is thirty-three, eddie is forty-nine. dad!eddie x mom!reader. fluff and smut. minors DNI 18+. quickie p in v sex.

Eddie was sure if he heard 'Let It Go' one more time he was going to scream, rip his hair out and shove it into his ears so he didn't have to hear the song ever again. He thought Strawberry Shortcake was bad, but it was nothing compared to this- a new level of hell that Delilah insisted on playing on a loop over and over and over. He figured it was probably because of her new Elsa dress, a costume blue replica of the character's that came with all the accessories- including a very tangled and tattered wig that you were "fixing". He had Wayne to thank for that, the old man could never say no to either of his grand babies.

Eddie was going to make sure he put the idea in Lilah's head to make Poppa watch the sing-along version the next time he dropped her off, give him a taste of his own medicine; but he knew deep down Wayne wouldn't mind.

"Delilah," You called carefully, padding into the living room with a basket full of her clothes on your hip, ready to be washed from the week before. "I think it's time for us to go lay down."

Eddie cringed, the soft whimper of shock, rounding eyes and a pout that made his heart lurch in his chest, followed by the expectant whine, loud and shrill. "Noooo..." Delilah stomped her foot. "No, Mama, we're not done with the movie!"

You looked at Eddie, lips pursed. You knew he'd cave if she begged too much, and you wanted to stop it before it started. "Delilah," You warned lifting a brow. "You gotta have a nap, baby. You'll be so mean and cranky if you don't."

"Daddy, tell her no." Delilah whined, climbing into Eddie's lap, curling into his chest. Your lips twitched, biting back a smile. You wanted to be irritated, but you couldn't. Three years old and already knew exactly how to play Eddie so he'd bend to her every whim. You wished you were surprised, but between you and Brielle, she was bound to learn the ways of the women around her.

Eddie's eyes softened, cradling her head into his chest, stroking her soft curls. He looked up at you pleadingly. "Just a few more minutes," He said, face melting. He looked down, Delilah's tiny fist rubbing her eyes as she fought back a yawn, easing into his chest and relaxing under his touch.

You tsked, lifting a brow at him. "Eddie, we talked about this." You warned quietly. You had been trying for weeks to get Delilah to go to sleep on her own, starting to ween her out of long snuggles and holding her until she fell asleep. She would start school in only a few years, and didn't need to be coddled like that and make it worse on herself.

Eddie had been less than thrilled. He loved nothing more than cuddling with his baby before she went to bed, reading her a story, his readers perched on his nose doing animated voices that riled her up more than soothed her. Often, especially if he was working at the shop late, it was the only time he got with her. He was so pouty when you talked to him about it the first time, petulant with huffy grumbles and protest, but he knew you were right.

"Just give us a few minutes, please?" Eddie's face contorted into a small smile. "The troll songs about to come on, then we'll go nap after that. Right, Pickles?"

Delilah giggled, half her face still resting on her dad's chest, her eyes still trained on the movie. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Fine, I'll go start this load and then you're going to take a nap, missy." You pointed at Delilah, who huffed and whined. Eddie's gruff, soothing voice peppering words and kisses into her hairline.

You dumped the clothes in, bending over to see a pair of your panties had dropped between the washer and dryer. You shimmied your hand down to snatch the clothing piece, blushing and rolling your lip between your teeth when you held it in front of you. It was a lacy black pair, part of a set you bought for Eddie's birthday, that you must've dropped, seeing as it was still covered in your release and his, dried and crusted on the black fabric.

Your legs squeezed together at the memory. You'd taken Eddie to the bar, meeting all his friends for his birthday, even bringing a cake to share at the small booth you rented out, everyone drunkenly serenading the birthday boy. The real surprise was when you got home. Madeline had offered to watch Delilah for the night, ecstatic to see her niece and spend time with her, so you had the house to just the two of you. As soon as you'd shown Eddie the lingerie set, he'd bent you over the arm of the couch, pounding into you relentlessly, not even bothering to take the panties off.

That had been over two weeks ago.

The shift from fucking each other anytime you wanted to with no worries, to having to sneak and worry about being interrupted by the baby monitor or tiny feet padding to your room was a hard adjustment for both of you. Even for Eddie, who had done it once before, it was still hard.

You poured the detergent in, tossing your panties in the wash, before starting the machine. You placed the basket on top, lips twisting in thought before walking back into the living room.

Delilah was heavy lidded, curled into Eddie's chest nearly half asleep when you stepped in front of the TV, hands on your hips. "Nap time, sweet girl." You cooed, turning off the television.

Delilah cried, angry and irritated, burying her face in Eddie's chest. "No, Mama, no!" She wailed, clinging to Eddie tightly. "Tell her no, Daddy!"

"I don't think that will matter, baby cakes." Eddie snorted lightly, running a hand down her back. "You know Mama's the boss lady around here. You better listen to her."

You bit back a grin, shaking your head at him. "Lilah, let's go. C'mon, Mama will go tuck you in."

Delilah cried, fat, crocodile tears streamed down her little red face. You knew it was probably from exhaustion more than anything else. She always got so cranky after lunch. "I not tired!" Delilah lisped, her 'r' sounding more like a 'w', and it made Eddie's heart swell, holding her closer to his chest, pressing his cheek against her head sweetly.

"Here, baby, I'll come lay with you ok? Just until you go to sleep, and then when you wake up we can play with your toys some more, ok?" Eddie cooed sweetly, avoiding your hard gaze.

"No," You said, shaking your head. "I'll go put her down, and I need your help in the bedroom, please." You eyed him carefully.

Eddie's brows knitted in confusion, twisting with a questioning look. You blinked, eyes flickering to your room down the hall. "Just go wait for me, please." You grit though your teeth. "I've got a really bad itch and I need you to scratch it, please."

Eddie's eyes flashed in confusion before widening, bulging in realization. The euphemism wasn't great by a long shot, you were trying to talk in code in front of your toddler, who was more interested in crying and screaming than whatever you two were discussing. Eddie blushed, mouth running dry. He pressed a quick kiss to Delilah's cheek, muttering a small promise that soothed her a bit before her nap, then handing her off to you.

You looked at him over the top of Delilah's curls, nodding down the hall before going into her room.

Delilah went down fairly easy, too exhausted from the constant running and excitement of the day to whine and protest too long. You'd tucked her in before sitting outside her door to make sure she stayed in her bed, listening until her little cries turned into sniffles then silence, the noise machine drowning out her little snores. You peeked in the room, illuminated by the soft glow of the night light and the sun peeking through the drawn curtains, before tip toeing down the hall to yours and Eddie's room.

Eddie perked up when you walked in, eyes lighting up when you shut the door behind you. "Did you get her down?" Eddie asked eagerly, standing up.

You nodded, shimmying out of your sweatpants and pulling your shirt over your head. "Yes," You muttered, feeling his eyes gawk at your bare body. You didn't wait for whatever lewd and suggestive comment was on his tongue, pressing yourself against him, your lips catching his, tugging him in deeper and deeper into you.

Eddie's hands found the small of your back, calloused skin skating down towards your ass, cupping and squeezing the fat of it until you moaned into his mouth. He dropped lower, hands tucking between your legs, swiping through your wet folds. You could feel him smirk into your mouth.

"Dirty girl," He tsked, pulling his shining fingers out with a dimpled grin. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, huffing and reaching for the band of his sweatpants. You could see his growing erection already tenting the soft fabric, rolling your hand over his cock, squeezing it lightly before shoving his pants roughly to the ground.

"Shut up." You muttered with an eye roll, feeling his arrogant grin on you, mouth watering at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, practically touching your nose. You wanted to bury your face in his groin, smother his dick with wet kisses, that's how much you missed it.

You pumped him a few times, silken skin soft in your hands. Eddie groaned, tipping his head back and you huffed. "Be quiet, you'll wake her up." You pouted, swiping your tongue over his tip.

"Then don't do that-fuck." Eddie groaned, hands finding your hair, gripping it lightly. You swallowed him easily down your throat, hands gripping his hair thighs to steady yourself, bobbing up and down on his shaft. "Shit, bunny, that-that's so good, but I need to be inside you."

You pulled off him with a small pop, eyes lifting to his in amusement. You wiped the back of your mouth with your wrist, his hands guiding you to stand up. "Never thought I'd here you say that." You smirked.

Eddie snorted with an eye roll. He smacked your ass playfully, hard enough to have you yelp and squeal, thighs rubbing together for friction. "Just get on the bed." He muttered. "Let me scratch that itch." He grinned.

You blushed, turning and climbing onto the bed, crawling into a table top position. "What? I didn't know what to say." You laughed with a small shrug, bending your front half to sink onto the mattress.

Craning your head to look over your shoulder, Eddie smirked, eyes rolling over your body, your presented ass and glistening pussy, ready and needy for him. You wiggled your hips, ass jiggling in front of him.

"C'mon, hurry up, before she wakes up and interrupts us, again." You groaned, watching him pump his length before situating himself behind you. "Gotta be quick."

Eddie exhaled slowly out his nose, smirking and rolling his tongue over his bottom lip. "I gotcha, bunny, I know." He grinned. "I'll get ya there, just slow down." He swiped his fingered over your folds, pushing his pointer finger into your sopping hole. You shoved your face into the mattress, muffling your loud, desperate moan that tore from your chest.

Eddie moved, positioning himself behind you. "Ready?" He asked, and you nodded. Eddie pushed in slowly, cock splitting you open, the burn from the stretch of his length against your walls made you whine, simmering out with the familiar mind numbing pleasure that always left you complacent and dizzy.

Eddie groaned lowly when he bottomed out, hunching over so his bare chest was pressed to your back. "Holy fucking shit, bunny." He ground his hips against the meat of your ass. "Been too fuckin' long, baby. Way too fuckin' long."

You moaned when he pulled out, hips snapping against yours, a rhythm building and pleasure pooling deep in your belly. You knew you'd be cumming in no time, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the fact that you hadn't had him in so long, your legs were already beginning to shake, abdomen clenching and fists grappling at the sheets.

Eddie huffed, hot breath on your bare shoulder blades, pressing sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses to your hot skin, nuzzling the scruff of his beard into you. "God, fuck, 'm not gonna last long." He warned, hand snaking between you, fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you crying out.

"Should be a fuckin' crime to not fuck you for as long as I did, shit." Eddie hissed. "A pussy this sweet? And I've gone too long without it, haven't I?" Eddie cooed into your ear, a little taunting and mean. Your legs clenched around his hand. "You've just been a little pent up, haven't you, bunny? So needy for me, and I didn't even know, huh?"

"Fuck," You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. His hand on your clit pressed down harder, cock jabbing your g-spot so hard you were sure you'd be spilling over him in no time. "Too long, 's too long." You babbled.

Eddie felt his stomach clench, cock twitching deep inside your velvety walls. His hands gripped harder on your hips, thrusting deeper and harder, sloppy and sharp thrusts that took your breath away. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna-" Eddie's fingers worked faster on your clit, jaw clenching when he rocked harder into you, bed squeaking, mattress springs creaking with every harsh snap of his hips.

You whimpered, the pleasure building so closely you could feel yourself tipping closer and closer towards the edge of ecstasy. Eddie could feel you clenching, his hand still working on your puffy, sensitive clit, thrusting harder, while his other cracked down on the side of your ass, a resounding smack that left you crying out- a bit too loudly- a final thrust sending you reeling falling into the mattress with a fucked out cry.

"Thank fuck-ugh!" Eddie groaned, his own cock spilling deep inside you. He moved slow, pushing farther and farther into you until you'd collected every drop of him. His head fell forward, curly tendrils tickling your back, his hot breath ghosting over your skin.

You could feel him, warm inside of you, filled with every drop of his rather large load. Eddie rested his cheek, stubble skin pressed to the skin of your back, eyes closed and breathing in your scent, calming and grounding while he caught his breath.

You grinned, eyes fluttering at the feeling of him, his weight on top of you, still buried deep inside of you. The house filled with an odd moment of silence, the ceiling fan above you spinning was the only sound other than the labored breaths of you and Eddie. If you listened closely, you could hear the very faint sound of Delilah's sound machine, muffled to a small buzz down the hall.

Eddie moved his hand, tucking it so it cupped your cheek sweetly, tilting to bring you closer to him. He didn't say anything, slotting his lips over yours in a tender, sweet kiss, full of love and passion, like after a date night and a few glasses of wine. You smiled, his forehead against yours as you moved closer to him, content and basking in his embrace. He left you warm from the inside out, bubbly and happy, full of joy that he was yours; that this was your life together, a life you created that was far sweeter than anything you could've ever imagined- even if it started out a little unconventional.

The chirping sound of the washer singing and ringing rang through the house, signaling the the wash cycle was done. You sighed slowly, eyes meeting Eddie's through a glassy gaze. "I think I better go switch them over." You muttered, your lips brushing his, nose touching. "And you better go smoke now if you want to, before she wakes up."

Eddie sighed heavily, lips brushing against yours in a gentle peck, before he pushed himself up, groaning and the creaks and clicks of his joints and bones. "Agh," He hissed, pulling out of you slowly, his release falling in a puddle underneath you.

"Ed," You huffed, lifting your ass up farther to try and keep anymore from spilling. "Now I have to wash that too."

Eddie smirked, grabbing a wash cloth out of the bathroom and wetting it before coming back. "Sorry, baby." He muttered, wiping you slowly. You shifted, rolling over onto your back while he finished cleaning you, sucking in a breath at the sensitivity between your legs.

Eddie settled himself back between your legs, rubbing against your ass suggestively. "Think she'd stay down for another round?" He asked, scanning your naked chest.

You scoffed, pushing him back lightly by his sternum. "Please, we better not test our luck." You rolled your eyes, sitting up, legs hanging over the side of the bed.

You stood, bending down to shimmy back on your discarded sweatpants. You could feel Eddie's blistering gaze on your ass. "Besides," You smirked, biting back a smirk. "You couldn't get it up for a second round, geezer." You teased.

Eddie's jaw ticked, scoffing challengingly, arms crossing over his inked chest. You laughed, putting on your shirt with a small blush. "Alright," Eddie's tongue rolled on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing lightly at you. "I'll remember that, baby."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, lifting on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. "'M just kidding." You giggled, batting your eyes lovingly at him.

Eddie's hands snaked down, cracking against your sweatpants clad ass before gripping your waist tightly. "You wait until tonight, bunny. We'll see how many rounds I can go." He growled threateningly, but his eyes twinkled playfully, lustfully and alluring.

You broke apart, gathering the blanket from the bed in your arms while Eddie got dressed. He caught your waist when you passed him, arms full of the blanket, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, your head tipping back and reeling under his touch.

"Love you," Eddie muttered, kissing the tip of your nose. He fumbled in his top drawer for a cigarette and his lighter, winking at you when you dreamily repeated the phrase back to him, feeling airy and gooey, like a school girl with a second period crush. He still made you feel so important, so loved and adored.

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written-in-flowers · 11 months

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A Night In: Hongjoong x Reader

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!reader

AU: sugar baby, contracted partner

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Smut, with bits of fluff

Tags: poly relationship, polycule, oral sex (female receiving), breast play, nipple play, foreplay in general, face sitting, face riding, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, light dom/dub themes and undertones, protected sex, mentions of creampie, mentions of breeding kink/pregnancy, cock warming.

Summary: As an Idol Companion, part of your job is going on tour with your boyfriends. Today, you’re in Singapore on a very gloomy, very rainy day. With his schedule completely free, Hongjoong has decided that he’s bored and wants to partake in his favorite meal: you.

Previously on Companion

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You don't always do it out of boredom. You mostly do it on nights when the mood is right or if one of you had a bad day or simply haven't for a while. But, today, with the gloomy clouds outside your wide hotel windows, you supposed it'd happen eventually.

Being an Idol Companion, part of your job is to accompany them on tour. Following them around the States for their North American tour, you hopped around from airport to airport and hotel to hotel. The managers always gave you your own room should you want some peace and quiet, but you explained you didn’t really need your own room. You hated being alone, honestly, when you’re so accustomed to being with your boyfriends all the time. So, often you canceled your room and stayed with whichever member you wanted to stay with. You recalled your earlier years where you kept this strict schedule because you hated leaving any member without quality time, but as years went on, you learned jealousy isn’t a problem in your relationship. The group certainly had pairs that stuck out more than others: you often went out with Wooyoung and San during the week; Seonghwa and Hongjoong never minded taking you out together. It certainly made things easier.

Today, you’d been paired with Hongjoong which suited you just fine. Laying beside him in his bed, his free schedule left you both with not much to do. You floated between working, watching tv, or watching videos on Hongjoong’s phone. It was only a matter of time before it came up.

"I'm bored," Hongjoong said, his high voice soft underneath the fluffy blankets. You'd agreed to take your second nap of the day after lunch, but he clearly wasn’t that tired. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your lips, "Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry, what?" You laughed, a bit shocked by the blatant request.

"Sit on my face," he repeated, pecking your lips again lazily and holding you closer. “I want to taste you. I haven’t tasted it in so long.”

Beneath the black t-shirt and shorts, his hard body pressed into your soft one. Petal lips caressed yours open into a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding over yours in a faint groan. Slim fingers roamed over your tanktop and panties and it became clear what caused this sudden suggestion once he grabbed at your bottom. You'd gone to bed in only a tank top and underwear to be more comfortable, so he felt your bare ass underneath the cotton panties you’d thrown on. Your tank top being skewed slightly from your sideways position didn’t help either. This only encouraged Hongjoong further, his hand sliding up your shirt to the curve of your breast. His gentle touch ignited the fire inside you. Your own hands instinctively went under his shirt; the smooth skin felt warm on your touch. The faint smell of his body wash titillated your senses, and you draped your leg over his side. Thoughts of his tongue rolling around your hard clit caused you to whimper into his mouth. When the tip of his tongue brushed over your bottom lip, you pushed against him gently.

"I'm taking this as a 'yes'?" He smirked, returning the movement with one of his own.

"Yes."

He rolled onto his back and let you climb on top. You gasped when you straddled his lap to find him already hard. The idea that you'd caused this aroused you further. You liked having this effect on him. Hongjoong’s hands slowly felt up your torso to your breasts, tugging down the loose tank top and cupping them both. This direct contact made you melt as you ground yourself into him. Nothing felt better than his hands. Nothing felt better than him. On lonely nights, you found yourself longing for his warmth and length. True, you’ll always have the other members, and you did crave them on particular nights, but Hongjoong…it felt different with him. Some nights your passion erupts into flames, and you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment. But, other days, like today, you both showed nothing but tenderness. You hovered over him, your body staying close to him, and you kissed him again. His hands started at your thighs, where he grabbed and smoothed over them gently. You rolled your hips into his hardon as he continued feeling up your body.

“Remember our first time?” you asked as you kissed down his neck, recalling the memory as his hands slid under your tank top.

“How can I forget it?” he replied, eyes falling closed at your kisses. “It was after we’d gone to the festival for chuseok. I took you to meet my parents, and we decided to go to this little festival my town was having.” He laughed softly, “I was so shy.”

“It was sweet,” you said, smiling. “I thought you might back out last minute.”

“I considered it,” he said, holding you close as he brought you to his lips. “But then, I saw how beautiful you looked in that pink and white hanbok, and I realized I wanted to be closer to you. I wanted to take that step with you,” he planted gentle kisses on your shoulder.

“Maybe I should wear hanbok more often,” you teased, grinding into him and earning a low growl from his chest. “Since you liked it so much.”

“You could wear anything and I’d still want you to sit on my face,” he said, voice lowering as the lust returned and he cupped both your breasts again.

Hongjoong latched his lips around one nipple, moaning as he suckled it for you, and it sent pulsations down your body. You felt his hardness grow between your thighs, the thin fabric of your bottoms becoming pure torture. Memories of your first time together warmed your heart, and made you want him even more. Hongjoong was the first to approach you about sex. You’d been dating the members for almost six months, and you’d mostly kissed a few of them by then. It’d happened so naturally. It happened as if some higher being decided you’d both take that intimate step closer. You first thought that perhaps your fondness and favor for Hongjoong came because he’d been the first of all eight. Yet, as time slowly moved on, that turned out to not be the case.

You loved him.

Truly.

Deeply.

And you’d never admit that to anyone.

"Joongie," you whined, feeling his hot tongue lick your nipple.

"Sit up here," he said.

With a pat on your thigh, you slid up his torso to straddle his head instead. You braced yourself against the white headboard above him as his hot breath ghosted over your center.

"My favorite part," you heard him growl as he left a light kiss right between your thighs.

You giggled despite the wetness surging against his kisses. "I bet it is," you said, "Since you asked me so bluntly to sit on your face."

"Well, it's raining," he said, putting another kiss right where your clit is. You gasped once his kisses became deeper, and his tongue began rolling against the thin fabric. "And I'm bored," he mumbled.

"Please, be bored more often then," you breathed at his lips kissing up and down the sides.

Hongjoong hummed against each side which vibrated gently in the area. The combination of his wet tongue and the dampness of your center made your underwear even thinner. You could feel the exact position of his mouth on you; you felt every brush of his tongue and you gripped the cushioned headboard for support. When he threaded the fabric between your folds, he licked up both sides of your sex and occasionally dipped to your clit. You bit your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping you; you stayed still to let him work at his own pace, but you wished he’d go faster. Hongjoong’s tongue brought on a fresh need that burned inside you. Soon, he tugged your panties to the side, a hand keeping them hooked there, and sighed softly.

"I remember the first time I ate you out like this" he said, lapping at the trickle of wetness nestled between your lips. "I worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“I did have to give you some instruction,” you grinned, shutting your eyes as he started peppering kisses on your damp sex. “But, my knees were shaking by the time I came. I love it when you-”

He cut you off with a gentle lick to your clit. Several more licks followed, never pushing the folds apart to reach the hard pearl inside, but rather letting it open itself. Hongjoong simply ran his tongue over the center languidly, focusing right against your clit in every stroke. You shuddered at the tip of his tongue sliding up and under the edges of it, as if tracing it for memory. He knew it sent slight sparks that had you mewling in minutes. When your sex became fully drenched, Hongjoong sucked whatever juices he could get from you. He hummed his delight at your taste, burying his face in it for more. Keeping you locked against him with his arms, he didn't hesitate to begin rapidly flicking your sensitive clit. The sudden change in pace had you wriggling in place to each little pang of pleasure he caused; your breathy moans turned into needy whimpers that slipped out of you. Your body craved more of him. Wagging the flat of his tongue over it, you reached down into his black hair to keep him still. Sensing the shift, Hongjoong stayed put as you gradually rode his tongue.

"Just like that," he said, voice muffled by your pussy, "Ride my face like that."

Sliding his tongue inside you, you moved gently up and down. The tip of his nose brushed lightly to your clit, which only aroused you more. It wasn't enough. His rough tongue reached far, but not far enough. You needed more. His hands reached back behind you, and firmly grasped your ass. The light smack he gave to one cheek brought out a squeal you couldn't contain. He did this a few more times while you used his tongue, loving the sounds it produced from you.

"Fuck me," you whimpered, "I want you to fuck me like you did the first time."

“I will, baby,” he replied in that sultry tone that gave you goosebumps. “I will, but I want you to cum in my mouth first.”

Hearing such filth come from him in that voice made you tremble on top of him. He let you continue riding the full length of his tongue, the muscle almost cupping your sensitive bundle. He stopped you once or twice to flick it quickly before allowing you to keep going. That familiar pinching sensation struck you as the sensitivity built up, and you grabbed onto the headboard in front of you. You’re sure the member next door could hear your orgasm hit you right away. Hongjoong latched his mouth on your pussy as you shuddered, eyes closed tight as your body shook in his grip. Even once the initial climax passed, Hongjoong sucked up whatever fluids dripped from you and swallowed them. You needed more.

He chuckled when he darted his tongue into your pussy. No doubt he felt your walls fluttering and clenching onto anything pushing inside. You reached behind you to feel his erection straining against his shorts and boxers.

"Hongjoong," you whined as he prodded your entrance once more. You started stroking and rocking into him at the same time. "Stop teasing," you said, "And fuck me already."

"Now, baby, you know that's not how we ask for things we want," he said sternly, slapping your thigh sharply. "Ask me nicely like the sweetie I know you are."

"Hongjoonie?"

"Hm?"

"Can you please fuck me now?" You pouted, putting in your most innocent tone. "Please?"

"But I am doing that, angel," he said, pointedly pushing his tongue inside a moment before pulling away, "See? I'm using my tongue. Don't you like my tongue?"

"I do," you whined, "But I want your cock more."

Hongjoong pretended to think about it, rubbing your thighs and pecking your sex again. "I don't know," he said, pondering on it. "I'm enjoying just doing this. I haven't done it in a while."

"Your cock feels so much better though," you pleaded. "I love your tongue but I can never get enough of your dick."

"Well," he sighed, "When you put it that way and since you asked so nicely. I guess we could…"

You laughed together before he released you. He fumbled with the waistband of his pants a moment, before withdrawing his length from them. The shaft flushed red, it strained against his pelvis and twitched with arousal. The sight of him wearing nothing but his shirt, which ended up over his chest, was divine. Nothing you dreamt up could compare. His groan was immediate when you rubbed yourself against him, your slick making the motion much easier than before.

"Fuck," you breathed, feeling his shaft push between your folds, "I could do this…all day…"

"I don't have a schedule today," he smirked, sitting up to put his arms around you, "And I can't imagine anything more fun than this."

You quickly fished a condom from the bag by the bed, and let him put it on before coming together again. You almost considered pretending to forget, so then he could cum in you again. You’d enjoyed it that night after the gangbang, and continuously thought about asking for it again. But, you know better and so does he.

Angling himself with you, you both groaned with relief. Your walls squeezed around his cock, keeping it deep inside even when you started slowly bouncing in his lap. Hongjoong and you stayed close together, neither of you in a hurry to finish, and kissed. The juices still on his mouth and chin tinged your kiss, but neither of you cared. Kissing Hongjoong was enough. Your arms slipped around his in a passionate kiss, his body cradling you each time you met. You certainly would do this all day and night if he let you. Nothing felt as good as Kim Hongjoong, your boyfriend, deep inside you this way. Once you and him did it, it became difficult for either of you to stop.

Something you felt with all the members.

The sudden touch of his tip to your g-spot had you shaking and whining in his arms. Normally, when he sensed your orgasm, Hongjoong chased after it with steady strokes. This time, he palmed your breasts and kissed you while he let you work it yourself. His fingers brushed across both your nipples, bringing on more twinges of pleasure, and pinched them gently. The little motions on the sensitive peaks added to the torturous pace your orgasm approached. He hardly moved his hips, though not out of laziness, but so he could watch you unravel in front of him. Hongjoong enjoyed watching you this way, whether with him or another member. He eventually sat back on his elbows once he heard your moans grow louder, and admired you as your orgasm approached. His eyes locked with yours, hazy and full of lust, and you didn't look away when you started saying his name woven into curses. One hand rubbed your clit in slow circles, and you saw him start shuddering.

"Where…Where, baby?" Was all he could ask through his soft huffing. "Where do you want it?"

You thought about the gangbang again, and what Hongjoong did afterwards. You remembered how his semen leaked from you afterwards, getting onto your thighs and sheets. You haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened. The agency doctors cleared you of pregnancies or diseases, and advised abstaining from sex for a while but…

No. You couldn't. As much as the idea appealed to you, you can’t. A baby in your current situation could be bad for you and the members.

But seven years together gave Hongjoong plenty of insight into you. "You want me to cum in you again, huh?" He smirked, rolling his thumb around your clit to help you along, "Disappointed the first time didn't take?"

"Joongie," you giggled despite the pleasure building. "We can't."

"Alright, angel, but," he pushed himself further inside, "I want you to-to know…" he pulled you in close and said in your ear, "I'll cum in you whenever you want…as many times as you want. I loved cumming in you…so fucking much…"

But, into the condom it went. Your eyes closed, your orgasm stiffening your body in his grasp, you pictured his cum spraying thick streams against your walls. You wished he'd do it again just so you can feel that. Knowing he'd willingly do it made you want it more. Yet, you settled for pretending instead.

Your orgasms subsided, but neither of you broke apart. You couldn't bring yourself to leave his embrace right away; not when you felt so close to him. You rested on top, enjoying the feel and warmth of his naked skin against yours; his cock remained inside you so you stayed firmly locked to him. You felt tempted to keep riding him even if he softened to have him a second time, but you couldn’t find it in you at the moment. His arms wrapped around your midsection, but he did not grope or fondle any part of you. He held you and you held him.

Once again, that special connection that occurred when you first met blossomed between you. It scared you somewhat, you realized in his arms.

You’ve been an Idol Companion for nine years, starting when you were nineteen up until now, and met Ateez two years into it. You dated smaller groups, and soloists before the boys. They all treated you well, took care of you and adored you. You enjoyed their company, and they, in return, enjoyed yours. You developed great friendships with some of them, and you’re always happy to see them if you cross paths. Yet, real love never came. The reality that your contract and your company is not forever constantly loomed over your head; it told you to never grow attached because it could end at any time. So, you never let yourself be too close or give too much of yourself away to your past partners. They had good memories with you; that is the most a Companion can really hope for….to be a memory.

You didn’t want to be only a memory with Hongjoong.

Or Seonghwa.

Or Yunho.

Or Yeosang.

Or San, Mingi, Wooyoung or Jongho.

You sometimes think about the day they disband and cry. It scares you. You never felt so attached to any one person or group before. You don’t think you could ever live without them, especially Hongjoong. Guilt filled you every time you thought that if they decided to end your relationship, you’d never recover. You can’t see yourself with anyone else. You knew if they broke up with you, the world around you would be bleak and lifeless. There'd be no Jongho to make a goofy joke or Yeosang to give a kind word when you feel like dying. No Wooyoung or San to shower you with kisses and compliments whenever you're insecure. Your twin towers, Yunho and Mingi…who would be there to partner with you on the dance floor? Seonghwa and Hongjoong, those two who are always there when you need them. You'd miss each and every one of them. This sad thought made you kiss Hongjoong again. This time it was deeper, longer, and full of everything you couldn’t put into words. You needed him to know how you might stop breathing if any of them left you. You didn’t break away as he rolled you onto your sides and brought the sheets over you both.

“I love you too,” he whispered when he finally broke away, lips brushing against yours. “So much.”

“Never leave. Promise me.”

“I promise I won’t. None of us would ever leave you,” He snuggled you to him and said, “You’ve imprinted yourself on me, I know that much. Wherever I go, you’ll just be there with me too."

You shared a smile and another kiss before Hongjoong put on a movie for you to watch under the covers. Having this small bit of reassurance was enough to keep your spirits up the rest of the day. You spent most of it naked in bed, watching television or working on your laptops, and having sex a few times more. It turned out to be a perfect day. Around night time, someone knocked on the door. Hongjoong winked at you since he knew who it was.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he answered the door with fake innocence, “Did YN and I disturb you? I hope we weren’t being too loud. You know how YN gets when she’s really turned on.”

“Shut up,” Seonghwa laughed, his reaction making you join in.

You heard his heavy footsteps, and came face-to-face with one of the most handsome men you knew. Seonghwa stood in a black and white striped shirt tucked into black jeans. A simple look that suited him so well. He gave you a once over before smiling.

“Hello beautiful,” he said, giving you a chaste kiss. “I haven’t seen you today. Hongjoong’s kept you hostage in here, huh?”

“He has,” you pouted, kneeling up and letting the sheets slide off you to reveal your naked body, “Please, Hwa, save me from him.”

His dark eyes swept over you once, then he smirked, “Oh, I’ll save you.”

Wrapping his arms around you, you both fell onto the bed and kissed. You could smell his faint cologne, and the body wash he’d used filling all of your senses. Naturally, your body wrapped around his and his kiss deepened. The feeling of his rough jeans against your bare sex tickled something inside you, but your body felt too worn out to react enough. Seonghwa, knowing your body better than most, picked up on this immediately and stopped. That. You didn’t want to lose that. How can you be expected to live without a partner like him now?

“Where are you going all dressed up?” you asked, breaking away from him.

“The maknaes want to go out for dinner,” he looked between you and Hongjoong, who threw on his shirt as Seonghwa spoke, “So I came to ask if you two wanted to come.”

You looked at Hongjoong, who said, “Sure. We’ll go. Where are we going?”

“They want sushi, so it’ll probably be a sushi place.”

“Ooh, sushi!” you cheered. You pecked Seonghwa’s lips and freed yourself from his embrace. “I need to shower, if we’re going to go.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong said, kissing you next, “You go on ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You walked into the bathroom, spacious and tiled in black and white, and turned on the shower. Voices from outside caught your attention, muffled by the door and the running water, but it comforted you all the same. Another thing you cannot live without now. You knew it’d end someday, because that’s simply how life has always been for you, but you intended to enjoy it for as long as possible.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 months

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Daryl Dixon x Perv!Reader | SMUT 🔞

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

This was supposed to be a quick filth scene. If got out of hand. There's feelings now.

Ever since that group came to Alexandria you had it bad for the loner huntsman.

His rugged looks and leather clad toned frame, those strong arms and thick fingers had you waking up in cold sweats with soaked undies night after night.

Scheming in your first week to become friendly with his best friend was easy, but you wanted more.

Dreaming about his strong arms holding you down as he used you like a personal fucktoy, splitting you on his deliciously big cock was only the tip of the iceberg. You'd get hurt on runs just so you could have him wrap that red cloth around your cuts, and having him teach you how to shoot his crossbow just to get a whiff of his scent all around you had you soaking your panties and gave you fuel to get off of during the nights. You'd be willing to go as far as stealing his underwear and rub it between your folds until you came all over them, but he never wore any.

It wasn't difficult to become a part of the hunter's daily life as you faked some discomfort about your living situation and have Carol immediately offer you to move in with her.

You were so close to the archer now you were in heaven, you could peep at his tattoos and scars that adorned his gorgeous body when he showered every once in a while, stare at his pretty face and imagine what his beard felt like between your legs as he napped on the couch and later fuck yourself to sleep thinking about all the almost touches and 'accidental' brushes of the day.

With Carol gone for a few days she had asked you to do laundry. Picking up the basket with your washes you went downstairs, passing Daryl on his way out and wishing him a good hunt.

The way he wished you a good day seemed. Happy? How was the forever grumbly hunter in a good mood?

You questioned it as you stared at the way his jeans perfectly hugged his strong legs and cute butt on his way out. Too bad you were carrying that laundry basket, otherwise you'd have subtly brushed past it with your hand.

The front door closed as you stepped into his room all the way down the stairs, finally getting to see it properly without having to pass through quickly with some kind of excuse just to get to be there for a moment.

Staring around you felt overwhelmed by all of the things of his you could touch, feel and smell, the basket long ago dropped in the middle of the room.

You had never seen a more inviting pile of thrown together fabric and made sure to stuff your face into the stack you picked up and take a deep breath in it before dropping it into the basket.

The smell went straight through you, making your wall clench around nothing. In that moment you thought of the best way to spend your time in here, turning towards his bed, a mess of blankets and pillows and straddling it with one leg, rubbing yourself over the edge of the cushions. Bending down you grabbed a handful of the blankets and pulling it over your face, breathing in his scent and moaning loudly, grabbing at anything you could and stuffing a pillow against your core and humping it without any ounce of shame. You were rolled over, legs spread and his musk all around you, helping you get off. Your arm outstretched had reached out in bliss as your fingers touched something wet. It caught your attention and after inspecting it you realized you had just stumbled onto a goldmine.

The small old towel felt crusty at the touch, but the clearly fresh, milky white stain in the middle had you drooling like a dog.

You brought it up to your face and took a deep whiff of the cum stained towel, rutting your hips back into the pillow still between your legs.

One of your hands had made its way into your panties to rub at yourself as the other held the towel over the lower part of your face. It was so wet, who knew Daryl's loads were so huge?

Your tongue darted out to lick at the wet spot, your eyes rolling back at the delicious taste.

The fingers currently working at the spongy spot inside you had you seeing stars, using the now free hand to yank your pants and underwear off one leg, leaving it to dangle around the other only to hastily stuff the towel between your legs, taking the milky stained middle and rubbing it between your folds, grinding your hips against your fabric covered fingers and rubbing your clit with the others. In your mind the archer stuffed his cum back into your soaked cunt after spilling his massive load down your walls.

Your hands worked to stuff the fabric as far inside of you as possible as you crept closer and closer to the edge again, rubbing a crusty corner at your sensitive nub and clenching around the towel as you came and slumped back into the blankets.

You gave yourself a moment to catch your breath and get your legs to function again before putting your pants back on, throwing the onto the pile and moving on with the task like nothing happened.

And that's what the others believed too, for about a few weeks.

Panic set in upon putting one and one together.

One, you felt sick.

The other one? You hadn't bled in a while.

And then you puked your guts out before even having breakfast and cried yourself back to sleep.

Being in bed this late in the day was weird for you. Carol caught on quickly, especially when you didn't stare at her best friend when he wasn't looking or brushed past him when grabbing something from the fridge.

And then she found you puking out your guts before even having breakfast. Twice, three and then four times in the span of a week. Damn her morning routine..

"Sweetheart.." she walked in and locked the door behind her. "Who's is it?" Her voice was far from her usual motherly tone as she had you cornered with no chance of escape.

You flushed in the hopes the sound could give you a second to come up with an answer, but instead you watched the last bits of your mind go down the swirls along with the contents of your stomach.

Tears spilled and you dropped entirely to the floor, ugly sobbing into the bath mat. Breaths uneven as your body shook with each rugged intake or breath. Snotnosed and drooling around your cries you couldn't even get a word out.

Carol just stood, waiting for you to catch your breath. "Breathe, dear. In and out." She sat down with you when you didn't seem to get better.

You sat with your back against the tub's edge, still not making any sounds beside sniffles and hiccups. "We're not leaving until you talk. Get it over with and spill."

You looked anywhere but at her, but had to answer. So you mumbled the truth. All the way from the first lies of your house situation to the current secrets that included your disgusting actions and housemate's baby.

Carol didn't know if she should feel sorry for you or be angry with you. Clearly you were already suffering the consequences of your actions, but she surely wasn't telling you it was alright.

"You're telling him. Today. He's home so you're not waiting."

So there you all sat at the dinner table. Carol had brought a pitcher of water and cups because she knew there'd be crying involved. Again.

"Why're ya got us 'ere exactly?" Carol sat across from you, with Daryl beside her.

He was bouncing his leg under the table, not liking Carol.dragging him out of the garage for a "Household meeting" as she called it. And your still red, puffy eyes and anxious jitters weren't helping either.

"Our loving housemate has something to say, which concerns you too." They both stared at you and you could feel the tears coming again, ready to fall back into panic mode when Daryl spoke.

"C'mon I aint' got all da--"

"Imasturbatedwithyourcumragandnowimpregnant."

You peeked through your lashes to see his reaction, begging he understood and you wouldn't have to repeat the words that left the worst aftertaste ever.

"Ya did WHAT?!" The table shook as he got up, the chair behind him clattering to the ground. You hid behind your arms, not daring to look in the silence that followed. You only heard his boots on the hardwood floor and deep breaths before a deafening slam of his palms on the table that scared you deep down. "Yer out of yer fuckin' mind or somethin'?" He barked at your forearms that hid your head in shame. "First ya won't tell me ya like me but stare at me showerin' an' now yer tellin' me ya knocked yerself up cuz' ya fucked yerself with my belongings?!" His growling voice was only inches away from your ear, a deafening roar tearing through the anxious buzzing of your mind. Carol sat and watched Daryl snap at you. Did you deserve it? Probably. Was he wrong? Not at all. He needed to be angry with you and you needed to hear it.

Carol thought you crossed a line when you confessed and has to tell Daryl yourself, no matter how he'd respond.

"So what's the plan now huh?" Daryl's voice was further away now, no longer howling in anger either. "Yer jus' gonna have ma kid 'n raise it like nothin' ever happened? Ya think tha's how tha' works?" His rumbling voice had you shaking in your seat. "Ya gonna talk or what?" He snapped.

"I DON'T KNOW!" You shot up and screamed, not realizing he had gotten so close again and now had his face an inch away from yours. "I don't know.." Every single emotion you felt was visible in your eyes, the panic now stood at the forefront.

Daryl turned away with a huff. Out of words and out of energy. "I catch ya downstairs yer out of the house." were his last words before stomping down the stairs and slamming the door behind him.

Carol got up and rounded the table to pull your chair backward. "That's enough torture for today." She took you by the shoulders and lead you back up the stairs. "Time for a shower and I'll make some food."

Daryl had been sleeping like shit ever since that talk. It had been a week of being haunted by phantom touches and stares that were driving him up the wall.

Dog's tail wagging against his leg as he walked past had him jumping and cursing and then as always apologize to his companion. He kept his furred best friend close as he slept to keep the fucked up dreams away. The images of you with a child in your arms. A child Dog became so attached to he stopped listening and snapped when Daryl got to close. Dreams of you, peeping through the barely open door, your fingers having a hard time reaching around your huge belly but still manage to rub at yourself, moaning. Moans would turn into whines as you bled, dropping to your knees with hellish screams that jolted him awake.

During the day you still never dared to look at him. Still, your presence burned a hole in his skull.

He passed your room, hearing you and Carol talk as he walked to the bathroom for a quick shower. He never stopped keeping the door ajar to let the moisture out, as Carol requested. But today he found himself constantly looking past the curtain, seeing if he'd spot your peeping form like he had so often seen in the mirror without your knowledge. He planned to talk to you about it all, politely ask you to stop and find a less weird way to express your infatuation but then this all happened and he never got the chance.

He did see Carol leave your room and glance at the laundry pile, only to catch Daryl's stare and giving him a fond smile and a wave before walking away.

He spent months ignoring the strange eyes blotting the edges of his vision, the shapes in doorframes and windows. And he especially drowned out those cries that tore his apart from inside.

You slept a lot to preserve energy, and more often than not had Dog laying down at your feet. He felt wrong for staring. He did it more these days. Whenever you slept on the couch while Carol made you dinner he'd stand at the counter to chat with his friend while his gaze kept drifting to you.

On a particularly bad day, when you could not stop crying over anything and everything he snapped. With each cry echoing through the walls the figures at the edge of his vision got sharper, the eyes clearer and poking like hot irons into his skull. He cut short his cleaning session and had to calm himself before slowly entering your bedroom.

He stared again. Your shivering, sobbing figure laid on the bed, a layer of sweat covering your body that was underdressed for the cold weather.

"Hey," his voice had probably never sounded so soft. "Y'alrigh'? Need me ta get the doc?" He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and only then did you register his presence. It spooked you and you jerked away, looking at him with that same fear you had back when you confessed. The anxiety easily took away your ability to speak as it did every time, but now he'd sit and wait. He had nowhere else to be and somewhere in his heart, your pain hurt him. And it hurt him deep. Deep enough to talk while you regained the ability to.

"Ya got a weird way of sayin' ya like me." Like? Love? Are obsessed with? "But I guess there's somethin' sweet to it, in yer own crazy way." He sighed and moved forward ever so carefully, reaching out his hand to lay it flat on your belly when you didn't give a sign of protest. "An' I bet ya never meant fer this one ta happen without me bein' part of the fun, huh?"

Fun.

You looked up at him with big, sad eyes and nodded, quietly apologizing properly for the first time since he found out and screamed at you.

"Yer not a bad person." He didn't know where his words went, he heard them in passing, in comforting conversations and hoped they'd ease your head that he imagined felt the same like his. Loud and weird.

His hand still rested on your stomach, he had truly forgotten about it until your hand came to rest on his.

"Ya really wanna have this kid, huh?" You could only nod in agreement.

Your little adventure had given both you and Daryl nightmares these last months, but there was no way in hell you were giving up this baby.

"Can ya tryna tell me why ya were cryin' jus now?" Your hand clamped tighter around Daryl's pulling it further onto her belly and hold it there. "Nightmares."

A curious hum left the man as he pressed for details. Not that he wanted you force you into anything, but he needed to know he wasn't the only one being haunted.

"You get mad.. hurt me. And worse.." you mumble the last bit into your pillow, but it was clear enough to be understood.

"Baby's been kicking lately." You rub Daryl's hand in yours over your taut skin. "Wakes me up in pain, seeing you knife and arrows stabbing me."

"Ya see 'em when yer awake?" So he wasn't the only one being weird in the head for sue now. You nodded in confirmation. "Disappears after a bit when I fully wake up, but yeah." You felt calmer now that he was there and talking to you. He shared his own nightmares with you and the weird stuff in the corners of his vision too when in the middle of his sentence he stopped and you genuinely laughed at the look on his face.

"That was a kick, nothing to worry about." The giggle that left your lips had Daryl's heart melt.

Fuck.

He never had people be interested in him like this. Sure he had people care for him but this was something closer to what Carol had with Ezekiel. Or Jerry and Nabila. He really needed to visit them and talk about this whole situation. Learn how to deal with a soon to be mom and maybe get some baby items.

But he'd get to that some time next week.

"Hey, Daryl?" He looked up from your still intertwined fingers to look you in the eye. "I'm sorry for never talking to you. Maybe if I did we could eventually have had this happen in a normal way." He knew the apology was genuine. He knew you loved him in a way he didn't know how to react to and now he was thinking of how things could have gone differently like you said.

"M'gonna be stickin' around fer the kid, dontcha worry tha crazy lil' head o'yers 'bout tha'." His fingers splayed out a bit further, really showing the contrast between the rough, cut up skin of his hands and your soft stomach. "Ya need some sleep. An' I need ta get at least some work done today."

Even with his hand having left your body some time ago you still felt the phantom touch long after he had left the room.

Downstairs Daryl managed to shock Carol with only a few words. He stated he was gonna visit Kingdom, and "Make sure she eats enough."

"I'm sorry, what?" Carol had stopped dead in her tracks and whipped her entire body in her best friend's direction. "You. Are telling me to make sure she eats." The utensils in her hands long forgotten at the counter. "What's going on here? Why are you heading out and WHY are you suddenly talking about her after over half a year?"

Okay maybe those were too many questions for him in one go, she really needed to learn how to calmly do these things.

"Goin' ta see Jerry 'n his wife. Maybe pick up baby stuff we aint got here. She's havin' ma kid 'n aint doin' okay on 'er own."

Carol blinked in surprise, not sure how to respond to that. So, they were friendly now? No. No more questions until he came back. Daryl probably had enough going on if he decided on this spontaneous trip.

But she did what he asked. She cooked your favorite easy to keep down meal and went to wake you at dinnertime.

"So, Daryl requested I make sure you eat." She gave you a smug look as she took another bite. "Wanna tell me about that?" You shied away just a little, hoping if you stuffed enough food into your mouth she'd drop it, but of course she didn't. She cared for you, but also wanted you to keep her updated in return and you shouldn't deny her of that.

"Daryl came into the room, thought I was sick and needed a doctor. We talked." You didn't feel like going into detail now, knowing the two of you would end up chatting while cleaning up and later on the couch anyways.

"Thanks for cooking for me, even though Daryl asked you to."

You both cleaned up together and ended up talking more over the course of Daryl's leave, making sure Carol was all caught up on your side of it all at least and really started to get everything set up for the baby now that were more comfortable around it all. And Daryl's help was a blessing, making sure everything was ready and you were comfortable.

You still never shared a room, preferring to not force something and only cause that bad friction to build up again.

Over the last months Daryl hadn't stopped seeing things entirely yet, but the figures now didn't spike his anxiety. They had him hopefully turn to the nearest door and slump when you weren't there.

Until one night those figured did turn into you peeking past his open door, clinging to the edge of it. "Daryl.."

He saw your worried expression but still blinked a couple of times to make sure you were really there before sitting up. "Hey, ya good?"

You held back a pained whimper when your eyes locked with his. "Baby.."

He noticed your hand gripping at your stomach and jumped up. "What, like, right now?" He was at your side in a second when you nodded, wincing in pain.

"Aight, c'mon. To the infirmary witcha." He had you up in his arms, careful and making sure you were good as he whistled for dog, who was at his side in a second. "Doctor. Go!" He commanded his companion as he sprinted up the stairs. Daryl followed suit and just as he rounded the corner you could see the opened door, the cord on the handle swaying letting you know Dog was out the door by himself.

Out on the street you could hear his barks, slowly seeing him come into view at the infirmary door where the barks were answered with a knowing look and a run back inside with the door left open.

Inside there was all kinds of rummaging and a "Ah, there you are! Your friend here came to wake me up."

Through the pains you felt your heart warm, knowing Daryl had even trained Dog to go fetch medical help for you.

He helped you onto the bed and stayed at your side throughout the whole process, no matter how much you cried and cursed at him. He'd never even made a comment about not even being involved in any of it, that was talk for later.

He held your hand and guessed every right word you might need to hear all the way up to when his words were interrupted with the cry of a child.

Your child.

..his child.

Youse child?

He told himself no for now. Again talk for later.

It was getting close to the next evening when you were allowed to go home with your son. Daryl insisted to carry you home again, not wanting you to walk after experiencing up close what you had to go through.

It was a view that evening. Daryl convinced you to be carried home, having the baby in a carrier hooked on his arm and carrying you bridal style with Dog at his side holding a bag of supplies in his mouth as he trotted up front and opened the door for his humans.

The first moment you weren't sleeping Daryl had to talk to you. "What'r we tellin' folk?" His eyes were on the boy in your arms, and back up to you when you smiled at the question.

"You still got that moonshine stash?"

What? "How didya- nah, don' answer tha. But yeah I do, why?" He didn't need to hear about your old actions anymore.

"You're lucky I thought of a little lie. Say we got drunk. We talked about heavy shit, things lead to this." You wiggled your arms, putting emphasis on your son. "We're only now past the embarrassment of it all?"

You were right about that last part. You'd never be embarrassed about having Daryl's child. And Daryl was okay with the lie. It could work, no one knew enough about him to debunk that theory.

"Yeah. S'good with me. Now wha's the lil' one's name gon' be?"

You had tried to come up with names for a while. Both boy and girl names but none stuck. The only one that came back was Alex, since it worked for both. So that's the one you spoke out loud.

"Lil' Alex. Sounds good."

He spent a lot of time at home, deciding to move into Carol's room whenever she wasn't around, which was more and more often before she permanently moved not long after Alex was born.

Daryl slept with his door open so he could hear when he cried, so he could be there and you could rest.

Daryl wasn't one for intimacy and relationships, but he warmed up his new family way faster than you ever expected.

"Hey, you up?" His voice roused you from your almost sleep and you beckoned him over, scooting to make space for him to sit.

"I.. would ya mind.. Can I crash here tonight?"

With a hard to hide smile you scooted over further, moving the blanket aside and giving him time to settle in at his own pace.

That night it took both of you a while to fall asleep, but he stuck around.

Not just for the kid, but for you too.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: wow, a human Daryl fic from Rabbitt? In this day and age? Damn.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead #twd smut #twd imagine #twd x reader

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komitomi · 1 year

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Could I request Sae having bath sex with his s/o?

Man's just had a long day. Of course, his darling wife is worried and just wants to spoil him.

She cooks him a filling dinner and runs him a warm bath complete with bath bombs and flower petals.

But, just as they're relaxing. S/O feels Sae's hands grope her on all sides. Teasing and rubbing every part of her body until she feels tingly. All of a sudden, Sae pushes her against the tub (gently) and starts eating her out.

Oh, but he's not done. As she feels her legs quake, Sae inserts his cock into her pussy and starts moving at animalistic thrusts.

MHMMM YESSS <3 THIS IS SO GOOD ANON.

Itoshi sae x afab!f!reader

MDNI, NSFW CONTENT: p in v, bathtub sex, oral (f.receiving), sae pull out game strong, teasing, use of good girl (once), this is kind of short :( + not proofread, also my first time writing bathsex !

this also took WEEK to write, not cause it is long or anything but just cause I got so busy irl 😭, sorry for the wait anon! <3

WC: ??

You were in the kitchen preparing for dinner, cutting vegetables when you heard the front door open and close followed with a sound of baggage being dropped and a long sigh, it was sae, and from the sound of it, he seemed extremely tired.

He enters the living room and immediately crashes into the couch, groaning in pleasure when his back hits the soft cushioning as he dozes off, you were going to ask how his day was but you see his tired form and conclude that it was probably very rough.

Wasting no time, you immediately sped your pace and added the vegetables into the soup, while that was cooking, you chopped up some cucumbers into pieces and added seasoning, And set up the empty dishes on the table.

You added the cucumbers into the small bowl, you heard the ding of the rice cooker indicating that it was finished cooking, you took a frying pan and added oil and let it heat up before adding the meat to the pan, the sizzling noise was so satisfying.

Sae woke up from his light nap when the aroma of food filled his nose, he took a big whiff taking in the amazing smell, he made his way tiredly to the kitchen and saw you placing down the dishes, you looked up at him and smiled.

“I was going to wake you up just now.” you said and he returned you a small smile before he made his way to the table and looked at the dishes you made before he gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat down.

“Thank you for the food, love.” he says and signals you to sit and eat with him, which you follow.

You both have a very long conversation about how his day went, he told you he had a long day and it was exhausting and apologized for not greeting you when he came home, which he usually does, but you told him it was nothing to worry about, it was small moments like this which makes his heart fill with content, just eating a fulfilling meal with his wife and talking while doing so.

You cleaned up the table, picking the used dishes and placing them in the sink, sae was on his phone while you were preparing a bath, lighting up scented candles, adding a bathbomb into it before finishing it up with rose petals.

You called sae over and he put his phone down before he followed where your voice was coming from, he was slightly shocked at your act of kindness but you just gave him a smile.

“Wanna hop in with me?” you say with a smirk which makes him nod eagerly, you chuckle before saying “Well, let's wash up first then.”

You undo your clothes and he does the same, taking in the sight of your body, you unhook the detachable shower head before spraying water all over your body along with his, you decide to tease him by spraying it right into his face which he fights back by grabbing the shower head and turning it towards your face.

You gasp and he giggles slightly at your reaction, he loves doing fun childish stuff with you, just enjoying yourselves without a care of the world, being lost in the moment of your playfulness.

Finally, you were done washing up, sae hopped in the bathtub and settled down in a comfortable position, he throws his head back in pleasure as he relaxes in the water, it eased his muscle ache and was so therapeutic, you followed along him and settled in between his legs, you rested your back against his chest.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, relaxing and enjoying the moment until you felt sae's hands travel the outline of your waist before stopping at your breasts, you watched as he gave them a light squeeze making you gasp.

One of his hands trailed down while the other remained on your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipples, the other hand slowly made its way towards your thigh before settling on your inner thigh, he rubbed slow circles, teasing you as you watched his hand so close yet so far from your cunt.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as sae left a trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulder while his both hands toyed with your body parts, making you feel tingly and whiny.

His hand suddenly presses against your clit which makes you gasp as he rubs circles onto it, you're disappointed when he retreats his hand back but surprised when you feel yourself being pushed against the bathtub, with sae now in front of you.

You look up at him in anticipation, he kisses you on the mouth before leaving kisses down your neck and grinding himself against you, he pulls back and grips your thighs and lifts your hips up just enough for your pussy to be slightly out of water.

He leans back before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them apart and kisses your core which makes you tense, he gives your pussy one long lick making you gasp and throw your head back against the bathtub.

His tongue swirls against your clit, nipping on it time to time, your hands fly to grip his hair and grind yourself against him, he then inserts one of his fingers into your hole, “f-fuck! Sae!” you moan out.

“Hm? Do you not like this?” he asks teasingly as he continues to eat you out, while he pumps his finger in and out of you, “I- I like it- b-but fuck! 'ts too much!” you say between your moans as you feel your high approaching, you hear him chuckle against you as he curls his fingers inside your, hitting at gspot.

You arch your back as you feel the overwhelming rush of pleasure coarse through your body, coming undone on his fingers as he brings his face to lick you clean.

He pulls away and watches your chest heave up and down, your eyelids slightly open as you breathe heavily, trying to register your high, he let goes of your thigh and pushes your hips back in the water before lining his cock against your entrance.

He slowly slides it in, throwing his head back as he grips the top edges of the bathtub where your head was resting, with a low groan. You too mimic his movements. He doesn't give you time to adjust and moves at a rapid pace, you grip on his arms tightly and look up at him, he leans down you catch your lips in his as he continues his thrusts.

“o-oh God! You feel so fucking good.” he utters as he pulls away from your lips, “So good for me.. Taking in my cock like a good girl!” he praises you, making you blush, “Thanks for everything earlier babe.” he leans again to kiss you, appreciating you.

His rhythmic thrusts slowly become more sloppy and you know he's near his limit, so you help him by grinding against him which makes him let out a guttural moan.

You were also near your orgasm as you feel him hitting all the right spots making you whine against him which makes him even more feral than he already was, with a few more harsh thrusts against your cunt, you finally cum, alongside with him.

He quickly pulls out and pumps his cock with his hand to aid him through finish, his white cum spurts out into the water as few drops of it land on your waist.

The sight was immediately making him hard once again, but he knew more than to push his limits or yours.

He quickly repositions both of you guys into the original position with your back pressed against his chest and his face rests in your neck, staying in each other's embrace for a while.

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 5 months

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Hi! It's me again :) btw can I be your -💀anon?

You don't have to put a tag or anything but it's just so when I send asks you know it's me (^-^)/

Btw loved the headcanons you made

Could you please do some but this time it's a bit silly like I have this plot in mind :

Skele walks on s/o cutting their hair but with kitchen scissors and then like making it better with a derma shaver (I saw a video on tiktok of someone doing that and it just was funny to me lol)

What would the skele do and think? It'd be funny if some if them are a bit confused since they don't have hair

Again no worries if you don't take the ask ! Have a good day/night and be safe :)

of course you can be 💀 <3

(imma just do the skelebros from the last req bc i love them)

(also the amount of times ive wanted to do the exact same thing)

UnderTale, UnderFell, and UnderSwap skelebros walk in on their s/o cutting their hair

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

-you look at him through the mirror while you continue cutting your hair.

-"oh, nothing! just wanted a little bit of a change. by the way, could you make sure im getting it even in the back?"

-he does.

-other than that, he just... watches.

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

-when you finish, you do a little twirl to show your haircut

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

-as long as you're happy, he's okay.

Papyrus:

-"human! what is it you are-" his jaw dropped.

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

-that was his biggest concern. was having to wash the scissors. he uses those to cook! he needs them clean!!

-he gives you the silent treatment after

-for about 20 minutes. what can he say? he missed you!

UnderFell:

Red:

-he was just walking by the bathroom and looked caught a glance of you, scissors in hand, hair in clumps on the floor.

-he thinks it's a fighting thing. to keep monsters from being able to pull it.

-kind of surprised when you said that no, you just thought it'd be fun.

-he's weirded out, kind of. he thought you liked your hair?

-but oh well. as long as he doesn't have to be the one cleaning up the bathroom.

Edge:

-he definitely has the strongest reaction of all of the skelebros.

-he LOVES your hair.

-when you said you just felt like cutting it, he STORMED out of the house.

-he went through extreme grief.

-he didn't tall to you much for the next week or so.

-least supportive, most dramatic. that's for sure.

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

-wonders if you'll dye it, too? blue! it'a his favorite color, to go with his favorite human.

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

-"hey, y/n, have you seen- oh!"

-it's certainly a surprise, but a welcome one, indeed.

-hangs around in there, just watching what you're doing.

-how are you so good? have you done this before?

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

also idk if you meant just trimming? like i started writing these thinking 'oh! anon meant like long hair and going short! great!' because that's where it is from my (long haired) perspective. if that isn't what you meant i'd be happy to rewrite them x

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xfiddlin-fishsticsx · 9 days

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Everywhere, Everything

DPxDC

Danny looked up at the door in front of him with dread and nearly considered turning back when an image flashed through his head to remind him why he was here.

He was staring down the barrel of a bulky silver gun at a faceless woman with short red hair. Her finger moved and Danny squeezed his eyes shut to avoid seeing it play out again.

After calming himself down he returned his thoughts to the door, shaky and completely ready to run at the first signs of plotting, he rings the doorbell.

After a few moments he can hear clamoring and footsteps before they stop right in front of the door, several locks click and Vlad finally opened the door to an exhausted, tense, somewhat crying Danny Fenton.

Vlad only let his surprise show for a moment before it turned to honest concern as he ushered him inside, he sat Danny down in a cozy sitting room and disappeared into what could only be the kitchen.

Vlad returned a moment later with two steaming mugs, he set one in front of Danny before standing above him and staring down.

Danny hesitantly looks up at Vlad, screwing his face up to portray his confusion. Vlad gave him that squinty, sort of pouty concern again before signing and kneeling down to look Danny in the eye.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Danny shook his head, “Not hurt. Just tired” and lost.

Vlad studied him, obviously looking for a lie, before huffing slightly and standing up again upon finding no tells that it wasn’t the truth, he moved and sat carefully next to Danny, gently setting his own mug down beside the boy’s and turning to look at him.

Danny looked back. Vlad sighed, “I’m not going to hurt you, little badger, I promise you’ll be safe here”

He spoke softly and though Danny should know better he couldn’t help but trust it. He felt his exhaustion catching up, and all of his anxiety and … slowing down and suddenly he was just tired. And sad.

He felt his chest heave and tears start slipping down his face as Vlad reached out to him.

Hesitantly the man put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer when Danny leaned into it. Danny sobbed against him for a while until he wore himself out and Vlad guided him to a room. He promptly passed out on the bed, tears drying slowly. He slept all night for the first time in who knows how long.

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Danny woke up sore and still tired, he slowly came back to awareness and barely avoided panic as everything registered.

He slowly dragged himself out of the bed and to the bathroom to wash his face. Once he felt more awake and clean he slipped out of the room and down the hall to the stairs.

He found the kitchen and consequently Vlad in the kitchen, he only hoped the man was better at cooking than his— the Fentons as he watched him stir something on the stove.

As Danny inched further into the room Vlad caught onto his presence and slowly turned to face him with a soft smile.

Danny looked up at him owlishly as Vlad used his head to gesture Danny to the seats at the counter before returning to the pan.

Danny slunk to the counter and sat down, fiddling with his sleeves and zoning out on the nice countertops.

Soon Vlad was playing food and setting it down in front of him, slowly sliding it into his field of vision. Danny’s eyes refocused to a plate of warm food, a fried egg, hashbrowns and toast.

He slowly sat up and reached for the utensils placed with it as Vlad took a seat next to him with a similar plate and a mug of coffee.

They ate in silence and Vlad directed him to the game/tv room before he left for work.

It was nice, peaceful. Vlad told him not to worry about ghosts for a bit. It stressed Danny out to no end but he was still happy to take the break.

At some point he had made his way back to his room for a nap. It was warm and quiet and he was so so tired.

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One month later

It had been a month since Danny had run to Vlad and Danny has been 18 for two weeks now which meant his parents couldn’t touch him.

Vlad had taken him (and the cops) to go get what he wanted from the Fenton house, luckily they hadn’t been home. They had been trying to reach him though, claiming they missed their son, they missed him alright, or Danny wouldn’t be nearly as whole as he is.

So now he had his things. And his life. And a guaranteed room in Vlad’s mansion and his castle in Wisconsin.

Vlad had pulled him out of school for his last semester so he could try and catch up online a little bit before graduation. Which meant he didn’t really see Sam and Tuck anymore but they met up when they could and called.

Danny and Vlad had been in Wisconsin for a few weeks now, they were both in need of a break so they left Amity, Red had it covered and Danny had been somewhat succeeding in moderating the ghosts so only smaller animals and less destructive beings slipped through without permission.

Danny took a deep breath as he finished up the last of his school work for the week, now that he has time and could work at his own pace he was excelling.

He was on track to graduate early (though he wouldn’t) and he had started taking some preliminary college courses in his free time as well, which he had a lot of.

Danny was thriving.

Vlad knocked on his door.

“Hey, we’re going to a thing this weekend, we both need to get out of the house— err castle.”

Danny snickered, he did feel cooped up though, “what’s the thing? And where?”

“We’re going whether—“ He began “no I know, just curious.”

“Ah, ok, it’s a business party of sorts, for networking and all such efforts, it will be in Chicago I think, or was it Gotham…?”

“Uhh that’s a pretty big difference in location, and an important distinction, I’m down to hit up the crown city of crime but I’d like to be prepared first thank you.” Danny chuckled

Vlad hummed before he came to his final decision, “I think it must be Chicago, I would have remembered for sure if it was Gotham, I shall check nonetheless but I’m nearly 90% certain it’s Chicago. I’ll be right back,” was the last thing Vlad declared as he turned back out of Danny’s room and left to find a device with whatever email or such he had received about it.

Danny laughed to himself at the man’s antics before he got back, he considered the idea of the event more, a rich people ‘networking’ party. Mannn that sounds like a blast he thought sarcastically.

Was he gonna have to wear a suit??

Before he could think anymore Vlad reappeared with his phone and a tablet open looking through it.

“Ah here we go,” he muttered to himself before looking back at Danny, “it’s Chicago, it’s more of a rich people event than business, and it sounds like some younger people have been invited, so maybe some kids around your age…” he trailed off as he scrolled through more, Danny just gave him a look,

“I’m not technically a kid anymore.”

“Hush…it’s formal attire, we’ll have to get you a suit, I’ll take you to my tailor and pick you something nice…there will be food and refreshments but no full meal, good that means we won’t be forced to sit at a table and eat with a bunch of people…”

He trailed off again as he kept looking through it. He hummed softly as he took in information and Danny grabbed his phone as he felt it buzz

Sammy Wammy ;3

Sam

Hey can you call rn?

Danny

Give me a minute

Vlad and I are discussing stuff

Sam

Ok cool text me when ur good!

Danny

Will Do! <33

He quickly texted Sam back as Vlad started talking again

“I just got a flight set up, the gala is on Saturday evening but our flight is Friday morning, we’ll get there and have some extra time to recover before hand… the hotel is provided with the invite so it’s easy and close, I already put in for our room so all we have to do is check in on Friday when we get there…”

He hummed as he looked over what Danny assumed to be either a checklist or just notes, “you should start packing either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll call my tailor and we can go in tomorrow so start thinking about what you want, I’ll help you with that in a moment, I have some thoughts on color and style to suggest but ultimately Jacie will help tomorrow as well…we’ll get shoes and accessories then as well so for now…”

He looked through the list again, a slight furrow in his eyebrows as he went through what they needed to do in the next two days before the trip

“Hum, I think those are the biggest points, I’m not too concerned about your manners or anything, just be you and the rich people can suck it if they’re miffed,” Danny sputtered, “you know you’re a rich person too right? You fit right in with all those gala folks…”

Vlad turned a look on him, “that doesn’t mean I have to like them, or like myself for that matter, I despise these events becuase of the image I am forced to portray, you, my young, vulnerable Danny, have no image to your name yet, that means you have complete freedom this weekend, I’d prefer you be respectful and not drag my name but if you do something foolish I will not hesitate to verbally disown you in the face of the situation.”

Danny laughed again, it felt good, had he not been laughing before? “Honestly that’s fair, I won’t do anything stupid though, I’d rather not have a bunch of pissed off rich people on my ass.”

Vlad nodded approvingly before double checking the list, “ah do you have your work done for the week yet?”

“Yep, just finished up before you came in”

“Even your prep work for the college classes?”

“Yep!”

Vlad studied him for a moment, before smiling and nodding, “good, keep that up and you’ll get somewhere with it, I want better for you Danny, you deserve to get further than I ever did, and further away from those bast—“

His eyes glowed a bit as he cut himself off with a snarl, Danny gave him a sad look, he appreciated the anger, honestly, it was nice having someone aside from Sam or Tuck getting angry on his behalf, it was even better having Vlad do it and still stay in control so easily, Danny had stopped getting angry after meeting Dan, the fear of what he might become worse than any rage he felt.

Even though he knew deep down it couldn’t happen again already, he was here with Vlad and he had yet to feel bad enough to ask for half of him to be removed (like a coward) besides, Danny’s Vlad would never agree to such a thing, in fact Danny had made him swear he wouldn’t ever let Danny do that, and he had promised, even though he was confused.

Vlad walked around his bed to pat his shoulder and Danny initiated a loose hug, he appreciated that too, Vlad let him initiate everything and he respected his boundaries so well too. It was nice having someone who acknowledged that he didn’t always want to talk or be touched.

Vlad had made a lot of progress towards redemption in the last couple of years, even more so in the last month, Danny was proud of him, and thankful for the dedication to be better for him

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Another snippet! This one I already have a couple more chapters written for and a very clear storyline set out, this will be a full fic! This is like half of the first chapter which is posted in full on my Ao3 (linked above!) the fic is linked below!

It’s a spirit Halloween fic in which Bruce and Danny become infamous business “rivals” when they’re actually making out in bathrooms and closets bts

Secret relationship and fake rivals, strangers to lovers to strangers back to lovers again. They meet before bruce leaves to train and again when he returns and Danny opens up shop…

#dp x dc #danny phantom fics #bruce wayne x danny fenton #rivals to lovers #fake rivals #secret relationship #Vlad redemption #spirit halloween #danny phantom #batman #batfam #tw: weapons #tw: abuse #just at the very very beginning #and it’s not intense at all #fluff #lots of fluff

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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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Spending time with Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem reader

AN: Hello and welcome new readers, this is slightly a part three to my Isekai series and as I publish this I am thinking about creating separate fics for each of the characters below. If you want to be on a tag list I’ll add you 🫶🏽🫵🏽

MINI SPOILERS BTW

Luffy was the main source of light for your adventure. You hung out with him mostly in the middle of the day when the sun was at its peak. Other times it’s at the end of the day just before Sanji calls you in for the last meal. Those are your favorites, words don’t need to be spoken when you and Luffy are sitting on the head of the Sunny. At least not the words either of you want to hear at the moment. So you both sit in silence enjoying the false sense of bliss.

Luffy sits next to you in all meals, since you’re the favorite, he wouldn’t dare steal food from you.. most of the time of course. The first mate will always be to the other side of you as well neither taking their gaze off of you as if you were nothing but prey.

When you’re all on islands only few are assigned to take care of you and watch you. Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Jimbei, the rest couldn’t be trusted to not fall for you in their naivety.

When you were able to go adventure with Luffy you had more of a chance to escape when he was distracted by surroundings. However that didn’t last long, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He would know exactly where you were hiding no matter what.

You got better at hiding behind a fake smile the more you hung out with Luffy. It was never a pretty sight with any of the crew when you angered them by mentioning your “ home”

Luffy would usually ignore you when you’d talk about home, he didn’t care about the past he just wanted to enjoy the present with all his friends. But those times you got under his skin he made your life a living hell.

Zoro wasn’t one to really welcome most with open arms especially with the way you ended up with the crew.

Zoro was one who put you in edge the most because even having one eye shut the man’s gaze makes one fully understand that if he wanted to he would end your life.

However that barley lasted a full week, after he found out you both had a love for drinking he made it a mission to get under your skin in the best ways he could. Always checking up on you, rescuing you when you’re in danger, wanting to play drinking games after dinner, and napping on the deck with him on warm days.

On new islands you would go pair off with Zoro, in order to fall into the shadows and disappear from the strawhat crew forever. However, Zoro was resilient, he always held your hand and never took that menacing eye away for more than a second.

You’ve tried to reason with him once when you both were drunk off your asses in the aquarium. “ I want to ask you something.. Zoro” with a heavy sigh he turned to face you from his spot on the floor. “ Why do you like to bother me when we are like this? You’re gonna ruin a good time”

His gaze was so intense making you gulp and turn away while his eye burned into your skull. It’s very unfortunate that this man is so attractive. “ I know it’s a lot to ask but-” “ Then don’t ask me I don’t have an answer to satisfy you y/n” you could tell when he was really inebriated, his hard exterior was down and he spoke to you with such a soft voice.

You and Nami spent most of your time together in her office. You liked to write and paint and she had tons of paper and ink.

Tanning on the Sunny was an essential it felt like you had a real girlfriend, you did your spa days together and talked about anything to come to mind. Sharing baths always made you blush since she would take the time to pamper you and scrub your scalp when it was wash day.

Nami had always been a great actor, that’s how she was able to survive those many years alone and ostracized from her family and friends. Bringing up home around her means waterworks.

It also means being punished by the whole crew because she told everyone you were thinking of an escape.

She loved taking you shopping, you were her little doll she wanted to dress up and take care of. She didn’t want to loose anyone else close to her which is exactly why she would go as far as getting you punished for a few days in order to make sure you can stay with her forever.

Ussop was the one you could relate to the most. You both were very similar in terms of being considered the weakest onboard and among other things.

Spending time with Ussop meant sometimes spending time with Chopper and Luffy playing games and pranks on crew members.

You learned about his garden and eventually started helping him take care of that. He spoke in depth about what he learned over the last two years and how his new seeds worked.

He turned you into a little inventor, bringing you under his wing and you were willing to learn anything and everything. You almost felt bad knowing the real reason you wanted to learn from him.

Sanji was enamored with you to the fullest extent. He is usually head over heels for anything that walks his way with boobs but you, you sparked something in him.

Spending time with Sanji meant you didn’t have to lift a finger because he waited on you hand and foot.

Sanji loved to have you perched on his side when he was cooking so you can taste everything and stroke his ego. He was such a charmer and you both got along so well since it was obvious you both had a soft spot for one another.

One islands like water seven you would pair off with him and go and explore the city and help him buy groceries. This is one of the main reasons out of all the Yandere Strawhats Sanji is the most obsessed. To him, those times were dates and godforbid something happened to you or you decided to leave him he would spiral.

When you used to talk about going home or one of the other crew members would tell him about things you been doing ( escape attempts ) he would get so angry his eyebrow going from left to right. This would cause Zoro and him to fight more often due to him wanting to take his anger out on anything.

Robin was the main one to keep you on your toes. Her eyes always let you know when to stop talking.

Spending time with Robin meant you were able to read a variety of books and inhaling knowledge just as she does. When you looked at books that resembles your situation she was always over your shoulder or had an eye pop up somewhere on your body.

“ Interesting book there y/n would you let me read it when your done?” Her smile never fully reached her eyes on most occasions which always left you drenched in a cold sweat because you knew.

You knew that escaping with someone like Robin on the crew was more than difficult, but you pushed that past you when you hung out. Sanji would bring tea and treats to the library and there would be soft music playing in the background.

Robin was serenity when you ignored the silent threats.

Spending time with the whole crew was usually meal times or when you had important business on an island.

Everyone bounced off each others conversations they truly stuck together like glue which is the main reason you’ve been with them so long.

No matter what the conversations always gravitated towards you. Each sharing their stories of time you spent together or future plans they had with you. Some of which you hadn’t even agreed to ( yet ).

It is hard to escape from a crew that you already ran away from once, they’d be damned if they let it happen twice.

#zoro x black reader #x black fem reader #platonic yandere #yandere strawhats #mugiwara crew #luffy x black reader #ussop x reader #one piece x reader #Nami x black fem reader #nico robin #Nico Robin x black fem reader #sanji x black reader #one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates

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dragonsbluee · 30 days

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It's Usopp day!! So here are some quick headcannons I've had bouncing around for a while:

Usopp is, hands down the best gift giver of the crew. One of his main love languages is acts of service, you know he's always ready for the crew's birthdays! If he can't find it, more often than not, he'll make it, so when his birthday rolls around, it's all hands on deck.

Contrary to popular belief, Usopp doesn't drink coffee that often. His anxiety plus caffeine isn't a great mix. He doesn't really have a preference between coffee or tea, he's more of a sweet drinks person.

At least twice a week, he and Robin spend some time caring for their plants together. He's working with Robin and Chopper to see if he can cross-breed pop greens with other plants.

Usopp journals pretty consistently. It's a habit he picked up from his mom when she was bedridden and trying to keep occupied and awake. He likes to write down his to-do list, ideas, and first sketches as they pop into his head. It's always somewhere on him or nearby, but no one is allowed to look through it.

(Its definetly not because he loves making little sketches of the crew as they go about their day)

Usopp's sketchbook is where he drafts out his blueprints and works on complex drawings. That's usually in his workshop, and he and Franky communicate on projects through little notes left on pages.

He and Nami are the most consistent writers of the log book. At first, Nami kept it up to date, but Usopp got involved to add more flare, and now it's their little ritual.

Usopp is a little touch starved, and especially after the whole water 7 debacle, starts seeking out comfort and physical affection from his crew mates. Evening cuddles with Luffy and Chopper quickly becomes a regular thing.

Brook and Usopp have a religiously scheduled time one day a week, dedicated to hair care. Neither usually care too much about the shower schedule, but Wash Day is sacred. They pull out all their products and shamelessly hog the bathroom. Sanji brings them snacks and drinks as needed. Sometimes, Chopper joins them when his fur needs a good clean. Brook and Usopp experiment with different styles on Ussop's hair if they have the time and energy. Both of them will never admit just how important it is to them, but they know.

It's not a grudge, per say, but Usopp definitely has some repressed anger towards Yasopp. He loves his dad, respects him, and looks up to him. He also socks him across the face before hugging him when they finally reunite.

It takes Usopp a few hours to wind down if he pushes his observation haki too far. His haki is strong, and it backfires a little, leading to a painful case of sensory overload. He has to lie down in the dark and built himself a wieghted blanket just for occasions like this.

Once, when he got a little too tipsy, and had spent a little too long staring at Kabuto upgrades, Usopp may have considered - very passionatly, out loud - how well Luffy's skin would work as a last ditch replacement for the rubber straps of his slingshot. It took them an hour to convince Luffy to come down from the rigging.

Usopp is not allowed to experiment with explosives on the Sunny unless he is manning the cannons. This is absolutely because of an incident when Ussop was on watch, sleep deprived, and experimenting with new ammunition. Luffy, Nami and Zoro have a pact to ensure Usopp and Buggy never interact with each other.

Speaking of sleep deprivation, when Usopp gets like that, he scares the crew and never even ends up remembering it. All of his intrusive and unhinged thoughts take over, and he loses any filter he has. He's tried to collect Chopper's fur to make a coat, made Jimbei sit still so he could colour match the exact shade of his skin, watered Zoro's head in the middle of his nap, started debating the worst ways to die and why with Robin and made a detailed plan to kidnap and train a news coo to get Nami free newspapers.

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Little Lad

Synopsis: One where Harry has to take care of his baby on his own for the first time

More of my work

Little Emir was just nine months old and already a big mama's boy.

Harry was very jealous of that really, both ways, that little stole away his wife, and he clearly loves his mum more. But he also cherishes that, seeing his bany have such and amazing relationship with his Mummy already.

YN owned one of the most busy and known Bakery Cafe in the city, which meant her being busy with work most of the time though she still made time for her family. She had a last minute client come in with a huge wedding cake request, which her and her team of course did not deny. But that meant she sad to spend all night at bakery to het the order ready. His anxiety started to settle in when she called in after lunch to tell him she will home very late.

Harry can get through this, right?

He have been on a break since he wife was eight months pregnant. He has been there tending to his little lad along with bis wife. But god did he not except for a full breakdown from his nine month old boy.

All day Harry spent his time, cleaning up after the little boy. It seemed this much when he'd gotten so used to help of his wife. The laundry was a hassle. Washing up the poopy diaper and tiny clothes without anyone by his side.

He had Emir sat by the side on a little blanket with his toys to keep him busy as he did the laundry and dishes for the day. Hearing his little baby talk.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching his lad be all fascinated by this new toy his mum got him, wood measuring spoons which he could chew on too. He threw it across the room, bunch of spoons went straight to the electronic appliances and started crawling his way to the toy. Harry didn't understand his play time one bit. "No, don't go there!" He picked him back up and fetched his toys.

But is Emir going to listen? He's a little baby!

It happened once, twice, thrice. Harry gave up and moved up all the appliances on the counter. Did it make a huge mess in the kitchen? Yes! At least his little boy isn't going to hurt himself.

There were house chores he had to get all done so his wife can come home and rest after working for hours and hours straight. Being a pastry chef is hard enough. He just wanted to help but he couldn't when he has a baby who is full of energy and adrenaline being introduced to his new toys this week.

Emir takes up after him for that, he would agree.

Harry's the same whilst on stage performing to his fans.

But this was exhausting for him to do everything on his own, plus his anxiety was doing nothing but add fuel to the fire. The boy kept running into things or getting himself stuck in things. He never noticed how easy it is to have another person around to help. It's usually him and his wife doing all the mundane things together, it is easy that way as there is always someone with a baby who had just learned to crawl. And he's a quick crawler.

Harry was becoming more and more tired having to run around after him, or calm him down after very fifteen minutes when he'd go to wash some dishes or get the laundry all sorted, or get the cats fed and clean up their litter boxes. Or when he prepared for dinner for himself and the boy.

Emir had a nappy burst when Harry thought he had gotten five minutes to sit down and breathe. The bath time was traumatising, with Emir screaming and crying for no reason. That's when Harry realised it was long after his nap time and he was sleepy and tired and hungry as well.

"It's okay my love, Papa's here for you." He assured his little boy after he had calmed himself down, which wasn't for more than three minutes. "I love you." Harry wiped his teary eyes with the pads of his thumbs, wrapped him up in a towel burrito before taking him to the master bedroom. He got the little lad dressed in his sleep onesie and brought him downstairs.

"I'm so sorry, Papa is having a hard time with your Mumma gone." He shared as he had him settled into his highchair, "I'm trying my very best, I promise." He felt bad.

Seeing Emir's tired eyes teary, as he was almost dozing off to sleep without having been eaten, it was his fault that he couldn't look after his son when his wife is stuck at work. Only if he could keep track of time properly and have fed him first than getting distracted by cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry. He felt a heavy pit in his stomach of guilt.

"Come on, Emir eat up then we can go to bed." Harry was feeding the little boy his dinner. He was all strapped up in his high chair, busy playing babbling and smacking his hands on the table still tired and worm out to the fullest.

"Mumma-mumma-mumma." He started his squealing. He learned to call both his parents recently.

"Mummy is working, my baby," Harry talked to him, "is that good?" He cooed watching him take a bite of the little rice porridge he made from YN's mum's recipe. "I know it's not as good as your mum makes it, but we can make it due."

His phone started ringing, "oh look, it's your mummy!" Harry answered the face time call from YN and perched up his phone against Emir's water bottle.

"Hello boys!" YN chirped. Harry saw she was kneading some pink fondant. "Are my lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool?" Harry laughed at that.

"Mamma!" Emir squealed.

"Hello my love, are you eating your dinner?" YN said.

"I don't know how you do this." Harry spoke up.

"What?"

"Feed him, he's so wiggly!" Harry exclaimed trying to give Emir another little spoon full of food. "See! This is why I took up on bottle feeding." YN just laughed. Harry's very afraid to spoon feed him because he's afraid that the metal cutlery is going to hurt his boy somehow. He loves to sit with his with a bottle of milk or formula, that's a good bonding activity as well.

"I probably sound like a horrible person, but — Emir come on, darling!" Harry was close to having a breakdown.

"Harry, it's okay, love. You're doing good he just looks a bit tired." He watched her take her phone and head out of the kitchen telling her employees what to do next whilst she talked for a minute on the call. "It's okay!"

"I don't know, I've been anxious all day." He shared, "you do it all so flawlessly."

Honestly she doesn't. He had seen her make mistakes too but she knows how to quickly move on and fix her mistakes. He didn't know how she does that, really. He reckons it's because she lived with her older brother who's got three kids here in London until she married. She always talked about baby sitting the babies when her brother and his wife would go out, for work or whatever it was.

"And that's okay, okay?" She assured him, "I am so sorry I can't come back home right now. You're already doing so good."

"I hope so, he hasn't eaten anything, I forgot to put him down for a nap earlier as I got caught up with the chores." Harry pouted still trying his best to have his little boy fed. "What do I do!?"

"Harry, look at me," she demanded so he did, "play with him for a bit and then try again. If that doesn't work then give him some formula."

"Okay." He nodded. Emir knocked off the bowl of rice, spilling it all over himself. "Oh god, I'm gonna cry!"

The little boy started laughing finding it humourous.

"Yeah, you find it funny huh?" Harry scoffed. Can he be mad at that adorable face? He placed a kiss on his boy's head.

"Anyway, Harry I'll be home after midnight so please don't wait up for me okay?" YN shared.

"Do you have too much work?" Harry looked concerned looking at his tired wife. Yeah, she hasn't been working that much since Emir's birth, but the breast feeding and everything which comes post delivery was taking a toll on her, physically. He hated to see that. He felt bad to even ask that question.

"No, almost done here." She shared, looking down at her work station, "just a handful of things to sort out then, Jay and Kat will be delivering the cake tomorrow at the venue."

"Okay, drive home, yeah?"

"Mhmm, I will." She nodded, "please don't be hard on yourself. Give him some formula and he'll be off to sleep."

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too!" YN blew a kiss each to both her boys before she hung up.

"You're a proper lad, aren't you?" Harry sighed and scooped up his son out of his highchair carefully. "Being so rowdy today."

Emir just laughed and shied away, hiding in his dad's chest. Harry chuckled and brought him in the kitchen with him, propping the baby on his hip he made a bottle of formula. "Let's go lounge on the sofa, hmm?"

Harry got comfy with his baby on the sofa, draping the fluffy throw on the boy to keep him warm. Emir just lied on his chest having his meal all sleepy yet it didn't seem like he wanted to sleep.

"Mumma!" He squealed looking at his dad.

"No, baby I'm Papa." Harey laughed. "Can you say Papa?"

"Papa!" He squealed again.

"Yay!" Harry celebrated, pressing sloppy kisses on his chubby cheeks. "I'm really sorry, my love. I was having a bad day today." He felt guilty for having him wait up for dinner. "I hope you aren't mad at me. Mumma is a really good help, isn't she? But she's stuck at work today. I know we shouldn't rely on her but this was the first time were together, isn't it? We had a lads day in today. Well, more like you had a proper lad day. Where did you get all the energy from, hmm?"

Emir just sighed dramatically, resting his head back on his dad's chest. All snuggled up he was starting to fall asleep.

Harry adores his little boy. He worried the day he was born because he didn't had that love-at-first-sight connection with him. It took him time to learn about him. His little boy was a new human and he felt like he needed to get to know him first, but there was no doubt he would protect the little bundle of joy with his life. It took some time to make peace with it all, that it was okay to feel that way.

Now they're both inseparable. Even though Emir is more of his Mumma's boy, he still manages to have fun with his Papa.

Today just added to that all that guilt for him.

The next thing Harry knew was feeling gentle taps on his arm. "Harry, do you wanna go sleep in our bed?" It was his wife he found when he finally opened his eyes and found his boy missing.

"Where did Emir go?" He panicked.

"I put him in his cot." She shared, "do you wanna go upstairs and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep here." He sighed, "when did you get back?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago."

"Hmm, let's go upstairs and sleep. I am so tired." He got up to follow after her, "did you manage to get the order done?"

"Yeah, we did." She yawned making him giggle, "sorry I'm very tired."

"So am I, love." He draped his arm around her waist, tuck her closer to him.

"How did your day go?"

"Oh, don't ask!" He sighed dramatically. "I still feel bad, you know." He was walking straight to bed giving her space to go get ready to join him but, she stopped him.

"It's okay, Harry." She cooed, "come sit here. Please?"

"Come on." He walked her to their bed.

"You don't have to feel bad, okay? I know you tried your best, he knows you did." She assured him, stood in between his thighs to hug him.

"But I don't know if he ate properly." His voice was low as he sniffled, his face buried in her chest. "I got so distracted."

"Harry he's a baby, he'll wake us up if he's hungry." She said, running her fingers through his hair, "you know it's okay to make mistakes I'm sure he isn't even going to remember anything in the morning. We'll do one thing, let's bring him over to sleep in our bed tonight, yeah?"

Harry doesn't like that. He'd insisted on sleep training their baby since he turned six months old, but he agreed today.

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"Harry? You're crying?" She cooed and bent down to look at him. "It's okay, I promise."

"I, I know. I just can't help it." He chuckled sheepishly. YN smiled and wiped away his tears with her sweater paws, press a few sloppy kisses on his either of cheeks.

"I brought made your favourite cake pops." She reminded him, "kept them away in the fridge for you."

"You did?" His face lit up instantly.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "the ones with chocolate cake and coffee butter cream."

"Oh I love you so much!" With his arms wrapped around her middle he pulled her down, flipping them over he buried her down in the mattress.

"Oh my..." She laughed, "I should have told you that earlier."

"Yeah!" He agreed. "You should have!" Lifting his head up from her neck to look at her, he pressed sloppy wet kisses all over her face.

"Now don't go eat them all cuz I used a lot of coffee in it." She explained, "you won't be sleeping tonight then."

"I'll go bring our little lad in then, leave you to relax and do your skincare and stuff." He gave her another peck on the mouth before he lifted himself off her.

"Mhmm."

When YN returned from taking a shower and doing her skincare, he found her boy fast asleep. Emir lied on his side in the middle spooning his small teddy tucked under his arms. Harry lied just behind him with his hand rested on his little tummy.

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