Cavill Clan

Cavill Clan

pairing: Husband!Henry x Primary Teacher!Reader

Summary: fans react to Henry's announcement that not only has he gotten married during lockdown, but there is a new addition to the Cavill Clan...a daughter (Requested by @beck07990)

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@/purpleraingal: Ok but that video of Y/n teaching her five year old students over zoom is the cutest thing, I heard she personally went and left care packages at their door during the pandemic full of books and pens etc

>> @/therurbulentlion: She brought Henry in during her online PE lessons so he could teach the kids rugby, they loved learning from superman

@/flowerturttlee: ALERT SINCE WHEN WAS Y/N AND HENRY MARRIED? MATCHING SILVER WEDDING RINGS ON THEIR RING FINGERS HELLO?? WHERE IS THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND THE PICTURES

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@/pinkframer: I hate it here, just saw Henry's announcement on his insta of him and Y/n kissing at their beach wedding. Did you know they had their own secret last vows, ones they only said to each after everyone left. Only found out because Y/n said it in an interview, soso cute!

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@/33goneandgo: KAL WAS THEIR RING BOY OMGOMGOMG

>> @/cavillfan01: JUS SAYING Y/N HAS A BIT OF A GLOW TO HER, MAYBE A PREGNANCY GLOW??

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@/unicornfluffpiy: WOAH WOAH WOAH TWO MONTHS MARRIED AND THEYVE ALREADY POSTED A PREGNANCY ANNOUNCEMENT, THAT MAN HAS SUPER SPERM I SWEAR

>> @/tswifters: Bro Y/n said in a recent zoom interview that because of covid they couldn’t have a honeymoon, so Henry turned their backyard into a resort with massage tables etc

>>> @/blanketcase: No wonder she’s preggo, there was fucking massage tables AND NO DOUBT LUBE

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@/britishteacupxo: Y/n’s maternity photos are so beautiful, that one photo of Henry on his knees cupping her stomach is so cute, I swear I could see the imprint of the baby’s foot on her stomach on one of the pics

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@/firaffeking: Let’s just appreciate Y/n blessing us with the video of Henry painting the nursery shirtless in cargo work pants, that man is a literal beautiful dilf now. Life’s good.

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@/wonderwomf: Their nursery is fantasy based, why am I not surprised with all of Henry’s gamer clubs😭 I just know that kid is gonna grow up into being a cosplayer at some point

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@/brittneytoner: OMG ITS A GIRL, Y/N JUST ANNOUNCED THE BABY’S ARRIVAL ON HER INSTA, THEY NAMED HER CHARLOTTE

>> @/wintersblossom: OMG CHARLOTTE CAVILL, WHAT A CUTIE OMG, HER CHIN IS DEFINITELY GOING TO BE LIKE HENRY's

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@/basketturb: Omg that video of Henry sleeping with Charlotte on his chest, while they’re both in her crib makes me so soft. Apparently there’s been times when Y/n has had to squirt her breastmilk at him to wake up😭😭 He calls them her “supersoakers”

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@/HenryCavill: Breastmilk doesn’t taste like actual milk. Betrayed.

>> @Samclaflin: hold on mate how’d you find that out

>>> @/Y/nCavill: How’d ya think 😌

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@/burterflu: Baby Charlotte literally has one springed curl on her head and it’s so freaking adorable, its just boings up and down when I saw it on their newest interview

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@/haushejus: Y/n is officially back onto zoom teaching and shes so precious, she asked each and every kid how they were doing and offered her own personal time to talk to them individually if they needed extra help with their work packets

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@/user8273838: Henry taking care of Charlotte while Y/n is working has to be the funniest things, according to Y/n he had Charlotte handing him the pieces to the PC he was building. Each time he handed her something he said, “Thank you Lottie”

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@/delicatepetals: Y/n and Henry are such good parents, they are so hands on and openly affectionate with their daughter it’s so heartwarming

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@/softfeatherlad: I hate it here. Y/n is so gorgeous and Charlotte is quite literally her double, although Lottie definitely got Henry’s cleft chin and dark curly hair

>> @/frederica: THE FAMILY HE DESERVES FOR REALSIES!!!

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@/supermansdog8: When Y/n posted the baby camera video of Lottie getting up at 2AM with her blankie to go sleep with Kal on the couch, with her using him as a pillow and he just kept licking her hands as kisses

>> @/legendary89: Did you see the video of the timelapse of baby Lottie sleeping in their bed. That little girl has more moves than a ninja, she went from being in Henry's arms to sitting right on his head😭 I swear at one point she just latched herself to nurse on Y/n's boob under her shirt😭 That girl is crazy jus like her dad no doubt

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Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @beck07990

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Summary: Anon request - "fluff estes method pregnancy with colby"

I did a smut version of this with Sam. If you haven't checked it out I suggest reading it! It's titled "Estes Surprise".

Warnings: pregnant!reader being touched, scratched, and talked to by the spirits, talk about death, murder, etc., dark entities, mentions of throwing up, some kissing, mostly fluff.

Word count: 6.7k | not edited

"What's up guys it's Sam and Colby, and today we have Y/n with us as well." Colby motions towards you and Sam moves the camera to you, "Hey guys."

"You excited?" Sam asks smirking at you from behind the camera. You raise your eyebrows and sighs, "I mean, I can't lie. I am pretty excited."

"Colby." Sam moves the camera back to him, "Wanna tell them why y/n is so excited to be here today?"

Colby smirks and presses his hands together, "Today.." he turns to look at you then back to the camera, "Y/n is going to be the one doing the Estes method."

Sam lets out a long and cheery, "Yeahhhhhhhh."

You laugh, "Yeah, yeah." You shake your head and Sam hands the camera to Colby and moves next to you, "Is there any reason as to why you chose to do it today, at this location?"

You nod, "I don't know, but when you told me about the history and the background about this place, you know filling me in, I got this feeling like I just had to do it here, you know?" You look from Sam to Colby, "Like I have to do it."

"That's spooky." Colby smirks, "But, as always. We'll be right there. If it gets to be too much, at any point during the investigation, just let us know."

"Such gentleman." You smirk and laugh.

"We try. We try." Sam shrugs and looks back at the old hotel, "Alright. Are we ready to go in?" You take a deep breath, "I guess so."

Colby lunges forward a few steps, his voice stained, "Let's do it."

He turns the camera off and hands it to Sam. He spins you so you're facing him, "I just wanted to say that I love having you on these things with us."

You smile and shrug, "I like being on these things with you."

He smiles and nods before leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips. Sam groans, "Can you guys wait until we get inside, at least you'll have a hundred rooms to choose from."

You look over at Sam who can't contain his laughter and you give him the finger, "You're just jealous, Golbach."

"Jealous of what, y/l/n?" Sam rolls his eyes and you smirk as you walk up to him, "That I get to kiss Colby and you don't." You laugh as you walk by and Colby wraps an arm around Sam's shoulder, "Don't let her fool you, you can kiss me if you want."

You look back and see Sam pushing Colby away, laughing as Colby has his lips pushed out trying to kiss his cheek.

"Hey now." You point, "I don't want to have to kick your ass."

Sam laughs and Colby jogs up to you, "That would be incredibly hot on your part." You smirk and push on the door.

"Mm. I can't.." you push the door again, "I can't get this.. door to open.."

"That's because.." Sam walks up, camera rolling, "You have to pull it, dummy." Sam pulls the door open and you just stand there, "There should be a sign or something."

Colby lays a hand on your lower back, "S'okay, babe." He chuckles, "come on." He leads you inside and you stand there, surprised that the inside has power.

"The outside looks so abandoned, you wouldn't think the inside would be lit up like this." Colby turns to Sam and right as Sam is about to say something, there's a knock from down the hallway.

"Is there anyone else here?" Sam asks looks back at you guys from the hallway.

"No the owners left. They said no one but use would be here." You say whipping around to the other side, "there it was again, but on that side." You point and look back at Sam, "Mayne we should just start right here. Get the rem pod out, I'm sure we'll ge-"

Sam yells and jumps, "Whoa, hey. Something just grabbed my jacket."

"Seriously?" Colby asks moving around to look, "Like where? Here?" He moves his hand up, figuring out where Sam was grabbed.

You wait for him to calm down before making a comment, "I mean, I'd come after you to for wearing a jacket like that."

He glares at you, fighting back his laugh, "That's.. mean.. y/n. You're so mean lately." You shrug, "I'm just being honest, Sam."

Colby laughs and shakes his head, "you guys. It's insane how we literally just walked in and were already getting so much activity, like the owner said that it usually wouldn't happened until a little bit later on in the night."

Sam sighs, "I know, I know. I don't understand that." He hands Colby the camera and takes the REM pod from his backpack, "This is the REM pod, as some of you guys may know, the spirits come around, touch this little thing here and it lights up for us."

He walks over, setting it down by the one hallway.

"I can put the music box over by the other?" You ask and they nod, "Yeah so that way we know-"

Colby gets cut off by footsteps above you guys, and they're heavy. You freeze, staring up at the ceiling as your head moves slowly with the footsteps that slowly grow quiet the further away they go.

"Did you get that?" Sam asks looking over at Colby.

Colby nods, "I'll be surprised if I didn't. Those were loud."

The REM pod goes off, you haven't even gotten the music box out of Colby's bag yet, "Shit." Sam turns, "If that's the spirit of Adeline Nielsen, can you please make that go off ag-"

The light goes off and Sam looks back, wide eyed, "What the fuck."

"Adeline, touch that light if there's anyone else with you." Sam say and lays his fingers over his lips, waiting.

Nothing.

"Are you alone?" Colby asks and the light goes off, "Okay. Thank you."

You turn around, getting the intense feeling that you're being watched. You don't see anything, but you can certainly feel that something is there, "C-Colby."

You feel his hand on your shoulder, "Hey, what's up?"

You blink and look over at him, "I just got.." you take a deep breath and move closer to him. He hands the camera to Sam and wraps an arm around your waist, "what's going on?"

You feel like you could puke, like a massive wave of nausea just washed over you.

"I just got this.. feeling that something was watching me.. or us.. I don't know. I got this sudden feeling like I was gonna throw up." You look over at Sam and back to the hallway, "It was weird."

"Do you need to take a break?" Sam asks and you shake your head, "No. I'm good now." You sigh, "I'm good."

"You sure?" Colby looks down at you and you look up at him, "Yeah, Colbs. I'm good." You smile up at him and he nods, "Okay."

The REM pod goes off again, "Adeline, we know you're a good spirit, so please, feel free to follow us around the hotel if you'd like."

As sam walks over to grab the pod from the floor, it goes off and he stops and looks at you and Colby, "I'm not even close enough to make that go off."

"Maybe she wants to talk to us now." You suggest and it instantly goes off again. You raise your eyebrows, "do we have the spirit box?"

"Yeah, I can run out and grab it." Colby says giving your arm a squeeze. He leans in, whispering, "I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling you need to stay with either me or Sam this entire time."

You give him a weird look and he shrugs, "I don't know, y/n. Just please don't go wandering off."

You nod, "I won't. I won't. I promise."

He nods and goes out to the car to get the equipment. You walk over to Sam and he looks up at you, holding his hand out, "Wait.. do you hear that?"

You listen, and you hear distant footsteps, "Maybe it's Colby?" Sam moves over to the window, looking out and he shakes his head, "No Colby is standing at the trunk of the car."

You beat the footsteps again, this time they sound like they're walking right up to you.

"Sam.." you sniff the air and he turns to you, camera pointed at you, "I smell hairspray."

He gives you a funny look and sniffs, "I don't smell it."

You motion for him to come over to you, "Right here." You motion to right in front of you and he walks over, sniffing the area, "oh shit. You're right."

Colby walks back in, stopping as he sees you and Sam smelling the air, "Um.. what the hell are you doing?"

"Hairspray." You both say and Colby shakes his head, "No sorry I left mine at home."

You laugh, "No, Colby. It smells like hairspray but only like.." you motion, "Right here."

He walks over after closing the door and you guys are head to head, with the camera angled up at you guys as you move around sniffing.

"That's so weird, it's literally only right here." Sam leans back shaking his head. You lean in, "And now it's gone."

Colby leans in, eyes going slightly wide, "That's fucking crazy." He snaps, "You know, Martin did say that they also had quick whiffs of that too, apparently that was a big thing for all the women to have back then."

"No dude you're right." Sam nods, "That's crazy."

"We can definitely ask if it was Adeline." You take the spirit box from Colby's hands and walk over to the lobby area, setting it down on the small coffee table.

They follow, leaving the REM pod in its place.

"Whenever you're ready, y/n." Sam says giving you the go ahead to turn it on. You nod, sitting down in the chair and leaning forward.

Colby moves behind you, gripping the back the chair as he leans on it, "Hello, my name is Colby. These are my friends Sam and y/n. We would like to speak with whoever is willing to communicate with us."

"..speak.."

"Are we speaking to Adeline Nielsen?" Colby asks, pausing so you guys can listen. You exchange looks with Sam and Colby when nothing is said for a few minutes.

"Is this someone else?" Sam asks and you get a cool chill down your spine, causing you to sit up. Colby looks down at you, "What was that?"

"I just got a chill." You laugh nervously and Colby gently squeezes your shoulder.

"..it's me.."

Your head snaps towards the spirit box, "Who? Adeline?"

".. try again.."

You and Colby look at Sam, trying to remember if Martin said anything about any dark entities roaming the halls.

It's crazy how everything disappears from your mind when once the investigation actually starts.

"Um. Um." Sam taps the chair, "The maid. She was the one going around poisoning the women that Sebastian was bringing in, right."

Colby snaps, pointing to Sam, "Fuck, yes. Right right." He clears his throat, "Is this the maid that poisoned all of those women?"

".. so young.."

"All those women? They were mid twenties." Sam says moving over closer to you and Colby, "Why did you kill them?"

".. full of life.."

"Were you jealous?" Colby asked, "Were you jealous that he kept bringing those young women here?"

You tilt your head, "guys.." you shake your head,

".. not them.."

"I don't think she's talking about the girls.." you look up at Sam and he tilts his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

You couldn't describe it, but you just had this weird and very eerie feeling about what she was talking about, and the women who were murdered, weren't it.

"I just.." you shake your hands, "i can't shake this feelings that she not talking about the women she killed."

"Who else would she be talking about?" Colby moves to sit next to you.

"..secrets.."

"Did you kill other people?" You ask, waiting for a response but you sadly get nothing.

"Okay. I say we move to a new area." Sam leans forward, switching off the box, "Room 111, Sebastian's room."

"Maybe we can get more info there and try to piece this puzzle together." Colby nods, standing up, "You ready?" You look up at him, standing up as Sam doesn't grab the REM pod, "Yeah, I'm ready."

You make your way down the hall, stopping every so often because of knocking.

"That's following us." Colby points to the wall, "What if it's Adeline?"

Sam shrugs, "Could be."

"Why didn't she talk to us on the spirit box?" You ask and look at Colby before answering your own question, with a question, "What if she was scared of the maid?"

"Adeline was one of the victims, so it very well could be. The maid seems to be very intimidating from what I understood." Colby nods, looking from you to Sam.

Sam turns, "Adeline, if that is you, can you make that noise again for me please?"

You guys wait patiently and there a knock, a sigh of relief leaving their lips, but a part of you still didn't believe it.

"Okay. Let's just keep going. I think it's at the end of this hall up the steps." Colby points and takes the camera from Sam.

Sam walks ahead, "It was said that there was at least seventeen women killed by the maid here in this room, and I mean that's not even counting the implied others from whatever that was back there." He motions behind him as you walk up the steps.

You stop, looking from the bold numbers on the door to Sam and Colby, "We came, we saw, we can go." You laugh, which makes them laugh, "After you, Golbach."

He scoffs, "Oh yeah, use me as bait, like I don't have enough things attached to me." Sam smirks and shakes his head as Colby chuckles. Sam reaches for the knob, just as his hand wraps around it, there's a knock on the other side.

"Was that from in there?" Colby asks pointing, "That was oddly close."

Sam takes his hand from the knob and lifts it, knocking gently on the door. You bring your thumb up, chewing on your nail as you feel like you could puke again.

"You okay?" Colby asks and you look at him, "Mhm." You nod, "Yeah. That just kinda scared me." You laugh nervously and look back at the door.

Colby could tell there was something more going on. But he doesn't like to push you with questions. He knows that if you aren't okay, you'll come to him.

But that's the thing, you felt fine most of the time. It was only for a short, split second periods where you could feel like you could pass out or throw up.

You just thought it was the spirits because it's happened before, or at least, something like this, maybe not as intense.

"Okay, let's just announce ourselves as we go in." Sam looks at you and Colby and you both nod, "Okay."

Sam twists the knob, slowly opening the door, "Hello, I'm Sam. I mean no harm but coming in here." He walks in and you walk in behind him, instantly feeling off, but you shrug it off, "Hello. I'm y/n.. I come in peace, no harm at all."

Colby follow, announcing himself, "I'm Colby. I'm with these two, also meaning no harm." He steps in, panning the camera around the room slowly, "You know, it looks like a normal hotel room but-"

Sam cuts him off, "The vibe is way off. Something is here."

The door shuts, causing you all to jump.

"Oh fuck."

"What the hell."

"Jesus Christ." You lay a hand on your chest, heart racing under your own touch, "I guess they wanted the door closed." You laugh slightly, trying not to be as scared.

"I guess so." Sam sighs, "Okay. Um. So what do we want to do here?"

Him and Colby exchange glances and Colby shrugs, "Why don't get out the EMF?" Sam nods, "Okay, yeah. That way we can-"

A knock on the door silences Sam and his mouth drops open. You look from the door to Sam and he mouths, "What the fuck?"

You go behind Colby, getting out the EMF, "Where do you want it?"

Colby points, "the bed is probably the bed option." He looks at Sam and he nods, "Yeah, that's where a lot of them got sick and then died, so."

He sucks air through his teeth, "Lets get-" he stops and points, "There's that knocking."

You and Colby look at each other and listen, but nothing.

"I swear there was knocking." Sam says and you nod, "No sam we believe it." You walk over to the bed and as you're positioning the box and getting ready to turn it on, you feel something grab at your ankle.

You let out a slight scream and jump back into Sam. He lays a hand on your back to steady you as you grab your ankle, "Fuck, ow, what the fuck."

"What happened?" Colby moves over, handing Sam the camera so he can take a look, "Fuck, Sam look."

Sam leans around, eyes going wide as he sees the red line going over your ankle bone, "are you okay? Y/n." He looks up at you, "Are you good?"

You rub your fingers over the line, nodding, "It burned at first but now it's fine." You set your foot down on the ground and Colby backs you up away from the bed, "You're going to stay over here."

"Fine by me." You sit down in the chair, "Bringing your ankle up to rest on your knee, "let's just get started." You turn on your flashlight from your phone, examining the mark.

"Y/n just got scratched." Colby says to the camera. He turns to you, "Do you mind if I show the camera?" You look up at him and shake your head, "No go ahead." You extend your leg out and Colby holds your leg with his hand, moving your pant leg up a little.

Sam comes over with the camera, "They seem to be after her, but the question is.. why?"

"Do you think the maid could be jealous of her? I mean the maid did say young.. full of life? Y/n is still young and to what the elderly would consider full of life?" Colby rests your leg down on the floor and turns back to Sam.

"Let's ask. Seems like the only thing we can do right now." Sam walks over, looking down at his feet every so often as he stitches the EMF on.

"So this will give us yes or no answers basically. Green for yes, red for no. Pretty basic." He explains, "is there anyone here with us?"

Instant green light.

"Is it Sebastian's girls?" Sam follows up and it's a green light, followed by an instant red. He turns and looks back at you and Colby, "So it's them and someone else?"

Instant green light.

"Was it one of Sebastian's girls that scratched y/n?" Colby asks crossing his arms and it's an instant red light, "Was it the maid?"

Instant red light.

"If it wasn't-" Colby stops and looks from you to Sam, "Sebastian. Did you scratch y/n?"

Instant green light.

"You do not have permission to touch us. Understand? You cannot touch us. Hurt us. Follow us in any way." Colby's voice is deep, loud. Kind of a turn on, but it's ruined by the feeling of needing to puke.

"Y/n. Are you okay? You just got really, really pale." Sam asks glancing at Colby, "Maybe we should take a break."

You nod, standing up, "Y-yeah."

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After making your way outside, you beline off to the side, finally puking.

Colby rushes up behind you, his hands pulling your hair back from your face, "Hey. Hey." His hand that isn't holding your hair rubbing your back gently, "You're okay, baby."

He glances back at Sam who's standing by the door and back to you, "Was it the room?"

You slowly stand up, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your sweatshirt, "I don't know, I don't feel like it was, but at the same time.." you shrug, "It's hard to say."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head, "I'm not following."

You sigh and look around, "I didn't really feel good before coming here." You notice Colby frown and you quickly follow up, "Now I know I'm not supposed to do this blah blah, but at the same time, that's when we were at home. I felt fine on the car ride here and when we got here."

He sighs, "Are you okay?"

You nod, "Yeah, now that I threw up, I feel better than I did before we got here." You laugh slightly and he just pulls you in for a hug, "Y/n." He sighs, "If you don't feel good, you shouldn't be doing this." He whispers, kissing you on the head.

You nod, "I know, but I just.. really wanted to be with you today."

That wasn't a lie, something in you needed to be with Colby or you would have sat home and cried, which wasn't like you at all. Normally, you'd be fine with a call or a text here and there while they did an investigation, but lately, you couldn't go without him.

You didn't know what was happening.

He smiles and sighs, "you drive me nuts."

"You love me." You smirk and he nods, "That I do." He kisses your cheek, "very much."

You turn your head, "can I get some gum from the car before you kiss me, please?" He chuckles and nods, "I suppose so." He let you go and you walk over to the car, opening the door and grabbing your pack of Tropical Twist gum.

You take a piece out, unwrapping a piece before popping it into your mouth. You chew it a few times before gagging and spitting it back into the wrapper, "What the fuck."

You look around, opening the console and finding another pack. You grab a piece of the Spearmint and it works.

"Everything go okay?" Sam asks as you walk back up to him and Colby. You nod, "Yeah, but I just about threw up over my tropical gum. It was weird."

"This whole place is weird." Sam turns and looks towards the door, "Are you sure you want to go back inside?" He looks back to you and you nod, "Yeah. I'm good."

Colby looks at you and you smile at him, "I'm fine, Colbs. I promise."

"We aren't going back into Sebastian's room." Colby shakes his head, "No way in hell."

You and Sam look at each other and back to Colby. Colby looks between you both and shakes his head again, "No. absolutely not. No."

"Colby." You step towards him, "You guys need this. This is why you came here." He lays his hands on your shoulders, "You got scratched in that room, y/n. I'm not-"

"Then why don't we do it in the hallway." You suggest cutting him off, "We won't be in the room, we'll be outside of it. We can set the music box right outside of the door. Open it up. And that way if anything crosses the threshold, we'll know."

Sam raises his eyebrows and looks at Colby, "I knew you liked her for a reason." He smirks and Colby shakes his head, trying to hide his smile, "Shut up, Sam."

"See. You know it'll work that way too." You poke his chest, "We can do the Estes method."

His eyes move to you and he stares at you, "You still want to do that?"

"Of course I fucking do." You laugh, "That's why I'm here, right?"

You can tell that he has some hesitation at first, but eventually gives in, "Fine. But it starts getting any sort of fucked, I'm pulling you out of it." He nods towards you and raises his eyebrows and you nod, "deal."

Colby takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and squeezing your hand as you walk back inside.

He doesn't say another word, mainly because he's thinking about you. Anxiously racking his brain as to why the spirits here would be targeting you.

You guys stop outside of room 111 and you squeeze his hand, pulling him to turn towards you, "Hey. You good?"

He smiles and nods, "I'm always good."

You tilt your head and Sam butts in, "Colby. You are not always good."

He looks over at Sam and rolls his eyes, "I'm fine, guys. Let's just.." he motions to the camera, "Before I do change my mind." He smirks slightly and brings your hand up, pressing his lips to the back before dropping it and letting go to swing his bag off his shoulder.

You take a deep breath as Sam starts rolling, "So we talked." He pauses and looks at you and Colby, "And we decided that we're going to do the Estes method with y/n, out here in the hallway."

"So I was thinking." You say, catching their attention. Colby stops unraveling the headphones and stares at you. You look at them, "Maybe I can start doing the session before you guys open the door. You know what I mean?"

A wave of relief washes over Colby as he was afraid you were going to ask to go into the room.

"That's actually a good idea." Sam nods and looks at Colby. He nods, "Yeah, no. That's actually a better idea."

You smile slightly and to sit in the center of the hallway, facing the closed door to room 111.

"Are you ready?" Sam asks and you look up at him, "Ready."

"Just repeat what you hear out loud, okay?" Colby says and you look up, nodding up at him. He's standing over you, looking down at you with a blindfold in his hands.

Definitely not a new sight to you.

He gently lays the fabric over your eyes, tying it in the back, "That tight enough?" You nod, "Mhm."

You couldn't lie, you were shitting your pants.

"Alright. Here we go."

Colby's words were the last words you heard before the loud sound of white noise filled your ears from the headphones.

"Adeline is here.." you say as soon as you hear the words.

"Adeline.. I'm glad that you're here." Sam says with a nod, "Can you tell us if anyone else is here?"

"Evil man.." you tilt your head, ".. hurt us.."

"Are you talking about Sebastian?" Colby looks from you to Sam and shakes his head, "He didn't hurt them did he? Only ever-"

"The maid .. hates us.."

"The maid was jealous of you wasn't she?" Sam asks, "Can you tell us if she killed anyone else?"

"Jealousy.. she is.."you straighten up, "..y/n.."

Colby clenches his jaw and tilts his head, "is she jealous of y/n?"  He looks to Sam and back down to you.

"Very much.."

"Why?" Sam asks, "is it because y/n is young? Just like you and the other girls were?"

There's a few moments to where it's just the noise and Sam and Colby just look at each other shrugging.

"Adeline.. can you tell us wh-"

You cut Colby off, "Full of life."

"That's what was said downstairs.. I don't.." Colby sighs, "I'm not following." He shrugs, "Can you tell us more please?"

"She wants it."

"Who? Who wants want, Adeline?" Sam asks, "The maid?"

"Yes.. her.. she wants her.." you pause, "Life.. in y/n.."

"Life.. in y/n.." Sam and Colby both repeat. Colby shrugs, shaking his head, "What does that mean exactly?"

"Maid.. wants the baby.." you can feel yourself growing sick again, "She wants it."

"No no no no." Colby starts tapping your shoulder and he takes the headphones off of your head.

"Colby? What?" Sam looks at Colby with a scared and confused look. You take the blindfold off and spins around slightly to look at him, "Colby?"

He looks pale, almost like he's the one who could throw up.

"We have to get out of here." He lifts you to your feet and shoves the equipment into the bag. You look at Sam and he shrugs, "Colby." You look back at him and he takes your hands in his, "Just.. come on."

He pulls you down the hall, Sam following behind the both of you, slightly frantic, "Colby.. yo Colby.."

You look back at Sam as Colby keeps a grasp on your hand. You make your way to the door and he pulls it open, leaving it for Sam to close.

"Colby. Hey. Talk to us. What's-"

Colby cuts you off, "Turn the camera off, Sam." Sam walks over, turning the camera off, "Okay. Now will you tell us what's going on?"

Colby licks his lips and pulls his lower lip between his teeth, "I think.." he pauses and you step towards him, "What, colby?"

"I think you're pregnant." The words roll off of his lips a slightly mumble and your eyes go wide.

"Huh!?" Sam yells leaning forward and you can't help but laugh at him, "Exactly what he said." You point to him and look back at Colby, "What do you mean exactly?"

Colby laughs nervously, "The way.. the way everything was going.. it just.. it just sounded like the maid wanted you because you were full of life, and it wasn't because you were young. Literally because you're-" he point to your stomach, "-Full of life."

You shake your head laughing, "No.. no. There's no way."

Sam sighs, "The walls are very thin. I can attest to that."

"Not helping, Golbach." You slap Sam's shoulder gently and turn towards Colby, "what do you want to do?"

"I want to go. Right now. Get some test. And I want you to pee on them. That's what I want you to do." Colby stares at you and Sam can't help but laugh.

"Sam." He looks at him and Sam holds his hands up, "I'm sorry. I just.. this is just so unreal right now."

You laugh slightly until you start thinking, "Maybe that why I got sick?"

Sam's face goes serious, "Oh fuck. That's right." He looks at Colby, "she has been extra mean lately too."

"Yeah, you've said that already today, Sam." You glare at him and he motions to you, "Point proven."

Colby smirks slightly, at the banter and thinking about the possibility of you being pregnant, "Let's just.. go and we'll figure it out."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As you stood at the hotel bathroom sink, staring down at the five tests laid out, you felt nauseated.

You weren't sure how you felt.

You knew a lot could happen in the spirit world, I mean hell, Sam and Colby proved the afterlife while at the Conjuring, but this..

This felt surreal to you.

Maybe because it was actually involving you?

And Colby?

And a possible baby?

You sigh, shaking your head as you uncapped each one. One by one you dipped them into the little cup that contained your pee and you flipped them over, face down because right now, you don't think you could stomach the result.

You loved Colby, but you both were young. You guys have been together for a while, yes. But you haven't even talked about started a family.

It was all about the adventure of investigating the ghost world.

You capped the last one, setting it down to clean up before wrapping your arms around yourself. You slowly back up into the wall, staring at the tests as you think.

You felt your lips pulling into a slight smile as you pictured Colby holding your baby for the very first time. Imagining his little baby talk to whatever may be in your belly.

You weren't opposed to this at all.

"Colby." You call out, "Sam."

The door opens and Colby peaks his head in, "Yeah, babe?" You motion for him to come in, "Sam, too."

He glances back at Sam who follows Colby in, "What's up?"

You motion towards the test, "I took each one. I can't look. It's been two minutes or so. We need to read them now."

Sam lays a hand on his chest, "you.. you want me to look at them?"

You nod, "I can't."

Sam looks at Colby and he nods, wrapping an arm around you, his thumb rubbing your hip gently as Sam walks over to the counter.

He sets his phone up, pressing record, "Just in case. You never know." He laughs slightly and you roll your eyes with a slight smile.

You hang onto Colby, slightly nervous now that it's the moment of truth.

Sam flips the first one over, then is very quick to flip the next one over then so on until they're all flipped over, "Holy mother of god."

"What!? What Sam?" You step forward and he turns around, "I'm gonna be Uncle Sam."

Colby stares at Sam for a few seconds before laughing slightly, "That might be the most patriotic thing I've ever heard you say."

You laugh, tears welling in your eyes, "Oh my god.." your voice cracks, "He's Uncle Sam."

"Aw, baby." Colby pulls you into his chest and Sam walks over, hugging both you and Colby, "I'm Uncle Sam."

He leans back, looking from you to Colby, "And you're mom and dad."

"Oh my god." Colby looks down at you, a serious look taking over his face, "We're mom and dad."

You nod, smiling as a stray tear slips down your cheek, "a frickin ghost told us that."

You walk over, pulling your phone out to take pictures of the tests laying on the counter, "Oh my god.. this isn't.." you pick up the tests, examining how dark the lines are, "This isn't real."

Colby walks up behind you, laying his hand gently on your belly, "Believe it baby. It's happening." He gently presses a kiss to your cheek, "We got this." He looks up at you in the mirror, "We have Uncle Sam on our side."

You all burst out laughing as you both look at Sam in the mirror, "That's never going to get old."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You and baby are doing fantastic." The doctor says as she wipes off the gel from your small bump, "Would you like to know the gender?"

You bite your lip, looking at Colby immediately. He squeezes your hand, "can you write it down on a piece of paper? We want to surprise someone with it by writing their baby's name on it."

She smiles and nods, "Of course I can." She stands up, "Give me a few moments." She gets up and leaves the room and Colby pulls his phone from his pocket, smiling, "it's sam. Again."

"Yeah, brother?" He answers as he puts the phone on speaker and Sam sighs on the other end of the line, "About time. Did you find out yet?"

"Not yet. She's getting it for us now." You say as you wipe the rest of the gel off, "We have a surprise for you."

Sam goes quiet, "You do?"

"Uh huh. Now just sit there and be patient." Colby laughs as the doctor comes back in, "gotta go. We'll be back soon."

"Alright, bye." Sam hangs up and Colby lays his phone down. The doctor comes over, "You guys can take all the time you need, no rush to you at all. Congratulations." She winks as you take the envelope and you and Colby smile, "Thank you."

"See you in four weeks, y/n." She leaves the room and you press the envelope to your chest, "Oh my god.." you look at Colby and hold your hand out, "I'm so nervous."

Colby takes your shakey hand into his, kissing it, "Whenever you're ready, babe." He looks up at you, "I love you."

You smile, "I love you." You lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips, "I want to record this, you know so we can make that video for everyone."

He nods and smiles, "I totally forgot." He sets his phone up at the end of the bed, propping it up on a pillow, "Alright. Whenever you're ready."

You slowly open the envelope, pulling out the folded sonogram.

You take a deep breath as you turn it towards Colby and open it. He gasps and a hand slaps over your mouth, "Oh my go-" your voice cracks and you lay your  head on his shoulder as you start to cry.

"It's a girl." He says, "oh shit." He lays a hand on your head, kissing your forehead, "It's a girl, baby."

You sit up, wiping your face, "oh my god." You sigh, "I was right." Colby nods, "That you were." He lays his hand on your belly, his fingers gently scratching, "I'm so fucking happy right now."

You nod, "I couldn't agree more."

Once you guys got everything together and checked out, you headed home to where Sam was waiting patiently.

"It's about time." He says standing up from the couch as soon as you walk through the door. You laugh and motion back towards the couch, "You're going to want to sit back down for this."

He looks between you and Colby, "What is this?"

You smile and hold up the envelope, "This is top secret information, Golbach."

He sits right back down on the couch, "Gimme." You walk over as Colby gets his phone out to record Sam, and you hand him the envelope.

Sam opens it, slowly pulling the sonogram from it and unfolding it. His eyes scan over it, going wide as his eyes read over the word GIRL.

"Get out. Oh my god." His head snaps to Colby, "Colby's a girl dad!" Colby chuckles, "Colby's a girl dad."

"Ayyyyye!!" Sam cheers and goes to get up but you stop him, "Wait, Sam. There's more."

He turns towards you, "More?" He opens the envelope to see a smaller piece of paper in the bottom, "Ohh." He pulls it out, unfolding it and you can see the tears form as he reads, "Hi Uncle Sam.."

He sighs and shakes his head, "I can't wait to meet you, I thought you should be the first person, besides mom and dad to know my name, so i would like to introduce myself.."

"No." He pouts and wipes his eyes, "Sami Grace?" He leans over, pulling you in for an immediate hug and you can feel him crying , "Thank you."

You wrap your arms around him, whispering, "You've been there for Colby through everything. We love you tremendously."

He leans back, laughing as he wipes his face, "Fuck." He looks up at Colby, "You better not be filming this you asshole."

Colby laughs and walks over, pulling Sam into a hug after he hands you his phone to keep recording, "You know I have to. I love you brother."

"I love you, brother." Sam mumbles as he grips ahold of Colby's jacket, "I'm so exited to see you in fairy dresses." He leans back laughing and Colby sighs, "I guess that's my future, huh?"

You laugh and nod, setting down his phone, "Oh yeah. But don't worry. She'll have one just for Uncle Sam, too."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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@/ColbyBrock: My girls ♥  @/yourusername Also, we'll be dropping the video from the hotel here soon, and that has a very surprise ending.

@/fanuser1: OHMYGOD oh my god no way no way @/fanuser2: GIRLS?? COLBY IS A GIRL DAD @/fanuser3: Colby is a DAD WHAT @/yourusername: We love you! Me and little babe are doing wonderful! @/samgolbach: A very surprising ending that even had me crying

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I know I normally only write smut, but I thought this was such a nice change and it was such a cute one shot. Let me know your thoughts!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

For high maintenance reader! Can you write a prompt where they’re all talking to rafes friends at the country club or some party and they make some plans with rafe but reader gives him her signature look like raised eyebrow look and rafe just folds and is like ummm yeh I mean I can’t do that night or quietly asks reader if he can go just pussy whipped rafe

Whipped || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

Rafe, always the center of attention, animatedly discussed plans for a guys’ hangout on Friday night out on the porch. “C’mon, Rafe, you have to come! It’ll be fun,” one of his friends insisted, grinning broadly as Rafe leaned against the railing. Inside, on one of the country club’s sofas nearest the door to the porch, you could practically hear every word.

Friday nights were usually spent at either your place or Rafe’s, watching movies or simply enjoying each other’s company—a cherished ritual. Catching Sarah’s eye, you exchanged a knowing glance, a pang of annoyance hitting you at the thought of those plans changing.

Rafe, sensing your gaze, hesitated before speaking up. “Ummm, yeah, I mean… I can’t do that night,” he stammered, his confident demeanor crumbling momentarily. You raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a look he knew all too well.

You watch him intently as he continues talking with his friends, knowing he is fully aware of your gaze. Every now and then, his eyes flicker over to you, a subtle acknowledgment that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Why not, man?” one of them questions in surprise, their voices mingling with the background hum of the country club.

Rafe shifted uncomfortably, meeting your eyes briefly before turning back to his friends. “I, uh, have other plans—with Y/n,” he finally said, a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you returned to your conversation, triumph settling in your chest.

A few minutes later, while carefully applying another coat of lip gloss, you feel the couch dip beside you. The familiar scent of Rafe’s cologne reaches your nose, confirming his presence before you even look. He sidles up close, arm resting behind you as his his voice dropping to a whisper. “Can I go?” he asks, his usual bravado completely absent, his thumb rubbing absent minded circles in your shoulder.

You take a moment to look at him, your eyes scanning his face. His expression is earnest, almost pleading. With a soft sigh, you lightly roll your eyes and return to your lip gloss. “Fine. But don’t make a habit of it,” you mumble, crossing your legs at the knees in a gesture of mild annoyance.

Rafe’s face lights up with relief, a grateful smile spreading across his lips. “Thanks,” he mutters, glancing back out to the porch where his friends are waiting. He stands up, ready to leave, but then hesitates. Leaning down, he aims to kiss your lips, but you stop him with a tap of your heeled foot against his inner leg.

“Baby, I just put on a new coat,” you sigh, leaning away and turning your head slightly, still a bit annoyed. Rafe lets out a sigh of his own, his eyes filled with a mix of apology and affection. “My bad,” he says quickly. He then gently kisses your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary, before straightening up and heading out to join his friends. As you watch him go, a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, your annoyance melting away.

König and reader stoned breeding!! But like (if you have the time ofc) sitting on his lap and sharing a blunt, while his hands slowly get more and more touchy all over your soft sensitive body! Or taking edibles beforehand and them hitting when he enters you!!

Accidentally he mentions breeding you and you lock your legs around him in instinct! Which only gets him going more!

(Am I 🍃 at the time of writing? Maybe)

EDDIES EDDIES ‼️ being 🍃 when writing is the only way !!

mdni. cannabis, edibles, high sex, raw sex, breeding.

you pass the joint to him, allowing him to finish the rest as you puff out a cloud of the herbal drug. your boyfriend chuckles, fingers that are so much longer and thicker grazing yours when he takes it, positioning it between a pair of slightly chapped lips. (parched from the acidic juices of your pussy where he’s spent most of the night thus far.)

“mein lieb, i think we have a problem.” he inhales from what remains of the roll-up, potent and dizzying. an intoxicating fog fills the room, a haze settling over the bed. you’ve been fucking and smoking all night — you’re both so drunk on sex and cannabis that you couldn’t walk in a straight line if you tried. you can’t walk anyway, he was a bit too rough :((

he taps the burnt-down butt into the ceramic ashtray that had once sat precariously on the bed — three used filters already in it, surrounded by ash. it’s already fallen off the bed thanks to the number y’all did on the bed frame, ash stains and a fourth stub on the floor beside it. “it’s chipped.” you pout, fingertip coasting over the crack in the ashtray. “i made this myself.” you wince when the sharp corner pierces your skin and könig chuckles, lifting it to his mouth to suck it clean. “i was wondering why it has a hand-drawn penis on it, schatz. it is not very big, nein?”

“i did it before i met you.” you chuckle, shuffling onto his lap between beefy, outstretched legs. you pull your slender digit from his mouth, before licking your tongue in its place, tasting the metallic tang of your blood on his. “i’ll make a new one and draw yours on it.” he laughs at that, deep and hearty. “the ashtray will have to be much bigger then, little liebling.” you nod in agreement, smirking against his lips.

you sit up on your knees, straddling his mighty thighs. “baby… i wanna try something. just say no if it’s too much.” his blue eyes narrow at you, fair-haired brows knitting together. “please, lieb. not a strap-on. i do the fucking.” you gasp at the crude assumption, slapping his chest playfully. “oh my god, no! i’m steering clear of your ass, mister.” he hmphs with relief. “gut. so what is it?”

you smile, teetering over to open the drawer of your bedside table. his hands glue themselves to your bent hips, covering the red handprints and fingertip-shaped bruises that already mark them. you swallow a moan when he starts to grind your sticky cunt over his semi, one of its veins massaging your sore clit. bastard hasn’t been flaccid since he first pinned you to the mattress however many hours ago.

when you lean back up, you’ve got two powdery small cubes in your palm — one pink and the other yellow. könig frowns, slowing his movements of manually rocking your hips against his length. “candy?” he presumes, voice unimpressed and dare you say disappointed. you’ve got a devilish look on your face, lips tugging upward as if by invisible string. “sorta.” you say, ghosting your tongue over his bottom lip — tracing the raised skin of a scar that stretches to his jaw. “they’re pebbibles!” your excitement confuses him and his eyes dip to the sweets in your hand.

he takes the yellow one, examining it between his thumb and forefinger. “these are not circular. pebbles are round.” you roll your eyes at his pedantic approach. “it’s a play on words.” your hand — so small in comparison — takes gentle hold of his wrist. your fingers are too short to wrap around it entirely. “they’re boiled gummies.” you tell him, eyes widening when he shrugs and pops it onto his tongue. you stop him, hooking your finger into his mouth like a mother fishing a plastic, choke-hazardous toy from her infant. “which contain canna-oil.”

he just stares at you dumbly, probably offended that you’d snatched the sweet from his watering mouth. you’re hungry too, these munchies are hitting pretty hard, but you need him to know what he’s getting into. he’s never consumed the drug like this before — only ever smoked it. you knew someone once who reacted badly to an edible. “like, cannabis oil, babe.” his eyes light up with understanding then, and he plucks the gummy back. “ah, i see. so why did you do that?”

“i need you to know the risks—” but he pops it into his mouth, chewing it just once before gulping it down. you sit there dumbfounded, mouth agape with your own edible still in the cup of your hand. könig smiles, dangerous. you know that look; you see it every time he fucks his cock into your tight hole. he takes it from your fingers and lifts his hand to place the crystallised cube on your tongue, then gently closes your limp jaw. “go on, my little sonnenschein. let’s have fun, ja?”

you huff out a giggle, surprised. you weren’t expecting him to be so into trying something new. it took you a while to convince him to try a blunt; you thought dust would collect on your shelves by the time you got him to test an eddy. “you’re so sexy.” you snort, chuckling away like a tipsy teenager. he grins lazily and lopsided, eyes half-shut and reddened. “on your back, bärchen.”

you roll off him, legs spreading instinctively so he can position himself between them. you’re so wet from his dick already, a little looser thanks to the impossible stretch of his width. immediately, his mouth is on yours, pulling your lips apart with his teeth before curling his tongue with yours. you can taste the fruitiness of the edibles when your saliva mixes, lips smacking and nipping in a slobbery clash of teeth and groans.

you feel his purplish cockhead pushing at your entrance and he doesn’t even have to try because with a small twitch of his hips, he’s halfway inside, sliding in with lewd ease. for once you’re thankful for his previous force, he’s opened your cunt up so well already, the dregs of your combined cum acting as lubricant. you garble around his tongue as it fucks your mouth, muffling your moans. your high intensifies significantly as soon as he’s balls-deep, the candies choosing the perfect time to manipulate the inebriated senses of your neural waves.

he doesn’t waste time, thrusting his mushroom-tip against the spongy entrance to your cervix without pulling out. your mouth falls open, gaping at the sensation of him fucking into you without retracting a single inch and you glance between your sweaty bodies, your vision slightly doubled as you watch the base of him hammer against your hole over and over. his slick bush of curls brushes against your swollen, exhausted clit every time and you swoon, head thudding against the pillows. “könig~! s’good, fuck-” you’re a mess, babbling like a teething baby whilst the mountainous man above you drills his cock into the silky roof of your cunt.

“Scheiße.” he croaks, overstimulated and strangely sensitive already. “those were not aphrodisiacs, nein? i cannot keep going much— much longer.” you shake your head, nails clawing at his back and toes curling as he continues to pump you full of his dick. “no, just— stronger than what you’re used to.. ah!” your legs lock around his middle, feet unable to touch behind the large stature of his back. könig starts to shake, hips stuttering and muscles spasming.

“mein gott.” he stutters, balls slapping against the underside of your arse cheeks and he feels an abnormal tingling in said region. he feels alien, almost. “lieb, you’ll have to… mmf- let go now.” he knows he can’t hold back, his cock screaming at him to release his hot cum into your eager uterus. you’re not ready for a family, not yet. but you cling tighter, fingers biting into his skin. “no, baby.” you whisper, broken and choked. “give me a baby. please, könig. y’know you wanna.”

oh god, he’s so close. eyes scrunched up and teeth gritted.

“feels so good, könig. please, please please.” you’re pleading with him and lord knows how much he loves it when you beg for it. he falters, hips snapping wildly into yours. your room is humid, thick with the smell of sex and skin-on-skin. he crumples on top of you, a heap of mass as he breeds you thoroughly. his cum is so warm as it shoots through your cervix, painting your insides and claiming you completely.

you can smell it drooling from you — sweet and rich. you’re still milking him, drenching his cock with your climax as he still rolls against you slowly and clumsily. your hands glide up to stroke his hair and the short ones that grow down his neck — damp and sparse. “jesus.” you breathe, chest heaving and legs trembling. his tired laughter rumbles, vibrating against you. “we mustn’t say a word, meine liebe.” he lifts his head to gaze down at you and you hold his face in your hands, looking up at him quizzically. “about what to who?”

“to our child about how they were conceived.”

Hi

Can i ask for a johnnie guilbert x reader where the reader is a friend of tara who is a very private person, so she gets know in the channel as "baby" and people start to notice that johnnie gets shy and is always looking somewhere off camera (to her)

A LOTTTT of pinning by johnnie (like so much it hurts)

And maybe at the end he confesses she kisses him and a lil sum-sum 😏

Thank uuuuu 😘

Babygirl- J. Guilbert

pairing: shy!reader x Johnnie

classification: fluff

warning: use of y/n, slight cursing, slow build up, Jake and Tara are dating in this, suggestive content but NO smut, very long

inspiration: request^^, Deaf, Mute, and Blind Baking, Becoming Tara Yummy for a Day

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

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Most people wish they had the fame you had, they spend their entire life reaching for an unattainable dream that fell in your lap by coincidence. They wish for the fancy cars, the expensive clothes, and especially to be so famous they’re stopped by fans on the street for a picture.

Tara, your best friend, was one of those people. She spent her childhood and teenage years fangirling over pop stars and YouTubers, hoping that one day people would be fangirling over her too. She worked hard to earn the platform she has today, bringing you along with her to the top. But you never asked for any of this.

At first her newfound fame didn’t affect you, you were just a recurring background character in her videos and would sometimes, but very rarely, have a main role in them. Although you tried remaining in the background, the internet is quick to get attached to shy, background characters and before you knew it the fans were begging for more content with you.

So now you and Tara are a well known YouTube duo and you’re featured in almost every one of her videos, most of the time opting to participate from behind the camera. You especially remain behind the scenes when Jake and Johnnie are involved, specifically because you’re never able to hide your crush on Johnnie and would probably die from embarrassment if the fans caught on.

Like today for example, Jake and Johnnie are over at your house filming. They’re filming a video they’ve filmed many times before, they’re turning Tara emo. The three of them are piled onto the couch, discussing topic after topic as Johnnie packs on black eyeshadow on Tara’s eyes.

“Ow, Johnnie. You’re hurting me!” she squeals as Johnnie accidentally pokes her in the eye with the bristles of the brush. You can’t help but giggle from behind the camera, watching as Johnnie becomes flustered. “Sorry! I only ever do my own makeup, okay?” he apologizes, not becoming any more gentle with his motions. Johnnie glances at you quickly, a smile forming on his face because of your laughter.

“Why are you laughing, Y/n? You’re next,” Jake chimes in, following his statement with a boisterous laugh. Your face flushes slightly as you reply with a laugh, “no I’d prefer not to be tortured.” Johnnie laughs at this, sending you a fake pout, “you hate my look that much?”

Your face becomes even more red, if that was even possible. You didn’t mean the comment like that. Tara, whose face is being attacked with makeup, chimes in, “No, Y/n is too babygirl for this.”

“Oh God, you’re making me sound so high maintenance,” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at Tara’s comment. “It’s true though!” she exclaims, turning to face you just as Johnnie begins applying eyeliner, causing a black streak to run from the corner of her eye to her hairline.

“Guys, Y/n is probably the most high maintenance out of the four of us. She gets a manicure exactly every two weeks, she gets her hair redyed like once a month, her room is NEVER dirty. She almost never ever has dirty laundry, AND she irons her clothes. Who irons their clothes?” Tara exclaims, flailing her arms in the air dramatically.

“So yes, she’s babygirl,” Tara’s talking to the camera now, completely oblivious to her appearance. You scrunch your name at the nickname, the internet tended to latch onto things like that, “First of all, you look ridiculous right now. And secondly, don’t call me that. I don’t need to be known as ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life,” you reply, laughing as Johnnie tries to fix his mistake but fails.

Jake, who’s sitting on the couch next to Johnnie, straightens up and leans forward to look at Tara. He immediately laughs at the sight, the black eyeliner smudged all over her face. “You’re just mad that it has a nice ring to it,” Tara retorts, choosing to ignore the mess Johnnie made. You scoff, glad that the camera isn’t on you to catch how your eyes train on Johnnie.

“Okay, but doesn’t it sound cute?” Tara proposes the question to the boys, waiting expectantly for them to answer. Jake was always quick to agree with her, it was a trait she trained him to have over the years of their relationship, “yeah, it’s pretty cute.” Tara nods her head in triumph, turning to Johnnie for his response.

Johnnie doesn’t know what to say, he agrees that the nickname is cute, but he’s afraid he’ll say too much and expose his crush for you. “Johnnie?” Tara says, widening her eyes as she awaits his response.

“What was the nickname again?” Johnnie asks, trying to act casual. But if the cameras zoomed in they’d easily catch how his hands tremble as he fixes Tara’s eyeliner. “Babygirl?” he reiterates, attempting to sound confused and oblivious. Tara nods her head, causing Johnnie to mess up once again, but he’s too busy trying to keep his composure to care.

Coming from him the nickname doesn’t sound so bad, it actually makes you want to take back everything you just said. “Babygirl is cute,” he murmurs, sending you a small glance before quickly turning back towards Tara. You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide your flushed cheeks and the smile that won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

“Enough with the babygirl talk,” you groan, but you really loved hearing him say it.

—

From that moment on, you were known as babygirl within the fandom. You couldn’t escape the nickname no matter how hard you tried, and the fans loved teasing you about it. Whether it be through edits, Instagram comments, or tweets; the fans were always calling you the nickname.

Johnnie, Jake and Tara are currently filming yet another video, despite your protests. The three of them are standing behind the kitchen counter, with either tape on their mouths, earmuffs on, or blindfolded. They were trying to bake a cake, something they struggled to do even without the inhibiting factors, so all they were really doing was making a big mess.

They understand your hesitance with being on camera, so they never force you to make any special appearances, but you still loved to watch. You sit behind the counter, just out of view of the camera, watching in amusement as the three interact.

Johnnie keeps getting distracted by you, fumbling and stuttering his way through the intro. You watch as Johnnie struggles to find the supplies needed for the video, searching through every cabinet in the kitchen. “Every time Johnnie says he’s ready, he’s never ready,” Jake comments, adjusting the black beanie on his head. “Where the fuck did I put it? No, Jake where did you put it?” Johnnie replies, scavenging for the baking supplies.

“They’re in the pantry,” you comment, walking over to Johnnie briefly and guiding him towards the pantry. Johnnie smiles at you, grateful that there’s at least one sane person here to help him. The interaction was caught on camera, but you were too distracted to realize.

“Thanks babygirl,” Tara exclaims, bopping her head to the music blasting through her headphones. You roll your eyes, helping Johnnie take everything out of the grocery bags and sprawling them out onto the counter. Once everything is in order, Johnnie’s mouth is quickly covered with a sticker, but he’s happy he isn’t blindfolded because he can keep sneaking glances at you.

The entire situation was chaotic, none of them had any clue how to communicate properly and they had less knowledge on how to bake a cake. Jake’s arms were stretched forward as he tried finding his way through the kitchen, Tara’s loud singing making it hard for them to concentrate on one task alone.

Tara, who wore the headphones, was more focused on singing than the cake. You watch them intently, unable to stop yourself from laughing, “you need to whisk the cake!” Tara, who can’t hear a single thing you’re saying, repeats your statement causing you to burst into laughter.

Johnnie pulls out a plastic butter knife, deeming it appropriate for the task. “Get the beater!” Tara yells, following it by belting out song lyrics. Johnnie has no idea what Tara is talking about, so he sends you a pleading look. If there’s anyone here who’s going to help him finish this cake, it’s you.

“The whisk, get the whisk!” you exclaim, trying to talk over Tara’s singing as best as possible.

“What’s going on?!” Jake asks, one of his flailing arms slapping both Johnnie and Tara. Johnnie’s laughs are muffled by the sticker as he holds the whisk out for Jake, guiding him to the bowl.

“Babygirl?!” Tara is being so loud, her voice a good three octaves higher than normal. “Stop yelling!” you exclaim, but she ignores you and changes the song, continuing to belt out the lyrics.

“Y/n, we need your help,” Jake comments, stirring the bowl so aggressively that it was twirling. “We have no idea what we’re doing,” he continues, lifting the whisk up and blindly taking a lick.

“JAKE DON’T LICK IT!” Tara yells.

Johnnie’s laughter and shocked scream are muffled, his face scrunched up as he laughs uncontrollably, and you can’t look away. You wish you weren’t so shy, so that way you’d be able to join them in this fun activity without feeling anxious.

“This cake is going to be so bad,” you chuckle, catching Johnnie’s attention. His eyes linger on you for a little too long, a moment the fans were definitely going to clip and edit.

“What did you say?! Did you say my singing is bad?!” Tara is still yelling, following each and every statement with loud singing.

Many dirty dishes and a messy kitchen later, the cake is finally done. The oven rings throughout the kitchen, and Jake and Tara send Johnnie to fish the hot pan out. The cake didn’t look too bad, but considering you watched them make it, you weren’t too excited to actually try it.

“You have to wait until it cools to frost it!” Tara exclaims, the headphones causing her volume to be more than pleasant. Johnnie can’t respond because of the sticker, and he doesn’t want to wait for it to cool, so he continues haphazardly spreading the icing over the camera. Jake, on the other hand, is in his own world.

“That actually looks disgusting. It’s raw,” you gasp, watching as Johnnie lifts the spatula to reveal an uncooked, watery mess. “It’s undercooked!” Tara yells, her inability to hear you causing her to repeat everything you say in different words.

Johnnie’s muffled laughter is infectious, earning a string of laughter from you. “Let’s just eat it,” Jake suggests, facing the complete opposite direction of the group. The beanie on his head inhibits him from seeing the state of the cake, but even if he could see it, he would probably still ask for a bite.

“Wait let me help,” you get up from your seat and walk behind the countertop, immediately searching for something to serve the cake in. “This is gonna have to do it,” you hand Johnnie three plastic cups. He scoops up the raw batter, the liquid cake jiggling in the cup and running down the sides, immediately coating his fingers in frosting and batter.

“We’re gonna get salmonella,” Tara is staring at the goopy mess in shock, how had they managed to mess up such a simple recipe?

“I wanna see… I think we should take this off,” Jake yanks his beanie off, a fit of laughter attacking him as soon as he sees the state of the cake. Tara was subconsciously poking at it, creating a big hole in the center. Johnnie’s hands were full of chocolate frosting, and he held them up in exasperation as he waited for someone to remove the sticker from his mouth.

“Here lemme help you,” you murmur, gentle hands removing the sticker. Your touch lingers a little too long, but he doesn’t complain. If he had it his way, you’d have your arms around his neck and his lips would be on yours.

“Thanks, babygirl,” he whispers in return, loving how easily the nickname riled you up. You hated how much you loved hearing him say it.

“This is actually not that bad!” Tara’s boisterous voice breaks you two from the intimate moment, forcing you to reenter reality. “Try it,” Jake suggests, going back for a second scoop.

Johnnie is hesitant, but he grabs the cup and puts a spoonful of the raw cake batter in his mouth. His face contorts in disgust, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Here let me try,” you take the cup from him, using his spoon to take your own bite.

As soon as the cake hits your tongue, you’re gagging. “Oh wow this is horrible,” you say, fighting the urge to throw up. They’re all laughing at your reaction, Jake pulling a long hair from his mouth in the process. “I love this hair, adds flavor.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up,” the hair Jake held between his fingers was only making the situation worse for you.

“See, she’s so babygirl,” Tara laughs, joking about the situation even if she found it equally as gross.

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It seemed like your friends were always filming because every time the four of you hung out there always seemed to be a camera lurking not too far. Like today for example, Tara gathered everyone for a casual hangout, but once you arrived she explained that everyone was going to be living like her for the day. At first, you declined her invitation, making a lame excuse about not feeling good. But she begged and begged for you to be in the video, and before you knew it you were an integral part of it.

“Okay, since you guys are becoming me for the day, it’s only fitting that you dress the part. So, put on these track suits,” Tara says as she hands you, Jake, and Johnnie each a pink track suit. You’re trying to hide from the camera as much as possible, but Tara keeps pulling you back in every time you almost wander away.

The three of you shimmy into the outfits, immediately feeling the Tara Yummy essence wash over you.

“This is sexy,” Jake comments, admiring his figure as the sweatpants hang loosely from his hips. “I’m serving cunt,” Johnnie says, joining Jake in admiring himself. Their tattoos peeked through, contrasting the pink outfits entirely.

You emerge from the hallway seconds later, the track suit providing you with a newfound confidence, “I feel so stupid, but I also kinda feel like that bitch.” You stand still, allowing the camera to pan to you before hitting a dramatic pose. You turn around to show the camera the backside of the suit, the word babygirl written in curly white letters across your ass. “Slay, babygirl, slay,” Tara chimes in, strutting over to you and hitting the same pose.

“Let’s please not start with the babygirl jokes,” you groan jokingly, adjusting the sweatpants that kept riding up, you were starting to get a wedge. But you knew you weren’t going to escape the babygirl comments today, especially not with it written across your backside. It was like a label that you were forced to wear for the rest of the day, and the fans would surely seize the opportunity and run with it. To top it all off, the four of you were so well color coordinated that you looked like a 90’s girl group, ready to perform on stage at any moment.

“This is fun, but I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to do this,” you say, staring at Tara blankly.

“Because you’re my best friend,” she replies cheerily, offering you a big smile and booping your nose. It was hard to stay mad at her. She walks away, joining Jake as they engage in conversation.

“And you’re babygirl,” Johnnie teases, coming up from behind you unexpectedly, immediately causing a blush to form on your face. He loved watching you get flustered over the nickname. He laughs at your reactions, relishing every bit of it.

“Alright, first things first, time to eat. Mama’s hungry,” Tara says, ignoring yours and Johnnie’s interaction before facing the camera and leading everyone to the car. Jake and Tara are far ahead, leaving you and Johnnie to trail behind.

“It’s gonna be leaves,” Johnnie whispers to you, earning a laugh in response. He loved making you laugh. “Yeah, how much you wanna bet we end up at Health Nut?” you ask, settling the bet with a firm handshake between you and Johnnie. His hand holds a firm grip on yours, almost like he’s hesitant to let go as he says goofily, “$2, take it or leave it.”

As predicted, the four of you end up at Tara’s favorite restaurant; Health Nut. It’s no one else’s restaurant of choice, but you’re living as Tara for the day so it doesn’t matter what the rest of you want. You’ve been here with Tara enough to be familiar with the menu, so you order a simple salad and drink before moving to the side and allowing Johnnie to order. Once he’s finished ordering, he pays for your meals before letting Jake and Tara order.

Johnnie is playing it up for the cameras, trying to embarrass himself with his actions before the pink track suit does it for him. He’s sitting on a toddler chair and you stand next to him, choosing him as your comfort zone.

Because you always opted to remain behind the scenes, most of the viewers weren’t completely aware of yours and Johnnie’s dynamic. You two were always clinging to each other in uncomfortable or unfamiliar situations, making quiet jokes to make the other laugh. You both also had a huge crush on each other, which further served as a gravitational pull.

“Order for… babygirl?” the employee calls out, a hint of confusion in their voice as they read the name on the order. This immediately causes you to laugh out loud. “You did not do that,” you whisper shout at Johnnie, who held his hands up in feigned defense as he tries not to burst into laughter. You awkwardly grab the food, both of youwalking over to Tara and Jake’s table.

“Did they just call you babygirl?” Tara asks as soon as you’re sitting down. “Yes dude, fucking Johnnie told them that was my name,” you laugh, hiding your red face in your hands. They call out Tara’s name and she dismisses herself briefly to pick up the food.

“Let’s go!” She exclaims from the restaurant’s front door, bag and drink in hand as she pushes the door open and walks outside. “Oh, I guess Tara Yummy eats in the car,” Jake says sarcastically, the three of you following Tara to the car.

Once you’re in the car, you and Johnnie sit in the backseat while Jake and Tara occupy the front. “I wanted to eat in there, but you guys are so embarrassing,” Tara says, handing Jake his food.

She doesn’t give any of you enough time to respond, “you guys are already pretty embarrassing, but the pink track suits make us all look genuinely crazy.” She’s obnoxiously shaking her salad from the front seat, causing the entire car to rock.

“Damn, don’t gotta put your whole pussy into it,” Jake laughs, earning a sly remark from Tara. Soon, they’re lost in a conversation of their own, leaving you and Johnnie to talk quietly in the back seat.

“Why do you keep pushing this ‘babygirl agenda,’ sir?” You ask, both in true curiosity and to make light of the nickname. He blushes, mindlessly picking at the salad in front of him.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy now,” you tease, piling up a good bite on your fork. He smiles at you awkwardly, preparing to admit something embarrassing.

“I think it’s kinda cute,” he admits with a shrug, taking a big bite of his food. Your eyes blow open in shock, this whole time you thought he was teasing you, but now it turns out he thinks it’s a cute nickname? “Don’t make fun of me,” Johnnie pleads in defense through a mouthful of food.

“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you respond, trying not to be too loud. You couldn’t help it though, your giggles were soon filling the backseat. There was something about the confession that gave you hope that maybe you and Johnnie could be more than just friends. But you don’t want to get your hopes up, ir could easily all be for the video. You’re about to say something crazy and bold, but you’re cut off by Tara.

“Are you two done flirting? Cause I’m in the mood for coffee.” Leave it to her to ruin a sweet moment.

—

The day is finally over and the four of you are now wearing pajamas, reminiscing on the day’s events. Tara and Jake leave once the video is over, leaving you and Johnnie to lay on the large couch. The room is silent, but it’s not awkward, you’re both just catching up and joking.

“I was serious earlier, by the way,” he murmurs, staring at the ceiling above. “Yeah?” you say in a teasing tone, rolling over on your side so you’re facing him.

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed, I mean the fans definitely have.” You mindlessly play with the strings of your robe, subconsciously scooting closer to him.

“So that’s why you keep calling me babygirl?”

“Mmm yeah, mostly. I think it sounds cute,” he smiles down at you, your figure just slightly further down the couch. You feel a surge of confidence wash over you, something you don’t usually feel as a shy person, and straddle his lap.

He looks at you in shock, both arms limp at his sides. “Say it,” you whisper, moving your face dangerously closer to his. You use your hands to grab his, placing them on your waist. He feels excited, nervous, and shocked all at the same time, was this really happening?

You grind your hips down onto him, hoping to elicit a response from him. “Babygirl,” he whimpers, the sudden friction sending a shiver up his spine that has his hips bucking. You hum in response, finally inching close enough to connect your lips to his.

You’re in a heated make out session, completely obvious to the world around you. Johnnie’s hands are roaming your body, your hips are grinding down onto him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair. You kiss from his lips down to his neck, sucking and biting the delicious skin until you leave a hickey.

The situation is about to escalate, but Jake and Tara interrupt before it can. They saunter in loudly, both you and Johnnie jumping off of each other in shock.

“About damn time!” Jake says, applauding you both for finally make a move on each other. “Get it babygirl!” Tara laughs, joining Jake in his obnoxious round of applause.

“So annoying,” you groan, throwing a pillow at them and shooing them out. Once they’re out of the room, you and Johnnie share a sheepish look.

“You’re never escaping that nickname,” he chuckles, silently pulling you back on top of him. “That’s okay. If you’re the one saying it, I don’t mind,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Okay, babygirl.”

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MASTERLIST

a/n: Such a good request, I LUV being challenged with these specific requests!!! Hope I did it justice bby, I rewrote this like 5 times & had a different storyline each time. Also, I mentioned the famous hickey (💀💀) and I changed it from “baby” to “babygirl” because he mentioned that he’s “so babygirl” on Trisha’s podcast.

anyways, enjoy hunny bunches. Luv uuuuu

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Monster- J. Guilbert

pairing: Extrovert!reader x Shy!Johnnie

classification: SMUT w/ a plot

inspiration: request^^, Monster by Lady Gaga

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, use of y/n, dom!Johnnie (kinda), “slut,” alcohol use, slight cursing, Jake and Tara are dating in this

summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.

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Johnnie’s been watching you all night, but he’s waiting for the alcohol to settle into his bloodstream before he finally walks up to you. You sit at the bar in a black, backless dress that allows a few of your tattoos to peak through. Bouncy curls are swept onto your shoulder, framing one side of your face as you chat with the bartender.

“Gonna keep staring or are you finally gonna make a move?” Jake nudges Johnnie’s shoulder.

Nights out like this are common for the pair, especially when living a fast paced life in the city of Los Angeles. When they’re not filming or editing, they’re usually out getting drunk, and they’ve managed to creat regular rotation of bars.

Today they find themselves at the Magic 8 Ball, the least crowded bar in L.A on a Friday night. No matter what unfamiliar faces that fill this place, though, yours is always constant. Every Friday, without fail, you saunter in and take a seat at the bar.

Johnnie can tell, just from watching you, that you’re an extrovert. You never seem to stay at the bar, you always wander onto the dance floor and lure a random stranger in for a quick bop around the room.

That’s what intimidates him, because as an introvert he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep up.

“I’m not staring,” Johnnie quips quickly, taking a swig of whatever alcoholic mixture swirls in his glass. He hisses as the liquid goes down.

If it were just Jake and Johnnie, the conversation would’ve died there. But tonight Tara joined them and she isn’t so adamant on letting the topic go.

“You should invite her to sit with us! You never know what could happen,” she prods teasing fingers into Johnnie’s sides, “plus she looks nice! I need a girlfriend to hang out with!”

“Johnnie needs a girlfriend, Tara. Not you,” Jake jokes. Johnnie rolls is eyes, scooting away from Tara as her fingers continue digging into his sides.

“I’ve had a girlfriend,” Johnnie replies, eyes darting back to where you sit at the bar.

“Yeah, had,” Jake says.

“It’s just hard to—“

“ALRIGHT! Enough!” Tara interrupts Johnnie mid sentence, slamming her hands onto the table as she stands up. “If you won’t make a move, I will,” she says, shimmying out of the booth.

Johnnie’s eyes are blown open in shock. He tries grabbing Tara before she can get too far, but she’s small and sneaky.

“That’s one way to do it,” Jake laughs, watching in amusement as his girlfriend does what his best friend doesn’t have the balls to do.

Johnnie, on the other hand, watches in horror.

There you are, sipping on your drink and chatting with the bartender, blissfully unaware of Tara’s approaching figure.

Tara sits at the bar, taking the seat directly next to yours. She interrupts your conversation with the bartender to order two drinks, one for you and one for her, before swiftly turning her attention to you with a warm smile.

Johnnie can’t bear to watch, but he also can’t look away.

You seem to like Tara, because you’re quick to engage in conversation with her. In the matter of seconds Tara has managed to learn your name, your favorite drink, and even your favorite song (it’s the one that plays over the club speakers).

“Oh God they’re coming,” Johnnie whisper shouts, trying to look casual. Tara’s arm is looped with yours as she leads you to their table, an accomplished look painting her face.

“What the fuck do I do? What the fuck do I do?! Fuck!”

“Just act casual. Don’t be weird— Oh fuck! Just shut up!” for some reason Jake finds himself just as nervous as Johnnie. Maybe he was just being empathetic, but they both scramble to get themselves together.

“Don’t be weird? What the fuck does that—”

Johnnie can’t seem to catch a break, because as soon as Tara reaches the booth she’s interrupting him. “Guys. This is Y/n, my new friend,” she gestures towards you, “Y/n, this is my boyfriend Jake and this is our friend Johnnie.”

The moment Tara says your name it’s engraved in Johnnie’s mind. He’s already in love.

Your smile is so big it could light up the room. You extend a hand to the two, immediately introducing yourself and falling into the booth next to Johnnie.

His heart is pounding and his ears are red hot with embarrassment.

“Well, while you two get acquainted, Jake and I are gonna go get drunk,” Tara says, pulling Jake out of the booth before he can get any more comfortable than he already is. She shoots Johnnie a wink before sending you a small wave, leading a confused Jake into the crowd of people.

“She’s nice. I like her,” you comment, watching until the couple disappears. “She’s… something,” Johnnie coughs, he’s so unbelievably awkward.

You chuckle, mostly because you think he’s cute and you find his fiddly personality amusing.

“Johnnie, huh? I had a friend named Johnnie once,” you say, attempting to make conversation. Your manicured nails tap against you glass cup, silver hoop earrings reflecting the strobing lights as you try catching his gaze.

“Bet he didn’t look like this though,” Johnnie replies, clearly referring to his all black attire.

“Hmmm, no. He definitely didn’t,” you giggle. You take a sip from your drink, a lipstick stain remaining once you place the cup back onto the table. Johnnie wonders what it’d feel like to kiss you.

“You’re much cuter,” you continue. Johnnie can’t tell if he’s dreaming, were you actually flirting with him?

Maybe it’s the surge of confidence your compliment gives him, or maybe the alcohol finally kicked in, but Johnnie suddenly finds himself being flirtatious.

“So do you flirt with all the Johnnies you know?”

He’s surprised at how fast you quip back, “Nope. Just the cute ones.”

You’ve subconsciously leaned closer to him, your faces dangerously close.

“Okay, so we’ve established that I’m cute,” he smirks. “What else am I?”

You giggle, a sound that Johnnie swears he can listen to for forever.

“Well clearly you’re not shy anymore,” your finger traces the rim of your drink. A drunk smile and sultry eyes lure him in, pulling him close enough for his lip rings to press against your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, a wandering hand finding your thigh. You shiver at the sensation. His fingers were ice cold, but they still managed to ignite a fire deep within your core.

“Like this?” you tease, batting your eyelashes.

You never made it a habit of sleeping with strangers, but Johnnie was the sheep in wolves clothing that played innocent until you were close enough to bite.

“I warned you,” his breath fans against your lips one last time before he’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss. It’s the first kiss Johnnie’s had in years which makes it that much more exciting.

Your plump lips chase his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The club is loud, but you’re so immersed in the man in front of you that you forget you’re not the only two people in the room and lose all control.

Johnnie’s hands find your waist, tugging until you’re straddling his lap. He pulls away breathlessly, silently thanking Tara for working her magic once he sees you on top of him.

Your dress rides up slightly, revealing more of your backside than you’d like. The sight earns you a few whistles from bystanders, breaking you from your lustful daze. “Oh shit,” you squeak, trying to scramble off of Johnnie, but his grip is firm enough to keep you in place.

An animalistic, monster-like need has overtaken him and he’s willing to sacrifice his self image to fuck you in front of all these strangers. But he simultaneously doesn’t want anyone else to see you, to enjoy you, the way he’s about to.

“Restroom. Now,” he growls, pinching the soft skin of your ass. You squeal in excitement, allowing the desires of your flesh to cloud your judgement as you hop off of him and wiggle your way out of the booth. You adjust your dress as you wait for Johnnie to follow before taking his hand in yours and leading him towards the restroom. He makes a mental note to let this be the only time you lead him tonight.

Everyone’s watching, yet you can’t find it in you to feel embarrassed. If anything it excites you more.

You find the restroom quickly, a wave of gratitude washing over you when you realize it’s a single stall. This means you can be as loud as you want, and from the look in Johnnie’s eyes, you can tell you’ll also need the extra room.

He’s quick to lock the door and immediately engulfs your face in his hands, bringing you in for the second heated kiss of the night. Johnnie’s eager and it shows in the way he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip.

His left hand remains on your face while the other travels down to your ass, squeezing firmly against the material of your dress. A moan escapes your lips, providing him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes surprisingly sweet, like pomegranate and pineapple.

He leads you to the sink counter, your bodies bouncing back slightly when they hit the cold marble. “Up,” he commands.

You hop onto the counter, giving him enough room to fit between your legs. Johnnie’s erection presses against your inner thigh, but he gives you no time to comment on it before his lips are back on yours.

Johnnie’s hand’s find your boobs, massaging your mounds slowly as he deepens the kiss. “More,” you murmur against the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer to you. He smirks against your mouth at your neediness.

“So needy.” He pulls your head back, providing him with perfect access to your neck. Sloppy, open mouth kisses trail from your jawline down to your exposed collarbone. Each one gives you goosebumps.

“Fuck me please,” you whimper, feeling your panties become more soaked by the second. “So polite,” he teases, sucking on your skin until it bruises.

The rough material of his jeans comes in contact with your clothed pussy. He dry humps you just to hear the strained moans that escape your lips.

Finally, when you rut back, he decides he’s teased you enough. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, exposing the wet underwear that he pushes to the side.

“So fucking sexy,” he grunts, kneeling in front of you to get a better view. He’s in love. What he wants to do is eat you out, but there’s no time for that in a club as crowded as this. Especially not when there’s only one restroom.

You watch in awe as he presses a quick kiss on your bundle of nerves, immediately licking his lips right after. “Yummy,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another hungry kiss.

Your hands find his belt, unbuckling it with fervor and tugging at his belt loop to bring him back in to you. He gets the message and helps you in unbuttoning his skin-tight jeans. Your forehead is flush against his as you watch his dick spring up, it bobs back and forth as you take in the sheer size.

“Holy fuck,” your voice is full of exasperation. How was that meant to fit inside of you?

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t done this in a long time, but Johnnie suddenly feels self conscious. He hides his face in your neck before you can notice how red it becomes, but you’re quick to push his shoulders back.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Where’d that monster go?” you place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. His dick twitches and cries precum at the reassurance.

He pulls you back in for a kiss, feeling confident once again. He lines himself up tentatively with your entrance, rubbing the tip along your folds before slowly pushing himself in.

Your eyes are screwed shut, small tears forming at the corners as you struggle to adjust to the stretch. “Fuck Johnnie, wait,” you say, pushing against his stomach slightly. Suddenly you’re not sure you want him to fuck you dumb, his size alone was enough to have you seeing stars.

Your words fall on deaf ears, though, and before you know it he’s pushed himself all the way in. You gasp, throwing your head back against the bathroom mirror. Your pussy clenches around him as you try to hold him in place knowing the longer you keep him there, the more time you’ll have to adjust.

It’s no use though, because he begins thrusting into you at a relentless, unforgiving pace. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure, the tip of his penis kissing your cervix every time his hips slam into yours.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunts, strong hands gripping your waist so he can fuck into you even faster. You whimper at the sensation, his fingers were sure to leave bruises.

“Just like that, Johnnie. So good,” you egg him on, holding onto his neck for support. He hasn’t slowed his pace, instead moving one hand from your hips down to your throbbing clit.

Your legs instinctively push together, but his body moves them back into their previous position as he continues. “Such a slut,” he purrs, watching the euphoric look that paints your face when he rubs his thumb against your sensitive nub.

“Yes! Such a slut,” you’re drunk on dick, babbling whatever will get you closer to your pending release.

“My slut?” he asks, using the hand that was previously gripping your waist to take a firm hold of your face. Your eyes lock with his, taking notice of the way lust clouds his pupils. “All yours,” you whisper.

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. Your tongues collide in a heated mixture of moans and whimpers. All the while he continues pounding into you and rubbing circles on your clit.

One particularly hard thrust has you dumb, a string of curse words and chants of his name being the only thing you can manage to say. “C’mon baby, c’mon,” he growls, sloppily kissing you as he feels his climax approaching.

“Johnnie!”

Your walls flutter around him, your entire body trembling as your orgasm washes over you.

Your hair falls in front of your face and you find yourself holding Johnnie’s wrist, pushing his hand away as it continues working on your clit. “Almost there,” he moans, pulling his hand away to focus his attention on fucking you.

You’re sensitive. You’re whimpering. You’re so fucked out that it’s overstimulating.

“Cum for me, handsome,” you moan, still coming down from your own high. He continues rutting his hips into you, chasing his release until finally it washes over him.

Hot spurts of cum paint your insides, lazy hips rolling against you. He’s panting from above you, hands falling from your body and latching onto the counter for support.

“Fuck that was… that was amazing,” Johnnie says, pulling out of you reluctantly.

He knows the sooner he pulls out and you two get dressed, the quicker you’ll become strangers. And that’s terrifying.

“You were amazing,” you reply, using your finger to pull his pensive gaze back towards you by his chin.

“Don’t tell me it’s a one and done,” you pout, “I was hoping to have more moments like that.”

Johnnie still stands between your legs, his limp dick resting on your exposed thighs. He lights up at your suggestion. His hands have opted for a much softer hold on your hips, thumbs massaging your skin. He knows he was rough, but he couldn’t help it.

“I mean— I’d like to— we could— fuck I’m so bad at this,” he stutters, suddenly reverting back to his natural, awkward state.

“You’re cute,” you giggle, pecking his nose and hopping off the counter. His ears flush red again.

“How about we get cleaned up and then we’ll worry about the rest later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” a big goofy smile adorns his face. His rosy cheeks make you wanna pinch him and gush over how cute he looks.

“Weren’t you just fucking my brains out a second ago?” you tease, only making him more flustered.

“I’m shy, I can’t help it.”

“Not that shy apparently,” you pull him in for one more kiss.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: Tara the goat, the best wingwoman ever!

I locked in. Thank you for ur kind words bby, I LUV U!

Enjoy 🎱😜 - L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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